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It had been years since Sasuke had been back to Konoha. He’d thought that he’d left the village, and all of those nagging, grief-stricken memories behind him. Truth was, though, that he still relied on Kakashi being the kind of Hokage that would send him on missions to earn enough money that he could survive. It wasn’t often, but occasionally Sasuke would receive a scroll with a new mission written on it in a clear-cut, concise message. It was the norm. Sasuke had chosen that as he sort of life. He had so much to atone for, so much to do to live up to his own opinion of the memory of his brother.
But he would not go back to Konoha. Would never again become a Ninja from the Village Hidden in the Leaves. He hated everything, an everyone, who had toyed with his once-innocent brother and had left him drowning in hatred and grief his whole life. He owed them nothing. He would be satisfied living out his life bouncing between small, unnamed villages, with his cloak heavy on his head, and the one arm he still had, always at the ready by his side.
On days when the pain in the place his other arm had disintegrated, Sasuke found himself thinking of the only thing he actually did find himself longing for from his past.
Naruto
The only person he’d ever been close enough to understand him. He had countless memories of the stupid, stupid blond boy. Memories from his childhood of sparring and arguing over such inconsequential things. Jealousy over how quickly Naruto could learn new jutsu, especially since he didn’t have the benefit of the Sharingan. Frustration that he could just never seem to put his emotions into a physical form the way Naruto seemed to do so easily.
And then loss. Leaving Konoha, Naruto chasing him, breaking their bond.
Three years, even longer, without seeing him a single time. But of course, Naruto had never given up on Sasuke, and so there had been their meeting. Sasuke trying to break the bond he’d thought he’d thought he’d destroyed over and over again, but Naruto never, ever letting him be free.
Sasuke realized, now, that he’d never be free. Honestly, though it had taken over ten years to admit to himself, he didn’t want to be free.
How many times had they fought, stalemates, only for Naruto to come after him again and again?
And then, one last battle, one last chance to break the bond, to finally, finally, be free of his last strand of dependence on another person to make him happy. And another stalemate.
They’d lain there, bleeding so much, there had been so much blood, and Naruto had talked the whole time. Told Sasuke about his life in Konoha, the life he’d been so sure was over. Sasuke had ached at the words, guilt (not for the first time) tinging the ends of his consciousness.
He’d wanted to give up, to let the darkness carry him away to his death, but then Naruto had murmured, blurrily and almost too quiet to hear (but when it came to Naruto, Sasuke would always be listening): “But I love you, asshole. You can’t die without knowing that. You can’t die without me. Can’t ever go anywhere without me ever again.” And Sasuke’s world had filled with a light, a hope that he’d never allowed himself to feel.
Then, Sakura and Kakashi had arrived to take them back to Konoha, Sasuke with what seemed like a desperate reason to cling to life. Naruto. Naruto.
But when he’d woken up from the coma, they’d placed him in, to heal him, Naruto had been nowhere to be found. He’d thought—for a moment, in the amber skies of the Valley of the End, he’d thought that for once he’d found a reason to live, to survive.
It hadn’t been like that, though. Because Naruto hadn’t been there. He’d been dispatched back to Tsunade’s care. He was having a new arm made for him. Sasuke chose not to. He wanted the pain, the memory of what it was to lose the last thing that he’d had.
And a reason to remember the words Naruto had whispered to him. He’d left the village immediately. A year later, he’d heard rumours that Naruto had married the Hyuuga princess, and Sasuke had gone into something of a spiral.
He must’ve imagined Naruto’s words. Naruto’s intense desire to save him. It wasn’t because he was somehow special, it was because he represented Naruto’s past. And now Naruto was moving into the future.
Sasuke lived in the past. The past of arguments, laughter, bonds.
He hated Naruto. He hated him in a way that made his entire body scream in pain. And yet--
On days when the stump of where his arm should’ve been, he heard I love you, asshole over and over again; like a knife in his chest. Why did he care? Sasuke didn’t even know how to love anyone, so it wasn’t like he reciprocated Naruto’s feelings. Or the feelings Naruto had had before they’d gone their separate ways.
Fuck. He hated that ramen eating moron.
Except for when he didn’t.
