For: seka
For: seka
Title: Untitled
Rating: NC-17
Summary: In which Sasuke is an emotionally stunted idiot and Naruto is his hapless victim.
Warnings: This is a straight-up PWP.
A/N: This is about the fifteenth story that I’ve written for the kinks I was given. It turns out that it is near impossible for me to write violence without humor. I apologize if you wanted something hardcore and angsting; I tried many times to write a dark fic with plot and content, but it just didn’t work out. And, uh… I really just stuck to the kinks because you said you wouldn’t mind. Still, I must apologize for this fic’s shortcomings in regards to your request. :(
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Naruto is training at the public grounds when Sasuke casually walks up to him and punches him in the side of the head. He isn’t prepared for it; he’s turning around, his mouth forming the first syllable of the other’s name, a happy grin budding on his face when the blow comes. He’s knocked off his feet and finds the ground coming up rather quickly. Suddenly, Sasuke hooks a foot around his legs, pulling them out from underneath him, toppling him in an even more efficient manner.
Naruto puts a hand down, flips, and attempts to right himself without allowing his head to collide with the packed dirt beneath him. Sasuke has other ideas on his mind, however, as he grabs hold of Naruto’s ankle and pulls. The blond ends up sprawled out on the ground, head throbbing. He curses himself for not having been able to have seen this coming, and curses Sasuke three times as fervently for being a total jackass.
“Fuck! What the fuck, you bastard!” he rages, trying to sit up while the world above him spins.
Unfortunately, as Naruto struggles, Sasuke sits down, straddles him, grabs the front of his shirt, and attempts to punch him in the mouth. The startled young man manages to get a forearm up just in time to take the brunt of the blow; his attacker’s fist glances off of it because of the angle, but the orange-clad boy can already feel the budding bruise from the hard knock.
Naruto doesn’t manage to get out another curse in the time between Sasuke’s failed attempt to knock out his teeth and his next attempt to do the blond damage. The Uchiha tries to plant a fist in Naruto’s gut; Naruto leans back, bucks up to throw the other off balance, and pushes himself into a long slide underneath his friend in order to escape, his face breezing by what his mind barely registers to be an erection. Naruto jumps up as the paler boy likewise stands and whips around, expression predatory. Eyes widening at the look Sasuke’s pinning him with, Naruto decides to run like hell.
Lately, there is something very off with Sasuke.
A few weeks ago, things had dissolved while the two boys had been sparring: Sasuke had, for whatever reason, taken the friendly match to a new level, attempting to beat the shit out of Naruto. And then he’d pinned him to the ground, rubbed himself off against the blond, and climaxed in what had looked like the utmost pain. Naruto hadn’t really put his heart into fighting Sasuke off at the time, though the aggression the other had shown had freaked him out, to say the least; he’d at least recognized his desire to be with the other boy for some time now, though he’d only acknowledged it to himself, and wasn’t about to deny him despite the odd circumstances.
However, when things had continued down this path, Sasuke sexually attacking him at random moments and refusing to allow him any active participation, Naruto had gone looking for advice. For several days prior to the first attack, he remembered there having been some snickering from a few of the Rookie 9 whenever the two had been seen together. Naruto had gone to Shikamaru to inquire on the matter, knowing that the boy was generally forthright and well-informed. However, Shikamaru had only widened his eyes and turned pink, walking Naruto to Kakashi’s front doorstep and abandoning him and his inquiry there.
Naruto had knocked, and after having been invited inside, he was promptly informed that he had loudly propositioned Sasuke one night-in public, not too long ago-when he’d been drunk. Kakashi recounted the tale with the utmost glee, his visible eye curving into a crescent as he’d chuckled at the memory. Naruto remembers having woken up with a pounding headache about a month ago, though the memories of how he’d come about it had been missing; apparently, in addition to the high volume of alcohol that he’d consumed, he’d also taken a blow to head. Kakashi told him that the punch which Sasuke had delivered him was probably the main point of interest in causing his brain to scream for three days afterward.
Naruto has not yet tried to talk to Sasuke about the information he’s gathered, mainly because the other boy seems to be avoiding him at all costs-that is, when he’s not on a sexual rampage. He decides that today might be the day though.
“Just calm the fuck down!” he yells over his shoulder in the present, sprinting into the tree line and high-tailing it away from Konoha. In case things don’t turn out as diplomatic as he’d like, and in case they do turn into the sort of mutual encounter he wants, he needs to make sure that they’re not in an area that’s well-traveled. It wouldn’t do to have this happen in a public area, if it happens today at all-there had been that time where Kiba and Hinata had-
Kiba still won’t talk to him, and Hinata promptly faints on sight nowadays; there is no stuttering or blushing to precede it, even. He doesn’t think they’ve told anyone else, at least. Sakura would pulverize him.
Naruto glances behind him-yep, the bastard is still there, steadily gaining on him. He feels a pang of annoyance, actually-sure, he likes Sasuke; sure, he wants Sasuke, but goddamn it, why does the other always make it like this!?
He jumps to the ground and skids to a halt, turning to eye the Uchiha. He’s going to talk to him about this this time around-put him right about what he wants.
Apparently, Sasuke has another idea. He leaps upon his teammate, hands aiming for his throat as they crash to the ground together. He’s huffing, glaring down at Naruto like he wants to kill him.
“Sasuke-”
Naruto stops short, fingers twitching dangerously against his windpipe in warning. He scowls.
