Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Machi Yoko Naruto ❯ Predator ( Chapter 3 )

“Are you sure about this?” Naruto was standing on one end of the dojo, holding his family wakizashi. Sasuke stood opposite him, with a kodaichi in one hand and a kusarigama in the other, the chain coiled in his hand. His employer nodded, and he advanced on him. He decided that no matter what, he would not touch him with the blade. Sasuke was, so far as he had seen, the best sparring partner he'd had in some time. Now that he wanted to train with weapons, shinai and other wooden practice pieces would not be sufficient, according to Sasuke. As Naruto brought his wakizashi down in a swift motion, it was caught between the kodaichi and kusarigama. They began to twist the short sword in his grip, and he had to back off quickly to keep from being disarmed.

 

He watched as Sasuke circled back around, looking for an opening. The placid voice of the Uchiha reached his ears only a moment before Sasuke attacked. “Why would I not be? I need to assess your—“ Naruto ducked the kusarigama, jumped its attached chain, and then blocked the kodaichi in a series of swift and fluid movements. “—full capabilities. Practice weapons never really show that. And frankly, I trust Shikamaru as far as I can throw him.” Naruto raised an eyebrow as he watched the chain of the sickle-shaped weapon swinging in a circular fashion. He was waiting for Sasuke to use it, because he was sure that the kodaichi was a diversionary tactic, as it flashed out and made a slash for his head. He was justified in his prediction, because just as he blocked the blade of the kodaichi, Sasuke swung the weighted chain at Naruto, trying to trap the arm that held his wakizashi.

 

Pushing Sasuke's kodaichi away with the guard of the wakizashi, Naruto used that momentum to turn his body and catch the chain, yanking the other man toward him. Sasuke's eyes widened as he stumbled forward unexpectedly. Soon, the oyabun found that he had been secured with the chain of his own weapon. With a wry smile, he said, “Not bad. But you're going easy on me.” Naruto kept the surprise from his face. He knew.

 

“Sasuke, if I didn't go easy, you would be dead right now. I don't want to kill you.” His voice was serious, and seemed to take Sasuke by surprise. Naruto untangled his employer from the chain, and went to the far wall to replace his wakizashi. After performing the small ritual of returning the sword to its sheath, he reverently placed it in the rack on the wall, which now held all three of his family swords. Once he bowed to the swords in respect to his family, he turned to face Sasuke again. There was an oppressive silence in the room, but Naruto would not be the first to break it. Sasuke was looking at him with that predatory gaze again, just as he had the week before. And just like the week before, Naruto did not like it.

 

He walked over to where Sasuke stood, still holding the weapons he'd used. Gathering the chain into a neat coil, he plucked the kusarigama from the other man's hand, and turned to put it away. As soon as he had turned, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Sasuke was coming at him with the kodaichi. Naruto released the coil of the chain, and used it to block the weapon, then twisted it around the kodaichi's blade and pulled hard. The blade snapped off five centimeters from the hilt. He saw Sasuke's mouth hang open, and then snap shut with a click of teeth. “Are you finished?” Naruto asked, taking the ruined weapon from Sasuke and then carefully lifting the blade from the floor. “Trying to kill me, Sasuke? I can't protect you if I'm dead.”

 

“But I didn't kill you.”

 

“Of course you didn't. You'd have to try a lot harder than that.” Naruto turned from him, and placed the broken blade and its hilt into a box. Why would Sasuke even try to kill him? Over the past week, they had actually become decently close, in spite of the fact that Sasuke was an arrogant bastard. But he had been acting strangely today, and Naruto halfway didn't even want to know what it was about. But, being Naruto, he couldn't help himself. “What's your problem, anyway?” Sasuke did not answer, just like any question that involved his need for Naruto, or his feelings where Naruto was concerned. Was it that he was that indifferent? Was he really the unfeeling, ever-annoyed, self-centered bastard that he seemed to be most of the time?

