[Log] In the name of a good nights' rest? [2/2] [Naruto, Sasuke] [Closed]
Who: Naruto and Sasuke, duh
What: Naruto gets sick of Sai's proximity and decides to inflict himself on somebody else for a change 8D
When: The night before this entry
Notes: Language~
He woke in the morning with his face plastered to Sasuke's back - which was sweaty, GROSS!! - and, with a rare facet of self-preservation, gently tried to extricate himself from the knot he'd apparently worked them into. It was tricky business, mostly because he knew Sasuke was a damnably light sleeper, and it's really hard to un-spoon somebody like that without them noticing.
But if he didn't do it and escape out the window, then he was going to be missing limbs by the time Sasuke finished extracting his vengeance for personal contact, and that made Naruto extra-specially careful in his endeavour.
...oh, God, that wasn't sweat, after all. Drool. He'd drooled on Sasuke! Oh, shit, he was dead. So very, very, painfully dead. Naruto repressed a whimper and carefully removed an arm from where it was draped snugly around the other's torso, gently trying to wipe away the evidence before all Hell broke loose.
This was not going to end well...
Sasuke wasn't at all sure how he had managed to fall asleep with that moron in his bed, though at some point in the evening he had imagined he felt something warm pressing against his back. Which was. . .well, he supposed it was something akin to denial that kept him from waking fully because if that was in fact Naruto curling up around him he didn't want to acknowledge it. Because that. . .
In some dark part of his mind, Sasuke was glad he had denied his ego the want to remain naked just to spite Naruto. To imagine waking up naked next to that idiot. . .
. . .well, that wasn't quite the thought he wanted to wake up to. Much like the feeling of something warm and wet pulling away from his back, and Sasuke was damn glad for self-control because the shiver that threatened to consume his figure at that would have been a rather violent thing indeed. Instead, he opened his eyes slowly, keeping careful tabs on his breathing. Slow in, slow out. Nothing to alert the boy who had wrapped himself around his body at some point in the night.
And then, a quick flip. Legs not quite extricated from the mess, but enough leverage given to get himself on top of the idiot. To pin him to the mattress with a snarl that was neither coolly executed nor made for show. It was a searing sort of sound with a twist of lips that was vicious.
"Please tell me" -and there was nothing polite about this request - "that what you were wiping off my back was. . ."
He couldn't even say it. Just the idea that this moron had drooled. . .or worse. Sasuke was this close to slaughtering the blond. Just that fucking close. Fingers tightened around wrists. Gaze shot over to the dagger on the nightstand.
"Give me one good reason not to kill you right now."
Ahhhh crap. Naruto tried for an innocent sort of smile, eyes wide in the attempt. "Uhhh...sweat?" he lied glibly, resisting the urge to scream for help because if somebody ran in here with Sasuke pinning him to the bed and both of them in their underwear he didn't think his brain could take it. And somehow Sasuke'd manage to turn into being his fault. Because he was a big fat jerk like that.
Bastard.
Very very pissed off bastard.
Crap.
"You slept well," he ventured, and it didn't need to be a question; if Sasuke had lain awake doing the huffy sighing thing, Naruto would have known. And possibly hit him or something, but that was beside the point. He glanced briefly to where Sasuke's hands were choking his wrists and then back up, a hopeful moue plonking onto his lips. "Uhhh...can I leave now...?"
There was a passing of fury in Sasuke's gaze at that question. Could he leave? Oh yeah. . just like that. Thats for letting me spoon you through the night, asshole. Hope you enjoyed the substance on your back. . . - which was quickly cooling now that it was exposed to the air - . . .but since I'm done with this, I'll be heading off.
Yeah. Just. Like. That.
The anger played red in his eyes for a moment. A vivid promise of retribution that offered nothing in the way of an easy out. Nails raked down Naruto's forearm as Sasuke pulled his hand away, fingers curling into a fist. A growl, low and menacing, as he met Naruto's eyes with his own. Determined to fuck something up if only to settle the rage currently blazing in his mind. Because that was just. . digusting. . and completely uncalled for. . .and hadn't he told that idiot to keep to his side of the fucking bed.
This was why the moron deserved the floor. Just like a dog. Ill-bred and untrained.
Sasuke released his fist straight at Naruto's face. It was the kind of good morning that might have made the other boy wish they had fucked the night before. . .just so Sasuke couldn't hold the wake-up call against him.
