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Soothing
I'll make you feel pure

Trust me
You can be sure

I want to reconcile the violence in your heart
I want to recognise your beauty's not just a mask
I want to exorcise the demons from your past
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart

Undisclosed Desires - Muse

Naruto was too focused on keeping the enemies at bay, shielding himself and his teammates from their strikes, to notice that one of them had slipped too close. The man lunged, trying to pin him down, but Naruto twisted away effortlessly, landing lightly on his feet… and straight into their trap. 
Another shinobi burst from the tree bark, attacking him with a kunai and almost scratching his neck. He dodged, spun, and rolled, barely evading the bunch of shuriken a third enemy had thrown at him.
He never felt the needle, when it pierced his arm in the heat of the moment. He did not realize he had been drugged until long after the battle, when one enemy had already been killed and other two had fled, with Kiba currently in their pursuit. 

They were regrouping, discussing their next move, when Naruto finally felt it: a strange warmth crawling from his left arm, spreading through his body like wildfire. He shrugged it off as the aftermath of the fight: nothing that a good Ichiraku’s bowl of ramen couldn’t fix. 
But after a few minutes, a hint of anxiety crept in: the heat wasn’t fading, if anything, it was getting worse. He felt as if he was standing under a scorching sun, even though it was late afternoon and all the light was quietly falling behind the hills. He opened up his zipper, hoping that the gentle breeze could help him out.

“... Do you agree?” Shikamaru’s voice cut through the haze.

Was he talking to him? He looked around and saw three other pairs of eyes looking at him, waiting for his answer. He heard a faint but very annoying buzz filling his head and slowing down his thoughts. That was strange, he did not remember being hit on the head during the confrontation. 

“Oi, are you listening?”

He nodded, trying to get rid of that irritating humming. The move not only did not work, but it also caused a wave of nausea and dizziness to wash over him. 

“Yeah, ‘course!” he tried to mask the growing discomfort with his usual smile. 

“So, do you agree with my strategy?” 

The noise was growing louder by the second, like a swarm of invisible insects flying inside his head, almost covering Shikamaru’s voice. 

Okay, this was definitely not his usual post-battle weariness: there was something wrong. He didn’t know how or when, but he was now fairly sure the enemies had injected him with a drug. Shit.
The heat was becoming almost unbearable and his heartbeat kept accelerating, adding to the cacophony that was already confusing him. He got up from the ground and opened his mouth to warn the others, but the only thing that came out was a strangled whine, and then everything went black. 

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Shikamaru was pounding on someone’s door and Naruto was currently slumped against his side, trying his best to stay upright - with no outstanding results. Pun barely intended.

He was burning up, the drug’s effects had only worsened during the trip back to the village. Now he was trembling too, and the sweat was disgustingly gluing his clothes to his skin.

He realized what kind of drug they’d use on him soon after regaining consciousness in the forest, and then spent half an hour struggling to convince Shikamaru that, no, it was nothing life-threatening; no, he didn’t need medical attention and absolutely no - he didn’t want a babysitter for the night. He managed to persuade him, at least about the first two points of discussion. However, Shikamaru was adamant about not leaving him alone for the night, no matter how hard (again, pun desperately not intended) Naruto had pleaded with him to just bring him home and leave him there. 

“Damn it, I’m coming! Give me a second!” came a familiar voice from inside.

Sasuke.

That was Sasuke’s voice. Sasuke’s door. Naruto blinked a couple of times, trying to process this information through the haziness that was still weighing on his mind. Shikamaru was banging on Sasuke’s door. Shit.

“Sh-Shikamaru,” he muttered, his voice cracking. “J-just take me home…”

He tried to beg once more, though he was perfectly aware that was useless: no one in their right mind would leave a drugged-up shinobi alone, especially after fainting mid-mission.

“Not a chance.” was the obvious reply Shikamaru gave him.

“But…”

The door opened. Sasuke stood there, wearing a simple t-shirt and a pair of shorts, glaring towards the source of all that noise. 

