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After everything they've been through. After Naruto went to the end of the universe to drag him back into his life. After a war leveled the shinobi world—after everything.
Sasuke still has the nerve to be an ass.
Ostensibly born of insecurities and grating loneliness, assuredly some form of self sabotage. He can consider it in a number of ways, but the reality is far simpler. Fear drives his sharp tongue, his chastising, his isolation. Afraid of losing what is barely his.
The argument was over something stupid triggered by something even stupider. Sasuke's unwillingness to accept forgiveness in the face of someone far too forgiving. "You should fucking hate me," and, "Hurt me," may have come out of the loner's mouth. He knew it hurt Naruto because he wanted it to hurt him.
But the fucker won't budge. Still too nice, too forgiving, too fucking in love to take the bait. Even when they argue, he only ever seems to be searching for common ground anymore. Nothing like the brat he grew up with.
If he's changed, why hasn't Sasuke?
The world moves around him as he remains stagnant.
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It's the next day and Sasuke couldn't wait for a decent time. He wakes early, before the morning birds and their singing, and showers and eats quickly if not only for routine. He only slows for his walk, which he tries to enjoy leisurely. Unfortunately, it's spent mostly half-panicking beneath a stoic expression.
He doesn't knock on Naruto's apartment door because he has a key. Naruto had insisted on giving it to him, and Sasuke still feels a little guilty for not reciprocating the simple yet profound act.
Entering to the unexpected sound of the shower running, Sasuke's lashes flutter as he steps into the kitchen. The door shuts behind him, and he stands there in front of it as something on the low table screams at him. His breath hitches, then vanishes from his lungs. Outwardly, there is no indication of emotion.
A bouquet of purple and white flowers, leafy green pluming from the plastic. A purple bow ties off the stems. It sits boldly at the center of the varnished oak.
There is no note card. A gift to, or from?
Sasuke swallows knives, eyes caught still. The colors are ambiguous. A certain Hyuga crosses his mind. He's considering just leaving when the shower cuts.
Heart thumping wild in his chest, a hot blaze choking the breath from him, Sasuke stands frozen, waiting. He braces for—
"Hn?" Naruto appears, wet and naked with a towel around his waist, another mussing his hair. "Sasuke!" His face lights up, teeth bright as his smile. "You beat me to it."
Sasuke tilts his head, his expression narrowing. "Beat you to...?"
And then his sunshine giggles, throaty and warm, and the tension stops flooding Sasuke's muscles. He softens as Naruto, still snickering proudly, takes to the table to trade the hair towel for the bouquet. "I don't like going to bed without makin' up first, sooo I did mean to give these to you last night..." He presents the flowers with both hands, one his and one not. Sasuke takes the ensemble with his only, and brings it close.
Silence blooms between them as Sasuke looks down at it.
Naruto, seeming a little antsy, tugs his towel closer and shifts his weight from foot to foot. "Um- I'm trying to say I'm sorry, is all." A sheepish hand to the back of his head, his eyes suddenly anywhere else. Sasuke swears he can hear his heart, fast and steady. "Even when we fight, I'm still so glad-"
"You idiot."
"Huh?"
Sasuke looks up from the bouquet, his eyes wet. Naruto stiffens a little, a look of careful concern crossing his visage. A hand comes up and Sasuke has to will himself not to recoil as it gently brushes hair from his face. He looks away again quickly lest a sob break him. His fingers tremble as he clutches the flowers to his chest. "I was coming here to apologize to you. Why- did you-"
Naruto laughs again, but it chimes softly this time. The hand at Sasuke's face turns to a partial embrace, snaking around to pull the dark head into the blonde's shoulder. Sasuke sighs, eyes sliding shut. "Because I love you, duh." And he says it so plainly, so matter of factly that it shouldn't be doubted, like he always does. He says it so often. Sasuke wishes he weren't a coward so that he might be able to say it back.
Instead, he can only offer his body. His mouth. His heat.
He kisses Naruto's shoulder, wet and bare as it is, and Naruto does not budge. The flowers crinkle between them as the gap shifts closed, Sasuke's lips roaming sun-kissed skin.
Naruto hums once he's caught on, but pretends not to notice Sasuke's intentions. He can't behave so obliviously once Sasuke has met their lips. The hand cradling him is joined by the other in his hair, a thumb over his cheek. Naruto pets beneath his Rinnegan as their tongues roll against each other briefly, igniting a new blaze in Sasuke's abdomen. He lets out a breath into Naruto's mouth and the jinchuriki laps it up smiling, huffing.
