Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Pumpkins and Ravens ❯ Part 1 ( Chapter 1 )

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

Sasuke had returned to Konoha a little over a year ago and it seemed very little had changed since then. He was outside the walls of the village taking a late night walk or run depending on his mood, something he had started doing in an effort to get to sleep or just to while away the hours of insomnia. Today he was walking, feet rustling the dying leaves under foot, absorbing the crisp chilly air.
Sasuke was aware of everything in the surrounding environment. He was out here so he could breathe; sometimes he felt so confined inside the town, people always watching him, the quiet whispers that passed ignored. He varied his route each time he came out here, heading further away from the pale lights of the leaf village. His goal was the small abandoned cabin that he liked to visit; he had discovered it a month or so ago on one of his nocturnal jaunts.
A small, derelict wooden cabin, it fit his mood right now - cold and empty.
The dark haired man took to mulling over his latest problem as he walked. It wasn’t a big issue to anyone else, but to him it meant the difference between the potential happiness he had desperately worked so hard for and the empty hole he was scrambling to get out of. He had been in a very dark and lonely place for so long that when Naruto found him he had grabbed onto what little was left of the emotions he had buried to accommodate his lust for revenge.
Itachi and the other Akatsuki where gone and yet the darkness remained.
After their dramatic return to the village, where he had been half draped over Naruto’s broad shoulders, covered in blood, they had barely seen each other and whenever they encountered each other it felt too awkward to remain. So much had changed between them and most of those changes where unwelcome – the distance that separated them the most unwanted.
They exchanged lame excuses and he watched as clouded cerulean orbs turned away from his longing gaze. He missed the blond so much. His heart ached for him. Naruto was the very symbol, in his mind, of all the good things that had come to pass since his brother’s betrayal; but now he was being abandoned all over again and the pain couldn’t be compared to what Itachi had done to him, it surpassed it in so many ways.
The problem this time, aside from the now regular avoidance, was that Kiba had told Sasuke in his blunt way that Naruto would be out with Sakura on a date all evening. The raven always asked after Naruto to make sure he was doing well, usually he enquired with Shikamaru but Kiba had found him first. Sasuke knew that when he had heard that news it was the first time the others present had seen any real expression cross his face since his return. He never smiled anymore – there was no reason too.
The quiet gasps that had echoed off their lips at Sasuke’s bereft look snapped him back to his usual mask of indifference; effectively hiding what was underneath. He had shrugged off Shikamaru’s unusually concerned hand with a look and a shake of his head. Sasuke had walked away, headed home to the empty Uchiha district to salve his ruined heart. He felt like he was bleeding out all over again, emotions sliding away to leave a hollow place where his heart had been.
That is how he’d ended up out here, walking around in the dark, when everyone else was enjoying the bonfire/Halloween festival that had been organized months in advance. Sasuke had been searching for the elusive blond to ask him if they could go together, spend some actual time together and he had hoped that they could head back to how things used to be between them. He would rather have Naruto as a friend if he couldn’t keep the blond for his own. Apparently Naruto had other plans.
Sasuke could feel the deep furrow etched into his forehead that had erupted on his features after he had left the village. He always played his emotions close to his chest, using his everyday mask to hide himself, just like he had when he had left the village the first time. He nibbled on his lip, whilst he thought, something the blond had told him he had a habit of doing, as he moved further along the path to the cabin.
His thoughts turned to the blond, they were only three years older and yet he had changed a lot in the time he was absent. Sasuke smiled at the stray thought, having memorized Naruto’s body on the rare occasion he had met with him in the bath house. Naruto was taller than him now by a good 6 inches, his chest and shoulders broader, muscles firmer and more defined. The blond had worked hard for that physique and it showed – he was strong and much sharper than he used to be. Yet still completely unaware of the raven’s feeling s for him.
But in Sasuke’s eyes there were some things that hadn’t changed, the devil may care grin was present, though over this past year it had become more strained around the edges and his eyes where as bright as the clear autumn sky. He loved to watch Naruto and often had when he felt at his worst, offering generous smiles to his friends, absent touches and his eyes shone brightly.
