Because *I* need cheering up.
Title: Throw it all away
Chapter: Blame it on me
Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
Author: Phoenix Angel Suyari
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sasuke/Naruto, Naruto/Neji
Summary: All I ever think about is the tiring time between.
Archive: Just ask.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. That honor belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.
A/N: This is the eighth chapter.
“Nng-! …Oh!…S-asu-ke….Uhh!”
Gripping the hips beneath his hands tighter, Sasuke pushed in deeper. A soft grunt greeted his increased incentive, hips shoving back against his.
How long?
How long had he waited? Just for this moment. How long had he been a slave to thoughts of this act? How it would feel, how it would sound…Naruto was a lot quieter than he’d imagined. A good deal more forceful in his return. And had ten times the passion Sasuke had always believed him to.
The pleasant ache in his limbs. The deliberate pattern of bruises over his pale skin. The unfamiliar stretch and pull that urged him forward. Faster. Harder.
More.
Throwing his head back, he took several gulping inhales. By no means was Sasuke a virgin. Even in this particular form of the act. There was nothing pure and innocent left in him. Orochimaru had seen to that. And yet…why did it feel as if he were dying?
Naruto’s body absorbing his every motion, the energy crackling about them like the steady thrum of his chidori. A pulsing, vibrant state of being, in which he could both feel what was happening within his body as well as without it.
Naruto reached back, grabbing the firm muscle past his hip and pulling hard. Sasuke almost choked. Gasping in so quickly, so deeply.
It was like drowning.
The blond beneath him had always been the center of his world. Long before he was even aware of him. Long before he’d even been fully aware.
“Gods…Sasuke…”
Dropping forward, he settled his mouth against the tanned neck. Travelling up its length, bypassing the other’s jaw and moving to his mouth. Tongues met before lips, and Sasuke couldn’t stop now if it was necessary to their survival.
Because there was nothing more important than this.
Their breath, hot and harsh met between them, as equally heated tongues battled savagely.
In some still sensible part of his mind, Sasuke had a moment to wonder if this was mere lust. And then Naruto was shoving him deeper, and he lost it.
It couldn’t be simple lust.
It may not be a typical, functional, even healthy love, but in their own way, it was love, all the same.
What was love anyway? Could anyone say with any degree of certainty that they knew? Honestly, truly knew. Could one person ever really judge another’s ability to love? And the depths to which they loved?
Didn’t everyone love differently?
He and Naruto did. They always had.
And it was that understanding of one another, that kept them together. That made them want to hurt each other, as much as they wanted to--
“Ooh! Sa-aa-suke!”
Shoving against one another until they were numb. Until they couldn’t feel the difference between one and the other. Until the world went away, and the only reality was the one they had created.
They were good at making worlds for themselves.
Making love was the same as fighting.
It was a back and forth. An exchange of blows, of sensations. It was forcing the one to feel the strength and power of the other. It was the battle of wills, and the surge of honed ability. Fluid and smooth and beautiful.
Somewhere, deep inside, Sasuke was sure he had always known.
He had just been afraid. He had been unwilling to sacrifice. Unwilling to take a chance. Unwilling to be found weak and needing. When he was younger, it was all about growing strong, by relying on ones own power. It was about getting from one point to another on your own determination. It was proving he wasn’t useless, wasn’t a waste. Was worthy.
Of what, had always been the question.
Even after submitting to Orochimaru, even after all of the extensive training, the years he’d spent in servitude. He was never able to answer that question.
And all along, Naruto had held the answer.
He had tried, often, to share it with Sasuke. It seemed every chance he got; he was trying to force it upon him. Seeing that he needed it. To be guided, to be cared for.
To be fixed.
Sasuke had always written him off as an idiot. Never understanding why he craved him so. His nearness. His obtrusiveness. The push of his body against Sasuke’s own. And the weight of his soul against the darker boy’s.
If they were to weigh souls, Sasuke was unsure whose would truly be heaviest.
And would it matter, if they weighed the same?
Naruto’s fingers dug into his skin, burning the feel of his fingertips upon his muscles. He shoved back, wanting more. Wanting more than he was getting. Sasuke understood the feeling. He shoved forward. Harder.
Harder.
It wasn’t enough.
Their skin was in the way. Their bodies too heavy, too dense, too real.
Possessed by the need to own one another. To claim the right to each other. Obsessed with the feel and fold. With the perfection of fit. And the imperfection of mortality.
“Sa-a-suke…I’m…”
Gripping his hair, he pulled back roughly, exposing the blond’s neck. His mouth open and panting. Harsh, hot breath caressing Sasuke’s slick skin.