It was raining out, and Sasuke was resting his weary body in a cave near a rotted out old group of trees. He hadn’t had money for food in quite some time now. Kakashi having seemingly either forgotten about him, or Sasuke had been so out of reach of even the Hokage that he couldn’t get a message to him. He had a handful of food pills left.
They were disgusting, but they made the ache in his stomach lessen enough so that, for a few hours at least, he could focus on other things.
It came as a surprise, then, as he had begun to doze, that when a bird landed on the ground of the cold, damp cave with a message tied to its foot. Blinking blearily at it, Sasuke took the message from its leg and watched as it flew away. It hadn’t even waited for his return correspondence. Did that mean that Kakashi had sent him on his last mission?
Surely, he’d gone without food for longer than this, before, but since the end of the war, he’d been brandished a dangerous and wild criminal who must be apprehended upon first sight. Still, something in him felt loose at the thought that this might be the last part of him that was connected to the village he’d called home for so long.
Trying to not pat a lick of attention to that obvious fact, Sasuke unrolled the scroll and let his sharp gaze absorb the messier-than-usual writing there.
It was… a summons? What the hell could Kakashi need him in the village for? He’d never had to actually go there intentionally before. Something in his stomach rolled with nausea and he wondered if he could actually step foot in the village without vomiting or having a panic attack.
He didn’t belong in that world anymore.
“Fucking hell,” he grunted as he pulled his cloak back over his shoulders, and over his head, and headed out of the cave. He’d better follow the orders or who knew what the consequences would be. His mind instinctually thought of Kakashi sending Naruto out to find him, and he felt even more sick. Naruto wouldn’t—he didn’t even know what the dumbass was like anymore. They’d drifted apart, no longer sharing the bond that had once saved the world. Naruto would never leave the village just for the sake of dragging Sasuke back. He’d learned his lesson.
He headed into the wet darkness and leapt from tree to tree, following and trusting his instinct to bring him back home. Home? No. Back to Konoha.
It took Sasuke five days of non-stop travel before he found himself just outside the large, once meaningful, gates of the Village. He clutched his robe more tightly around his body with his only hand. Almost like it could protect him from the wash of—well, emotion, that came over him. He had gooseflesh on his arm, and his eyes shifted into the lazy roll of his regular Sharingan as he looked around for guards. It made sense to Konoha, he supposed, to have a weaker looking defense in the time of peace. They were home to the victors of the Great Shinobi War, after all. Too great a show of defense might alarm other nations.
Sasuke was almost alarmed by how easily he was able to enter the village. The streets and buildings were alive with the bustling of villagers walking through the streets. It was obvious that they were still re-building from the fight with Pain, but it didn’t look anything like it had the last time he’d been there. Sasuke hid in the shadows, leaping from rooftop to rooftop as he headed towards the hokage tower. He kept his chakra low, even, unthreatening.
The time it took him to arrive at the tower was less than he had thought, and he found himself uncharacteristically sweaty and hands trembling as he walked up the stairs of the tower. Kakashi was going to tell him that he was no longer welcome to be a part of the Kohonagakure. He was truly going to be a rogue nin in a way that he had never really understood before. No home to go back to, even if he wanted. Even if, somehow, Naruto convinced him.
Not that Naruto still thought about him. And not that Sasuke cared.
Shikamaru was sitting at a desk just outside the door to Kakashi’s office. He looked… well. Bored. As usual. Though there was a hint of surprise in his dark eyes. “Sasuke,” he greeted him slowly, drawling out Sasuke’s name. “Here to see the hokage?”
“Obviously,” Sasuke sneered, finding it all too easy to fall back into his old ways of indifference to annoyance at the ninja in this godforsaken village.
“Ah,” Shikamaru hummed, relaxing a little in his seat. “I think he’s in there. It’s his nap time.”
Sasuke’s expression twisted into disbelief. “Napping?” he sputtered, not really understanding. Certainly, Kakashi was irresponsible, but even for him that was a lot.
Shrugging, Shikamaru gestured for Sasuke to go into the room. “See for yourself.”
Sasuke huffed a breath of annoyance and pushed open the door. The first thing he noticed was the desk full of stacks of papers. He couldn’t even see his old teacher; they were so high. He let the door slam closed behind him before taking another step into the room.
“Hey!” he said loudly.
There was a loud crash, and every paper went flying out from the top of the desk in a chaotic blur, raining down on the floor. From behind the desk was a sight Sasuke hadn’t been expecting. Naruto, sitting straight up, blue eyes wide and glazed over like he’d just woken up but also somehow alert as he scanned the room.