The idiot's stamina is unmatched, so by the time Sasuke is panting and needs to break, Naruto seems entirely unfazed despite red, wet lips on a cocky grin.
"Fuck-" Sasuke's forehead falls back to the other's shoulder. "I want..."
"Mmm..." He can hear the annoying, shit-eating grin on the blonde's face. One hand finds Sasuke's hip and it's a bright flash of everything even through layers of fabric. "What do you want, Sasuke...?"
Sasuke makes an irritated noise caught somewhere between a scoff and a hiss. He hugs the bouquet tighter. Petals pool at their feet. "You. Moron."
Naruto chuckles. This time it's sultry, thick. Sasuke's heart thumps in his throat. "Oh yeah?" His voice is low, gravelly, teasing. He squeezes Sasuke's hip.
Sasuke's cock throbs between them. He swallows again, eyes closed, buried in Naruto's shoulder. "Fuck you..." He's betrayed by his breathlessness.
Naruto kisses the side of his head. "Bedroom, yeah?"
Sasuke manages to nod, and Naruto only moves after he has.
The hallway is long. His face is red and his expression brightens shyly as Naruto drops the towel in the threshold of the bedroom. He's beaming and Sasuke kind of wants to smack the look off him as they climb into bed.
It's not until he's sitting in Naruto's lap that he realizes he's still cradling the bouquet against his shoulder.
Unceremoniously, Sasuke gives the ensemble a few hard shakes. Naruto, propped up on his elbows, watches as purple and white petals and bulbs flutter down upon him. His grin doesn't falter, his blue eyes shining in the morning glow cast through the window, locked on Sasuke through the last of the drifting rain.
His hands find Sasuke's hips as Sasuke finds Naruto's mouth again, the bouquet discarded sidelong. Sasuke's hand cups Naruto's jaw, like he might be an anchor, a tether, red string of fate. Bound.
Sasuke's mind fizzles as their lips move together. Hungry but slow, Naruto outpaces him once again with the steady rhythm of his lips, his tongue. Sasuke breathes hard, parting their chins to meet their foreheads. He closes his eyes, drawing in vibrant breaths.
"You're so pretty when you're on top of me," Naruto lilts dreamily. Sasuke opens his eyes to find the ninja staring at him openly, unafraid of drinking him in. All of him.
Sasuke's cheeks turn a little red, but he snorts a half-friendly laugh as he eases back. "You're such a liar."
"I've never lied to you, Sasuke."
The blunt warmth in the statement turns Sasuke cold. An icepick through his sternum. He swallows, suddenly stiff.
Naruto's hands are electricity in their wake as he searches beneath the black cape. Sasuke curses the layers between, and curses his cock for still begging, trapped in his trousers.
"Just shut up and fuck me."
"Take your clothes off first, yeah?"
"You take them off."
"Oh, I have to do all the work?"
Sasuke's downturned eyebrows and cold hard glare are betrayed by the playful smile suddenly tugging at his lips. "Please." It is spoken as a demand, not a plea.
In a moment, they've traded places. Sasuke's heart hammers against its cage at how absurdly easy it is for the other, despite being only slightly larger. Laying in a bed of purple and white petals, a bulb tucked into the crook of his shoulder, Sasuke blinks slowly up at Naruto as he undoes the clasp of the black cape. His fingers are deft, gentle but stern, and he leaves kisses in place of each article he removes.
Once Naruto has helped Sasuke shed his clothes, sufficiently kissed all over, the Uchiha is panting and impatient in the middle of the bed. Naruto is between his legs, the pale limbs hanging over tan thighs. His heels touch at Naruto's naked rear. Naruto's cock sits heavy on top of his own. He tries not to feel a swell of embarrassment as Naruto's girth swallows Sasuke's pretty pink cock, the weight of his balls perversely noticeable on his own. There's a slight, wet rut between them as Naruto focuses new kisses on Sasuke's face. He kisses the corner of his mouth, his jaw, his temple, his eyebrow. His lips settle on the bridge of his nose as Sasuke whines, hips aching upward.
"Naruto..." His voice is warning, if not desperate. Hands are flush with his muscles, searching and fascinated. His own hand lies over the nape of blonde, fingers curled in short locks.
"Sasuke." His voice is soft yet hoarse, a whisper on the cuff of Sasuke's ear. It sends shivers through the tendrils of his nerves and veins, wrapping around the base of his cock. He scratches at Naruto's scalp, draws him into another kiss. As their tongues lap long, Sasuke can't help but think of the pain they've inflicted on each other. Funny how a hand through his shoulder has turned to fingers trailing over a jaw, hungry to touch and be touched. They cradle each other and it's sick and sweet, enough to fill Sasuke's throat with bile.
