[LOG] NaruSasu angst :|

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Who: Uzumaki Naruto (messandentwine) and Uchiha Sasuke (noisewithin)
What: THE EPIC RETURN HOME. Yes I know I started this without asking Lamb, I SORRYYYYYY DDDDD:
When: September 5th of 2007
Where: The Uchizumaki Apartment
Warnings: GUARANTEED: Angst, many references to boylove, incest, sex in general, and all of that like, SWEARING, punching, etc. But knowing Lamb and I

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MY MOTHER TURNED OFF THE INTERNET AND LJ ATE MY POST GODDAMMIT. FUCKING HELL.

[messandentwine]

And Naruto cannot be.

(Could never be.

Because-)

Cold lips, cold skin, he can't stand to watch Sasuke undress himself. (It hurts too much, hurts like his own rasping, screaming voice in China, hurts like a blade cut into his cheeks and his stomach over and over, hurts like Kyuubi whispering things in his ear, sweet sad things; he never went back and that's what really makes him a coward. He's forgotten his homeland, his native tongue, has shoved it, crushed it beneath the floorboards of his mind, has completely repressed it, to the point that even Chinese food cuts tracks of acid through his stomach and makes him sick.) Black hair stick awkwardly to fishbelly skin that's dead even in the warm light and he can't do it he can't just sit there and do nothing. Sasuke hasn't given him permission, really but he doesn't care. (He can't wait for it.)

He grasps his arms by the wrists, cold and slick and (dead dead dead, everything, brown, white, unseeing and motionless, "OH GOD NO, NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO"-) lifts them so that he can quickly (briskly) yank the sleeves from his arms - the shirt is thrown unceremoniously to the floor. (No time for worry, no time for panic. Just fear. That is all Naruto can feel. Stark naked fear.) The fabric is wet and sticky with moisture, heavier than hell. Naruto feels no guilt dropping it. ("That was expensive, you idiot." Talking about silk boxer Naruto had painted on and stapled to his wall with a grin. But that was a long time ago.) Sasuke's skin is freezing cold.

The pants are next and they are thick and difficult in a way that they should not be; they catch around Sasuke's knees and Naruto growls at them before yanking them to the floor, thin underwear following. He takes Sasuke's hand, set it on his shoulder, has second thoughts, takes his other hand, sets it on his other shoulder, lifts his right foot and yank both from the ankle, sets it back down, lifts his left foot and does the same. He takes both hands from his shoulders again, holds them gently for a second before turning away hurriedly, whisking up both towels.

He runs one up and down Sasuke's leg before deciding that it isn't quick enough (he's too wet), and drawing it horizontally to rub it back and forth. His thighs dry quickly but still look swollen, as if he's holding in moisture. Naruto whips the towel back to fasten it securely around his waist rather subconsciously, and then gets up from his knees to begin toweling off the Uchiha's hair as it drips.

When it seems almost dry, he stops and watches him. Stops and thinks, lets the towel drape around his shoulders.

(Sasuke.)

And then gathers him in his arms again.

(Sasuke.)