“Shikamaru, what - ” He stopped mid-sentence, when his gaze moved to Naruto and his expression changed instantly: confusion, then incredulity, and finally a tiny hint of worry. Naruto felt his heart slam forcefully against his throat. 

“Come in.” Sasuke invited them. “And explain.”

Stepping inside with Naruto, Shikamaru exhaled sharply. “Apparently the enemies drugged him during the fight,” he explained, rubbing the back of his neck. “And he, being the usual idiot, said nothing. Then he just collapsed.”

Naruto didn’t even try to correct him: he was now leaning heavily against the wall on the side of the door, desperate to find some relief on the cool surface. His skin felt on fire and all he wanted to do was to strip his clothes off and lie on the cold floor until his body stopped boiling.
Being brought here was the last thing he needed. He wanted to go home and take care of that situation with the intended privacy and isolation. What he certainly did not desire was to get stuck at his broody, sulking, indecently attractive teammate’s house. It was straight up torture: he only had one way to find some relief, but Sasuke would have punched directly to the afterlife if he ever tried touching himself in front of him.

Badum.

Heat pooled in between his legs and, as he felt his dick stirring in his pants, he started to slightly panic. That was not the right approach to avoid a gruesome death: he had to keep it cool, at least until he could figure out how to reach his apartment. 

“Why’d you bring him here?” Sasuke snapped. “He should be at the hospital!”

“Because he told us there’s no need. Said he just needed to rest. But I can’t leave him alone like this. Look at him!” 

Naruto kept his eyes firmly glued on the floor, resolved not to cross them with anyone in that room - especially him - but he could feel Sasuke’s gaze piercing through his brain, stripping him bare without even touching him.

Badum.

No. No, no, no. No one’s undressing anyone. He had to stop thinking about any lack of clothes. His or anyone else's.
He just needed to survive another five minutes: Shikamaru would have left and he would have convinced Sasuke to let him go home. He just needed to breathe deeply and concentrate and everything would have been fi-

“You need to lie down,” Sasuke said, moving unbearably close to him. Apparently, Shikamaru had left already and he did not even realize it. Naruto felt the space between them shrink abruptly, and all of a sudden the air seemed thicker, almost buzzing with electricity. 
He tried to straighten up, pretending he wasn’t swaying on his feet, but his body refused to cooperate. His knees gave in slightly, and Sasuke promptly grabbed him by the waist, steading him.

“You okay?” 

That voice slid down his spine like static, travelled to every cell of his body, lighting him up like a chidori. His heart was still hammering against his throat, loud enough that he swore Sasuke could hear it. 

“Your body’s really warm.”

Badum. 

Even with that loud buzzing, Sasuke’s words teared into him like a fucking knife with melting butter.
Naruto tried to push back, to put as much distance between them as he could muster. Which, in his current condition, meant barely a couple of meters. 

“S-s-stay away!” he stuttered, his voice cracking at the end.

But without Sasuke’s assistance, he could hardly stand upright, as his legs were trembling like leaves in a stormy wind. He slowly slid down the wall, with barely the presence of mind to bend his knees and position himself in the least revealing position he could manage. 

Sasuke knelt closer, short circuiting his brain once again.

“Naruto, if you feel that bad, at least let me call Sakura.”

“No… do-don’t you dare!” He tried to sound threatening. Emphasis on the word trying.

The tension was building inside him, rivulets of sweat were running down his neck and in his drug induced delirium they almost felt like delicate fingers caressing him. His breath quickened. He couldn’t take this much longer: he was desperately craving any kind of contact. Anything that could help him find some relief. He grabbed the hem of his jacket and angrily closed his fists, exhaling heavily. 

He needed space. He needed to move. To leave that house. He only needed to get up and open the door. Just get the fuck up and, and-

And then a much familiar hand was placed on his forehead.

“Naruto, you’re burning up!” Sasuke exclaimed, honestly concerned.