He doesn't mean to let it spill.
"Hurt me."
Naruto stills. Sasuke does, too. Afraid he's fucked up, afraid to move, he waits for Naruto to say anything. His heart sinks when it's a soft voice, no more than his name. "Sasuke..."
"N-" His voice cracks and he berates himself inwardly, eyes closing under a stiffening brow. "No, not like that-"
"Then how?"
Two-toned eyes part to find an earnest expression, blue eyes gently upon his cold, nervous gaze. Sasuke is impressed by his willingness to listen— Perhaps that's all the idiot has ever done, is listen, and understand, and withhold judgement and jurisdiction. The Uchiha softens, turning his cheek into the wrist at the side of his head, realizing Naruto has planted his hand on the mattress adjacent. He holds Naruto's bright gaze with some ounce of darkness. "Choke me."
A beat.
Sasuke can see Naruto's throat bob with a swallow. Their hearts beat like drums together in tandem.
It starts slow and cautious, a palm over his apple and slight pressure to the sides of his throat. It takes away his breath, and Naruto steals any wisps of air left from him by sealing their lips. His tongue is dutiful, even as Sasuke fails to keep up, a gentle hand now a tight grasp on Naruto's shoulder to keep him steady. He whimpers, something exploding in rivulets through his body. Naruto squeezes a little tighter and Sasuke can feel his hard, fat cock against his ass and it sends him into a dizzied frenzy, head reeling.
His mind is turning foggy, speckled black and orange, by the time he gives two succinct taps to Naruto's shoulder. Without needing to be told what it means, Naruto unravels his grip, moves to kiss the corner of Sasuke's mouth, his cheek, jaw, hairline as Sasuke draws in a few ragged breaths. The world is fuzzy, pinpricks of sensation eroding his skin. His aching cock leaks against his stomach and he swears he could orgasm just from that.
"Fuck-" Sasuke is breathless, as always.
"Good?"
"Again-"
"Slow down," Naruto soothes, kissing him once, twice on the lips, three times on the corner. "Catch your breath."
To make some sort of crude point, Sasuke kisses him hard as he adjusts his hips, finding the head of Naruto's length with a rut. Naruto grunts, falls into him a bit, forearms on the mattress as Sasuke moves his hips up into him. He can feel his cock in obscene slicking between his cheeks and it's intoxicating if not a little gross. He's stopped by a firm hand grabbing his hip, pressing him down into the mattress. Sasuke blinks. So strong.
But his laugh is light against Sasuke's cheek. "Hey, that kinda hurts, ya know?"
"Sorry..."
"Sh, it's okay, you're just eager to have me inside you. That's hot-"
"Idiot!" Sasuke pushes at his shoulder roughly, but Naruto teeters on another warm laugh as he obliges backwards, sitting on his heels, Sasuke's legs still cradled around his hips. His cock bounces up to touch the sigil on his naval briefly and Sasuke has to pretend not to have seen. The pressure on his hips keeping him pinned to the bed eases, but does not detach. "You're filthy-"
"I can be filthier." Naruto is grinning as he takes his impressive endowment into his other hand. Sasuke's face is turning pink as he watches the vulgar gesture. Naruto's chin touches his chest as he lets a fat lob of spit string from his lips to the fluid motion, sending the Uchiha's hand to cover his only darkening face.
"Naruto!"
The blonde giggles mischievously as he eases back down into his lover, trailing kisses over his chest as he strokes at his cock, the head sudden and wet between Sasuke's legs. He squeezes Sasuke's hip with his other. "Do you still want me to fuck you?" The words are spoken with such sanguine fervent Sasuke almost forgets the world around them. Everything except him falls away. For a moment, there is no past or present. There never is here. He squeezes his thighs around Naruto's hips, hiding still behind his hand.
"Yes."
More spit. Sasuke watches through his fingers but cannot see as Naruto intrudes to the first knuckle. Nothing new, yet it always burns to his core. Sasuke sucks at his teeth, lets out a moan. Naruto eats it up like praise, his thumb drawing lovely circles in the skin stretched between Sasuke's hip and stomach, his hold still firm. Sasuke draws the hand from his eyes to slip over his mouth, stifling himself as a tan finger moves inside of him. Both hands feel like a burning brand on his skin and Sasuke wants more. His ass is totally off the mattress, mostly in Naruto's lap as he cranes over him, face in Sasuke's chest. He sucks a nipple onto his tongue and leaves a slight nip, pulling a sharp noise from the moonlight.