“Sasuke!” he said loudly, both hands coming up to grip the edge of the table as he stood up quickly. It was too much, too much, too much.
Sasuke wanted to hide. He wanted to run. But he couldn’t now that Naruto had seen him. He had his Uchiha pride, and also, he wanted—it was good to see Naruto. His hair was ridiculously shorter, there was a little bit curling under his ears, and he was darker, more tanned. He had a bandaged arm in the same place where Sasuke was missing his. His lips were a little thinner, and he had little wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. He looked… different, but the same, and something hysterical was bubbling in Sasuke’s stomach, and up his throat. “N—Naruto,” he said slowly, carefully feeling the way the name formed through his lips, as though it were precious. Fucking hell. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Naruto blinked, looking mildly confused. “Isn’t it obvious?” Sasuke scowled, his brows furrowing in an annoyingly familiar way. “Obviously not,” he pointed out. Naruto grinned. Somehow it was familiar and so, so different at the same time. Sasuke wanted to puke. Right there. He felt bile in his mouth and swallowed it.
Naruto moved out from behind the desk, stretching his long, muscular limbs. He looked—really good. Sasuke was perturbed by that. How could he have looked so happy, so good, when Sasuke was thin and weakened from staying away? Hadn’t he missed him at all? Sasuke had bags under his eyes from not sleeping enough.
“I’m hokage now,” Naruto said, though the excitement he’d had a moment earlier seemed to be waning.
Sasuke nodded awkwardly. “Good for you, idiot. Apparently Konoha isn’t as dumb as I thought.”
Naruto smiled, taking a step forward. Sasuke wanted to take a step back, to put that space back between them. Even villages apart hadn’t been enough to quell Sasuke’s feelings for Naruto, a few steps certainly wouldn’t be enough. The smile on Naruto’s face was warm, open, honest. Sasuke felt the bile in his mouth again.
“Thanks, asshole,” Naruto chirped, though there was no heat behind his words. He took Sasuke in, blue gaze disturbingly thorough as he looked him up and down. “Dude, you look horrible.”
The hysterics building inside of Sasuke escaped him in a huffy laugh. “Thanks. I don’t have the leisure of fattening up like you have.”
Naruto looked offended, and maybe a little relieved at Sasuke’s expression. Sasuke wondered what he was seeing there. “I’m not fat!” Naruto argued, taking another step. “I eat a lot of ramen, sure, but that’s good for you.”
Sasuke shook his head in disbelief. He was killing himself, and Naruto was eating ramen. What had the world come to. “Why did you summon me?” he asked sharply, desperate already to leave.
Naruto frowned. “Down to business right away? You really are the buzzkill I remember. Let me at least order us something to eat. You’re too skinny.”
Sasuke felt his ears turn pink. He didn’t care what Naruto thought of him. It wasn’t like—he’d thought maybe, at one point, but that had been a long time ago. For all he cared, now Naruto could find him repulsive. It would probably help to extinguish the aching happy, hopeful feeling in his chest. “Whatever, dipshit,” he muttered as he walked, purposefully around Naruto, and sat down on the chair opposite the Hokage’s seat at the desk. If he tore a few of the papers, or crumpled them to little bits, as he walked on them. Oh, well. It was Naruto’s problem.
Naruto popped his head out of the office and said something he couldn’t hear to Shikamaru whose drawl was obviously annoyed.
There was the sound of more papers ripping and crumpling as Naruto stepped on them to come and sit across from Sasuke. “Your food will be here in five minutes. That’ll give me time to wake up before we get into the nittgritty.”
“What the fuck is nitty-gritty?” Sasuke hissed.
Naruto winked at him and made the hand seal for his standard kage bunshin clones. Sasuke sat in silence as the clones worked to clean up the papers and stack them on the floor beside the desk. Of course, he was using clones. Fucking lazy as hell. Sasuke hated him so much he couldn’t stand it.
He loved him even more than that, though. It was torture to see him. He thought about shooting a glance lower to see if he was still wearing his wedding ring, but even Sasuke didn’t hate himself that much. He just couldn’t stand what it was doing to him to be in this room, alone, with Naruto. After all this time. He looked the same but different, acted the same, but different. It was so confusing. He wanted—he wanted things he wasn’t allowed to have.