As soon as he felt Sasuke’s touch, he came undone. He instinctively curled up on the floor, while the spasms ripped through his entire body, from the top of his head to the tip of his fingers. He couldn’t even hold back a moan, though he did his best to try keeping his mouth shut.
There was a moment of silence, filled only by Naruto’s laboured breathing, and then Sasuke broke it.

“Don’t tell me they gave you that kind of drug…” 

He was still kneeling beside him and Naruto had no idea what to reply, his brain still struggling to reconnect after the orgasm. 

“Let me j-just go home.” Naruto spoke without looking at him, too embarrassed by what just happened and also very much frightened of the consequences if he locked his eyes with Sasuke’s: the effects of the drugs were still very present, still loudly demanding satisfaction. But he liked all his limbs and wanted to keep them intact, thank you very much.

“You’re an idiot,” Sasuke muttered.

“Ehi!” Naruto tried weakly to object.

“You are,” Sasuke said. “You are barely standing. What makes you think I’d just let you leave like this?”

Before Naruto could react, Sasuke manoeuvred him around quite easily, ending up sitting with his back against Sasuke’s chest.  

Badum. Badum. 

He was immediately overwhelmed by Sasuke’s warmth on his sensitive skin, dangerously intoxicated by his sweet scent, his soft touch and the calming rhythm of his breath. Sasuke did not leave him time to think: he firmly locked his legs to Naruto’s, opening and keeping them in place. 

“What-” he tried to protest, but Sasuke was already slipping his hand inside his pants and-

OHMYGOD 

Badumbadumbadumbadum. 

“Just get it over with and come!” Sasuke exclaimed.

Naruto instinctively shut his eyes closed, but slow enough to catch a glimpse of Sasuke's pale, long fingers reaching towards his pulsating cock. 
That was impossible. That was not happening. Sasuke must have locked him into an illusion and was about to torture him. 

“Oh, you just came… ” 

Naruto wished to be swallowed by the earth right there and then.

“K-kill me.” He managed to say, mortified. 

Sasuke cleared his throat. 

“Okay, okay.” he said, and Naruto couldn’t tell whether he was answering to his death wish or simply talking to himself. He then felt some movements, and suddenly Sasuke’s cool, clean hand came to rest over his eyes. 

“Just pretend it’s not my hand.” He murmured in his right ear, words brushing against his skin, electrifying him.

Naruto swallowed heavily, trying to find a way to say something to him, to stop him from what was about to do, but he felt like he was eating a mouthful of sand. Each breath came too fast, too shallow, betraying the panic and the excitement that were clawing forcefully up from his chest. 
Sasuke gave him a first delicate, tentative stroke, and, surprisingly, Naruto screamed in pain. 

“It hurts!” he whined, pathetically.

He heard Sasuke sighing “You waited too long… Now it’s oversensitive. I’ll be as gentle as possible.” 

Was he… was Sasuke really helping him in a situation like this? What the hell was happening? Sasuke was being kind. Understanding. He was helping him jerk off, for fuck sake.
Everything in Naruto screamed that it was wrong. This was not… This could not happen. He had to resist, he had to run away from him. He had to stop him from making this huge mistake. What he was feeling was all a mistake.  

He tried to squirm away from Sasuke's hold “No, stop it. STOP IT NOW!”screamed, panicking.

Sasuke let him move a little further from him, enough to make him feel he could breathe again. 

“Naruto, calm down.” His voice was low and controlled. There was none of his usual frustration, no trace of anger, no bite at all. 
“I know you hate what I’m doing but it’s for your own good.” The words softened at the end.  “I’m trying to help you: with these drugs, you only have one way to get them out.”

“Yeah, no.. I don’t…” he wanted to reply with a coherent sentence, but it was extremely difficult to come up with single words at that moment, let alone a full grammatically correct sentence. His heart was unbearably full of emotions, his mind lost in a whirlpool of drug induced hormones. 

Sasuke delicately laid a hand on his back. “I can help you.” he murmured, “Let me help you.” 