 

Every person had different sides to their personality. Naruto had seen a more gentle and caring side to Sasuke, but it took him being wounded to make it come out. His annoyance with Sasuke was growing. Naruto knew that the indifferent mask he kept was not the real Sasuke. What was? The almost sweet side of him that had taken care of him, and had shown such concern for Ibiki? The angry side that caused him to plant Naruto's face firmly into the floor for touching him the wrong way? Or was it that almost frighteningly predatory attitude he had at times when he looked at Naruto? What was that look, anyway?

 

Naruto huffed softly, and took the kusarigama from Sasuke, coiling the chain and then hanging it with the rest of the weapons on the wall. In his humble opinion, he was working for a very annoying bastard. When he turned around, Sasuke was leaving the room. “Teme…” He muttered under his breath, and followed Sasuke, but not before picking up a sheathed wakizashi and pushing it through the sash of his hakama. There were servants passing them in the hallway, so he dared not say a word. He had learned his lesson in speaking around the maids, since they giggled at every word he said. What was their problem? Any time he looked at any of them, they giggled uncontrollably, and blushed to their ears before running away. No wonder he didn't like women.

 

Wait. Where did that thought come from? Of course he liked women. Of course you do. They're soft and pretty, and fun to play with. It's just their attitude you don't like. Take for instance that blonde that tried to pick up on you last Saturday. She was so…annoying. Just like the rest of them. If it would be possible to find a woman that didn't act like a woman, it would suit Naruto just fine. Or, rather, finding one that didn't act like some kind of air-head on opium. That would be best.

 

Finally, they came to a halt at the door to the pool house. Naruto stepped ahead of Sasuke and pulled the door open, giving the room a quick check before allowing him in. The indoor salt-water swimming pool sparkled in the late afternoon sunlight that spilled in through the windows. In the middle of the black tiles lining the pool was a mosaic of the Uchiha family crest. Naruto had to make himself not snort at that. The yakuza families tended to brand their property with their family crests, on every surface available. The Uchiha, it appeared, were no exception. Sasuke went to the first door on the right of the one they had entered by, and opened it. Pulling out a towel, he went to the second door to change. Naruto settled himself down on one of the lounge chairs near the water.

 

When Sasuke came out of the dressing room, he walked directly over to the high diving platform, wearing snug-fitting black swimming trunks, just like every afternoon when he went swimming. Naruto watched him climb the tall ladder to the very top, bypassing the lower springboards, and standing at the edge of the platform. He turned his back to Naruto, bent his knees, and pushed off, performing a perfect roll in mid air before twisting again and hitting the water perfectly, with a minimal splash. Naruto sighed. The bastard was perfect in everything he did. That kind of perfection is always either there to cover up for something, or is trying to make up for a serious deficiency in an area that most people are fine with. That might apply to Sasuke, he decided, since he seemed to be lacking in the emotional department.

 

After a long moment, Sasuke came to the surface, pushing his dark hair from his eyes and then swimming over to the edge of the pool, near where Naruto sat. He couldn't say that he liked the way that Sasuke was looking at him. The old hint of amusement was there, which never boded well. His hand started inching toward the wakizashi, which sat next to him, but it did no good. Somehow, Sasuke hauled half of his body out of the water and grabbed the front of Naruto's haori, yanking him into the water. With an indignant squawk, he flew through the air, over Sasuke's head, and landed on his back, the familiar `belly-buster' sting covering the whole of his back, and making the fresh scar there twinge painfully.

 

When he resurfaced, he glared at Sasuke, whose smile was as close to a grin as Naruto had seen. “Was that really necessary?” He asked, trying to tread water in hakama, which was not working out very well. “Now I'm all wet.”

 

“Then take that stuff off.” The amusement in Sasuke's voice, coupled with that predatory gaze unsettled him, and Naruto groped his way further along the wall to back away from him. “Where are you going?”

 

“Away from you. I don't like the look you're giving me.” He answered honestly, and Sasuke cocked his head to one side.

 

“What look?” He asked innocently, and blinked, as if to feign confusion. Sasuke should learn to act better.