True to his word, Shikamaru was bringing food into them within five minutes. How he’d gotten any food to him that fast, Sasuke didn’t know, but it seemed like the people in the village were making their, what he hoped was new, Hokage happy.
Honestly, Sasuke had been expecting ramen. Which was disgusting, but that he would have swallowed down desperately, probably embarrassingly quick. He hadn’t had any ramen in so many years. It brought back the memories of sitting beside Naruto carefree as much as was possible in his life, after a night of sparring and arguing. He didn’t want to think about that. He didn’t want to reminisce. He just wanted to eat, find out what the hell Naruto needed him to do, and leave.
When he unwrapped the food, he was surprised to find a sandwich there. A sandwich with what smelled, and looked, like it had the juiciest tomatoes on it that Sasuke had ever seen. Had Naruto remembered his favourite food somehow? After all this time?
He shot the blond a quizzical look and lifted the sandwich to his mouth to take a bite. The flavour almost exploded on his taste-starved tongue as the taste he’d always associated with Konoha tomatoes flooded his mouth. Nowhere had as fresh, ripe, delicious, tomatoes as Konoha.
And Naruto was watching him eat, which was weird, creepy, and inexplicably inappropriate. Sasuke had trained with Orochimaru. He knew what was inappropriate.
“Don’t watch me eat, you freak,” Sasuke grumbled after swallowing that first, perfect bite.
Naruto’s cheeks went a little pink. “I was just—it’s been a long time since you’ve been in the village. I missed you.”
Sasuke took a second bite. At Naruto’s words, even the tomato tasted like ash on his lips. “You have a weird way of showing it,” Sasuke said darkly, putting the sandwich down.
Naruto’s expression tightened. “Kakashi wouldn’t tell me where you were, or even if you were alive! I hate him a little for that, but I’m hokage now. I’m in charge, and I’m going to take care of you!”
Sasuke’s scowl darkened, and he pushed the sandwich away, much to the dismay of his grumbling stomach. Which Naruto probably heard, but Sasuke didn’t care. “You promised me that once before,” he stated coolly.
Naruto’s flush darkened and he looked… uncomfortable. “In the Valley,” he agreed.
Sasuke looked down at his hands, hating Naruto again, as he had many times over the last few years. “Yes. When we thought—”
Naruto’s lips tightened and he looked away. “When I told you about my feelings.”
It was Sasuke’s turn to turn red. “Yes.”
Naruto sighed. “I remember. I remember telling you that I--- y’know, and then you didn’t say it back. Then we were being healed and no one would let me see you, and then you were just—gone.”
Sasuke’s expression went sourer than the taste in his mouth. “And then you got married,” he pointed out, trying to keep his tone even to hide his anger, resentment, grief.
Naruto’s gaze shot back to Sasuke. “Well, yeah. You didn’t love me and she did. What else was I going to do? Everyone in the village expected me to settle down.”
But Sasuke’s ears had only heard part of that. “I… didn’t love you?” he asked incredulously.
Naruto blinked at the tone in Sasuke’s voice. “You left.”
Sasuke shook his head. “I lived for you.” His tone was angry now. “I came back to the village that turned my brother into a murderer, who tried to have me killed, who stole everything, eventually even you, away. And you think that I didn’t love you?”
Naruto shoved himself into a standing position. “The village didn’t send you away!” he argued. Naruto looked dishevelled, confused, broken.
Sasuke pushed himself away from the desk. “This is stupid. I’m leaving. For good, this time.”
A shuriken flew past Sasuke’s ear, taking with it a piece of too-long hair, and wedging itself into the door. Sasuke was not surprised by Naruto’s outburst as much as he was by the act of violence, he had suspected that Naruto ought to have grown out of.
“Stop running away from me!” Naruto yelled.
He really didn’t need to yell, because before Sasuke could even turn around, he felt the fire of the kyuubi chakra licking at his body singeing the edges of his cloak. “I’m here now, if there’s something you want to say, then say it.”
Naruto grabbed Sasuke by his good arm and spun him around until they were face-to-face. Sasuke didn’t like that he was effectively pinned between Naruto’s broad chest and the door. He felt trapped.
