Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Naruto... ❯ hi no jutsu ( Chapter 3 )

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Naruto was completely unaware of the hallways he traversed. Had he needed to find his way out of Sasuke's room, he would have been completely and hopelessly lost. His entire attention was focused on the hand holding his, their kiss, and what he hoped would soon follow. He wasn't sure what he wanted exactly to follow, only that it involved him, Sasuke and less clothing. He hoped…he wasn't sure, exactly, but if things when like they did in his dreams, Sasuke would show him what he wanted.

 

Had it not been his own house, one which he was completely familiar and could walk through in his sleep, Sasuke doubted he would have gotten much past the door. He was hard pressed to maintain his cool exterior, wondering why he bothered at the moment, anyways. It was just Naruto, and they were going to…to…well…his mind stuttered on him. This really was happening. It wasn't just a dream. He would really get to…he'd really get to…his mind stopped again, stunned, awed….overwhelmed. He stopped just inside his door, turning to face the blonde haired ninja he'd drug through the house. “Naruto…” he began, again to have his words cut off by the too soft, too tempting lips that still tasted of miso ramen. He could feel the boy's fingers running through his hair as Naruto moved closer, almost possessive. Sasuke felt overwhelmed, and, at the same time, safe. He brought his hands up and fisted them in the spiky blonde locks, pulling Naruto's overly luscious and too tempting mouth away from his, “Hey, idiot, are you sure you want to do this?”

 

Naruto glared at the dark haired boy. “I would think that was obvious, bastard,” he growled out. “Don't call me idiot, unless you're sayin' you don't wanna do this.” He could feel his stomach clench into a hard knot as he waited for Sasuke's answer, his blue eyes searching the impassive face, trying to read the other's mind.

 

Sasuke released his hold on the golden locks and brought his hand to the whisker scarred cheek, cupping it lightly, “I'm not saying that, Naruto. I just wanted to be sure.” His voice was softer than Naruto'd ever heard it, soft like it was in his dreams.

 

“I am sure, Sasuke…” the rest of his words, whatever they might have been, were swallowed by the Uchiha boy. He groaned into their kiss and allowed his hands to wander down, tracing the lithe body that held him. Sasuke's shirt was smooth, silky over the firm muscles of his shoulder, shoulders that held a great deal of tension. Naruto's fingers tried to ease some of the strain and he could feel Sasuke groan and relax into their kiss. His fingers wandered downwards, massaging the firm back, looking for places that would make Sasuke groan again as Sasuke's fingers massaged his head and neck. When he felt the waist band of Sasuke's shorts, he hesitated a moment.

 

Sasuke could feel Naruto hesitating. He didn't want the other to stop, so he choose what he felt was the best method to encourage him. He rolled his hips forward, into Naruto's. The blonde groaned again and his hands moved swiftly to hold onto Sasuke's ass firmly, massaging it, even pushing his hips forward as his moved, encouraging their bodies to grind together. There was another groan, but whose throat it came from was unknown, and didn't matter as Sasuke's hands wandered down Naruto's body, seeking the hem of his shirt, wanting to feel the skin that lay beneath.

 

The blonde gasped when he felt hands against his skin, breaking their kiss, which Sasuke didn't seem to mind at all as he moved to attack the blonde's neck. “Bastard,” he growled out, “what are you doing?”

 

Sasuke pulled back, fire in his black eyes, “I would have thought that was obvious, idiot. I'm feeling you up. Do you want me to stop?”

 

“No…no, I don't want you to stop…I was just surprised, that's all…” Naruto's eyes dropped as shame somehow managed to color his flushed cheeks.

 

“Naruto,” Sasuke's voice was gentle as he waited for blue eyes to look at him again. When they did, those eyes were so full of longing, even though they were colored with shame as well, that whatever else he was going to say flew out of Sasuke's head and the only thing he could do was pull Naruto closer and kiss him again. His hands again began to wander the blonde's back and Naruto moaned into their kiss. He could feel the other's hands working at his shirt, pulling it up until he felt fingers tracing the lines of his back, palms massaging his skin, arms pressing him closer as Naruto worked his shirt up. He pulled Naruto's shirt up, as well, and a gasp escaped him as the bare skin of his stomach came in contact with Naruto's. Naruto was hot, his body radiating heat that burned through the darker haired boy.