He plunged his tongue into the too sweet mouth. Naruto moaned heavily, his tongue reaching out for Sasuke’s own. They clashed, running along the lengths of each with an intensity that was electrifying. Bumping into teeth and cheek, as he and Naruto had bumped into furniture on their way across the room.
Small, rhythmic grunts vibrated in Naruto’s chest, and echoed in Sasuke’s throat.
He kept going. Free falling into the younger, as bodies clenched and the world exploded, before suddenly tipping sideways.
Sasuke dropped forward, into the trembling back of Konoha’s Rokudaime. Slick with sweat, and rising and falling as harshly as his own.
“Naruto-”
It was a moment before the other collected himself enough to reply.
“Sasuke…That was…”
He panted softly, not caring that he’d been trained better. That he had gained such precise control over his body. Wanting for Naruto to know that he had broken that control. Broken the spirit that depended on it.
He wanted Naruto to know that he was everything.
He was the world.
And Sasuke could not survive any longer, in the harsh light of the world, without the other’s shadow to cool him.
“Wow…”
He laughed, and Sasuke lifted his cheek from a warm shoulder blade to meet sparkling blue eyes. Naruto cocked a grin at him. One Sasuke had not seen since they were twelve. The one he’d been searching for.
It told him that everything was all right.
That he didn’t have to be perfect, that he was damn close enough on his own.
It told him he took life far too seriously.
But, most importantly…
He felt his own smile being drawn out, and propped both elbows upon the desk. Dark gaze peering out through a darker fringe, to meet glittering blue.
He leaned down and kissed him. Naruto hummed and closed his eyes, mouth opening sweetly under such tender assault. Sasuke felt the warmth seep through and swell in his chest. Naruto turned, drawing him close. Arms wrapping about him in an embrace to match.
“Sasuke…” he husked, between the tangle of tongues and stretch of lips.
Sasuke could feel him smile again, a light laugh escaping through the corners of his mouth.
“Dobe,” he grumbled, in reply.
Naruto laughed, throwing back his head. And squeaked in a very undignified way, as Sasuke went for his throat. Nipping and sucking. His hands reached up, to stroke through dark hair, as Sasuke’s mouth wandered down. A happy sound reverberating in his throat.
Sasuke knew, if he looked, the blond would be smiling.
And he was glad.
For, more than anything…
It told him he was loved.
Chapter: Blame it on me
Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
Author: Phoenix Angel Suyari
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sasuke/Naruto, Naruto/Neji
Summary: All I ever think about is the tiring time between.
Archive: Just ask.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. That honor belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.
A/N: This is the eighth chapter.
“Nng-! …Oh!…S-asu-ke….Uhh!”
Gripping the hips beneath his hands tighter, Sasuke pushed in deeper. A soft grunt greeted his increased incentive, hips shoving back against his.
How long?
How long had he waited? Just for this moment. How long had he been a slave to thoughts of this act? How it would feel, how it would sound…Naruto was a lot quieter than he’d imagined. A good deal more forceful in his return. And had ten times the passion Sasuke had always believed him to.
The pleasant ache in his limbs. The deliberate pattern of bruises over his pale skin. The unfamiliar stretch and pull that urged him forward. Faster. Harder.
More.
Throwing his head back, he took several gulping inhales. By no means was Sasuke a virgin. Even in this particular form of the act. There was nothing pure and innocent left in him. Orochimaru had seen to that. And yet…why did it feel as if he were dying?
Naruto’s body absorbing his every motion, the energy crackling about them like the steady thrum of his chidori. A pulsing, vibrant state of being, in which he could both feel what was happening within his body as well as without it.
Naruto reached back, grabbing the firm muscle past his hip and pulling hard. Sasuke almost choked. Gasping in so quickly, so deeply.
It was like drowning.
The blond beneath him had always been the center of his world. Long before he was even aware of him. Long before he’d even been fully aware.
“Gods…Sasuke…”
Dropping forward, he settled his mouth against the tanned neck. Travelling up its length, bypassing the other’s jaw and moving to his mouth. Tongues met before lips, and Sasuke couldn’t stop now if it was necessary to their survival.
Because there was nothing more important than this.
Their breath, hot and harsh met between them, as equally heated tongues battled savagely.
In some still sensible part of his mind, Sasuke had a moment to wonder if this was mere lust. And then Naruto was shoving him deeper, and he lost it.
It couldn’t be simple lust.
It may not be a typical, functional, even healthy love, but in their own way, it was love, all the same.
What was love anyway? Could anyone say with any degree of certainty that they knew? Honestly, truly knew. Could one person ever really judge another’s ability to love? And the depths to which they loved?