“Sasuke,” he rasps past the danger, “it doesn’t have to be like this, you know-”
He hisses as a hand moves from his throat and plunges down into his pants, grabbing his penis and squeezing.
“Fuck! Stop it! We could, you know, be nice to each other-”
His head is pushed to the side, the cheek that’s been punched ground into the forest floor.
“And-ah, fuck, don’t do that-and we could act like adults about this-”
Fingers are rubbing, caressing, moving over him in hard strokes. He looks at Sasuke out of the corner of his eye. The brunet’s staring down at him, snarling, looking like he’s about to pull out a kunai and take revenge against Naruto for some unknown trespass.
“Why are you-agh, God-so angry at me?”
The hand stops, and Naruto almost finds himself wishing that he hadn’t said anything. He manages to get his head turned straight, and sees Sasuke’s expression morphing from seething rage to raging annoyance.
“You don’t even fucking know,” he says, tone accusing and final.
Naruto squints up at his friend, whose appearance is rather menacing, silhouetted as he is by the noontime sun.
“I don’t,” Naruto agrees. “So why don’t you tell me?”
Sasuke’s eyes slide away, off to the side. He looks contemplative, like he’s rolling the idea of informing Naruto around in his mind.
“You,” he says, turning his gaze back to Naruto, “are a dobe.” Then there’s a fist hurtling towards Naruto, who decides that he isn’t putting up with this anymore, grabbing the hand before it connects, writhing and bucking and rolling the other boy off of him. He reverses their positions, pinning Sasuke’s legs with his own, keeping a tight hold on the hands that’ve hit him far too many times lately when they should’ve been caressing.
Sasuke winces at the death-grip the other man has on his hands, his bones and tendons chafing together as they’re squeezed too tightly. Naruto eases up a bit, a hint of worry flashing through his eyes.
“Weak!” Sasuke snarls, raging beneath him.
“Fuck you, bastard!” Naruto yells, his resolve flooding back. He slams the darker boy’s hands down, grinding them into the soft grass of the forest floor until topsoil begins lodging its way underneath his own fingernails. Sasuke makes a grunting noise in the back of his throat, baring his teeth at the other boy before bucking up in an attempt to throw him off.
“Sasuke,” Naruto growls predatorily, annoyance flashing through his eyes. “I’ve tried being nice about this, you ass-”
He stops suddenly as a glob of saliva adheres itself to the side of his face. Did he- had Sasuke seriously just-
“Then why don’t you try being mean, you dumb fuck?” Sasuke grinds out, taunting.
“Teme! You-” Naruto stops, face suddenly going blank. He takes in the look of annoyed alarm that passes over Sasuke’s for half a second before it’s wiped away and replaced with contempt.
“You- You want this?” Naruto asks, doubt spreading itself across his features. His eyes search the older boy’s face. He isn’t really sure what he’s looking for; anger and rage are certainly there, but with Sasuke, it doesn’t necessarily mean what it would with any normal person. Especially in this sort of situation, where the boy’s simultaneously egging him on to do something sexual and predatory while fighting him tooth and nail to gain dominance.
“Naruto,” Sasuke starts, eyes glinting dangerously. “U-su-ra-to-n-ka-chi,” he continues, letting the word spill slowly from his mouth, each syllable dropping like a hammer on a nail, adding to the allusion. “If you don’t do something…” He pushes up against Naruto, pressing his hard-on into the the other boy’s thigh.
Sasuke leaves his words hanging in the air, the threat of some possibly detrimental retaliation looming above Naruto’s head. The fearsome look in Sasuke’s eyes promises something that Naruto doesn’t really want to know about, so he clamps his lips into a firm line, pushes a hand past cloth, down into curly hairs and too-hot territory, and fists the straining erection he finds there.
A moaning gurgle makes its way past Sasuke’s lips, ringing in Naruto’s ears. The birds no longer seem to chirp and twitter and tweet around them; the leaves no longer rustle as the breeze comes and goes; the brook that Naruto knows to be just past the tree line no longer trickles and splashes over rocks; the world is dead to him, save that noise issuing forth from between chapped lips, past white teeth wet with saliva, past a tongue that he suddenly needs to bite and abuse to just get that sound to come out again. There is nothing attractive about the noise in the conventional sense, but this is Sasuke, and everything about Sasuke is normally so poised and well thought-out. An Uchiha doesn’t gurgle in pleasure, and that distance from what he should be doing-or what Naruto knows Sasuke thinks he should be doing-becomes immediately necessary to the blond’s continuing survival.
Brief memories of their previous sexual encounters flash through Naruto’s mind; pictures of Sasuke hunting him down and dominating him seem to be all he can remember. Have they ever done much of anything together?, he wonders. Sasuke usually fists him, humps against him to get himself off, and leaves as soon as he’s done. But this-Naruto in a position of power, touching flesh he’s never touched or seen before-is entirely new.
He nudges Sasuke’s pants down, taking time to observe the pink tip of the other’s length; the bud of precum; the foreskin pulled back onto the shaft. He thinks about that sound, glances back at Sasuke’s face-teeth bared, looking like he’s ready to kill-and grips the other’s cock, firmly stroking it. The brunet’s face is screwed up, eyes closed tight, mouth open and panting. The sound doesn’t come again.
But that look on Sasuke’s face.
Naruto had been the cause of it this time; he hadn’t just been a hapless victim of the other’s horny rage, pinned and confused, trying to calm the other down while Sasuke had gotten himself off. Naruto’s suddenly too, too hot, and it’s not from the sun beating down on his back.