Letting his hand drip away from his face, Sasuke reaches out for the man before him and it's some cosmic joke that they've spent their whole lives like this, looking for each other, chasing one another around the world. Except now his fingers find him, solid and broad and warm and here. Shoulder, neck, his hand disappears into the hair at the back of his scalp, dewed with shower and sweat. He bites back another noise as Naruto adds another finger, working his hand in a methodic fashion that draws long, hollow breaths from Sasuke's stomach. He has to focus on that breathing, afraid of pathetic noises falling in tune.
Naruto forces them out with a third finger anyway. Sasuke's hips seize and Naruto presses him down into the bed gently, other hand failing to miss a beat. Sasuke's voice is a whine as he curses.
"Such a good boy for me," Naruto urges. Sasuke feels his insides melt away, leaving only an electric haze. He doesn't have the breath to bite back, instead only letting out a nasty growl, one that coaxes another favorable noise from the sunshine on top of him. Sasuke huffs, rolling his eyes before he squeezes them shut, teeth in his bottom lip as Naruto's fingers spread and stretch him from the inside. He doesn't know how his hand has ended up in his own hair, but he thinks it's the only thing keeping him from boiling over the top.
For a while, this is enough. After a while, Sasuke is panting and considering begging but instead all that comes out is, "Fuck, Naruto, you asshole-" And Naruto kisses him to shut him up as he pulls his hand free, subtly wiping it across the sheets before pushing pale thighs apart, fists finding the back of Sasuke's knees to adjust him properly as he pulls slightly away.
"Are you okay?"
Sasuke wants to bark at him, but instead he sighs and settles against the mattress, eyes wet and glittering as he looks up from beneath his dark lashes at the man hovering above. "Please."
Naruto smirks. "You didn't answer my question." His hand not wrapped behind a knee finds his own cock to line him up with Sasuke. His eyes are trained on the two-toned even as he kisses his knee, a look of patient concern on his face, mostly masked by lust and excitement. "Are you okay?"
For a moment, Sasuke doesn't answer. When Naruto doesn't falter, when his expression does not change, Sasuke lets out a breath. His hand finds Naruto's face, eases him down into a kiss. Against his lips, Sasuke breathes a sincere answer, eyes fluttering shut. "I'm okay when it's with you."
Naruto seals the kiss in the same moment that he fills Sasuke with only the head of his cock. It's not enough. In the same motion, the legs wrapped around Naruto's hips pull him in, sheathing him fully. It chokes a pretty noise out of one of them that the other growls and laps up, kissing deeper and deeper as he sinks as far down into the other as he can.
"Ah-" Sasuke gasps as he breaks the kiss to shove his face into Naruto's chest. On top of him, weight on his knees and one arm at Sasuke's head, Naruto cradles him quietly, palm at the back of his skull. "D-! Don't move, hah, Naruto-"
"Tell me when you're ready," Naruto says into his temple, kisses trailing his words.
Adjusting to the sensation, trembling from his hips down, Sauke hangs onto Naruto as the burning, intrusive pain turns to a vibrant pleasure. Naruto is patient, tender as he leaves kisses across Sasuke's face. He kisses his neck, hands moving over his body. His fingers tweak a nipple as he nips at collar bone and Sasuke can feel him pulse inside his tight walls, his own cock aching.
"Please touch me," Sasuke says softly.
The hands already touching him find his cock, one stroking him as the other massages his weight. It doesn't take much; the cock buried against his sweetspot and the calloused hands on him pull ropes of white over his stomach, pearls dotting his chest. Despite how noisy he always is during, his orgasms are quiet and harsh; he bites back a whine, bright hot white filling every inch of his being, all emptied against his skin. It is fleeting, and he takes a moment to breathe as the world comes back to him. Naruto still hasn't moved, but Sasuke can feel the way he aches inside him.
"-pretty when you cum," Naruto is saying. Sasuke inhales as the words fall on his brow alongside the kisses Naruto is planting there.
Ignoring him, Sasuke kisses him back on the mouth. He wiggles his hips a little. "You can move now."
"Hn?" Naruto nuzzles at his ear with his nose and Sasuke can hear a faint chuckle there. Cocky. Bastard. "You don't want me to clean you up first?"
"I want you to cum on me, too."