Sasuke missed those touches, the fact that someone would rest a hand on your arm as a show of concern like Shikamaru had done. Naruto was a touch orientated person, free with his affection unlike the more reserved Uchiha.
Sasuke had considered the problem when it had started and had found that it was his presence that triggered the lost look in Naruto’s eyes, the strain on his smile, he was unhappy; so he had removed himself from the equation, in the hopes of making Naruto smile again, limiting their contact to his own forlorn stares and their awkward encounters.
In time his old friends had come to trust him again, though he kept his distance from his once steadfast team mate, as he proved himself to everyone, showing that he was still a trustworthy shinobi. He had garnered his jounin rank and had got to work caring for the village of hidden leaves whilst avoiding and needing the one person he couldn’t have. His most precious person – one Naruto Uzumaki.
He arrived at the clearing struggling with his emotions not knowing how to resolve himself to letting Naruto be happy with someone else. The raven sat down at the edge of the small area of open space, not taking notice of the cabin at the centre. He pressed his back up against the thick trunk of an old oak tree, feeling the contours of the bark through his thin grey sleeping shirt; he hadn’t really dressed for the temperature but paid it no heed, he was too lost in his own mind for that. Sasuke tilted his head up to the heavens eyes firmly shut, feeling the damp grass at his feet soak through his loose black trousers.
He just sat there for a time, trying to put his thoughts together, listening to the occasional firework being set off in the distance. What would he do without the blond? Sasuke tried to reconcile himself but he felt the pain in his chest constricting around his heart, the darkness encroaching on his only fragile glimmer of hope. With Naruto gone from his life, he’d be alone with no hope of ever coming back from the ever encroaching darkness.
He could feel the sting of impending tears behind his eyelids, prickling and begging for a release he had never indulged in. Sasuke remained in that denial, clamping his eyes closed and shaking away the sensation, his dark locks brushing across his cheeks. He scrubbed at his eyes with his fingers attempting to push the sensation away. He lowered his hands from his face when his eyes became increasingly tender from his ministrations, planting them firmly in his lap and blinking out into the clearing at the small cabin.
He hadn’t noticed before but there was a small light filtering through the warped glass, no more than a tiny candle flame guttering in the darkness. Sasuke’s curiosity peaked; he hadn’t believed anyone else knew about this place, and he had claimed it as his own. Somewhere he could sit and think in the dark of night. The candle flame guttered and almost went out, he rose to his feet intent on discovering the source of the flame and whomever may have lit it.
His footsteps where silent, distinct evidence of his shinobi status, as he drifted across the crisp leaves, leaving no footprints in his wake. Sasuke was moments away from reaching the door when a resounding crash echoed through the otherwise dark building, his training prevented the startled gasp from escaping put his heart tripped at the sound. The noise was closely followed by a high pitched yip that sounded more animal than human.
Sasuke reached for the handle, checking, with his ear against the rotting wood, for what may be inside. Sasuke found nothing to indicate any hostile intent or possible danger, so he reached for the cold metal of the doorknob. He grasped it firmly and turned slowly, trying to avoid the likely squeak from years of disuse.
The handle made no sound as it turned, Sasuke arched his dark brow in surprise but remained silent, pushing the door inwards to see nothing but darkness and the faint glow of something that must be the candle in the window, though it was oddly colored.
Sasuke hadn’t brought his kit with him so he had nothing to light the cabin with; he cautiously entered on silent feet and headed for the sole source of light. His sharingan remained dormant. Sasuke had found that it was slowly deteriorating his eyesight and he was trying to retain his own vision for as long as possible, plus it put a drain on his chakra, therefore he used it as sparingly as possible.
On reaching the faint glow, with a few near misses at stumbling over heavy wooden furniture, he reached the windowsill. Sasuke stretched out his fingertips and came in to contact with smooth, soft flesh that flexed minutely under his touch. Sasuke shifted closer to the object reaching out with both hands to press more firmly against the foreign object, finding a solid, curved surface, warm to the touch and with some sort of coarse stem .‘Well that is just – weird.’ His voice was a whisper in the velvety darkness.