“Sasuke,” he mumbles. His fingers knead the warm flesh, trying to pull that noise up and out of the firm body beneath him. He’s bothered by the knowledge that Sasuke is burying that sound away inside of himself, hiding away from him the thing Naruto so desperately yearns for.
“Sasuke,” he says, voice louder, more insistent, demanding, fingers rubbing and trailing up and down, trying to elicit that damned sound again. He rubs his thumb hard across the slit at the tip of Sasuke’s hard-on, staring intently at the other’s face.
He almost doesn’t manage to block the blow aimed at him. Luckily, his instincts kick in, and with the slight aggressive movement from the man beneath him, he’s instantly pulling his hand away from delicate flesh, using it to stop the open palm from striking him across the cheek.
“What the hell, teme!?” Naruto yells, angry. “What are you? A girl?” He glares down at the dark man, quickly pinning the hand he’d earlier released-to jerk the other off, no less!-back to the ground.
“Stop acting like a sentimental woman,” the bastard spits out, trying to turn the tables. “I don’t need you holding me.”
Naruto splutters. “Holding you? Holding you?” He gives Sasuke a dirty look, matching the other’s expression. “How the fuck is fisting you sentimental?” he grinds out.
Sasuke narrows his eyes further, a feat which amazes Naruto. “If you’re not able to do this, I don’t need you,” the older boy hisses, trying to wrench his hands away.
“Would you just tell me what’s wrong?”
“You’re a fucking moron, that’s what’s wrong,” Sasuke hisses.
“Then it’s your fault for wanting it from a moron, you ass! You do want it, don’t you?” he asks, seething. He feels his anger at Sasuke’s ridiculous behavior reaching new levels, and can feel the fox stirring in his cage, seemingly interested in what’s causing him to rage. In the back of his mind, he lets out a, Settle the fuck down; it doesn’t concern you!, which seems to put him off.
“What do you know about what I want?” Sasuke spits out, trying to pull off a look of superiority from below Naruto. Somehow, even the position he’s in doesn’t manage to negate the effect it has on the blond, who feels the sudden need to pound the shit out of the boy. Instead, he opts for relative diplomacy and attempts to get an answer out of his friend.
“I don’t know what you want because you won’t stop being a prick long enough to just tell me.” He stares down at the other, searching. Sasuke refuses to hold eye contact, however, and looks to the side, scowling. He mumbles something under his breath.
“What?” Naruto asks, squinting down at him, suspicious.
Sasuke mumbles again. Naruto thinks he hears something vaguely insulting, but he isn’t really sure.
“Speak up, bastard!” Naruto demands.
Sasuke’s eyes fly back to his, glaring. “You never do anything!” he yells.
“Wha- what?”
“You never do a goddamn thing,” Sasuke repeats. “Not since that night when you-when we-and fuck, you’re an idiot,” he says, tearing his hands out of Naruto’s slack hold. Naruto almost thinks there’s a blush there, somewhere underneath all of the annoyance the other man is radiating, but he doesn’t have time to process it as he’s thrown off of Sasuke and stormed off on.
He sits, thinking about what’s been said to him before stumbling to his feet and following. When he catches up, Sasuke’s tucking himself back into his pants, his gait off-probably from the problem he’s trying to hide, and which Naruto vaguely notices he’s also garnered from their encounter.
“Sasuke, what are you talking about?” Naruto asks, stumbling after the other boy. “What did I-did we-what are you talking about?” he says lamely.
Sasuke keeps walking, unresponsive.
“Sasuke! Sasuke, you’re not even walking right,” Naruto argues pitifully, trying to find a way to make the man stay.
Sasuke stops. Naruto groans when he bumps into him, his groin sensitive.
“Loser,” Sasuke says after several seconds, not turning around. “I hate you.” It comes out lame. Naruto doesn’t even feel riled up by it, though it does make him frown.
“Are you going to explain?” Naruto asks. “Or should I punch you in the side of the head to get it out?”
Sasuke whips around so fast that Naruto almost jumps. It looks like he’s considering hitting Naruto again, who cringes away ever so slightly.
“I get that you were drunk,” Sasuke says, putting a hand on his hip and looking down. He lets out a “tch” after shaking his head. “But how could you just forget?” The tone is accusing, upset, and annoyed; it’s something that Naruto’s never been privy to before, which almost excites him. Unfortunately, he feels alarmed instead, trying to piece together what Sasuke’s saying with what’s been happening as of late.
“Sasuke,” Naruto says, gulping, trying to remain calm. Eyes-black coal set into a face like snow-train themselves on Naruto, who feels guilt overwhelm him at the look of betrayal displayed therein. “Did we have sex?” Naruto asks, eyebrows drawing together.
Sasuke frowns. Scowls. Turns away. “Idiot,” he says again, stomping off. The answer’s there, clear as day to Naruto-though to anyone else, it might have seemed like a denial.
He stands in place, studying Sasuke’s tense shoulders, the line of his back as he walks away. He then promptly curls his hand into a fist, sprints toward the other, and lands a blow straight on the back of his head, mussing that stupid hair and making the goddamn stupid bastard crumple.