Unfortunately, that hadn't been the case, and so he felt no hint of remorse for taking aim at the idiot.
"Sas--" Naruto barely had a chance to protest Sasuke's temper before the fist connected with his cheekbone, sending bouquets of red and orange lights flashing through his vision. He grunted, brows pulling into a glare as he winced around what was surely going to be a kick-ass bruise, and flexed his hands experimentally. Sasuke had the upper hand, that was true - and also a terrible pun, which Naruto congratulated himself on - but they both knew that Naruto could break even his grip if he really put his mind to it.
But that was a line he had no wish to cross. Not now, over something like this. Not ever.
He settled for the scowl, the last vestiges of his usual happy-go-lucky nature oozing out into irritation and the beginnings of his own wrath. "The HELL, man?! What was that for?! Jeez, you're so touchy! Are you always this freakin' grumpy in the mornings?!" Naruto was lucky he healed so damn fast. Explaining where he'd gotten this bruise wasn't something he wanted to do a whole lot of: 'Well, Sasuke threw me down and smacked me around a bit' wasn't really a sentence he wanted anybody to hear.
He growled somewhat petulantly. Maybe sleeping near Sai wasn't so bad, after all. Maybe.
"Che. . .says the moron who was fucking spooning me!" Sasuke growled out. And this time, he did give a little shudder before glaring at the pillow he had abandoned. It was just. . .the idea of someone being that close. . .the idea that he had let it happen. . he hated it. Hated that he could be that comfortable with this idiot even when the situation was obviously wrong in so many ways.
Because that wasn't them. Wouldn't ever be them. This. . .right now. . this was them.
Sasuke slid off of Naruto, movements fluid but contained a harshness to them that came from fury alone. The kind of rage that was directed more at one's self than at the object who had initially ignited the flames. He gave his hand a shake, flexing his fingers to test for any sign of pain. Not that he wasn't expecting any; he was, after all, a trained fighter. But still, there was something that said it might hurt. . .injuring the one person he would dare call friend.
He stood with his back to the bed, muscles tense, knotting with anticipation though he knew the fight wouldn't come. If Naruto had wanted that, he would have already countered him back on the bed. Maybe it was too early for this. Maybe. . .maybe neither of them really had it in them to destroy the other.
No a look was given towards the bed. Instead, Sasuke turned sharply on his heel and grabbed the towel he had used the night before. Motions jarring with tightly coiled anger. . .as if anything would set him off in that moment. Yet, Sasuke knew better. Knew that it would take a bit more than a look to unleash the hell just lurking within his soul. Waiting. . .
A breath.
Eyes narrowed, he finally turned towards the bed. Just the bare hint of a smirk, the strain evident. Because sometimes. . sometimes it took all of his self-control when it came to Naruto. "I distinctly remember telling you I wasn't interested."
"I'm pretty sure I mentioned somethin' along the same lines," Naruto countered, shifting his hands to link them comfortably behind his head, good humour almost restored. Sometimes he forgot how intense Sasuke was; sometimes he had a tendency to think about his own perfect little fantasy world where everybody was happy, and then it came as a shock when they were different in the real world. He stretched out a foot to nudge at Sasuke's leg and stuck out his tongue, aware that he was probably tempting fate, but at the same time...
...well, sometimes he realised that Sasuke needed to release, to let himself slip a little, and Naruto was the best target for that. He healed fast, for one thing. And he forgave easily, for another. He'd weather the storms - though not without dishing out his own, because that wasn't in his nature - and the glares and the scathing tones. He was used to them by now. The important things were the tiny smiles, or the times they could just coexist in relative peace, because that made it all worthwhile.
It made him feel...well, not precisely wanted, because Sasuke wasn't the type to bestow that on anybody. But maybe the next best thing.
Naruto surged into sudden motion, his actions the complete opposite of his erstwhile bedmate's, all frenetic activity and rush with a side dish of flail. He rolled off the bed with an exaggerated stretch, feet thumping solidly onto the carpeted floor as he bounced on the spot. "By the way, you snore," he yawned, a grin hidden by virtue of bending to grab his clothes and disappeared before he turned to toss them carelessly onto the bed where they were in easier reach. He struggled into his black singlet with a few muttered curses - it was out to get him today, he just knew it - and pulled another ridiculous face across the mattress. "Y'know. Just sayin."