Naruto leaned in, boxing him even closer to the door. “I—” he began before he leaned his head in and brushed his nose into the crook of Sasuke’s neck. They’d never been close like this. Stolen glances, pretty words, that was it.
But this did feel like the next logical step they would’ve taken had Sasuke not left the village and Naruto hadn’t gotten married to the first girl who smiled at him. Sasuke wanted to stop it, to push Naruto away, but he was so tired of fighting, for never allowing himself even a second of weakness. This was weakness, a distraction, too much of something that would ruin him,
And yet—
Sasuke tilted his head, allowing Naruto to brush his lips just under his ear. “Sasuke…” he whispered again. This time his tone sounded intimate. Like he was praying, and Sasuke’s name was his prayer.
He had to stop it, couldn’t continue to be too weak. But he just couldn’t. Naruto pulled back a little and Sasuke could see the question in his eyes, but he wasn’t going to respond. Naruto didn’t deserve an explanation. Instead, Sasuke wrapped his hand in Naruto’s shirt and yanked him in for a hungry, desperate, kiss.
This hadn’t been what Sasuke had planned to do if he ever saw Naruto again, but it was certainly a lot better feeling. Heat flooded his entire body, electric from where their mouths were joined. Sasuke had initiated the kiss, but Naruto took it over immediately. He tangled his good, and bandaged, hands in Sasuke’s hair and held him in place as he slid his tongue along the seam of Sasuke’s lips and then into his mouth.
Sasuke had never actually kissed anyone (unless one counted the accidental kisses he’d shared with Naruto in the past) in his life, but he was certain that if they all felt this way, there would be a whole lot more people doing it all the damn time. He felt like his skin was melting away, and that might’ve been because Naruto’s chakra was slipping into his body from every inch that they touched, healing cuts, bruises, making him feel full and content.
But Sasuke wasn’t content. He was on fire and he wanted more. He wanted all of Naruto that he could get. He was holding onto him like he was desperate for every touch.
Naruto pulled back from the kiss, is whiskers darker, deeper into his flesh, and his eyes bleeding red. Sasuke knew his own were spinning tomoes of the Sharingan, he could see the reflection of surprise on Naruto’s face.
Certainly, Sasuke had had sex before. He was a fully grown adult, and he’d gone through adolescence in, somewhat, the same way as everyone else. He’d woken up with a hard cock many times, and he’d found his pleasure with strangers in unusual places as he remained on the run. It was the only way to keep his bearings. If he’d had pent up sexual energies from dreams he may or may not have been having about his so-called best friend, he would have died in combat a long time ago.
The thing was… it had never felt like this. Even in his dreams. He’d never imagined that simply kissing Naruto—not that that had been a regular kiss—would have his cock straining in his pants, or that he’d be able to feel the outline of Naruto’s cock, hard, big, against his own hip.
Intimacy was what had been lacking in those other experiences. Sure, he could let anyone fuck him. They seemed glad to. He knew he wasn’t bad to look at. But Naruto was looking at him like… like he could actually see him, and how could that be possible when they’d not seen each other in so long?
“Sasuke, I….” Naruto began, and he was shaking a little bit. Sasuke could feel it where Naruto’s fingers held tight to the roots of his hair, tugging a little painfully, but in a way that Sasuke found grounded him.
“Don’t say anything, just—just fuck me. Please.” Sasuke said, loosening his grip on Naruto’s shirt to slid the only hand he had left (and fuck, this wouldn’t be easy, would’ve been so much better if they’d. done this as teenagers), to work the fastening of his pants.
Naruto’s orange/blue eyes slid closed at the touch before he leaned back in for another bruising kiss.
If Sasuke wasn’t careful… he could get used to this. It would be so easy. Already, he could feel Naruto’s hands sliding down from his hair to reverently unbutton Sasuke’s shirt, touching every piece of skin he could reach, pausing over scars and bruises, before skirting just above his pants. “What’s wrong with you, dumbass? Don’t you know how to take off pants?”
Naruto’s eyes flashed again. “Of course, I do, dickwad,” he argued, there was the heat Sasuke was looking for, as Naruto practically ripped the fastening of his pants off and shoved them down to his knees. “I’ve never fucked a guy before. It must be—it’s going to be—It should be you.”
Sasuke ignored the pang of sadness he felt in his chest as he slid his hand into Naruto’s pants, wrapping his fingers around a cock that had no business to be as big as it was. When had that happened? “It’s fine, I’ve done it loads of times.”