“Asshole!” he screams, going down after Sasuke, who’s staring up at him with wide, disbelieving eyes, a hand feeling at the back of his head. Naruto jumps on the bastard’s back, attempting to wrestle him down. Sasuke recovers quickly, however, rolling over beneath him and-
“You’re biting now!?” Naruto yells, trying to get his hand away from the Uchiha’s incisors. Sasuke lets go after a particularly rough tug from Naruto, who stares at his mauled hand in horror. “You left marks!” he complains, turning his attention back to the insane man. And then Sasuke has the audacity to actually smirk at him.
Naruto gets his teammate’s hands down before leaning over and roughly biting at the skin of his collarbone in retaliation. The cloth of Sasuke’s shirt gets in the way a bit, but considering the grunt that issues forth from him, Naruto knows he’s at least gotten through it well enough to pinch the other. When he pulls away, he looks down into dark gray irises, indignant.
“Instead of talking to me, you’ve been hunting me down and attacking me, fucking my pelvis, and jerking me off. Instead of talking to me so that we could have sex, you decide to be an idiot,” he says, just to make sure.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t like it,” Sasuke says, trying to regain his cocky demeanor.
“You punched me in the side of the head.”
Sasuke looks at him blankly.
“You spat at me. You tried to bitch-slap me.”
A smirk slowly spreads its way across Sasuke’s face.
“What are you going to do about it, dobe?”
Naruto is torn between rasengan-ing the shit out of his friend and throwing him into a lake. He also has the inherent urge to bash the smirk off of Sasuke’s face with his own head. He opts, instead, to bite the smirk away, leaning in and gnashing his teeth against those damn, holier-than-thou lips. It’s nothing even remotely like a kiss; it’s too violent and purposeful to be considered such a thing, and Sasuke’s groaning in protest at having such delicate skin pulverized by Naruto’s teeth.
Naruto pulls away, studying his handiwork. Sasuke’s lips are swollen and angry-looking. The blond spits out a casual, “Teme,” before leaning back in and kissing the immobile boy beneath him, moving lips against lips, sloppily licking at the hurt he’s caused (and probably should’ve been above doing, he thinks). Still, Sasuke kisses back, inexpertly shoving his tongue in places Naruto can’t remember it having ever been-what had it been like, their first time? Had there been affection?-and it starts getting mindless when Sasuke begins grinding up into him. He pushes back, frantically rubbing against the other man. There are these hands everywhere, and Naruto can’t figure out when he was dumb enough to let go of the other, but suddenly they’re doing these things, skirting up his abs and-
Was that his nipple?
He groans into Sasuke’s open mouth as the other man rubs at the nub, which Naruto had previously thought of as useless.
Naruto cracks his eyes open and almost starts when he realizes that Sasuke’s staring at him intently. He backs up, a trail of saliva following him and not snapping until he’s several inches away. Sasuke doesn’t flinch when it lands back on the edge of his mouth, eyes cloudy. Naruto finds something funny about it and almost giggles-giggles? Really?-but manages to rein the urge in and stay focused on the situation at hand.
Sasuke pants at him, grinding up, looking for a reaction. Naruto stifles a moan. He trails a hand down Sasuke’s chest, thinking about stripping the other man, but opting not to. They’re both already too far gone from their earlier rough-housing to dally now; neither of them would last. Naruto undoes the button and fly of his own pants. Paler hands move in to help him push the material down before grabbing hold of his length. Sasuke’s touch is gentler this time, though there’s still a sense of urgency to it. Naruto makes a noise in the back of his throat, vision fading in and out as Sasuke strokes him. The other’s fingers are rough with calluses, and Naruto shudders as the textured digits roam over his shaft.
Remembering his partner, Naruto reaches down and pushes past cloth to get at Sasuke’s own member. He looks Sasuke in the eye, playing with the hairs above his erection before gripping onto it. The other’s eyes roll back as he arches up, his hand faltering on Naruto, gripping too hard. Sasuke gurgle-moans again, and Naruto grins past the slight discomfort of being jerked too tightly.
Sasuke seems to regain his composure quickly, trying to set a rhythm to his strokes, eyes closed as he bucks shallowly against his teammate’s hand. Naruto finds it difficult to do the same, hand too dry, and resorts to bringing his hand to his mouth and spitting into it before returning it to Sasuke’s cock. With the lubrication, things begin to move more evenly, and he tries to match Sasuke grip-for-grip as they jerk each other off.
Sasuke lets out a panting moan, his body becoming suddenly rigid as he arches up into his climax. Warm, sticky seed spills into Naruto’s hand as he pumps his friend through his orgasm. Sasuke’s hand goes limp around him as he relaxes, and Naruto groans in frustration; the hot feeling in his abdomen is coiled up tightly, ready to spring but in need of something to pull it through. Naruto moves his own fingers over himself, pumping once, twice, three times, before grunting and coming over Sasuke. His vision goes blank shortly, and he finds himself collapsing over top of his lover, breathing heavily from exertion.
When Naruto finally gets his breath back, he finds an insistent hand pushing at his shoulder. He glances at Sasuke, who looks annoyed at their position, and rolls off of him. He tucks himself back into his pants, ignoring the splattering of cum across his midsection. Resting his hands on his stomach, he smiles contentedly at the summer sky as his eyelids begin to droop.
“Don’t sleep here, moron,” Sasuke says, his shadow falling over Naruto as he blocks out the sun.
“Mmm? Why?” Naruto asks, focusing on the silhouette above him. “I’m sleepy.”
Sasuke scowls.
“What?”
Sasuke glowers.
“We’re not finished.”
Naruto slowly grins.
“I know that. Idiot.”