Sasuke had found a pumpkin or more precisely someone’s Jack O’Lantern.
Sasuke couldn’t figure out what a pumpkin, never mind a lit pumpkin, was doing in an abandoned cabin. It explained the muffled light he had seen from the outside. He turned the vegetable to see a gruesome visage staring back at him. Sasuke lips twisted in a grimace of distaste, but he dutifully picked up the unwieldy thing and went searching for more candles.
After searching through a few draws, Sasuke found the required waxy items and lit them off the candle inside the pumpkin, depositing them around the small room. The clatter had come from the kitchen area, he placed the unwieldy vegetable down on the nearest counter and bore two of the candles in that direction, finding a number of pots and pans scattered across the wooden slatted floor, making a brief mental note to check the ground for rotten wood.
Sasuke squinted in the inadequate light at a small furry looking thing that was half tucked into a large paint pot set off to the side of the counter on the floor.
He planted one of the candles onto the counter above the tin and the other on the floor next to the furry bundle. He reached out tentative fingers to brush soft, downy fur; he couldn’t determine the colour in the darkness but he scooted closer. Sasuke became steadily frustrated with his debilitated vision and deep scarlet swirled across the iris, littered with three tiny black whirls. His eyesight improved dramatically and he could see that the small bundle was an animal of indiscriminate origin, the paint that was apparently still liquid was scattered across the boards as well as covering the small furry animal in bright viridian.
Sasuke felt a cold chill race down his spine and turned to search the room with his heightened vision looking for the source of the draft. He discovered that the cabin had a second door in the back and it was slightly ajar – most likely where the little critter had gotten in from.
He carefully extricated the unmoving body from the paint pot, to find bright splotches of emerald green splattered across the animal’s fur and now on his hands. He scowled down at the messy animal. He saw a glint of reflected light and found that what he had assumed was an unconscious, harmless animal was in actuality a seething ball of angry teeth and fur.
It scrabbled to get out of Sasuke’s grasp, leaving the skin covered in small scratches and nips from sharp teeth and claws. Sasuke didn’t release the tiny animal, intently looking for any other signs of damage that its apparent hissy fit might hide from his expert eyes. Sasuke was intrigued by the tiny beasties reaction, ungrateful little bit and yet it made him smile at the tiny bristling thing.
He looked at it some more trying to identify it in the darkness. He made out an animal of dog-like features about the size of a month old puppy. In an effort to get a bit closer he started a steady stream of reassuring monologue, soft and without any real meaning; anything to calm it down as he gentled his once restrictive grip around its middle. Sasuke cautiously brought it back towards his body, the only source of warmth in the room and winced when clawed hind feet came into contact with the sensitive skin of his thighs through the thin black fabric.
Sasuke couldn’t really rationalize why he cared about the small creature but it could be explained by his own turmoil, his need to care about someone – the object of his affections was off-limits and most likely having a great date with the pinkette.
Sasuke frowned again, his eyes returning to their darker hue as his concentration slipped back to his own problems, he ignored the hell raiser caught in his palms until the deep bite of sharp fangs bit into his thumb. The little beast had wriggled around enough to get his head around far enough to cause a great deal of pain to the offending digit.
Sasuke shook the little thing just enough to shock it into stillness, muttering dire expletives at the abusive creature. The animal whimpered quietly, cowed by the shake it had received and Sasuke felt a pang in his chest for treating it so roughly when it was most likely a wild animal and didn’t know any better. He brought the creature up to eye level, their eyes locking, his voice returned to the soothing tone he had started with.
Sasuke retained the eye contact that had been initiated as he carefully checked the tiny animal out by touch alone, reclaiming one hand to run delicate fingers across fragile bone. In his travels he discovered a possible break in the tiny animals paw and decided promptly to take it home for mending. He leant forward carefully and blew a gentle gust of air across the animal, hoping that it would acknowledge his scent.
That done he tucked the animal closer to his warmth and to its credit, instead of biting and clawing at him it tucked itself as close to his skin and warmth as possible, it’s cold nose disappearing into the crook of his elbow. He frowned at the suddenly submissive creature but, shrugged it off as pain induced insanity on his and it’s behalf as he made his trek to the door. Sasuke blew out all the candles in his wake.