Naruto's face turns red and he's grinning sheepishly. "Who's the filthy one now?"
"Fuck me." Sasuke scoffs. "Coward."
Crushing their mouths together as he starts to move draws the breath from Sasuke again and it reminds him how breathless he can be, so he takes Naruto's gentle hand and places it back upon his throat. Fingers curled around his wrist, he forces the weight into the front of his throat and there's a bite that hadn't been there before. It snaps across his forehead, a strange sensation threatening to twitch his cock back to life.
Instead of choking him again, Naruto only keeps his hand there firmly as he kisses Sasuke's face sweetly, thrusting long and fast into his quivering walls. It's perhaps even more dizzying- infuriating- on the edge of relief. The wet on his stomach and chest is turning cold fast and the obscenity stirs in his abdomen, near painful now.
"I love you, I love you, Sasuke, Sasuke," Naruto is gasping under his breath in Sasuke's ear, his grip on a slender white throat tautening inadvertently. A broken heart shatters again and again and he can't breathe, vision turning white, as Naruto fucks him with the passion of someone in love.
Tears prick at the corners of Sasuke's eyes. He hugs at Naruto's neck, pulling him down, smothering both their chests in the cold wet he spilled just moments ago. No more talk of love, the silence is filled now with stifled grunts and whines as they kiss until Naruto's hips are stuttering. The hand around his throat disappears and Sasuke exhales hard against Naruto's teeth.
"Sasuke-" But Sasuke can't hear over the waves crashing through him, biting and intense. His cock is trapped between them against his stomach, bright and leaking. It hurts. Sasuke chokes on a pitiful cry. Naruto keeps rambling in his ear, arms snaking around his waist to hold him close.
Regaining some sense of self just as Naruto is nearing climax, ragged and harsh, Sasuke pets his back in a juxtaposing slowness and coos over the rambling, taking his turn to murmur into his lover's ear. "Make me yours." His voice, laced with the whines of being thrust into, is otherwise steady and low, nearly breathless. "I want to be yours."
"Shit-" Naruto struggles to pull his cock out in time, one hand in the sheets by Sasuke's hips now as he clambers onto his knees, his other hand aiming his weight over Sasuke's stomach. The sticky glean there welcomes new lengths of pearlescence.
Running a hand through his black locks, Sasuke stares up at the ceiling for only a second before Naruto dismounts.
Though it shouldn't, the sudden absence feels like abandonment. Trying to ignore the pathetic way his heart hurts for a moment, Sasuke props up on his elbow and is immediately relieved to find Naruto returning quickly with the towel he'd discarded earlier.
"Don't touch me with that-!" Sasuke barks, bringing up a knee to fend off the approaching dumbass.
Naruto is grinning as he climbs back onto the bed before him, knocking the offending knee away easily. "Shut up, let me take care of you."
Pouting, glowering, Sasuke's arm binds his chest as Naruto begins wiping away the evidence of their intimacy. Sure that those blue eyes are locked on their task, Sasuke lets his brow soften, a warm fuzzy kind of feeling mending his heart.
It's nice. To be doted on. Sasuke settles into the mattress, black hair fanned out beneath him. He doesn't offer anymore resistance, even as Naruto uses a new corner of the damp towel to massage his endowment clean. He closes his eyes, face red, until the act is done.
His lids part to watch as Naruto cleans himself off, which doesn't take nearly as much effort considering he's not the one covered in both their gunk, and chuck the towel into the bin on the other side of the room before rejoining him on the bed.
Sasuke doesn't realize he's been staring so intently until Naruto smirks at him.
"What?"
"Like what you see?"
"Tch." Sasuke sucks his teeth. "Don't be so full of yourself, loser."
Naruto is beaming and grinning as he wraps his arms around Sasuke's waist. "Don't tell me I fucked all that grump out of you!" Sasuke pushes him away, but they're attached at the hips even as Sasuke rolls away onto his side while calling him a few dirty names. Naruto keeps laughing, even as he slides in to spoon Sasuke flush, resting his chin between the crook of his neck, arm coiling around his waist. The flower petals scattered beneath them nest them prettily as they lay naked together, Naruto's breath and snickers in Sasuke's ear.
For a little bit, Sasuke is allowed to feel content. Naruto's bare chest against his naked back, his rear slotted in his lap, their legs tangled. He lays his remaining arm over Naruto's real one, reveling in the warmth across his stomach. The touch. To touch, and be touched.
The warmth is almost too much. To touch the sun is to burn.
Sasuke is glad to bear the scars.