Title: Untitled
Rating: NC-17
Summary: In which Sasuke is an emotionally stunted idiot and Naruto is his hapless victim.
Warnings: This is a straight-up PWP.
A/N: This is about the fifteenth story that I’ve written for the kinks I was given. It turns out that it is near impossible for me to write violence without humor. I apologize if you wanted something hardcore and angsting; I tried many times to write a dark fic with plot and content, but it just didn’t work out. And, uh… I really just stuck to the kinks because you said you wouldn’t mind. Still, I must apologize for this fic’s shortcomings in regards to your request. :(
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Naruto is training at the public grounds when Sasuke casually walks up to him and punches him in the side of the head. He isn’t prepared for it; he’s turning around, his mouth forming the first syllable of the other’s name, a happy grin budding on his face when the blow comes. He’s knocked off his feet and finds the ground coming up rather quickly. Suddenly, Sasuke hooks a foot around his legs, pulling them out from underneath him, toppling him in an even more efficient manner.
Naruto puts a hand down, flips, and attempts to right himself without allowing his head to collide with the packed dirt beneath him. Sasuke has other ideas on his mind, however, as he grabs hold of Naruto’s ankle and pulls. The blond ends up sprawled out on the ground, head throbbing. He curses himself for not having been able to have seen this coming, and curses Sasuke three times as fervently for being a total jackass.
“Fuck! What the fuck, you bastard!” he rages, trying to sit up while the world above him spins.
Unfortunately, as Naruto struggles, Sasuke sits down, straddles him, grabs the front of his shirt, and attempts to punch him in the mouth. The startled young man manages to get a forearm up just in time to take the brunt of the blow; his attacker’s fist glances off of it because of the angle, but the orange-clad boy can already feel the budding bruise from the hard knock.
Naruto doesn’t manage to get out another curse in the time between Sasuke’s failed attempt to knock out his teeth and his next attempt to do the blond damage. The Uchiha tries to plant a fist in Naruto’s gut; Naruto leans back, bucks up to throw the other off balance, and pushes himself into a long slide underneath his friend in order to escape, his face breezing by what his mind barely registers to be an erection. Naruto jumps up as the paler boy likewise stands and whips around, expression predatory. Eyes widening at the look Sasuke’s pinning him with, Naruto decides to run like hell.
Lately, there is something very off with Sasuke.
A few weeks ago, things had dissolved while the two boys had been sparring: Sasuke had, for whatever reason, taken the friendly match to a new level, attempting to beat the shit out of Naruto. And then he’d pinned him to the ground, rubbed himself off against the blond, and climaxed in what had looked like the utmost pain. Naruto hadn’t really put his heart into fighting Sasuke off at the time, though the aggression the other had shown had freaked him out, to say the least; he’d at least recognized his desire to be with the other boy for some time now, though he’d only acknowledged it to himself, and wasn’t about to deny him despite the odd circumstances.
However, when things had continued down this path, Sasuke sexually attacking him at random moments and refusing to allow him any active participation, Naruto had gone looking for advice. For several days prior to the first attack, he remembered there having been some snickering from a few of the Rookie 9 whenever the two had been seen together. Naruto had gone to Shikamaru to inquire on the matter, knowing that the boy was generally forthright and well-informed. However, Shikamaru had only widened his eyes and turned pink, walking Naruto to Kakashi’s front doorstep and abandoning him and his inquiry there.
Naruto had knocked, and after having been invited inside, he was promptly informed that he had loudly propositioned Sasuke one night-in public, not too long ago-when he’d been drunk. Kakashi recounted the tale with the utmost glee, his visible eye curving into a crescent as he’d chuckled at the memory. Naruto remembers having woken up with a pounding headache about a month ago, though the memories of how he’d come about it had been missing; apparently, in addition to the high volume of alcohol that he’d consumed, he’d also taken a blow to head. Kakashi told him that the punch which Sasuke had delivered him was probably the main point of interest in causing his brain to scream for three days afterward.
Naruto has not yet tried to talk to Sasuke about the information he’s gathered, mainly because the other boy seems to be avoiding him at all costs-that is, when he’s not on a sexual rampage. He decides that today might be the day though.
“Just calm the fuck down!” he yells over his shoulder in the present, sprinting into the tree line and high-tailing it away from Konoha. In case things don’t turn out as diplomatic as he’d like, and in case they do turn into the sort of mutual encounter he wants, he needs to make sure that they’re not in an area that’s well-traveled. It wouldn’t do to have this happen in a public area, if it happens today at all-there had been that time where Kiba and Hinata had-
Kiba still won’t talk to him, and Hinata promptly faints on sight nowadays; there is no stuttering or blushing to precede it, even. He doesn’t think they’ve told anyone else, at least. Sakura would pulverize him.
Naruto glances behind him-yep, the bastard is still there, steadily gaining on him. He feels a pang of annoyance, actually-sure, he likes Sasuke; sure, he wants Sasuke, but goddamn it, why does the other always make it like this!?
He jumps to the ground and skids to a halt, turning to eye the Uchiha. He’s going to talk to him about this this time around-put him right about what he wants.
Apparently, Sasuke has another idea. He leaps upon his teammate, hands aiming for his throat as they crash to the ground together. He’s huffing, glaring down at Naruto like he wants to kill him.
“Sasuke-”
Naruto stops short, fingers twitching dangerously against his windpipe in warning. He scowls.