"I don't."
It was as simple as thought. Besides, Sasuke was certain that if he had, whatever higher-ups were there would've taken care of it long ago. Just because. . .well, it was something of a hazard for the jobs he would be asked to commit to. And anyway, it was completely beneath him.
A glare was given to emphasize that point - he didn't snore. Never had. And if Naruto was hearing things while sleeping, it was all him. Sasuke had absolutely nothing to do with such behavior.
"Fix the bed," he muttered. Steps were taken with all the heaviness of one intent of completing one task or another. namely whatever took him far, far away from this situation. If you asked him, Sasuke was certain he could still that. . .whatever the fuck it was still on his back. It made him frown, the gesture laden with disgust. Who the hell. . .did that on another person?
Well, the answer was standing in the room with him, and it made him hasten towards the pile of clothing he had set out the night before, each article of clothing folded neatly [even though it was just for training, and each piece would probably be fairly soaked through by the time he finished with that morning ritual. . .but neatness counted for something.]
Besides, making the bed was the least that idiot could do for being allowed to sleep there. Which just. . .
"And don't say a damn thing about this."
"Sorry, dude! You do." On went his pants, although Naruto didn't particularly feel the need to throw on the dark beanie he'd had on last night to cover his hair. It was too hot already for that.
He eyed the tangle of bedclothes and pillows dubiously, scratching the back of his head. 'Fix the bed', Sasuke said - and who the hell was he, to order him around like that?! Naruto had half a mind to kick his ass on sheer principle, but today wasn't a good day for that - but the problem with that was that Naruto just didn't know how. Usually he just pulled the sheets and whatnot over and haphazardly tucked them all under until it looked relatively tidy. That probably wouldn't wash here. He gave a put-upon sigh and went about the attempt to straighten things up, rolling his eyes at Sasuke's 'warning'.
Oh, yeah, because he wanted people to hear about 'this' and take it totally out of freaking context. Right. Of course. "I won't if you won't~" If Ino found out? He'd never hear the end of it.
Naruto shuddered at the very thought. No, no, that wasn't going to happen. His karma wasn't that bad. Surely. Surely.
Just. . .what?
The hand that was reaching for his shirt paused, the material unraveling from its neatly packaged form. Just stood there like that, sorting through the various reactions he could execute in this moment and yet finding none of them really appropriate. Sasuke pulled himself back together, and the look he shot Naruto was one that didn't just threaten. No, it held within in the very violent promise of a very painful brand of vengeance should another word be spoken.
A spark of red to seal the deal before Sasuke turned to his unfolded shirt. Again muttering something inaudible but certainly nothing born of praise.
"Don't let me find you here when I return."
Who the hell knew what he'd do if he. . .Just thinking about it made him want to forget training according to his set protocol. Why bother with a dummy when he could practice on a live body? However, there was the matter of that. . .stuff on his back, and the more he thought about it, the more Sasuke felt he couldn't wait to wash the dried essence of idiocy from his skin.
With a click of his tongue, he headed for the door. Didn't even stop once when it came to checking Naruto's progress on the bed. He could settle with that when he returned. After burning the sheets.
"HAH! As if I'd wanna hang around!" Naruto casually flipped him the finger as he exited, muttering about heartless bastards and something to do with codfish while still struggling with the problem of 'fixing the bed'. Like it was broken or something...what a weird expression.
Once he managed to (mostly) wrestle everything into submission he poked around Sasuke's room a little more, ooh-ing and aah-ing at all the shiny conveniences he didn't have and therefore now lusted for. Seriously, how was this guy such a damn tin-arse?! On a mischievous whim, things disappeared from drawers to wind up in others, or were rearranged - rather artistically, really - into insulting slogans and suchlike. Naruto propped his hands on his hips, admiring his handiwork with satisfaction; it was petty, to be sure, but that didn't matter.
Somedays he only felt he really existed to piss Sasuke off, after all.
Giggling to himself, Naruto swung back out the window and bounded across the facility to the Tent to start his own day. It was nice to be free of minor aches and cramps usually picked up after nights and nights of sleeping on the ground. He'd have to worm his way into whoever's good books so he could sleep in a proper bed more often. Somehow he didn't think Sasuke would be so lenient twice.