 

“You're looking at me like I'm a piece of steak. What the fuck?” He levered himself up out of the pool, and looked for all the world like he was a drowned orphan. In spite of his irritation, he realized the fact that he did need to get out of his clothes and into something dry. He rolled his eyes. On his way to the dressing room, he started untying the sash of his hakama, and dropping bits of clothing along the way. He grumbled to himself about Sasuke's strange behavior, and looked through the swimsuits provided for something suitable. He really wished that Sasuke would have something that wasn't black. After stripping off his underwear, he pulled on a pair of loose trunks (in black, of course) and yanked the door open.

 

He stalked over to where the wakizashi still sat, and pulled the lounge chair further away from the water. Naruto guessed that he really should have known better than to trust Sasuke. He was like…what the hell was he like? Naruto simply stopped thinking, and watched the object of his irritation swim laps with perfectly measured strokes. At the moment, he really wished that he didn't have to be around the man constantly. A little space, and time away from him would work wonders right about now. The dark spot in the water that was Sasuke's back glided along, aided by the strokes of pale arms and legs. With each stroke, Sasuke's face lifted from the water, and he took a large breath.

 

Sasuke was always so perfect. Everything about him was perfect. From the way his hair was just disheveled enough to how his clothes fit him just right, and the way he walked, the way he spoke, everything. It was perfectly annoying, as far as Naruto was concerned. He could do with seeing Uchiha Sasuke in a moment when he was not perfect. It might remind him that the bastard was human. Then he thought again of the look Sasuke had before Naruto had hauled himself from the water. It felt like he was being weighed and measured, and also like the one doing the measuring had different standards in mind than most people.

 

Pursing his lips for a moment, a thought of such a devious nature surfaced in his mind that he had to just…grin. There was only one door into the room, and Naruto stood and locked it. He picked up the wakizashi, and stowed it in the towel closet, because out of sight was truly out of mind. Then he watched Sasuke swim for a few more moments before he made his way over to the diving platform. Once at the top, he watched the Uchiha's perfect swimming strokes, timing them to the second with the use of his own more than steady heartbeat. His grin never faltered as he watched Sasuke. Twenty strokes from one end of the pool to the other when he would turn in the water and swim back the way he had come. This took a total of twenty-four seconds.

 

His face began to hurt and he made himself stop smiling. The platform was positioned at the halfway point between the two ends of the pool on the long side. If he waited until Sasuke's…seventh stroke to jump, he would be able to perform his little plan. He waited until he crossed two more times before he readied himself, just to check that he was going at a fairly constant speed. Then, he turned and started back. One…two…Naruto stood at the edge of the platform. Three…four…five…he entered a crouched diver's stance. Six…seven…Naruto jumped, performed a passable jackknife, and entered the water with a surprisingly small splash for his lack of training, immediately curving his body upward to make his way over to the other side of the pool to intercept Sasuke.

 

The water stung his eyes, but he could care less. He was going to get his own back from that cocky, forever-perfect little bastard, and a little salt water in the eyes wasn't going to slow him down. He spotted Sasuke, a little further ahead in his strokes than anticipated, but that was all right. Naruto swam like a fish, although in a rather unorthodox manner, under the water to where Sasuke was, and got under him, then reached up and took hold of the man with his arms while entangling his legs with Sasuke's, effectively immobilizing him. The water was shallow here, so Naruto simply kept the man from struggling too much by using his rather extraordinary strength, and allowed his feet to sink until he stood up in water that reached his chest.

 

As he blinked water out of his eyes, he saw Sasuke's face. There was shock there, yes, but not the amount that Naruto was hoping for. The alien expression quickly faded from the Uchiha's face, only to be replaced by that predatory look. He quickly let go of Sasuke when he realized that his trick had backfired on him, and tried to back away. This, however did not work, since Sasuke's arms and legs mimicked his own hold, and then Naruto found himself rather thoroughly trapped. Damn. His thoughts: Meat. I feel like a piece of meat. And it was pretty accurate for him to feel that way, actually. Sasuke looked at him the way a man who hadn't eaten for a week looks at a juicy, perfectly cooked, medium rare steak with mashed potatoes and gravy on the side. So, yeah, he felt like meat.