Didn’t everyone love differently?
He and Naruto did. They always had.
And it was that understanding of one another, that kept them together. That made them want to hurt each other, as much as they wanted to--
“Ooh! Sa-aa-suke!”
Shoving against one another until they were numb. Until they couldn’t feel the difference between one and the other. Until the world went away, and the only reality was the one they had created.
They were good at making worlds for themselves.
Making love was the same as fighting.
It was a back and forth. An exchange of blows, of sensations. It was forcing the one to feel the strength and power of the other. It was the battle of wills, and the surge of honed ability. Fluid and smooth and beautiful.
Somewhere, deep inside, Sasuke was sure he had always known.
He had just been afraid. He had been unwilling to sacrifice. Unwilling to take a chance. Unwilling to be found weak and needing. When he was younger, it was all about growing strong, by relying on ones own power. It was about getting from one point to another on your own determination. It was proving he wasn’t useless, wasn’t a waste. Was worthy.
Of what, had always been the question.
Even after submitting to Orochimaru, even after all of the extensive training, the years he’d spent in servitude. He was never able to answer that question.
And all along, Naruto had held the answer.
He had tried, often, to share it with Sasuke. It seemed every chance he got; he was trying to force it upon him. Seeing that he needed it. To be guided, to be cared for.
To be fixed.
Sasuke had always written him off as an idiot. Never understanding why he craved him so. His nearness. His obtrusiveness. The push of his body against Sasuke’s own. And the weight of his soul against the darker boy’s.
If they were to weigh souls, Sasuke was unsure whose would truly be heaviest.
And would it matter, if they weighed the same?
Naruto’s fingers dug into his skin, burning the feel of his fingertips upon his muscles. He shoved back, wanting more. Wanting more than he was getting. Sasuke understood the feeling. He shoved forward. Harder.
Harder.
It wasn’t enough.
Their skin was in the way. Their bodies too heavy, too dense, too real.
Possessed by the need to own one another. To claim the right to each other. Obsessed with the feel and fold. With the perfection of fit. And the imperfection of mortality.
“Sa-a-suke…I’m…”
Gripping his hair, he pulled back roughly, exposing the blond’s neck. His mouth open and panting. Harsh, hot breath caressing Sasuke’s slick skin.
He plunged his tongue into the too sweet mouth. Naruto moaned heavily, his tongue reaching out for Sasuke’s own. They clashed, running along the lengths of each with an intensity that was electrifying. Bumping into teeth and cheek, as he and Naruto had bumped into furniture on their way across the room.
Small, rhythmic grunts vibrated in Naruto’s chest, and echoed in Sasuke’s throat.
He kept going. Free falling into the younger, as bodies clenched and the world exploded, before suddenly tipping sideways.
Sasuke dropped forward, into the trembling back of Konoha’s Rokudaime. Slick with sweat, and rising and falling as harshly as his own.
“Naruto-”
It was a moment before the other collected himself enough to reply.
“Sasuke…That was…”
He panted softly, not caring that he’d been trained better. That he had gained such precise control over his body. Wanting for Naruto to know that he had broken that control. Broken the spirit that depended on it.
He wanted Naruto to know that he was everything.
He was the world.
And Sasuke could not survive any longer, in the harsh light of the world, without the other’s shadow to cool him.
“Wow…”
He laughed, and Sasuke lifted his cheek from a warm shoulder blade to meet sparkling blue eyes. Naruto cocked a grin at him. One Sasuke had not seen since they were twelve. The one he’d been searching for.
It told him that everything was all right.
That he didn’t have to be perfect, that he was damn close enough on his own.
It told him he took life far too seriously.
But, most importantly…
He felt his own smile being drawn out, and propped both elbows upon the desk. Dark gaze peering out through a darker fringe, to meet glittering blue.
He leaned down and kissed him. Naruto hummed and closed his eyes, mouth opening sweetly under such tender assault. Sasuke felt the warmth seep through and swell in his chest. Naruto turned, drawing him close. Arms wrapping about him in an embrace to match.
“Sasuke…” he husked, between the tangle of tongues and stretch of lips.
Sasuke could feel him smile again, a light laugh escaping through the corners of his mouth.
“Dobe,” he grumbled, in reply.
Naruto laughed, throwing back his head. And squeaked in a very undignified way, as Sasuke went for his throat. Nipping and sucking. His hands reached up, to stroke through dark hair, as Sasuke’s mouth wandered down. A happy sound reverberating in his throat.
Sasuke knew, if he looked, the blond would be smiling.
And he was glad.
For, more than anything…
It told him he was loved.