The last words were whispered, as if they were a secret not meant to be ever said out loud.

Naruto’s breath hitched. This uncharacteristically kindness Sasuke was showing him was poking cruelly at Naruto’s heart - and all his feelings long hidden beneath the surface. And in his current state, it was too much. His eyes stung, and before he could stop, a couple of tears rolled down his flushed cheeks.

“I don't know what's happening…”

“That's normal, it's the drug.”

“No, I know that. But you’re not drugged, and I don’t want you to…” 

“I understand.” replied Sasuke, moving further away, and Naruto could swear that for a split second, he seemed hurt by his words. 

Naruto shook his head, instinctively grabbing his arm and pulling him closer to him again. “No, you don’t. I didn’t mean…” His lower lip trembled before he bit down on it, hard. “It’s just…” 

He couldn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t dare look at him. Because if he did, if he dared to lift his gaze… he wasn’t sure he’d have any strength left to resist. The pull was unbearable and every inch of him was screaming, cursing at him to give in, to stop fighting what was coursing through him. 

“It’s your fault!” He finally blurted it out. “Touching me while I’m in your house, drowning in your scent…”

Sasuke reached out and grabbed his chin, slowly moving his head and locking his eyes into Naruto’s. His expression was mostly puzzled, but there was a hint of playfulness, a captivating spark lighting him up.

“My smell excites you?”

Naruto felt himself unravelling under that gaze, like truth serum had been poured straight into his veins. The words slipped out before he could stop them. “I…It’s you. You excite me.” 

Sasuke blinked once, then twice, moving from slight confusion to stunned disbelief, and finally settling into complete bafflement.

“I—I’m sorry,” Naruto rushed on, dismay spilling through every syllable. “I shouldn’t have said… I don’t know why… it’s not what I meant, I mean it is but you don't have to listen to me, just ignore me and forg-”

“Naruto, breathe,” Sasuke’s voice sounded almost soothing, and Naruto was once again so confused by his behavior that he froze midsentence, staring up at him.

“You're… you're not pissed?” 

“Why would I be?”, Sasuke chuckled. 

“Because-”

“Are you that much of an idiot?” Sasuke said, lips twitching with something unreadable. “I mean, I know the answer’s yes. Tonight more than ever, drugged as you are. But I believe you're missing an important detail: it was my choice to slip my hand into your pants.” 

That was kind of true, Naruto had to admit it. He has been the one holding back as much as his body allowed. He has been the one trying to keep his distance from Sasuke, avoiding to irreparably damage their friendship. 

“I told you I want to help you. Just tell me how, and I will.” 

The resolution in his voice, the assuring determination that was lighting up his eyes made Naruto shudder. 

“I… I can't.” He replied, wincing. “I won't force you to-”

“Again, you're not forcing me. I am volunteering.” Sasuke moved closer to him again, his warm breath grazing his cheek and setting his face on fire. 

The temporary, albeit very small relief he experienced just after his orgasm was long gone. His body was back to aching some contact, some warmth, some friction. He could feel every cell of his being longing to eliminate the distance between him and Sasuke, a million spiders crawling right under his skin, waiting to hug, kiss, fuck that stupidly handsome guy in front of him. 
What Sasuke was telling him, the way he was whispering those sentences, was not helping at all. Worse than that: he was enabling every fantasy, every repressed emotion Naruto had felt in the past and was now violently bubbling up to the surface, thanks to the drug. He found the last shred of self-control and desperately grabbed at it, moving away once again, if only for less than half a meter.

“We can't. We can’t. That's not something you can undo. ”

Sasuke looked around the room, then ended up tearing the hem of his shirt and creating two thin, long pieces of white cotton. 

“We’ll forget everything that happens while we wear these,” he said softly, tying one around Naruto’s wrist and the other around his own. “How’s that sound?”

“I… I don’t want to lose you again.” 

These last few words came out with extreme difficulty, wet from tears and scratched by sadness and anxiety. 