“Sasuke,” he rasps past the danger, “it doesn’t have to be like this, you know-”
He hisses as a hand moves from his throat and plunges down into his pants, grabbing his penis and squeezing.
“Fuck! Stop it! We could, you know, be nice to each other-”
His head is pushed to the side, the cheek that’s been punched ground into the forest floor.
“And-ah, fuck, don’t do that-and we could act like adults about this-”
Fingers are rubbing, caressing, moving over him in hard strokes. He looks at Sasuke out of the corner of his eye. The brunet’s staring down at him, snarling, looking like he’s about to pull out a kunai and take revenge against Naruto for some unknown trespass.
“Why are you-agh, God-so angry at me?”
The hand stops, and Naruto almost finds himself wishing that he hadn’t said anything. He manages to get his head turned straight, and sees Sasuke’s expression morphing from seething rage to raging annoyance.
“You don’t even fucking know,” he says, tone accusing and final.
Naruto squints up at his friend, whose appearance is rather menacing, silhouetted as he is by the noontime sun.
“I don’t,” Naruto agrees. “So why don’t you tell me?”
Sasuke’s eyes slide away, off to the side. He looks contemplative, like he’s rolling the idea of informing Naruto around in his mind.
“You,” he says, turning his gaze back to Naruto, “are a dobe.” Then there’s a fist hurtling towards Naruto, who decides that he isn’t putting up with this anymore, grabbing the hand before it connects, writhing and bucking and rolling the other boy off of him. He reverses their positions, pinning Sasuke’s legs with his own, keeping a tight hold on the hands that’ve hit him far too many times lately when they should’ve been caressing.
Sasuke winces at the death-grip the other man has on his hands, his bones and tendons chafing together as they’re squeezed too tightly. Naruto eases up a bit, a hint of worry flashing through his eyes.
“Weak!” Sasuke snarls, raging beneath him.
“Fuck you, bastard!” Naruto yells, his resolve flooding back. He slams the darker boy’s hands down, grinding them into the soft grass of the forest floor until topsoil begins lodging its way underneath his own fingernails. Sasuke makes a grunting noise in the back of his throat, baring his teeth at the other boy before bucking up in an attempt to throw him off.
“Sasuke,” Naruto growls predatorily, annoyance flashing through his eyes. “I’ve tried being nice about this, you ass-”
He stops suddenly as a glob of saliva adheres itself to the side of his face. Did he- had Sasuke seriously just-
“Then why don’t you try being mean, you dumb fuck?” Sasuke grinds out, taunting.
“Teme! You-” Naruto stops, face suddenly going blank. He takes in the look of annoyed alarm that passes over Sasuke’s for half a second before it’s wiped away and replaced with contempt.
“You- You want this?” Naruto asks, doubt spreading itself across his features. His eyes search the older boy’s face. He isn’t really sure what he’s looking for; anger and rage are certainly there, but with Sasuke, it doesn’t necessarily mean what it would with any normal person. Especially in this sort of situation, where the boy’s simultaneously egging him on to do something sexual and predatory while fighting him tooth and nail to gain dominance.
“Naruto,” Sasuke starts, eyes glinting dangerously. “U-su-ra-to-n-ka-chi,” he continues, letting the word spill slowly from his mouth, each syllable dropping like a hammer on a nail, adding to the allusion. “If you don’t do something…” He pushes up against Naruto, pressing his hard-on into the the other boy’s thigh.
Sasuke leaves his words hanging in the air, the threat of some possibly detrimental retaliation looming above Naruto’s head. The fearsome look in Sasuke’s eyes promises something that Naruto doesn’t really want to know about, so he clamps his lips into a firm line, pushes a hand past cloth, down into curly hairs and too-hot territory, and fists the straining erection he finds there.
A moaning gurgle makes its way past Sasuke’s lips, ringing in Naruto’s ears. The birds no longer seem to chirp and twitter and tweet around them; the leaves no longer rustle as the breeze comes and goes; the brook that Naruto knows to be just past the tree line no longer trickles and splashes over rocks; the world is dead to him, save that noise issuing forth from between chapped lips, past white teeth wet with saliva, past a tongue that he suddenly needs to bite and abuse to just get that sound to come out again. There is nothing attractive about the noise in the conventional sense, but this is Sasuke, and everything about Sasuke is normally so poised and well thought-out. An Uchiha doesn’t gurgle in pleasure, and that distance from what he should be doing-or what Naruto knows Sasuke thinks he should be doing-becomes immediately necessary to the blond’s continuing survival.
Brief memories of their previous sexual encounters flash through Naruto’s mind; pictures of Sasuke hunting him down and dominating him seem to be all he can remember. Have they ever done much of anything together?, he wonders. Sasuke usually fists him, humps against him to get himself off, and leaves as soon as he’s done. But this-Naruto in a position of power, touching flesh he’s never touched or seen before-is entirely new.
He nudges Sasuke’s pants down, taking time to observe the pink tip of the other’s length; the bud of precum; the foreskin pulled back onto the shaft. He thinks about that sound, glances back at Sasuke’s face-teeth bared, looking like he’s ready to kill-and grips the other’s cock, firmly stroking it. The brunet’s face is screwed up, eyes closed tight, mouth open and panting. The sound doesn’t come again.
But that look on Sasuke’s face.
Naruto had been the cause of it this time; he hadn’t just been a hapless victim of the other’s horny rage, pinned and confused, trying to calm the other down while Sasuke had gotten himself off. Naruto’s suddenly too, too hot, and it’s not from the sun beating down on his back.
