Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Lick the Strawberry ❯ Pure Imagination ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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The one who watches afar relies on imagination. The one who is watched is pure.

But is the watched really pure?

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While walking through the park to his apartment, he struggled not to walk too close to the child. He refused to look at him, but the pain of seeing the bouncy blond in the corner of his eyes was agonizing. He allowed himself to take peeks at the little boy. When Naruto caught his eyes on him, he would smile so sweetly. Sasuke would immediately break off the eye contact, looking away swiftly. What sweet lips he had! How he wished to claim them…

Sasuke tried, really. He tried so hard to think civilly. That he was merely doing a good deed, for a child that was injured. But his luck was anything but fortunate, as everything seemed to be against him. His actions were ridiculously mocked.

When he walked faster, or distanced himself from the blond, the boy would pursue him with frightful fervor, perhaps thinking of it as a game. Sasuke quietly cursed god. Whilst crossing the street, the overly rambunctious boy almost dove straight in front of a truck. He was forced to bend down, and wrap the young boy's body to his own. Feeling the warmth through his shirt, the little child pulsing and wriggling with life, as well as the sweet, raw, musky child's scent filling up his nostrils was almost too much for him to bear. He struggled not to lick the faint traces of blood of his neck, or suck the tan skin he casually revealed.

His desperation went up a notch. He immediately let go of the blond, flushed and shaky.

Smelling the tasty, unique smell of Naruto…That smell would be around for a long time. He bitterly knew that he would be haunted for nights to come. Naruto had not taken notice of the man's discomfort, as he danced onto the rest of the way to Sasuke's apartment. His energetic body flew in all directions. Sasuke couldn't help it when something happy sprouted in his chest. The glowing boy simply exuded delight.

And it was awfully contagious.

For the rest of the journey, Naruto realized his companion wasn't very talkative, so he chased the butterflies that hung around the area. There was a pretty one he kept on chasing, a white one, with blue dots. After a while, a majestic larger black butterfly with red dots joined the much tinier white. Sasuke watched as Naruto stopped running when the white one flew upwards, swirling with the black. They left, becoming shadows under the rays of the sun.

Naruto stood, watching them both with uncanny silence.

When Sasuke bent over to look at the blond, he was surprised at how sad Naruto looked.

When asked what the matter was, the child shook his head, smiling softly.

“It's so amazing! It's so big! Wooow!” Naruto pranced around his living room. Sasuke looked at the small boy, his heart thumping. He was in his home. The adorable child was in his home. He had him within his grasp. What would he do? He could do whatever he wanted. So…should he start? Hungrily eyeing the bouncy energetic boy, he felt a tremble go through his spine. He unconsciously gripped himself. Naruto was twirling along his sofa, blissfully ignorant.

“It's so pretty…!” He giggled, before collapsing in front of him, in a giddy daze.

No. This was so wrong. He had a whole debate about this! He took a week off to cure this. So…He took a deep breath. He won't think of dirty thoughts when he looked at him again. That was his goal of curing himself. Not that he had anything to cure at all, of course. Taking off his jacket and tossing it on his sofa, he felt fully convinced he was no pedophile in the making.

Sasuke couldn't tear away at the sight of the beautiful face. The dizziness made the blue eyes hazy, and the little smile was one of confusion and happiness. He was so cute…! Sasuke watched, bending down.

The cuts were reopening. It must hurt. Why was he still moving? How could he still move? Before he was able to examine the bruises, the boy shifted.

Naruto sucked in, and puffed up his rosy cheeks. He got up, showing them to Sasuke. “Mister, Mister!” He laughed. “Look! I'm a frog!” He sucked his cheeks in and out. “Kero. Kero. Kero.”

He laughed again. Sasuke found his laughter lovely. The sweet chirps of sound were so beautiful. His eyes glittered with mirth as he got up, and danced around his living room once more.

Sasuke, so caught up with the little skip his Naruto was making, froze at the sight of a certain wastebasket. Cluttered to the top with pictures of a certain blond, Sasuke felt his blood turned cold as Naruto hopped closer and closer to the bin. The blond hadn't noticed yet. He continued to prance around, unaware of the inward turmoil Sasuke was experiencing.

When Naruto appeared particularly close to the wastebasket, Sasuke's heart nearly stopped. `This isn't good for my health.' Naruto was one turn away from viewing those pictures. What would he think?

But at the same time, he could touch him; anyway he wanted, once he was fully exploited. He'd have nothing to hide, after all.

...Oh, no. His thoughts did not just travel down that path. Striding quickly to the oblivious blond, the child yelped when he felt his body tumble into someone's strong arms, and carried awkwardly to a bedroom. He did not notice that the arms holding him were trembling.

What he did notice was that the man that carried him smelled nice. And he was warm. Still, he preferred to be on the ground.