 

“Ano…” Naruto began to say, but then he felt that they were moving to the edge of the pool somehow. If he were to look, he would have seen that Sasuke was walking on the very tips of his big toes only, because those were the only parts of his feet that weren't involved in keeping Naruto's legs where they were.

 

“Think you're pretty smart, don't you, dobe?” Sasuke seemed only to be saying this to kill time. In this type of situation, he was far too panicked to take offense at the insult thrown his way. No. It was not thrown. It was used to caress his skin the way silk does. As Naruto felt his back press against the cold tiles of the pool, he swallowed audibly. He now saw the predatory gaze that he'd seen from the very first time he'd met this man for exactly what it was. Sasuke was trying to seduce him. Oh…hell. Damn it. Fuck. Shit. Double-damn. Oh, now how did he deal with this?

 

“I don't know. I thought it was pretty well planned out.” Man, did that sound weak. It was true, at least, but it was very weak. Sasuke started to lean toward him, and Naruto's eyes widened almost comically. He leaned back as far as the concrete and tile behind him would allow him to, but it still wasn't enough. “Sasuke, I don't think that's a good idea,” he said when the other man was only centimeters from his face.

 

In a low, smooth voice that sent a shiver up his spine, Sasuke said, “Why?” Had anyone, in all his life, ever spoken to him that way? He could feel short nails digging into the flesh of his biceps, and the hands those nails belonged to making it so that every bit of Sasuke was pressed against him. There was one particular bit that was pressing quite obviously against his leg, and Naruto had to stifle a kind of sound that was something between a surprised squeak and a whimper from the feeling it gave him. “Why is it a bad idea, Naruto?” God, Sasuke's voice was practically purring at him…

 

“Be-because…Because I don't like men.”

 

At that statement, Sasuke backed his face away from Naruto's for just a moment, raising an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that?” Naruto was painfully aware of his position, Sasuke's proximity, and the bulge pressed against his right thigh. That bulge moved as Sasuke shifted his legs, and his breathing stopped for an instant when he realized (to his abject horror) that a similar bulge was forming in his own swimming trunks. “I don't know, Naruto. Your face is telling me that you do. Hn. And so is the rest of you.” Just what the hell did his face look like? Sasuke had to be projecting his own feelings into this. Naruto did not like men. He liked women. He liked their musical voices, their soft skin, and their beauty.

 

Again, to his dismay, he had the realization that he had just described the man whose body was pressed against his own. Rationalizing things didn't seem to be helping anything. In desperation, he began to struggle against Sasuke's grip, but before he had squirmed very much at all, he was surprised by something warm and soft brushing gently, slowly, teasingly against his lips. Sasuke's mouth hovered over his, lips slightly parted, skin barely touching his at random intervals. This simple contact set his breathing to becoming more and more erratic every second that it continued. His heartbeat picked up speed, right along with his breathing. Doing a quick self-assessment, Naruto asked himself a few questions.

 

One: how much do you really like women?

 

Two: (and this one is much more important than the first) when was the last time you had sex?

 

Three: do you really want to stop him?

 

In order of appearance, the answers to Naruto's questions were as follows: (one) not that much, (two) more than a year, and (three) hell no! He just didn't care that it happened to be a man that made him feel this way, because, simply put, he had never felt like this. It felt so good that he did not care one bit if it was a man, woman or an alien from another galaxy pressed against him, moving against him…His eyes slid shut, and he said, “I could be wrong…” just before he forcefully claimed Sasuke's mouth with his, and finally found the strength to overpower the Uchiha. Naruto broke Sasuke's grip on all of his limbs, and reversed their positions, pressing the pale man against the tile of the pool, and sucking briefly at his lower lip, then setting to work invading Sasuke's mouth with his tongue. He rocked his hips against Sasuke's, and received a double reward: a beautiful moan from the dark-haired man, and a jolt of pure ecstasy spreading through his body like a heat wave in the middle of winter.