The grin widened. That was okay. Once was enough.
What: Naruto gets sick of Sai's proximity and decides to inflict himself on somebody else for a change 8D
When: The night before this entry
Notes: Language~
He woke in the morning with his face plastered to Sasuke's back - which was sweaty, GROSS!! - and, with a rare facet of self-preservation, gently tried to extricate himself from the knot he'd apparently worked them into. It was tricky business, mostly because he knew Sasuke was a damnably light sleeper, and it's really hard to un-spoon somebody like that without them noticing.
But if he didn't do it and escape out the window, then he was going to be missing limbs by the time Sasuke finished extracting his vengeance for personal contact, and that made Naruto extra-specially careful in his endeavour.
...oh, God, that wasn't sweat, after all. Drool. He'd drooled on Sasuke! Oh, shit, he was dead. So very, very, painfully dead. Naruto repressed a whimper and carefully removed an arm from where it was draped snugly around the other's torso, gently trying to wipe away the evidence before all Hell broke loose.
This was not going to end well...
Sasuke wasn't at all sure how he had managed to fall asleep with that moron in his bed, though at some point in the evening he had imagined he felt something warm pressing against his back. Which was. . .well, he supposed it was something akin to denial that kept him from waking fully because if that was in fact Naruto curling up around him he didn't want to acknowledge it. Because that. . .
In some dark part of his mind, Sasuke was glad he had denied his ego the want to remain naked just to spite Naruto. To imagine waking up naked next to that idiot. . .
. . .well, that wasn't quite the thought he wanted to wake up to. Much like the feeling of something warm and wet pulling away from his back, and Sasuke was damn glad for self-control because the shiver that threatened to consume his figure at that would have been a rather violent thing indeed. Instead, he opened his eyes slowly, keeping careful tabs on his breathing. Slow in, slow out. Nothing to alert the boy who had wrapped himself around his body at some point in the night.
And then, a quick flip. Legs not quite extricated from the mess, but enough leverage given to get himself on top of the idiot. To pin him to the mattress with a snarl that was neither coolly executed nor made for show. It was a searing sort of sound with a twist of lips that was vicious.
"Please tell me" -and there was nothing polite about this request - "that what you were wiping off my back was. . ."
He couldn't even say it. Just the idea that this moron had drooled. . .or worse. Sasuke was this close to slaughtering the blond. Just that fucking close. Fingers tightened around wrists. Gaze shot over to the dagger on the nightstand.
"Give me one good reason not to kill you right now."
Ahhhh crap. Naruto tried for an innocent sort of smile, eyes wide in the attempt. "Uhhh...sweat?" he lied glibly, resisting the urge to scream for help because if somebody ran in here with Sasuke pinning him to the bed and both of them in their underwear he didn't think his brain could take it. And somehow Sasuke'd manage to turn into being his fault. Because he was a big fat jerk like that.
Bastard.
Very very pissed off bastard.
Crap.
"You slept well," he ventured, and it didn't need to be a question; if Sasuke had lain awake doing the huffy sighing thing, Naruto would have known. And possibly hit him or something, but that was beside the point. He glanced briefly to where Sasuke's hands were choking his wrists and then back up, a hopeful moue plonking onto his lips. "Uhhh...can I leave now...?"
There was a passing of fury in Sasuke's gaze at that question. Could he leave? Oh yeah. . just like that. Thats for letting me spoon you through the night, asshole. Hope you enjoyed the substance on your back. . . - which was quickly cooling now that it was exposed to the air - . . .but since I'm done with this, I'll be heading off.
Yeah. Just. Like. That.
The anger played red in his eyes for a moment. A vivid promise of retribution that offered nothing in the way of an easy out. Nails raked down Naruto's forearm as Sasuke pulled his hand away, fingers curling into a fist. A growl, low and menacing, as he met Naruto's eyes with his own. Determined to fuck something up if only to settle the rage currently blazing in his mind. Because that was just. . digusting. . and completely uncalled for. . .and hadn't he told that idiot to keep to his side of the fucking bed.
This was why the moron deserved the floor. Just like a dog. Ill-bred and untrained.
Sasuke released his fist straight at Naruto's face. It was the kind of good morning that might have made the other boy wish they had fucked the night before. . .just so Sasuke couldn't hold the wake-up call against him.