Sasuke had to get rid of him, fast. The last thing he wanted to do was to violate a child. What was wrong with him? After he bandaged him up, he would kick him out. It was for his own safety. He also had to get rid of all the evidence of Naruto in his home. The traces of Naruto were not helping him get over his fear of becoming a pedophile. Why did he bring him over, anyway? And why the hell did Naruto follow him?! Didn't his parents teach him not to talk to strangers?!

The blond had started to thrash about. “Mister…What are you doing? Put me down!! …Put me down, ya big meanie!” Sasuke ignored him, fumbling awkwardly with the door knob to his bedroom.

Sasuke was carrying Naruto in the same fashion as one of those shows where a princess would be carried by a prince. Naruto pouted. It felt weird too. Unlike Iruka-sensei, who held him comfortably, this felt so awkward. Especially since Naruto felt he was going to fall onto the ground at any given moment. Sasuke wouldn't allow Naruto to wrap his tiny arms around his neck, so he could properly sit on his arm.

Instead, Naruto's legs were hooked onto one arm; while his own little arms were looped onto Sasuke's other arm. His body was drooping in between, and it felt very uncomfortable.

Sasuke felt his heart beat erratically when Naruto rubbed his soft arms against his, and he flushed when the little boy's shirt began to rise up his body, showing the supple tan stomach. He was way too cute for his own good. Tossing him onto his silk bed, Naruto bounced before landing onto the cold material once more.

Sasuke looked at his cuts. Great, the gashes were reopening. He was bleeding. “You should stop being so energetic when it's uncalled for.” He calmly said. The faint traces of Naruto's soft warmth were still lingering on his own body. Naruto only frowned, wrinkling his nose. “What…?”

Sasuke inwardly slumped. Naruto couldn't understand his vocabulary. Not that it mattered. “Stay here.” That much he understood. Naruto sat up, nodding. He was so adorable. Definitely not kissable, despite his red mouth, which he was nervously nibbling. Sasuke noted that it must be a nervous habit. It was so very cute. Sasuke seemed to forget about his negative thoughts, and how he absolutely refused to become the `Black Sheep' of the family.

Sasuke quickly went to his bathroom, getting a clean towel and a pan of water, as well as a medical kit. He brought them back to his room, where Naruto was waiting. Beckoning the blond, he set the water container on the carpet, and the towel on his bed. Sitting down on his carpet, he opened the medical kit, taking out alcohol and bandages, cream and lotion.

Sasuke looked up, to see Naruto crawling to him in a feline manner. `……No dirty thoughts. NO DIRTY THOUGHTS. Dirty thoughts are bad. Dirty thoughts are bad.'

Naruto set himself on the rim of his bed, once again blissfully ignorant of Sasuke's internal mayhem.

Sasuke shut his eyes, counting to three. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Naruto's taut stomach. Then he saw that Naruto was struggling to take off his shirt.

Instead of having another perverted reaction, Sasuke immediately stilled. “You…” He was careful not to say Naruto's name. “Where did you get all those bruises?”

Above his honey-colored stomach, cuts and black marks decorated all over his top frame. Naruto, finally freeing himself of his shirt, looked at him with surprise. Sasuke inwardly noted how pretty he was, with his hair all disheveled and tangled like that. Naruto didn't answer his question. He began to undo his pants, sliding them off. Sasuke had difficulty breathing. Looking at the tan, inner thighs, and the soft slim legs of his Naruto, he hid a tremble.

A thought made him inwardly bang his head onto a rock. 'He has nice underwear.' He also has a cute ass. Okay. That was enough.

Naruto cocked his head, wondering why the tall male was acting so weird. He always undressed when someone took care of his wounds. “Um…Iruka-sensei always asks me to take off my clothes when he's about to put medicine on me.” He explained.

Sasuke knew that if he touched Naruto's soft thighs, it would be over. He prayed the lust wouldn't take over his mental state. “I see. Does this Iruka-sensei take care of you a lot?” Sasuke kept his jealousy under check. He felt stupid for last time, he had learnt. He wasn't going to jump into such conclusions again.

“Mm-hmm!” He replied sweetly.

Sasuke, allowing only one finger to twitch as he dipped the cloth in the water, wondered if he should start with the arms. Or maybe his chest. Sasuke let his eyes fall onto the boy's chest. Eyeing his nipples, he smirked, “Cute.” Naruto didn't hear him.

Sasuke began to wipe his arm gently. The white towel reddened with blood, and Naruto closed his eyes, wincing. Sasuke wiped all of the cutes and scrapes clean. During the process of cleaning his arms, the room was silent. Pausing to clean the towel, Sasuke felt eyes on him, as he attempted to rinse the blood off.

Blue eyes were watching him in awe. Sasuke looked at him. “What?”

Naruto began to kick his feet, tense. “N-nothing.” Naruto hadn't been still enough to look at Sasuke closely, and when he did, he saw how pretty the older man was.

Sasuke smirked when he noticed an adorable blush on his love's cheeks. He decided not to press the matter, although his heart was thumping with curiosity. He wanted to know what the child was thinking.