 

Slender fingers reached up and twined themselves in his hair, and others traced nonsensical patterns over the muscles of his back. The hand now knotted in Naruto's hair pulled, increasing the intensity of the kiss, which Naruto had to admit was been pretty mind-blowing to begin with. But now…more than twelve months of repressed sexual frustration and utter loneliness made their appearance, and he broke away from Sasuke's kiss, trailing his lips down to his neck, then began to trace the more prominent muscles with his tongue, producing a shiver in the Uchiha.

 

“Hn. Naruto…”

 

Looking up from his work, but pressing himself tighter against Sasuke, he said, “Yes?”

 

“Ah…” As Sasuke tried to collect his thoughts and organize them into word format, Naruto was ghosting light touches over every bit of his body that he could reach. Finally, when he turned Sasuke around so that the Uchiha's chest was pressed against the cold tiles, he reached his hands around Sasuke's front, and settled one of them between the tiles and the skin of the man's chest, and the other between his legs, where he did two things. The first of these things was that he rubbed gently at the ever-hardening erection trapped in those tight black swimming shorts, and the second was that he used this grip to press himself against the man's backside. Stuttering moans and whimpers echoed off of the glass walls, the mere sound of which nearly caused Naruto to lose his mind.

 

He pulled away from Sasuke for a moment, and ceased all physical contact. For a few seconds, he simply looked at him. Clutching at the edge of the concrete, Sasuke was trembling. The small movements sent ripples over the tattoo on his back, and Naruto leaned down to it, touching the dragon with his lips, licking at its scales, and then concentrating on the area where the fan was tattooed, which was directly over his spine.

 

--

 

The tremors were getting worse, and it was all he could do to hold onto the small concrete ledge and not turn around to forcefully take Naruto right then and there. The only part of Naruto that was touching him was his tongue, but that was doing quite a job on its own. As he began to whimper and moan at the teasing of Naruto's tongue on his skin, Sasuke felt Naruto's hands on him again. This time, they slid over the skin of his back, over his hips, and thumbs hooked into the waistband of his shorts, playfully stroking the skin there. Fingers soon followed, and he felt his one article of clothing being removed.

 

He could feel the heat of Nartuo pressed against his back, and one of his hands dragged nails teasingly close to Sasuke's now painful erection. He knew that he would not be able to take much more of this. Pushing himself off of the wall, he grabbed Naruto's wrist and yanked him toward the edge of the pool closest to the dressing room.

 

“Sasuke?” Naruto's voice asked behind him, “Where are we going?”

 

“The dressing room.” Sasuke said, raw determination and lust lacing his words.

 

“Why?”

 

Sasuke stopped for just a moment. He turned back to look at Naruto, and then pressed himself against the blonde. Rocking his hips hard against him, he could hear and feel the man moan. “Like that, do you?” Naruto nodded dumbly. “Well, it gets better, but some of the things I want to do to you can't be done in a swimming pool.” Lifting a leg, he wrapped it around Naruto's hips and thrust against him sharply, and both of them hissed at the sudden shock of pleasure. “Any objections?”

 

Naruto's breathing became ragged suddenly, and he clutched at Sasuke's back and pulled him close. “No. No objections. Just don't do that again on the way, or I'll be forced to take you before we get there.” Sasuke blinked. These words were said in his ear, and his eyes closed at the growling tone that they were uttered in. He had to admit to himself that this suggestion did not bother him in the least. He uncurled himself from around Naruto and moved to the edge of the pool, then hauled himself out of it and helped Naruto out, as well. Shoving the blonde ahead of him, he got them to the dressing room, and slammed the door behind them.

