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Naruto wasn’t his.
Sasuke knew this well. He wasn’t his to become all possessive over, he didn’t have the right to feel such jealousy tug inside him. They just lived together— just barely. The raven was always gone on missions and he hadn’t bothered with getting a new apartment because what was the use? The Uchiha district had been completely destroyed from Pain’s attack, so there was nowhere to go that could feel like home.
Unless it was Naruto.
Loathed as he is to admit it, home wasn’t a place but a person. He had blond hair; wild and carefree. He never bothered with his appearance and yet he still had such a wonderfully built stature on that body that used to be nothing but a scrappy little thing. Maybe Sasuke was done running but that didn’t mean he never ran. If it wasn’t one thing it was the other. This wasn’t anything like a routine more than it was an expectation.
He was always gone for so long and did it ever feel worth it to come back to the sight that awaited him in Naruto’s bedroom. He didn’t think something like this would ever arouse him, but it was Naruto so of course it did. Coming home to soft pants and loud moans had turned from shock to pleasure quickly. He thought Naruto had someone over, but of course not. And there he was, sitting on the bed as he kissed his clone like the desperate thing he was.
He cried and moaned every time his clone touched him, sliding wet lips all across that sensitive neck of his. It caused this unfamiliar feeling to stir in his belly. And as much pleasure he obtained from these moments, something else stirred inside him. Something in the way that clone touched him and held him, knowing all the places to touch and hold. The way it kissed and flipped him over, causing Naruto to cry in absolute bliss as he did nothing but lay there and take it.
Oh, and take it he did. The blond was raising his ass and letting those godawful noises come out like the sweet, sweet music they were. The way his hands gripped the sheets as he was being fucked like a toy, grunt after pained, blissful, pleasured grunt falling out of him. Even the tears that welled in his eyes stained the sheets. And the clone— yeah, that fucking clone. It held onto Naruto’s hips and kept up the steady, rough pace of plowing its dick inside his hole.
Sasuke just knew it was loose from being used over and over again. He bet it wouldn’t take much for him to comfortably fit in there. Maybe he did envy a manifestation of chakra, maybe he did wish that the roles were reversed. Maybe he did wish he was the one on top of that wet, loud, sobbing mess that Naruto became. And what of it? He knew Naruto wasn’t his. He knew that. Naruto couldn’t belong to anybody, he was just too wild. And why would Sasuke ever want to tame something so wild when it was already beginning to domesticate itself?
He turned away from the scene, the image of Naruto screaming as he came onto the sheets embedded into his mind. His red ass, lingering marks, drool slicked lips— it was all carefully filed inside his mind. The raven had quietly slinked away to his room, already palming his dick to the muffled sounds of Naruto going for another round.
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“I’m glad you’re back! I was getting bored, y'know."
Did he think he was being slick? Did he truly think that with the way he was prancing around in those briefs and baggy shirt? It showed off all the marks he obtained from last night and, what— did he get some sick satisfaction from having Sasuke witness them? Perhaps he knew the raven too well, then. Sasuke ate diligently, remaining quiet and calm as Naruto yammered on.
“Maybe we could go to the dock again! It’s been forever, we were only kids since the last time.” Naruto thought aloud, stuffing his face in the meanwhile.
Sasuke hummed in acknowledgment, finding the courage to peer up at the blond. Naruto wasn’t looking at him, too lost in his own world to see what was sitting in front of him. And Sasuke could just not get those images out of his head. He didn’t own Naruto. He didn’t belong to him. Never has and never will. Naruto was the world and Sasuke was nothing but a greedy pig. Who was he in the comparison of something as large as the world? A speck. Yes, he was.
He was a filthy speck because he had turned his back on the world once and traitors didn’t get to be dreamers. Traitors got what they deserved; not desired. So there was only admiration left— admiration for his whole world. He could be as greedy as he wanted when it came to that because nothing would come of it. Sasuke could soak in all the gritty details and absorb them just as he wished.
No, traitors never got what they wished or desired. But behind cold bars that separated him and the world, there was enough of it to feel like he had gotten what he wished for.
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Nothing was more torturous than these long trips. He knew, though, once he returned home what awaited him. It must have been so hard without him as Naruto hadn’t been satisfied with just one like all the other times, there was another. Sasuke never caught hide nor hair of murmurs that Naruto slept with anyone besides his clones. Why was that? The hero of the village could certainly do better than chakra manifestations. Whatever did it matter; Naruto was best in bed when he begged and cried.
Sasuke let himself lose control. Just a tad. He was so hard from watching Naruto take it in both holes, he just had to. He didn’t bother taking off his pants, no one would see him do the walk of shame back to his room, anyway. Sasuke could survive the pathetic mess of cumming in his pants. Naruto looked so good with his mouth stretched— he’s never seen it stretch before. Sasuke kept his moans to quiet, little things, grinding into his hand as Naruto cried from being fucked open.
“Gotcha,”
Sasuke hadn’t the time to react before he was being pinned down onto the ground. The wet, slapping noises along with moans had died instantly, all eyes stuck onto the intruding raven centered in the room. One of Naruto’s clones sat firmly on his ass, keeping his hand firmly behind his back. Sasuke could lie and say this didn’t excite him, but he’s done enough lying.
“Sasuke— what?” Naruto pulled his shirt down, voice still hoarse from letting his throat get fucked into oblivion.
“He was peeking at us! Little perv,” the clone on his back growled, pushing his head into the ground. Things were moving too slow.
“Were you spying on me?” Naruto asked.
Sasuke averted his eyes as quickly as they met. He nodded, cheeks tinted in a pale rose from the heat rising in his body.