While he was washing his chest, Sasuke noticed a deeper flush on his blond's face. He ignored it. And when he washed the bloody towel in his water basin, there was a small amount of quiet words that he barely caught.

“...Why are you being so nice to me …?” He sounded so sad. Sasuke paused, squeezing the bloody water from the towel. He glanced at him, finding Naruto looking down, having the same expression he did when the butterflies flew away.

“Why can't I be?” Sasuke continued rubbed the soft underside of his thigh. Sasuke was surprised that he wasn't aroused. Maybe it had something to do with the bleeding underside of his thigh, or the fact that the blood would be on his expensive black sheets, or maybe it was because Naruto was sad.

“But...” Naruto started. “I don't know you.” Sasuke looked into his blue eyes for a moment. He looked so upset, like he was going to cry. His eyes were so lonely. Sasuke realized that he never saw Naruto cry, not even once, when he was stalking him. After he finished wiping his legs, he commanded Naruto to turn around.

Naruto did as he was told, and Sasuke found that his back had one long, painful, violent wound. It looked like he had been whipped. Sasuke felt an intense anger building inside of him. Who would do this to him? After wiping the raw wound, Sasuke left the towel in the red water.

He leaned right above Naruto's back. “Would you like to know me? My name?”

Naruto laughed when he felt the slow breathy words on his neck. It tickled!

He turned around, nearly brushing his lips on Sasuke's. “Do you want to know mine? Do you want to be my friend?!” He asked excitedly.

Sasuke blinked. He was so happy at the prospect of having him as a friend. It was shocking.

“Of course. I'm Sasuke.” There was nothing wrong with becoming friends with him. There was nothing wrong or dirty about that. As long as he didn't make it dirty or touch him, it's fine.

“Sasuke…” Sasuke shivered as the syllables rolled across his sweet tongue. It was the first time he heard him say his name. Naruto glowed. “Sasuke.” He said it again, smiling. He made a new friend. Gosh, he was happy.

“My name is Naruto, Sasuke!” He said brightly. Sasuke smiled. `Yeah, I know.'

“Well, Naruto. Hold still while I place some alcohol. Just in case there are germs.”

Sasuke noticed that Naruto was very pain-resistant. He closed his eyes shut and winced ever so slightly at the dabs of alcohol. No wonder he ran like that. He really didn't mind the pain of his wounds tearing and reopening.

After disinfecting him, he put the healing cream on his large cuts, and wrapped his substantial injuries with medical bandages. The tiny bruises were covered with band-aids. He had to wrap Naruto's chest with the medical white tape, as he was afraid that the large whip on his back would tear open before it could properly heal.

When he was done, he looked at Naruto seriously. “Who did this to you?”

Naruto's blue eyes widened. “Um. I'm not telling!” He announced.

Sasuke rolled his eyes. “I'm not kidding.” Naruto meeped at his serious look. “Who did it?”

Naruto frowned. “Why? You don't know me. So you shouldn't care.”

Sasuke went to his closet, and tossing him a small shirt, which was still big on Naruto, he persisted. “Tell me.”

“No. I can't.” Naruto looked very, very out of place. He looked down, refusing to meet eyes with Sasuke.

“I'll ask Iruka.” Sasuke said. Naruto stiffened.

“Iruka-sensei doesn't know…I don't want to tell him.”

“What about me?” He put the shirt on Naruto, and watched as the small boy slipped his small hands from the sleeves. “Sasuke, you smell nice. And you're pretty.”

Sasuke could barely contain his surprise. But he did. "Tell me." Rummaging through his drawers, he found a pair of short shorts that one of his super thin ex-girlfriends had left behind. "Here."

Naruto took it, staring at the piece of clothing seriously. He spoke, his voice full of bitter wanting.

“I don't trust Sasuke.” He kept his tone light and cute, childish. Sasuke realized that he was actually quite the clever and mischievous bratty child.

“Oh?” Sasuke inquired. Then. “I can help you.”

“You can't know. You can't help.” Blue eyes turned into childish slits. Sasuke almost, almost grinned. Was it a scowl he was trying to form? At the same time he felt hurt that the child didn't trust him. He watched Naruto crumple his silk sheets within his small palms.

“Yes I can. Why don't you trust me?” Last time he heard, little boys were the most naive creatures on earth.

“Sasuke…only wants Naruto.”

Sasuke's eyes widened in shock. Naruto refused to look at Sasuke face to face.

“Sasuke took pictures of Naruto. He wants to touch Naruto. That's why…Naruto doesn't trust Sasuke. At all.”

With that, his beautiful blue eyes directly pierced through Sasuke's own dark ones.

Devastatingly beautiful, indeed.

Even though…Sasuke himself hadn't agreed that he was attracted to a little boy, he was forced to believe it. Especially now, when even his little love, who was merely a child, could tell he was miserably smitten.

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