A growl from Naruto. “Don’t say that.”
Sasuke rolled his eyes, gasping softly when Naruto’s exploring fingers found the head of his cock and began to almost, almost too roughly slide his palm over the head. “Did you think I was a virgin?” he sneered. Naruto made another soft sound of anger. “Even Orochimaru—”
Sasuke didn’t get to finish his argument before Naruto was biting at his lips almost painfully, and thrusting his hips up into the loose hold Sasuke had on his cock. Okay, sharing time was apparently over.
Sasuke could feel Naruto’s heartbeat in his cock, and he ran his thumb along the vein on the underside. He would have very much liked to suck Naruto’s dick, just to see if he could make him scream, and if he could fit the whole thing in his mouth, but he wanted to feel all of Naruto so much more.
There was precome slipping from the slit on Naruto’s cock, and it was making it much easier to jerk him off, but it was also a little unnerving, because how could Naruto already be so into this? Of course, Sasuke was, he was starved for Naruto’s touch. But Naruto probably didn’t need to go village-to-village, finding safety before someone to fuck him.
No. Now was not the time for a pity party.
Sasuke untangled himself from Naruto after a soft, mean, tug of the little coarse hairs at the base of his cock, and Naruto groaned in confusion. “We need something slippery,” Sasuke said quietly, pushing them away from the door. “And I think this will be easier if we use the desk.”
Naruto’s eyes were a little glazed over, his cheeks pink, and his lips red and swollen from their kisses. Sasuke felt a swell of pride.
“Yeah,” Naruto blinked back blearily. “Yeah, the desk. I have some- some lotion in the drawer.”
Sasuke didn’t want to know why, or what the hell Naruto was doing in that chair. He kicked off his pants, and shrugged off his shirt. It occurred to him that he was naked, and Naruto was still dressed (his clothes were wrinkled, and the tip of his hard, red cock was poking out of his pants but he was still clothed) and it made Sasuke feel vulnerable. At the same time, he found it appropriate that at least one of them made more sense of this situation. Naruto was a fucking moron, and Sasuke needed him more than he needed air.
“Hurry up, dumbass,” he breathed as he stepped (around the papers this time) towards the desk and hopped up until he was perched precariously. “Do you want to, or not?”
Naruto was breathing so hard that his shoulders were going up and down, up and down. “Yeah. Fuck, Sasuke. You’re crazy.”
Sasuke rolled his eyes. “Bring me your dick right now.”
A huffed breath from Naruto, and he was there in an instant. Naruto shoved his own pants down a little, until they hugged his thighs just under his balls. Sasuke thought that that just made his cock look even bigger. But he wanted to feel it. He could feel his mouth water, his cock aching, and how empty he felt inside. “Get the lotion,” Sasuke ordered. It felt good to be in charge for once, even if his brain wasn’t really thinking ahead to what any of this would mean, after.
Naruto blinked in surprise, but acquiesced as he fumbled with the drawer and pulled out what looked like a very well used bottle of lotion. Not thinking about it, Sasuke reminded himself as Naruto came closer. “Get your fingers wet,” he said, voice shaking to his own ears, but probably crystal clear to Naruto’s.
Nodding, Naruto pumped two pumps of lotion onto his fingers, and stared back up at Sasuke. Who rolled his eyes and spread his legs. “One at a time.”
Naruto blinked. “Where?” he asked, hand trembling.
Sasuke rolled his eyes again, and took Naruto’s hand to guide it down, past his cock, beyond his balls, and right to the rim of his asshole. Eyes widening, Naruto pressed the tip of his finger against the rim. There was a little resistance, but it was easy enough to breach and Sasuke let out a breathy gasp. Even Naruto’s fingers were big. It felt like he was being electrocuted from the inside out.
The sound that escaped Naruto ought to have been criminal, because it had Sasuke’s cock oozing precome and sticking lewdly to his belly. He’d never been so turned on in his life.
“Sasuke,” Naruto gasped as his finger slid into Sasuke to his knuckle. Sasuke was determined not to come before Naruto had even put his dick in him, but he could already tell that it was going to be a hard-fought battle.
“Don’t go so slow, dipshit,” Sasuke breathed as he rocked his hips. “And touch my dick. You have two hands; I only have one.”