 

After finding the light switch, Sasuke pressed Naruto against the door of the room, his wet skin sliding over Naruto's in a way that made his breathing quicken. The salty taste of the water filled his mouth as he trailed kisses down his neck to his chest, and nipped at sensitive skin just below the collarbone, then moved lower. The sounds he heard as he playfully grazed his teeth over Naruto's skin were amazing, and he wanted to hear more. Reaching to the sodden and dripping swimming trunks the blonde wore, he slipped his hands inside, and lowered them to the floor, kneeling in the process.

 

At the sight of the vision of perfection that stood pressed against the door, waiting for something, anything, waiting for him, Sasuke lost himself completely. It suddenly did not matter that he might sully Naruto by being with him. Before he could even touch Naruto again, he found himself pressed against the floor, with the blonde on top of him, moving against him teasingly. He could feel the burning heat building quickly inside himself, and he realized that it would not be long before he came apart at the seams. “God, Naruto, stop, please.”

 

“Why?” Naruto's voice was incredulous.

 

“Because. I won't last much longer if you keep this up. I don't want anything else right now. Just you.” Naruto stared down at him, an odd emotion behind the desire in his eyes. He hesitated for a moment, and then said, “Please…” His voice had taken on a tone that pleaded and moaned and begged all at once. He knew he didn't sound like himself, but he just couldn't bring himself to care. He wanted and needed this more than he needed air to breathe. Just once, he could afford to sound desperate. If it meant sharing these exquisite sensations with Naruto, then he could say whatever he had to. Sasuke would do whatever he had to.

 

“Sasuke, I've never—“

 

“I trust you, Naruto.”

 

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I trust you, Naruto. Those words echoed in his mind as he looked down at Sasuke. He wasn't sure how exactly to go about this sort of thing. “What do I…how?” He bit his lip. He could feel the waves of utter need washing over him from the other man, and they were eroding his self-control, bit by bit, but he still did not want to hurt him. Taking his hand, Sasuke began to kiss his fingers, then to lick them, and to suck them and, for the love of all that is holy in this world, it felt amazing.

 

Understanding came over him, and he pulled his fingers reluctantly from Sasuke's mouth, and then gently pushed his index finger into Sasuke's body. As he moved his finger further in, he curled it and uncurled it several times, finding a spot that drew unbelievable sounds from the man beneath him. Sasuke writhed, begged, and pleaded with him to continue, saying that he should not stop, don't ever stop. After a long moment of watching Sasuke's reactions, he added another digit, and if possible, the man moaned louder, clutching at his shoulders, and trying to move against Naruto's hand to feel more.

 

Even in this state, Sasuke was still perfect. The way he sounded, looked, tasted, smelled…everything about him was perfect. As Naruto moved against him, Sasuke's eyes were closed. No. He wanted them open. “Look at me,” he breathed, barely able to contain his own desire from the way Sasuke was arching into his touches, and making the most delicious sounds. Eyes the color of charcoal cracked open, lids heavy with unreleased desire. “I want you to see me, Sasuke. Don't look away, and don't close your eyes.” Sasuke looked up at him in a strange way. It looked as if he were going to cry. As he released his fingers from him, Sasuke gave a small cry of protest.

 

Bending down, he kissed lips that were soft and warm, inviting and even addictive. Arms encircled his neck, pulling him closer, as his hands wandered to varying destinations over skin finer than porcelain, and softer than any silk. So lost in all of this that he forgot about anything else, he was stunned when he felt Sasuke's hand close on his straining erection, and was more surprised as he was positioned in exactly the right place to take him. He pulled his face away from Sasuke's, and settled the weight of his body slowly, gently sliding into him, watching the beautiful way that he tensed, then relaxed, the way his back arched, like a cat stretching in the sun. Heat. It was hot, and very, very tight, and the feeling only intensified as he sank deeper into him, low moans rolling from his throat, the evidence of a desire that threatened to burn him alive.