Sasuke reached up, gently wiping away the tears running down Naruto’s cheeks. “You won’t.” 

Then he smiled. Scratch that, he fucking beamed. His whole beautiful face was lightened up by the most extraordinary expression Naruto had ever seen on him. And he did it with such ease, like he had effortlessly smiled that way his whole life. With no trace of pain, of suffering, not even a glimpse of all the demons that had haunted him for all his life. Just a pure, bright, carefree smile. For Naruto, that was the last straw.

Some rational voice in the back of his mind tried to protest, but it was drowned out by the flood of everything else: the relief, the longing, the need to feel Sasuke close.
He rapidly closed the distance between them, kissing him passionately. Like his life depended on it - and it sure felt like it, in that moment. Sasuke went along with it, kissing him back fiercely, his hands holding Naruto’s neck and head to make sure he couldn’t get away, barely letting them both catch a breath. 

Naruto, completely lost in the kiss, started to unconsciously rub himself on Sasuke’s leg, alternating heavy panting to tiny whines. 

“Naruto… How can I help you?” Sasuke asked him again, almost purring in his ear, sending shivers all over his already overstimulated body. 

He desired him, he needed him desperately, to touch him, to squeeze him, to ride him into fucking oblivion. His answer was muttered so low, Sasuke had to ask him to repeat. 

“I said, fuck me please.” 

Sasuke got up from the floor and helped Naruto to his bedroom. 

Without stopping kissing him, he hastily undressed both of them. There was no tenderness, no slow, deliberated movements anymore: just the primal urgency to eliminate all the layers and the obstacles between them. 
Naruto was now laying on the futon, arms propping him up while Sasuke was finally getting rid of the last piece of clothing entrapping him. Sasuke gazed at Naruto, raising his head almost in slow motion, admiring him laid bare, open, ready to be devoured. Naruto looked back at him with no hint of embarrassment, asking to be eaten, to be swallowed whole without any hesitation. 

Sasuke reached forwards again, placing another kiss on Naruto’s lips, and by doing this his cock rubbed slightly on Naruto’s, pushing him on the verge of tears. 

“P- please” He whined. “I need to-”

“I know” Sasuke caressed his flustered cheek. “But we can’t rush it.”

“But-”

“Is this your first time?” he asked, while lowering one hand and stroking himself a couple of times, then moving to Naruto, who winced once again and then nodded to the question. 

“Then we need to be careful. Or it will hurt. And I don’t want it to hurt.” 

Naruto was shivering, those delicate strokes were already bringing him to the edge, and he was finally about to come when Sasuke stopped and moved away from him, leaving him frustrated and very clearly disappointed. 

“Stop stopping!” 

Sasuke giggled. He fucking giggled. Since when was Sasuke even capable of making a sound like that?

Naruto closed his eyes to concentrate and memorize that: he wanted to carve it in his brain. He was abruptly brought back to reality and, caught off guard, he could not hold back a scream: taking advantage of his distraction, Sasuke had slipped a finger inside him, and was now slowly moving it in circles, letting Naruto’s body get used to the intrusion. 
Naruto tried to say something out loud, but his mind was no longer making any sense, completely overwhelmed by pleasure. Sasuke took the lack of words as a sign to continue, and slipped another finger inside. He circled them again a couple of times, then smirked and added mischievously “Let’s try something.”

It took him just five seconds to actually find the right spot to touch, and it took Naruto just one stroke to almost choke with pleasure, while coming all over himself and Sasuke. 

Sasuke wiped away a drop of cum from his own chin with the thumb, then shamelessly licked it. 

Naruto was still trying to grasp what had just happened, but seeing Sasuke doing that almost stopped his heart from beating. 

“You’re so fucking hot.” Naruto blurted out. He meant it. Every fiber of him meant it.  He had never, ever seen someone being so effortlessly gorgeous. 

“You’re not so bad yourself.” Sasuke replied smoothly. 