“Sasuke,” he mumbles. His fingers knead the warm flesh, trying to pull that noise up and out of the firm body beneath him. He’s bothered by the knowledge that Sasuke is burying that sound away inside of himself, hiding away from him the thing Naruto so desperately yearns for.
“Sasuke,” he says, voice louder, more insistent, demanding, fingers rubbing and trailing up and down, trying to elicit that damned sound again. He rubs his thumb hard across the slit at the tip of Sasuke’s hard-on, staring intently at the other’s face.
He almost doesn’t manage to block the blow aimed at him. Luckily, his instincts kick in, and with the slight aggressive movement from the man beneath him, he’s instantly pulling his hand away from delicate flesh, using it to stop the open palm from striking him across the cheek.
“What the hell, teme!?” Naruto yells, angry. “What are you? A girl?” He glares down at the dark man, quickly pinning the hand he’d earlier released-to jerk the other off, no less!-back to the ground.
“Stop acting like a sentimental woman,” the bastard spits out, trying to turn the tables. “I don’t need you holding me.”
Naruto splutters. “Holding you? Holding you?” He gives Sasuke a dirty look, matching the other’s expression. “How the fuck is fisting you sentimental?” he grinds out.
Sasuke narrows his eyes further, a feat which amazes Naruto. “If you’re not able to do this, I don’t need you,” the older boy hisses, trying to wrench his hands away.
“Would you just tell me what’s wrong?”
“You’re a fucking moron, that’s what’s wrong,” Sasuke hisses.
“Then it’s your fault for wanting it from a moron, you ass! You do want it, don’t you?” he asks, seething. He feels his anger at Sasuke’s ridiculous behavior reaching new levels, and can feel the fox stirring in his cage, seemingly interested in what’s causing him to rage. In the back of his mind, he lets out a, Settle the fuck down; it doesn’t concern you!, which seems to put him off.
“What do you know about what I want?” Sasuke spits out, trying to pull off a look of superiority from below Naruto. Somehow, even the position he’s in doesn’t manage to negate the effect it has on the blond, who feels the sudden need to pound the shit out of the boy. Instead, he opts for relative diplomacy and attempts to get an answer out of his friend.
“I don’t know what you want because you won’t stop being a prick long enough to just tell me.” He stares down at the other, searching. Sasuke refuses to hold eye contact, however, and looks to the side, scowling. He mumbles something under his breath.
“What?” Naruto asks, squinting down at him, suspicious.
Sasuke mumbles again. Naruto thinks he hears something vaguely insulting, but he isn’t really sure.
“Speak up, bastard!” Naruto demands.
Sasuke’s eyes fly back to his, glaring. “You never do anything!” he yells.
“Wha- what?”
“You never do a goddamn thing,” Sasuke repeats. “Not since that night when you-when we-and fuck, you’re an idiot,” he says, tearing his hands out of Naruto’s slack hold. Naruto almost thinks there’s a blush there, somewhere underneath all of the annoyance the other man is radiating, but he doesn’t have time to process it as he’s thrown off of Sasuke and stormed off on.
He sits, thinking about what’s been said to him before stumbling to his feet and following. When he catches up, Sasuke’s tucking himself back into his pants, his gait off-probably from the problem he’s trying to hide, and which Naruto vaguely notices he’s also garnered from their encounter.
“Sasuke, what are you talking about?” Naruto asks, stumbling after the other boy. “What did I-did we-what are you talking about?” he says lamely.
Sasuke keeps walking, unresponsive.
“Sasuke! Sasuke, you’re not even walking right,” Naruto argues pitifully, trying to find a way to make the man stay.
Sasuke stops. Naruto groans when he bumps into him, his groin sensitive.
“Loser,” Sasuke says after several seconds, not turning around. “I hate you.” It comes out lame. Naruto doesn’t even feel riled up by it, though it does make him frown.
“Are you going to explain?” Naruto asks. “Or should I punch you in the side of the head to get it out?”
Sasuke whips around so fast that Naruto almost jumps. It looks like he’s considering hitting Naruto again, who cringes away ever so slightly.
“I get that you were drunk,” Sasuke says, putting a hand on his hip and looking down. He lets out a “tch” after shaking his head. “But how could you just forget?” The tone is accusing, upset, and annoyed; it’s something that Naruto’s never been privy to before, which almost excites him. Unfortunately, he feels alarmed instead, trying to piece together what Sasuke’s saying with what’s been happening as of late.
“Sasuke,” Naruto says, gulping, trying to remain calm. Eyes-black coal set into a face like snow-train themselves on Naruto, who feels guilt overwhelm him at the look of betrayal displayed therein. “Did we have sex?” Naruto asks, eyebrows drawing together.
Sasuke frowns. Scowls. Turns away. “Idiot,” he says again, stomping off. The answer’s there, clear as day to Naruto-though to anyone else, it might have seemed like a denial.
He stands in place, studying Sasuke’s tense shoulders, the line of his back as he walks away. He then promptly curls his hand into a fist, sprints toward the other, and lands a blow straight on the back of his head, mussing that stupid hair and making the goddamn stupid bastard crumple.