 

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Sasuke fought to keep his eyes open. When something felt good, they had a habit of sliding closed, as if not watching what was happening to him would make it seem like a dream, so that when it ended, and he was alone again, he would not be disappointed. But he wanted to see Naruto, to watch his face. There was a strangely serene expression there now, and he did not understand why, but it made him want to cry. That expression, as they moved together, was what made him keep his eyes open, making him not want to forget that he was doing something that felt too good to ever possibly last. It made him forget the doubts he had. Made him forget that by being here with Naruto, he was somehow making him less pure.

 

In a way, he felt that being with someone so untainted by life allowed him to wash away some of his own guilt and give him some peace. He could feel every bit of himself crying out never to let go of this, never, never, never. If he had anything to say about it, he wouldn't. Now that he had made up his mind about that, there was nothing in the world other than he and the perfectly beautiful man he was with. Coherent thought disappeared, and he could only feel. Though he kept his eyes open, he reached up to Naruto's face, tracing the plane of his nose, his forehead, lips, and the scars on his cheeks.

 

One of Naruto's hands touched his chest, tracing a slow pattern there, and then moving slowly down to stroke fingers gently over the hard flesh of his erection, causing him to breathe in sharply. That calm expression on the other's face was still there, a small smile forming there as he looked down on him, moving so slowly inside him that Sasuke thought he was would to go insane if Naruto did not pick up the pace.

 

Just as he thought this, he was scooped up from the floor, and slammed against the wall, his breath leaving him from the way Naruto now invaded his senses. Sasuke could hear him groaning, as if he were holding himself back. He could see the way that the serenity in Naruto's face was quickly melting away to show the raw desire that lay beneath. He could smell Naruto's scent all around him, flowing into him, pressing in on him. Sasuke allowed himself a small moment away from the view of Naruto's face, in order to taste his skin, now even saltier with the sweat that covered his body with a light sheen. Above all else, he could feel him as he wrapped his legs around the other man's body, and took him into himself. It was as if with every movement, every quickening thrust, they became part of each other.

 

“Hn…Naruto…” He began to moan loudly as he balanced on the brink of the oblivion that awaited him past his orgasm. The blonde man slowed his pace, and Sasuke blinked as he stopped moving altogether. What in the world was he doing? Suddenly, almost violently, Naruto began to thrust again, pounding himself into Sasuke as deeply and as quickly as he could. “N-naruto…oh, God…don't stop, please!” Naruto did not stop. The hard, fast movements that were bringing him closer to the brink of madness than anything in his life continued, and he could barely breathe. That delicate balance he had maintained was quickly tipped, and Sasuke screamed, clinging tightly to Naruto's neck, feeling Naruto's release in the same instant. Sasuke clung to the trembling man, even as they sank to the floor. He rested his face in the crook of Naruto's neck, and closed his eyes.

 

The breaths that the other man took were shaky, and Sasuke wondered if he was really all right with what they had done. He lifted his head and looked into Naruto's face, anxiously, though his own face showed none of that. Naruto's eyes were unfocused. “Naruto?” He asked, trying to bring him back to reality. His eyes seemed to clear up, and he looked at Sasuke, then bit his lip and looked away. Sasuke's heart sank. Did he regret? He really felt like he wanted to cry, now. The only hint of that feeling that showed on his face was the miniscule trembling of his lips. “Naruto, look at me.”

 

Troubled blue eyes looked into his, and Sasuke said, “Do you regret what we did?”

 

Those eyes widened in horror. “No! No, I don't! It isn't that. I just…it scares me.”

 

Sasuke could not keep the confusion from his face. “What?”

 

Naruto gestured to the space between them. “This, Sasuke. Us. It scares me. I've never felt like this. Never. That wasn't just sex, Sasuke.” His fears that he may have defiled Naruto in some way were instantly put to rest. He was still the perfect, beautiful, and strangely innocent creature that he had been half an hour ago.

 

“Then,” Sasuke said, leaning closer to Naruto so that their lips almost met, “I guess I'll have to help you face your fears.” He placed a soft, gentle kiss on Naruto's lips, and pulled away with a smile. Naruto had an utterly goofy grin on his face, and Sasuke had to keep himself from laughing.