Naruto was again left without words because, wait, was that fucker flirtling with him? Was the drug making him hallucinate? He decided he did not care.
He would deal with it later.
Tomorrow.
Preferably never. 

Even after those two orgasms, Naruto was still rock hard, he could feel his dick throb synchronously with every heartbeat. He tried to grab it with his hand, but Sasuke slapped it away. 

“Be patient.” 

“I can’t.” He whined again. “I need you. Please, please fuck me.”

“Are you sure?” Sasuke’s smirk had vanished. He was panting, visibly excited, but his eyes were serious.

He nodded forcefully. At least one neuron was still trying to persuade him to stop, while there was still a tiny bit of space to recover, but he wanted this to happen so much… To hell with the consequences. 

Sasuke took a moment to look at him again, then positioned himself right at Naruto’s entrance and pushed. 

“Ah, fuck!” screamed Naruto.

Sasuke stopped abruptly. “What, did I hurt you? Was it too fast?”
And there was a faint hint of panic in his voice, that actually amused Naruto for a second. A very fleeting second. 

“No, no… It’s just… Felt good. Very good. Move.” 

Sasuke was apparently just waiting for his permission to throw caution out the wind, because he immediately picked up the pace and finally, finally was fucking him like he always dreamt in all his fantasies. Fiercely. Indecently. Ruthlessly. 

Naruto could barely breathe, let alone think. All he wanted was for Sasuke to keep moving, keep rocking him towards the best orgasm of his life. He was moaning incontrollably, repeating words incoherently, chanting Sasuke’s name like it was the only thread keeping him tethered to reality. 

He could hear Sasuke panting, whining his name. He could feel his heartbeat reverberate between them, his dick throbbing inside him, sliding back and forth, always leaving him wanting for more, more, more. 

Suddenly, Sasuke slowed his pace, and Naruto cried. 

“Don’t. Fucking. Stop!”

“Had to. I was about to come.”

“Then do it.” 

“What?”

“I want you to… Come inside me.” Naruto managed to say, almost sobbing, dishevelled with pleasure. 

Sasuke picked up the pace once again, then started to move frantically, pushing himself inside Naruto with want and desperation that preceded the climax. 
With a cry, he came inside him. Naruto barely registered it, then swiftly followed, clinging to him as if he could disappear at any moment.

“Fuck!” Panted Sasuke, out of breath. “That was… something.” 

He started to slip out of Naruto, but he swiftly tightened up his legs around him. 

“Wait!” Naruto’s voice was shaky and he was struggling not to look directly at Sasuke, laying his deep blue eyes everywhere but near him. “It feels so good. Don't take it out yet…” he begged, shamefully. 

That must have been one hell of an aphrodisiac: he felt worn out, almost on the brink of collapse, but he couldn't stop himself from starting to move again, slowly trying to push Sasuke as deep as possible inside him. He had come just a couple of minutes before but his cock was still throbbing, still aching for another release.
Sasuke looked at him with a hint of disbelief. 

“‘m sorry but you feel so damn good inside me… I can't stop… I just want to-”

“Stop talking like that, or I'll want to come again!” snapped Sasuke, a hand rapidly shutting his mouth. 

But Naruto just licked it and, looking directly through him, said “Yes, please. Please.” 

Sasuke removed the hand and quickly replaced it with his mouth, placing sloppy kisses on Naruto’s lips and cheeks, then sucking hard and licking his neck, just below the ear. 
Naruto jolted and moaned, still trying to hump Sasuke. Sasuke didn't make him wait and started moving, feeling his dick rising to the occasion again. He picked up the pace faster, moved around a little bit until he could find the right spot to press. Naruto let out a strangled scream, and Sasuke started to methodically slap his cock in that precise spot until they were both trembling again, whining and moaning each other’s name.

Naruto came first with a voiceless cry, Sasuke followed shortly after, and then both collapsed on the bed, exhausted. For the first time since the whole ordeal had started, Naruto finally felt a chill running through his body, which meant that most of the drug had finally left his system. 
He sighed, closing his eyes. That was it, my one and only chance, he realized bittersweetly.  