Naruto’s whole face was red, and Sasuke found that it was a really good look on him. Sasuke was holding himself up with his hand, keeping his balance on the edge of the desk. It wasn’t easy with Naruto’s weight pressing into him. “Wha—oh, yeah, sorry,” Naruto murmured sheepishly, and his bandaged hand wrapped around Sasuke’s cock, giving him the most unusually delicious feeling. It was soft, scratchy a little, but he found it was unique to Naruto, and he rather liked it.
“Better. Second finger now,” he ordered as he rolled his hips first down onto Naruto’s finger, and then up into the circle of his hand.
“But it’s too tight,” Naruto argued. He was being almost gentle, and it was pissing Sasuke off.
“I told you to fuck me, didn’t I? If I wanted someone to finger me to sleep, I’d do it myself.” Naruto’s face went impossible redder, but it had the expected result of Naruto pushing his second finger in.
Fuck. It was already like feeling a cock inside of him, Naruto’s hands were so damn big. He wanted more, more, more, but he knew he’d come if he rode those fingers like he so desperately wanted to.
“Sasuke, you should see this,” Naruto was babbling as he pushed his fingers deep, pulled them halfway out, and pushed them in again. Naruto sounded like he’d never seen anything like it, which was stupid because he’d probably fingered a hundred girls by now, but it still made a contented, proud feeling rush through Sasuke, straight to his cock. Which oozed a little more precoma, making it so sticky.
“No thanks,” he muttered as he rolled his hips, and accidentally pushed right into that spot. “F-fuck…!” he gasped, his whole-body jerking.
Naruto froze, yanking his fingers quickly out of Sasuke almost painfully quick. “I’m sorry!”
Sasuke made an uncomfortable sound when the fingers left him with a loud, lewd sound but it was probably for the best. He’d almost lost.
“It was good, dumbass,” Sasuke said, trembling. “But I’m ready now, you can fuck me.”
Naruto looked at his sticky hand, and then at Sasuke’s ass, in a way that made Sasuke squirm self-consciously. “Unless you don’t want to.”
Naruto blinked and shook his head, gaze shooting back up. “I want to!” he argued. “It’s just—it’s gonna hurt you.”
Sasuke felt a bubble of hysteria escape in the form of a laugh for the second time that day. Naruto was worried about hurting him? After all this time, the same stupid shit. “I can take it. I’m a ninja, remember? Pain is nothing, pain is the same as pleasure.”
Naruto looked like he wanted to argue, but something in Sasuke’s face set his resolve, and he gripped the base of his cock, pressing the head at Sasuke’s rim, and pushing in. He was so slow. So, so slow. Too slow. The burn filled Sasuke, but he didn’t think it was pain. It was so good. The stretch, the way he took Naruto until Naruto had no more to give him.
Just like when he had taken everything from him in the valley. He was good at taking everything Naruto had.
“F-fuck,” Naruto’s eyes were wide, wild, and burning red in the iris. Sasuke was pleased to see that Naruto wasn’t afraid to lose his cool with Sasuke. He was vulnerable and somehow so, so strong at the same time.
The chakra licked at him again when Naruto was pressed flush chest to chest with him. At some point, Sasuke had wrapped his legs around Naruto’s waist, and pulled him closer, giving him more space to slide into him, until he was balls deep. Sasuke could feel the heavy weight of them against the curve of his ass, and it was so fucking hot.
“I’ve never—been so deep,” Naruto was babbling again. And Sasuke didn’t know why he was surprised that, even in this, Naruto was noisy and opinionated.
“That’s because you didn’t wait for me,” Sasuke growled, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.
Naruto’s shocked gaze met his, before Sasuke closed his eyes and began to roll his hips. Naruto’s breath left him in a gust of air and he got the hint. For the first time ever, probably.
He was fucking Sasuke. Finally, finally fucking Sasuke. The way they should have been all along.
Sasuke was bitter, but he had his prize now. Naruto was fucking him hard enough that the desk was shaking and creaking beneath their weight. With each pull out, Sasuke could feel the ring of his rim tugging Naruto back in, begging him for more, and the sounds that escaped him were obvious telltale signs that he wanted it. Never before had sex felt like this. Like he could easily fall to pieces and die, and it would be okay, because he’d felt this good. Had finally, finally known what true pleasure was.