“Asshole!” he screams, going down after Sasuke, who’s staring up at him with wide, disbelieving eyes, a hand feeling at the back of his head. Naruto jumps on the bastard’s back, attempting to wrestle him down. Sasuke recovers quickly, however, rolling over beneath him and-
“You’re biting now!?” Naruto yells, trying to get his hand away from the Uchiha’s incisors. Sasuke lets go after a particularly rough tug from Naruto, who stares at his mauled hand in horror. “You left marks!” he complains, turning his attention back to the insane man. And then Sasuke has the audacity to actually smirk at him.
Naruto gets his teammate’s hands down before leaning over and roughly biting at the skin of his collarbone in retaliation. The cloth of Sasuke’s shirt gets in the way a bit, but considering the grunt that issues forth from him, Naruto knows he’s at least gotten through it well enough to pinch the other. When he pulls away, he looks down into dark gray irises, indignant.
“Instead of talking to me, you’ve been hunting me down and attacking me, fucking my pelvis, and jerking me off. Instead of talking to me so that we could have sex, you decide to be an idiot,” he says, just to make sure.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t like it,” Sasuke says, trying to regain his cocky demeanor.
“You punched me in the side of the head.”
Sasuke looks at him blankly.
“You spat at me. You tried to bitch-slap me.”
A smirk slowly spreads its way across Sasuke’s face.
“What are you going to do about it, dobe?”
Naruto is torn between rasengan-ing the shit out of his friend and throwing him into a lake. He also has the inherent urge to bash the smirk off of Sasuke’s face with his own head. He opts, instead, to bite the smirk away, leaning in and gnashing his teeth against those damn, holier-than-thou lips. It’s nothing even remotely like a kiss; it’s too violent and purposeful to be considered such a thing, and Sasuke’s groaning in protest at having such delicate skin pulverized by Naruto’s teeth.
Naruto pulls away, studying his handiwork. Sasuke’s lips are swollen and angry-looking. The blond spits out a casual, “Teme,” before leaning back in and kissing the immobile boy beneath him, moving lips against lips, sloppily licking at the hurt he’s caused (and probably should’ve been above doing, he thinks). Still, Sasuke kisses back, inexpertly shoving his tongue in places Naruto can’t remember it having ever been-what had it been like, their first time? Had there been affection?-and it starts getting mindless when Sasuke begins grinding up into him. He pushes back, frantically rubbing against the other man. There are these hands everywhere, and Naruto can’t figure out when he was dumb enough to let go of the other, but suddenly they’re doing these things, skirting up his abs and-
Was that his nipple?
He groans into Sasuke’s open mouth as the other man rubs at the nub, which Naruto had previously thought of as useless.
Naruto cracks his eyes open and almost starts when he realizes that Sasuke’s staring at him intently. He backs up, a trail of saliva following him and not snapping until he’s several inches away. Sasuke doesn’t flinch when it lands back on the edge of his mouth, eyes cloudy. Naruto finds something funny about it and almost giggles-giggles? Really?-but manages to rein the urge in and stay focused on the situation at hand.
Sasuke pants at him, grinding up, looking for a reaction. Naruto stifles a moan. He trails a hand down Sasuke’s chest, thinking about stripping the other man, but opting not to. They’re both already too far gone from their earlier rough-housing to dally now; neither of them would last. Naruto undoes the button and fly of his own pants. Paler hands move in to help him push the material down before grabbing hold of his length. Sasuke’s touch is gentler this time, though there’s still a sense of urgency to it. Naruto makes a noise in the back of his throat, vision fading in and out as Sasuke strokes him. The other’s fingers are rough with calluses, and Naruto shudders as the textured digits roam over his shaft.
Remembering his partner, Naruto reaches down and pushes past cloth to get at Sasuke’s own member. He looks Sasuke in the eye, playing with the hairs above his erection before gripping onto it. The other’s eyes roll back as he arches up, his hand faltering on Naruto, gripping too hard. Sasuke gurgle-moans again, and Naruto grins past the slight discomfort of being jerked too tightly.
Sasuke seems to regain his composure quickly, trying to set a rhythm to his strokes, eyes closed as he bucks shallowly against his teammate’s hand. Naruto finds it difficult to do the same, hand too dry, and resorts to bringing his hand to his mouth and spitting into it before returning it to Sasuke’s cock. With the lubrication, things begin to move more evenly, and he tries to match Sasuke grip-for-grip as they jerk each other off.
Sasuke lets out a panting moan, his body becoming suddenly rigid as he arches up into his climax. Warm, sticky seed spills into Naruto’s hand as he pumps his friend through his orgasm. Sasuke’s hand goes limp around him as he relaxes, and Naruto groans in frustration; the hot feeling in his abdomen is coiled up tightly, ready to spring but in need of something to pull it through. Naruto moves his own fingers over himself, pumping once, twice, three times, before grunting and coming over Sasuke. His vision goes blank shortly, and he finds himself collapsing over top of his lover, breathing heavily from exertion.
When Naruto finally gets his breath back, he finds an insistent hand pushing at his shoulder. He glances at Sasuke, who looks annoyed at their position, and rolls off of him. He tucks himself back into his pants, ignoring the splattering of cum across his midsection. Resting his hands on his stomach, he smiles contentedly at the summer sky as his eyelids begin to droop.
“Don’t sleep here, moron,” Sasuke says, his shadow falling over Naruto as he blocks out the sun.
“Mmm? Why?” Naruto asks, focusing on the silhouette above him. “I’m sleepy.”
Sasuke scowls.
“What?”
Sasuke glowers.
“We’re not finished.”
Naruto slowly grins.
“I know that. Idiot.”