 

The blonde took advantage of the break in their kiss to pull Sasuke's shirt over his head, regretting momentarily that this also caused the brunet to have to let go of him. Regret was short lived, however, as Sasuke pulled his shirt off as well. They stood staring at each other for a moment, both uncertain what to do next. Sasuke moved first, his fingers coming up to trace the seal around the blonde's navel lightly. A shuddering gasp caused him to look at Naruto. He looked questioningly at the other. “It kinda tickles,” he offered as his hand came up to lightly trace the curse mark on Sasuke's neck. Though he knew about it, he'd never touched it. He was almost surprised that it didn't feel any different from the skin around it. He wasn't sure what he expected, but for some reason that surprised him. He wondered if it tasted any different and moved closer to try it. His tongue darted out when he was close enough and traced the whirling pattern. He could hear Sasuke gasp as his arms went around him. The skin tasted the same, tasted of sweat, of salt, of something that had to be Sasuke. He brought his lips down, kissing the mark and around it as his own arms drew Sasuke closer to him. He could feel hands in his hair, holding him where he was, encouraging him to continue his exploration.

 

“Na-ru-to…” Sasuke's voice was full of hunger, of lust, of passion, the voice Naruto had dreamed of hearing, calling his name brokenly. Naruto's hips moved of their own accord against the brunet as his hands wandered down the bared back to slide under the waist band of the dark haired boy's shorts. The Uchiha heir's skin was smooth, like silk or water, and warm to his wandering hands. As his hands cupped the firm ass, Sasuke voiced a wordless groan, his hips arching into Naruto's, his mind complaining at too many layers of fabric between him and the other boy. “Off,” he ordered, gasping. Naruto pulled away from his neck, looking at him confused. “Take off the rest of your clothes…or take mine off…I don't care, just do it.”

 

Naruto was tempted, for a moment, to smart off, to tell Sasuke to go screw himself, but then, Sasuke's hips moved against his again. He felt constrained by he normally loose clothing. His hands traced around Sasuke's waist, just under his shorts, before slipping out to work the fastenings of those unneeded shorts. Quickly, the excess fabric fell to the floor, followed by unnoticed boxers as Naruto's eyes focused solely on the fully exposed body of his dreams. The pale skin of the face continued down the chest, smooth, unblemished. Almost a surprise, his nipples were dark, standing out in stark contrast, begging to be touched or tasted, but Naruto's eyes were drawn onward, downward first. The paleness continued downwards, over firmly defined abs. It was interrupted by an almost angry red, though, just below Sasuke's bellybutton. Naruto's eyes focused on this redness hungrily, tracing the lines of the pale boy's erection with hot blue eyes. Balanced on the tip was a glistening pearl that begged to be tasted, devoured, sitting on the bell-shaped head balanced on the arching shaft that curved upwards from a dark nest of curls. Below, hung the heavy sac that called for Naruto to hold it. Hypnotically, the blonde walked closer, his hand coming up slowly to cup the demanding treasure. The weight in the palm of his hand sent fire up his arm and into his groin. The sound Sasuke made, a groan, but somehow more delicious, started his blood boiling. He was hot, he couldn't remember feeling this hot before, and he wanted more. His hand slid up as his lips came to Sasuke's neck, allowing the boy to groan freely. He wanted more of that sound. Sasuke's hands were shaky against his body as they came up to work the fastenings of his pants. He could feel the tremor and it made him hotter, knowing the Uchiha boy was struggling with control, loosing the battle.

 

When he felt his clothing fall to his ankles, Naruto could no longer resist. He slid his hand around the other's waist and pulled their bodies together. The sensation that raced through his body at this action made every thing else he'd felt pale, shrink into insignificance by comparison. The fire in his body now made what he felt before seem like a mere match compared to a raging inferno. He groaned loudly, latching on tighter with his lips and teeth to Sasuke's neck, rocking his hips against the pale boy, rubbing their erections together, stoking the fire, causing it to grow.