“Naruto…” Sasuke called him quietly. “ I know you're tired but try to stay awake.” 

“Mmh” 

Rustling of sheets, feet pacing away from the room and the noise of an open shower stream. 

“Come on, let's get you cleaned.” Sasuke said, picking him up in a bridal style. 

Naruto thought about complaining, but the truth was he had no strength whatsoever left in him. Plus, he could feel dripping from his butt and the streaks of cum already drying up on his stomach, and that was not a nice sensation. Showering was mandatory. 

Sasuke placed him delicately on the closed toilet, then washed himself quickly. 

“Just one minute, then I'll help you.” 

Naruto could only nod back at him, cracking a weak smile, while leaning on the cold tiles, completely drained. 

“Do you feel like standing up on your own?” Asked Sasuke, once he finished showering. 

“Can try.” he said, only to drop almost immediately on the floor, with Sasuke quickly catching him and accompanying him gracefully on the ground. “Apparently not.” Naruto chuckled. 

But Sasuke didn't seem amused. “You okay?” 

Naruto's heart swelled a little, hearing the hint of concern in Sasuke’s voice. 

“Yeah, I'm just… I'm exhausted.” 

“Yeah, I can imagine.” Sasuke said, helping him sit inside the shower. “I'm pretty worn out, too.” 

Naruto didn't really know what to reply: the whole situation was surreal, it almost felt like a fever dream. And yet, his sore muscles and the tiny white cotton strip on his wrist were testament that that night happened.
He kept silent and left Sasuke's hands gently scraping his head, cleaning his body, and wiping away the evidence of the last couple of hours. 

That incredible, unbelievable night. A once in a lifetime opportunity. 

“I’m sorry,” he muttered.

“What for?” Sasuke replied, caught off guard when Naruto broke his silence.

Naruto closed his eyes, while moving around a hand, as if to indicate the whole situation.

“Ehi, we agreed. It was the aphrodisiac and-”

“I’m sorry, Sasuke.” He cut him off. “But I don’t think I can forget tonight.”

He wanted to explain it further, but the words caught up in his throat and he felt on the verge of tears, so he simply shut up. What he had already said was more than enough. 

That night would have haunted him until his last breath on this earth. Sasuke’s fingers on him, his tongue tracing every inch of his skin, how he felt inside him… He was doomed to remember those memories every waking moment of his existence, because there was no way he could have simply exiled them in the back of his mind. He had tasted something that he thought could never savor, and there was no way he could simply move on with his life like nothing happened.  

Sasuke stopped rubbing him and sighed audibly. 

“Me neither.” He finally said. 

“Huh?” Naruto’s head flew up, his eyes filled with tears and confusion. 

Sasuke scoffed, shaking his head, then turned Naruto around without elaborating it further.

“I’m sorry but I need to clean you from..  you know…” Sasuke said, almost embarrassed. As if there was anything else to be embarrassed about, after whatever happened in the last couple of hours. 
Before Naruto could register the words, though, Sasuke was touching him again, cleaning his now very tender, very sensitive hole. He felt an all too familiar sensation and his dick started hardening again. 

“I'm really sorry.” He heard Sasuke apologising, while very softly stroking him. 

But, although he was being as gentle as possible, Naruto still felt it burn.

“No please… I can't… I can't come again!” 

Tears running down his face, nails digging into Sasuke's arms, he felt yet another orgasm building up through the jolts of pain. 

“Don't fight it… just relax…” Sasuke's voice sounded distant, muffled. His whole body spasmed violently as he finally reached the climax. 

“I got you.” We're the last words he could capture, his exhausted body finally shutting down. 