“My dick, Naruto. For—a—ah… Fuck’s sake…” Sasuke whined, arching his back as Naruto’s cock, filling him to the brim, slammed up against that sensitive place again, shooting electricity up his spine. It felt like the Chidori turned inwards, and he knew he wasn’t going to last long. Just had to last a little, a little bit longer.
“O-oh, yeah, sorry,” Naruto mumbled as that bandaged hand came to wrap around his cock again, stroking him with a purpose.
Sasuke was so lcose to the edge, that his toes were curling in his sandals. Naruto shoved forward and his body fell back onto the desk, spilling even more paperwork around the room. But neither of them paid it any mind. Sasuke was on his back, Naruto buried, and burning, inside of him, that hand twisting over the head of his cock, and he was coming before he even realized it. Naruto seemed almost as shocked as Sasuke was, as he arched back up off the desk, and came in string after string of come up his chest. He’d never felt so good in his whole life.
Naruto had frozen, shaking, watching Sasuke with wide, shocked eyes. “Should I…?” he began.
Sasuke tightened his body around Naruto, pulling him back in. “Fuck me ‘til you come,” he breathed as he used the desk to lift his hips a little higher, giving Naruto more room.
Naruto’s eyes went orange again and he was moving with a purpose, fucking a blissed-out Sasuke who was almost teetering on the edge of oversensitivity. Both of his hands, now, were hold Sasuke’s ass cheeks apart as he fucked him. Sasuke knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He pushed down and clenched around Naruto who let out a surprised yelp as he shook apart, and came inside of Sasuke, hot, messy, perfect.
“Keep moving, don’t stop,” Sasuke breathed as Naruto moved to pull out before Sasuke was damn well ready for him to do so. Naruto looked shocked, but nodded as he continued to fuck Sasuke as his cock began to soften, and come was slipping out of Sasuke and smearing all over the edge of the desk.
“I can’t—” Naruto apologized as he finally pulled out of Sasuke. He was looking at the mess that was Sasuke, naked and spread wide open, his hole slowly leaking the sticky white come, chest striped with it, and his soft cock laying against his thigh. Naruto had never seen anything better, and Sasuke didn’t have it in him to be self-conscious.
“You look really fucking good,” Naruto murmured.
“I know,” Sasuke replied.
Naruto looked in aghast at his bandaged hand. “How am I going to explain this?” he complained.
The tone of voice shattered Sasuke’s perfect illusion of Naruto, and he sat up with a wince. “I don’t care.”
Naruto sighed and looked down at Sasuke again. “I’m still in love with you.”
Sasuke bit down on the inside of his cheek. “You’re married.”
“It’s not the same,” Naruto said, sounding confused. “I’ve never—it’s not the same love.”
Sasuke snorted. “I know. You love me as a brother.”
Naruto scowled and shook his head. “It’s the opposite, asshole,” he muttered. “I think I love her as a sister. Or something. She looked kinda like you, y’know. It made it easier for a while.”
Sasuke drew in his breath. “Why did you call me here?”
“I’ve pardoned you,” Naruto said after a second. “As a war criminal against Konoha. I don’t know why Kakashi didn’t do it, but I’m not afraid of the elders the way I think he was.”
Sasuke was surprised. Though he didn’t know why he should be. “Why does that matter?”
Naruto licked his lips. “It’s gonna sound so self-serving now, but I want you to move back to the village.”
A wince from Sasuke as he pushed himself off of the desk. “Why would I do that?”
“Because, and now I’m sure, you love me.” Naruto said matter-of-factly. “I thought it was like a friendship or brotherly love before, but now I’m pretty sure it’s the way I love you.”
“You’re married,” Sasuke argued desperately.
“I don’t have to be,” Naruto said quietly. “I want—given the chance—”
Sasuke reached up with his hand and tugged Naruto in for a kiss. “This is a problem for when I’m wearing pants,” he said simply.
Naruto grinned widely. “I think we should test that theory again.”
Sasuke rolled his eyes. “Why are you like this?” He said to the ceiling.
Naruto laughed. “You love me.”
Sasuke looked at him, held his gaze, and said: “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”
He had a feeling his nights in cold, damp caves, days of not eating, and of finding half-hearted pleasure, were over. He had his happy ending. Finally.