 

Sasuke couldn't stand any longer, his knees growing weak. He pulled Naruto down, doing his best not to break the contact between their bodies. He was relieved beyond words when the blonde followed him with out complaint, even allowed Sasuke to lie on top of him. He kicked his shorts and boxers off and used his feet to push Naruto's off his ankles as well. He allowed his legs to rest between Naruto's and was gratified when the blonde eagerly wrapped his legs around his waist. He shivered when Naruto pulled back from his neck and whispered in his ear, “Please, Sasuke…please.”

 

He thought he knew what the blonde wanted, but he asked, “Please what, Naruto?” He pulled back far enough that the lust darkened blue eyes were meeting his.

 

“I…I want you…” the blonde managed to blush through the flush of arousal, “I want you inside…please”

 

Sasuke looked at the stranger before him. Pleading instead of demanding, uncertain instead of cocky. He liked the change. He wanted to give this Naruto everything he asked for. He brought a finger to the boy's swollen lips, tracing them lightly. “I like it when you beg, Naruto. I love hearing hunger in your voice. It makes me want to do what you ask.” He just wanted to hear more…he wanted to hear more of that hunger that burned through him. With one hand, he blindly sought out his bedside table, knowing he had some lotion on top of it. He'd read a couple of things when he decided it didn't completely disgust him to be attracted to Naruto, and he knew that he needed something to slick the boy's passage or they'd both hurt.

 

Naruto noticed the motion, and thinking that Sasuke was considering leaving him, he panicked slightly, wrapping his arms and legs tighter around the pale boy. “Please, Sasuke, don't leave!”

 

No longer in the mood to insult or tease the blonde clinging to him, Sasuke bent down and gently kissed the kiss swollen lips that had a slight tremble to them now. “I'm not leaving, idiot,” he said, his tone fond, gentle. “But, if you want to enjoy this, we need this,” his hand had just landed on the bottle and he pulled it over, showing it to Naruto.I'm not leaving, idiot,” he said, his tone fond, gentle. “But, if you want to enjoy this, we need this,” his hand had just landed on the bottle and he pulled it over, showing it to Naruto.

 

Blue eyes blinked in surprise, which combined with the arousal and panic on his features was almost comical. “Why do we need that, Sasuke?”

 

It took a great deal of restraint, but Sasuke managed just to groan at the blonde's question rather than insult him. He figured insults would result in him not getting what he wanted, so he answered, as calmly as possible. “If we don't use this, it's gonna be bare skin against bare skin and a whole hell of a lot of friction. It'll hurt a whole hell of a lot. I don't wanna hurt, and I don't think you want to either.” Naruto silently shook his head, relaxing his strangle hold on the boy above him. “You sure you wanna do this, Naruto?” Sasuke answered, looking the blonde in the eyes.

 

Naruto held his gaze steadily a moment before answering, no hesitation in his voice, “Yes, I'm sure I want to do this, Sasuke.”

 

Sasuke groaned again, burrying his face in Naruto's neck, whispering against that column of flesh, “I'll do my best not to hurt you.”

 

Naruto's hands wandered into black hair as he whispered, “I know.” He tipped his head back, relaxing, allowing Sasuke complete reign over his body. He could feel Sasuke's lips against his neck, burning trails down, tracing his collarbones, and onto his chest. There were several spots where he could not hold back his groans, the arching of his body, when the dark haired boy's lips touched them. To his relief, and his building frustration, Sasuke lingered on those spots just long enough to draw out another groan before moving on, down. As the pale body slid down his, he let his legs relax to the ground, his knees bent, falling open, allowing Sasuke freedom of movement.