He was awakened by warm shards of sun sneaking through the blinds and gently pecking his face. He must have clearly overslept, judging by the brightness filling up the room. It took his eyes a couple of seconds to adjust to the light, but when they finally did, he realized that he was not in his room, he was not wearing any clothes and he was most certainly not alone.
His gaze stuck in complete disbelief on a much familiar pale arm laying across his chest. Then he slowly turned his head and found himself face to face with an indecently cute, thankfully asleep, Sasuke. 

Flashes of the night before flooded his brain before he could even elaborate a single thought. His inhale got stuck in the middle of his throat, together with his stomach. 

“Naruto, breathe.” Sasuke whispered, startling him. He almost jumped out of his skin. 

“WA!”

“Gosh, you’re always loud!” he teased him, his eyes still closed and a relaxed, serene smile creasing his reddened lips. He stared at Sasuke’s mouth, practically drooling.

Once again, as if Sasuke could read his thoughts with his eyes closed “You can kiss me. I won’t bite you…” said.

“W-what?” 

“Unless you want me to.” Added mischievously, slowly opening his eyes and gracing him with a shy smile.

“Are you… are you serious?” 

“About biting? Yeah, why not… Wouldn't be the strangest thing that happened in the last 12 hours, that's for sure.” he shrugged nonchalantly.

“If it's a joke, it's not funny.” He pouted, sliding away from Sasuke's embrace. But his arms tighten up, and weak as he was after the previous night, Naruto couldn't fight back. 

“I'm not joking. I mean, I kinda am… but not about the kiss.” He clarified Sasuke, looking away from him as to try and hide the embarrassment that was delicately colouring his cheeks. Naruto’s heart was somersaulting in his chest. 

Was Sasuke saying what he was thinking he was saying? 

Naruto knew the drug was out of his system, but in that moment the buzzing, the heat, the insane urge to throw himself at Sasuke came back and hit him like a pile of bricks. How could be just go on live his life after being fucked sensless by the man he was secretly smitten with? How could he just pretend that nothing happened, that they never kissed, never touched, never shared the most intense experience of their lives? He couldn’t. He had told him. He simply could not. 

But what Sasuke was suggesting right now… Was any of that conversation real? Or was it dreaming?

“I-I don't think I understand…”

“What I'm trying to say is…” Sasuke took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a couple of seconds. “I’d like you to kiss me. If you still want to, now that you've sobered up.” 

“Why?” Naruto could hear himself reply. 

Why? Why NOT! 
He wanted to slap himself. Hard.

“Because I like you.” 

Naruto’s jaw dropped on the ground. 
“You like me.” he repeated, dumbfounded.

 “Yes, I like you.” Sasuke replied.

It was definitely too much to elaborate. Sasuke liked him. When? How? And again… Why? 

“Or do you really think I would go around and fuck anyone that end up on my step, drugged and aroused?”

“You mean… Last night was not just out of…” he struggled to find the right word, but, as always, Sasuke came to the rescue. 

“Pity? Necessity? Good-heartedness?” He laughed softly. “No, the only thing I was last night was selfish. And horny, but that goes without saying.” 

“You're telling me that last night you wanted to… That you enjoyed it?” Naruto still could believ what was hearing. He was pretty sure he was about to wake up laying on the ground in the exact spot he lost consciousness the day before. That everything that happened after that was just an incredibly detailed dream cause by a blow on the head, of something similar.

“Terribly.” He smiled again, a much wider and light-hearted smile, and Naruto felt his knees give in even if he was still laying in bed. “And maybe we can do it again, if you want.” He added, his voice faltering on the last few words, as he really wasn’t sure Naruto would have wanted it. 

Naruto’s heart bursted with joy and for a few moments, his brain could only replay the next few seconds of his life, again and again.
And maybe we can do it again, if you want.
We can do it again. If you want.

“Usually people invite me out for a drink, before luring me to their bedroom.” He finally decided to answer, try to play cool even though he just wanted to start giggling like a fucking schoolgirl and jump around the room. 

“We can arrange that… Say, would you like to go out for a drink with me tonight?” Sasuke played along, looking at him slyly.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world!” he agreed, sealing that perfect moment with a soft kiss.