Unfortunately, that hadn't been the case, and so he felt no hint of remorse for taking aim at the idiot.
"Sas--" Naruto barely had a chance to protest Sasuke's temper before the fist connected with his cheekbone, sending bouquets of red and orange lights flashing through his vision. He grunted, brows pulling into a glare as he winced around what was surely going to be a kick-ass bruise, and flexed his hands experimentally. Sasuke had the upper hand, that was true - and also a terrible pun, which Naruto congratulated himself on - but they both knew that Naruto could break even his grip if he really put his mind to it.
But that was a line he had no wish to cross. Not now, over something like this. Not ever.
He settled for the scowl, the last vestiges of his usual happy-go-lucky nature oozing out into irritation and the beginnings of his own wrath. "The HELL, man?! What was that for?! Jeez, you're so touchy! Are you always this freakin' grumpy in the mornings?!" Naruto was lucky he healed so damn fast. Explaining where he'd gotten this bruise wasn't something he wanted to do a whole lot of: 'Well, Sasuke threw me down and smacked me around a bit' wasn't really a sentence he wanted anybody to hear.
He growled somewhat petulantly. Maybe sleeping near Sai wasn't so bad, after all. Maybe.
"Che. . .says the moron who was fucking spooning me!" Sasuke growled out. And this time, he did give a little shudder before glaring at the pillow he had abandoned. It was just. . .the idea of someone being that close. . .the idea that he had let it happen. . he hated it. Hated that he could be that comfortable with this idiot even when the situation was obviously wrong in so many ways.
Because that wasn't them. Wouldn't ever be them. This. . .right now. . this was them.
Sasuke slid off of Naruto, movements fluid but contained a harshness to them that came from fury alone. The kind of rage that was directed more at one's self than at the object who had initially ignited the flames. He gave his hand a shake, flexing his fingers to test for any sign of pain. Not that he wasn't expecting any; he was, after all, a trained fighter. But still, there was something that said it might hurt. . .injuring the one person he would dare call friend.
He stood with his back to the bed, muscles tense, knotting with anticipation though he knew the fight wouldn't come. If Naruto had wanted that, he would have already countered him back on the bed. Maybe it was too early for this. Maybe. . .maybe neither of them really had it in them to destroy the other.
No a look was given towards the bed. Instead, Sasuke turned sharply on his heel and grabbed the towel he had used the night before. Motions jarring with tightly coiled anger. . .as if anything would set him off in that moment. Yet, Sasuke knew better. Knew that it would take a bit more than a look to unleash the hell just lurking within his soul. Waiting. . .
A breath.
Eyes narrowed, he finally turned towards the bed. Just the bare hint of a smirk, the strain evident. Because sometimes. . sometimes it took all of his self-control when it came to Naruto. "I distinctly remember telling you I wasn't interested."
"I'm pretty sure I mentioned somethin' along the same lines," Naruto countered, shifting his hands to link them comfortably behind his head, good humour almost restored. Sometimes he forgot how intense Sasuke was; sometimes he had a tendency to think about his own perfect little fantasy world where everybody was happy, and then it came as a shock when they were different in the real world. He stretched out a foot to nudge at Sasuke's leg and stuck out his tongue, aware that he was probably tempting fate, but at the same time...
...well, sometimes he realised that Sasuke needed to release, to let himself slip a little, and Naruto was the best target for that. He healed fast, for one thing. And he forgave easily, for another. He'd weather the storms - though not without dishing out his own, because that wasn't in his nature - and the glares and the scathing tones. He was used to them by now. The important things were the tiny smiles, or the times they could just coexist in relative peace, because that made it all worthwhile.
It made him feel...well, not precisely wanted, because Sasuke wasn't the type to bestow that on anybody. But maybe the next best thing.
Naruto surged into sudden motion, his actions the complete opposite of his erstwhile bedmate's, all frenetic activity and rush with a side dish of flail. He rolled off the bed with an exaggerated stretch, feet thumping solidly onto the carpeted floor as he bounced on the spot. "By the way, you snore," he yawned, a grin hidden by virtue of bending to grab his clothes and disappeared before he turned to toss them carelessly onto the bed where they were in easier reach. He struggled into his black singlet with a few muttered curses - it was out to get him today, he just knew it - and pulled another ridiculous face across the mattress. "Y'know. Just sayin."