Naruto leaned over, his head far off the side of the bed. “Then you must’ve wanted to give me a show,”
He felt himself pushed onto his knees, pants pulled from their place as his dick — already so wet and hard — popped free. The same cock that was in Naruto’s throat had pushed itself into his, still wet with the blond’s spit. Sasuke moaned around the length, flushing furiously from being in such an embarrassing position. A particularly loud shriek shot from his mouth, his ass had been slapped so suddenly his mind blanked for a bit.
Did Naruto seriously slap his ass?
There was something pushing at his rim, bullying his sensitive walls as it glided right through. Sasuke was made into the perfect fucktoy, Naruto’s blue eyes glued onto the scene in front of him. Worst of all, he hadn’t touched himself in the slightest. He stared at Sasuke like it were his favorite scene in a movie. One he could memorize from just the pages in the script. Sasuke found himself staring back through his blurry eyes, moaning and choking all over the cock Naruto had wet with his spit.
He was enjoying this. Not Sasuke— Naruto. That sick smirk on his face gave it away. How infuriating. Nothing was quicker than an irritated Uchiha. Be it offense or defense, they move just as swiftly as a panther in the trees. The clones disappeared one after the other, leaving the real one sitting on the bed holding the same cocky smirk. Sasuke clenched the fabric of his shirt, pulling him up to his face. He wanted to beat the ever loving shit out of Naruto for pulling something like that. But then he had become acutely aware of their position.
Naruto was close to his face, their breaths fanning right over the other. In fact, his lips were millimeters apart from the blond’s. If he just…
Naruto’s hands were tracing up his face, and like it were habit, they met fiercely. Teeth gnashed together, grinding marrow and flesh between them. Sasuke found his lips bleeding and red from Naruto biting onto them. Sasuke had done the same, tasting blood and salt all in one. He realized how his shirt was still balled into his fist, Sasuke threw the blond back onto the bed before climbing on top of him.
It allowed them to catch their breaths— a rare moment of peace between them. There was something.. tender in the way they mapped out each other’s lips. Eyes glided all over wet, crimson lips, a warm silence hanging in the air. Naruto’s hand silently traced his skin, Sasuke absurdly aware of how it glided on his thighs. A short moan left him, fingers pushing past his hole without warning.
Sasuke shut his eyes, pleasure and embarrassment the culprits. He allowed Naruto to fuck him roughly with nothing but his fingers. He kept the noises hushed— airy and sweet, nectar just for Naruto’s ears. Another hand was on his cheek again, caressing the warm, flushed skin so softly.
“I just wanted you to feel good, Sasuke.” He whispered.
It was pathetic the way he leaned back to feel more of those fingers inside him. He almost caught himself bouncing on them, that was when he pulled them out. Naruto’s hand was slack against his hold.
“Then open your legs for me,” it was all it took before Naruto was spreading those toned thighs once more.
His hole glistened, shining like ripe fruit just for Sasuke. The raven slid just as easily as he’d always imagined. Naruto was incredibly loose— looser than he thought. He knew it was from all those times he let his clones have their way with him. How many times has he accidentally said Sasuke’s name instead of just sticking to the whiney whimpers he always made? He just knew Naruto was crying his name out, it only made sense.
Naruto may not belong to him, or anybody. He may never belong to Sasuke, but he found himself not minding in this situation. Right here and now, it was just them. It was just them as Sasuke fucked Naruto silly, pleasure enslaving them both like the animals they were. Sasuke couldn’t ignore the way his chest rose with every harsh intake of breath, the way he squirmed as he kept himself spread for Sasuke— only Sasuke.
His hips made the noises he could only listen to from afar, never being able to produce them himself. In this moment, Sasuke felt like a director. If he pinched there, Naruto made a high whine that was needy. If he slapped there, Naruto gave him a scream of pure bliss. If ran his tongue over there, Naruto squirmed and whimpered for more. When he fucked in him, spreading his loose hole even wider, Naruto would moan so loud, Sasuke was surprised how he hasn’t lost his voice from doing this.
He shut him up with another kiss, choosing this moment to thrust into him without rest. Naruto cried into lazy makeout, but Sasuke kept him on his lips as he fucked him faster. Naruto’s muffled moans sounded so broken as he shot his load all over Sasuke’s stomach and his pecs, wrapping his arms tightly as he emptied himself. His legs twitched and fell, spreading himself in an even more vulnerable position.
“Mmph!! Sasuke— don’t stop! Okay? Don’t.. aah… don’t stop. You deserve to feel good, yes! Fuck, yes! You deserve it!” Naruto cried.
No, he did not.
Naruto was just trying to be nice and optimistic as he always was, but Sasuke didn’t deserve all that he had. Much less did he deserve Naruto. The world, the sun, the warmth and light and all above. Everything he was not, and everything that completed him. He deserved to rot and remain imperfect— unfinished. But, two halves always corrected themselves eventually.
So Sasuke used Naruto to get himself off, keeping up his rhythm to Naruto’s encouraging praise. He was panting, groaning and sweating from it all. And when he opened his eyes, taking in the scene that was Naruto— he came. The blond was covered in his own cum, teary eyed and drooling. Barely being able to concentrate as he was fucked way past his limits. Sasuke stuffed Naruto full of his seed, crying as pleasure he never felt before wracked his body.
It was too much, he fell from how wobbly his limbs became. He somehow managed to catch himself on his elbow, steadily regaining his breath as he kept pumping weak loads inside Naruto. The raven was taking those wet lips he obsessed over so much. He popped off with a wet smack, lowering himself to the blond’s ear.
“Naruto,”
“Hm?”
“Turn around.”
And his world had turned on its axis.