 

Sasuke blessed every god he could think of that the lotion had a pump top. He didn't think he could cope with any other type of opening at the moment. The sounds Naruto made, the openness of the body below him, made thought difficult, almost impossible. As his lips touched one of the pale pink nipples on the boy's chest, his hand, now covered in lotion, slid between the open legs and blindly sought the dark hole hidden there. Naruto's body arched into his touch and his fingers slid in to the opening, perhaps a bit too fast as the blonde hissed. He was going to pull back, but Naruto's hands stopped him from moving his head. “It's nothing, don't worry…I was just surprised,” the blonde panted. Sasuke hummed against the nub of flesh between his lips, bringing his teeth into play, nibbling gently, as he drew his finger out and shoved it back in. Naruto's body was writhing beneath him, the blonde panting and groaning wantonly, holding Sasuke's head against his chest. Slowly, Sasuke withdrew his finger completely, relishing the boy's sound of disappointment before he reentered with two fingers slowly.

 

A loud groan escaped Naruto's throat. He'd never felt so…so…he couldn't come up with a word that was wonderful enough to describe how he felt. Then, Sasuke's fingers began to widen, stretching him, and another groan escaped him, the feeling even better than before. Yeah, there was a little pain, but it was nothing he couldn't cope with. When the pale boy's fingers brushed up against something inside him, he lost the ability to think as his world exploded in a wild kaleidoscope of colors and sensation. His body was trembling when he was next aware of it and Sasuke's black eyes were burning into his. Weakly, hungrily, he mewled, “More…please.”

 

Hunger burned though the dark haired heir of the Uchiha clan. When Naruto's body had arched back, he'd pulled back to make sure he hadn't hurt the blonde. The wild passion he'd seen was almost more than he could bear. He wanted to feel that tight body that was clenching his fingers clench around another part of his body. Unsure how, he managed to ask, “More of my fingers or are you ready for more?”

 

Naruto rolled his hips, “I want more…more of you.”

 

Sasuke used his free hand to pump out some lotion and rub it onto his aching shaft as he kept his fingers moving within the writhing begging blonde, unsure how he managed such complicated coordination just then. He pulled his fingers out, using the now free hand to brace himself as his other hand guided his erection to the prepared hole. He grit his teeth, fighting for the control he needed not to ram his cock into the blonde.

 

Naruto, however, didn't have any qualms, and wrapped his legs around Sasuke, pulling him close when he felt the other's shaft against his entrance, forcing Sasuke all the way in with one swift movement. Naruto gasped in pain as Sasuke shook above him, both in a world of pain and pleasure neither knew existed. Finally, between his teeth, Sasuke managed to ask, “What the hell were you thinking, idiot?”

 

Naruto whimpered, tears in his eyes, though he wouldn't have admitted their existence, “You were taking too long, bastard.”

 

“I didn't want to hurt you, stupid!”

 

“Who said I hurt?” Naruto growled out, his mind denying the tears, the shaking, the pain.

 

Sasuke rocked his hips gently and Naruto gasped in pain before a groan of pleasure escaped him. That was too much, the pleasured groan. Sasuke kept moving, the gasps of pain diminishing as the groans of pleasure increased. Shaking took on a different tone, from controlling pain to ecstasy. Naruto began whispering his name in time to his thrusts and it was driving Sasuke wild. Not wanting to silence the delicious cries, but needing to taste the blonde, Sasuke's lips went to the blonde's neck as Naruto wrapped his legs around Sasuke's waist.

 

The building pressure of need caused both boys to move more quickly. Naruto's cries became incoherent and Sasuke pushed himself up, wanting to see the blonde's passion. He reached between their bodies, grasping the blonde's erection. The change in their position caused his shaft to brush up against the spot his fingers had found before. Naruto's body arched again, his ass coming off the floor, pulling Sasuke deeper, barely allowing the dark haired boy room to move in the circle of his legs. Sasuke managed to move, though, his hips and hand moving in concert, bringing Naruto over the edge of passion. The blonde's body was hotter than it had been as it gripped his shaft, milking him, rippling along his shaft, driving him over the edge with a final thrust as the world stopped moving and nothing but the blinding pleasure mattered or even existed.

 

Panting limp sweat covered bodies littered the normally clean bedroom floor along with discarded clothing and a bottle of lotion, lying on its side. Both boys seemed to be asleep, resting after a great effort, neither willing to move or talk or do anything that would break the somewhat restful mood. Slowly, their breathing calmed and both did fall into a gentle dark slumber, each grateful to whatever god it was that granted dreams to come true.