"I don't."
It was as simple as thought. Besides, Sasuke was certain that if he had, whatever higher-ups were there would've taken care of it long ago. Just because. . .well, it was something of a hazard for the jobs he would be asked to commit to. And anyway, it was completely beneath him.
A glare was given to emphasize that point - he didn't snore. Never had. And if Naruto was hearing things while sleeping, it was all him. Sasuke had absolutely nothing to do with such behavior.
"Fix the bed," he muttered. Steps were taken with all the heaviness of one intent of completing one task or another. namely whatever took him far, far away from this situation. If you asked him, Sasuke was certain he could still that. . .whatever the fuck it was still on his back. It made him frown, the gesture laden with disgust. Who the hell. . .did that on another person?
Well, the answer was standing in the room with him, and it made him hasten towards the pile of clothing he had set out the night before, each article of clothing folded neatly [even though it was just for training, and each piece would probably be fairly soaked through by the time he finished with that morning ritual. . .but neatness counted for something.]
Besides, making the bed was the least that idiot could do for being allowed to sleep there. Which just. . .
"And don't say a damn thing about this."
"Sorry, dude! You do." On went his pants, although Naruto didn't particularly feel the need to throw on the dark beanie he'd had on last night to cover his hair. It was too hot already for that.
He eyed the tangle of bedclothes and pillows dubiously, scratching the back of his head. 'Fix the bed', Sasuke said - and who the hell was he, to order him around like that?! Naruto had half a mind to kick his ass on sheer principle, but today wasn't a good day for that - but the problem with that was that Naruto just didn't know how. Usually he just pulled the sheets and whatnot over and haphazardly tucked them all under until it looked relatively tidy. That probably wouldn't wash here. He gave a put-upon sigh and went about the attempt to straighten things up, rolling his eyes at Sasuke's 'warning'.
Oh, yeah, because he wanted people to hear about 'this' and take it totally out of freaking context. Right. Of course. "I won't if you won't~" If Ino found out? He'd never hear the end of it.
Naruto shuddered at the very thought. No, no, that wasn't going to happen. His karma wasn't that bad. Surely. Surely.
Just. . .what?
The hand that was reaching for his shirt paused, the material unraveling from its neatly packaged form. Just stood there like that, sorting through the various reactions he could execute in this moment and yet finding none of them really appropriate. Sasuke pulled himself back together, and the look he shot Naruto was one that didn't just threaten. No, it held within in the very violent promise of a very painful brand of vengeance should another word be spoken.
A spark of red to seal the deal before Sasuke turned to his unfolded shirt. Again muttering something inaudible but certainly nothing born of praise.
"Don't let me find you here when I return."
Who the hell knew what he'd do if he. . .Just thinking about it made him want to forget training according to his set protocol. Why bother with a dummy when he could practice on a live body? However, there was the matter of that. . .stuff on his back, and the more he thought about it, the more Sasuke felt he couldn't wait to wash the dried essence of idiocy from his skin.
With a click of his tongue, he headed for the door. Didn't even stop once when it came to checking Naruto's progress on the bed. He could settle with that when he returned. After burning the sheets.
"HAH! As if I'd wanna hang around!" Naruto casually flipped him the finger as he exited, muttering about heartless bastards and something to do with codfish while still struggling with the problem of 'fixing the bed'. Like it was broken or something...what a weird expression.
Once he managed to (mostly) wrestle everything into submission he poked around Sasuke's room a little more, ooh-ing and aah-ing at all the shiny conveniences he didn't have and therefore now lusted for. Seriously, how was this guy such a damn tin-arse?! On a mischievous whim, things disappeared from drawers to wind up in others, or were rearranged - rather artistically, really - into insulting slogans and suchlike. Naruto propped his hands on his hips, admiring his handiwork with satisfaction; it was petty, to be sure, but that didn't matter.
Somedays he only felt he really existed to piss Sasuke off, after all.
Giggling to himself, Naruto swung back out the window and bounded across the facility to the Tent to start his own day. It was nice to be free of minor aches and cramps usually picked up after nights and nights of sleeping on the ground. He'd have to worm his way into whoever's good books so he could sleep in a proper bed more often. Somehow he didn't think Sasuke would be so lenient twice.
The grin widened. That was okay. Once was enough.