He turned at the door, remembering something Naruto had told him once about this special night, going back to the counter that still held the large pumpkin, and curled one slender arm around it, bringing it out of the cabin and placed it at the guard position at the front door, leaving the candle lit to burn out at nights end. They were created to scare away the ghosts and goblins and it couldn’t do that stuck inside the house. He smiled at his ridiculous behavior and turned from the cabin, heading back to Konoha.


Sasuke made a beeline for the Uchiha district and the house he lived in, hoping he would have the supplies available to clean up and set the broken paw. The little creature hadn’t made a sound even when he had sprung up to bound across the rooftops in favor of being accosted on the streets by disgruntled individuals as he often had been. The quiet was a comfort as he quickened his pace, landing solidly on his balcony facing inwards to the dark window he’d left slightly ajar ready for his return.
Stepping down from the rail, he cuddled the creature in his arms a little more firmly in hopes that it may make some sort of noise and prove it was still alive and not going into shock as he feared. He got a half hearted mewl for his efforts and quickly moved inside, setting the small animal in the middle of his bed, creating a nest out of some of the blankets whilst he went about grabbing all the necessary items he would need for the mending and washing of the little beastie. He threw some logs onto the embers still burning in the small grate and lit a few candles around the room to supplement the light coming in from outside.
Sasuke had very few possessions; he didn’t have the time or the excessive funds it would require to refurbish the large house that he had inherited from his now deceased family. He would have been happier staying in a small apartment as far away from this desolate place as possible. Nobody wanted to live in this district anymore and he couldn’t blame them. There were far too many memories that haunted this place.
He shook his head to dislodge the maudlin thoughts concentrating instead on cleaning off as much of the paint as possible that coated the rusty coloured fur he could now see, cleaning off the creamy bib just under the kits throat it whined plaintively at him. He smiled at the little animal, correction what he had discovered was in fact a young fox kit, likely not long out of the den.
The small kit was his little distraction – he knew it was only temporary but it helped him to smother the thoughts that had been plaguing him surrounding his blond friend – where they even friends anymore? If his other friends could see him now they would be concerned for his mental state; this was so far out of character for him they wouldn’t really understand; but he thought Naruto might.
His gentle fingers rubbed away the paint with the small rag he’d found on his search and some warm soapy water, the little kit started to shiver under his ministrations. Sasuke carefully dried the little one off with an old towel hoping that being dry again would stop the fine tremors – it didn’t. He made quick work of carefully setting the tiny paw with his meager med kit, flinching at the quiet whimper that the kit made when he moved the injured limb.
The kit made little noise after that but the trembling increased and overtook the small frame and Sasuke knew shock had set in despite his best efforts. The house wasn’t very warm and making the small animal damp would have probably made it worse, he cursed under his breath and hurriedly tidied everything away. He tucked the almost clean kit underneath his feather down duvet, hoping the heat would help, whilst he stripped himself down to his dark navy boxers and ducked under the covers to join the shaking kit.
He hoped his body heat would keep the fragile animal warmer and assist it in fighting the fever. Sasuke curled himself closer to the kit giving his own warmth to assist in its recovery – hoping he wouldn’t get mauled for his efforts to try to save the small bundle.
Sasuke fell asleep with the tiny kit curled next to his belly it’s soft fur brushing against his muscled stomach. He gently stroked the small mammal in an attempt to comfort, the warmth of the thick duvets and the rhythmic motion had its effect on his tired body, lulling them both into an undisturbed slumber. The kit’s breathing slowly steady and the trembling subsided as it snuggled closer to the dark haired man, nudging its slender nose into the crook of his neck inhaling his scent and falling fast asleep.
He awoke when large swathes of piercing sunlight filtered through his filmy curtains, trying to burn through his firmly closed eyelids. He pulled the covers over his head and snuggled further into the warmth that was wrapped around him. He felt a distinct pressure curled around his torso and a weight upon his chest. Sasuke lay listening to the deep breaths that he could feel across his neck, stirring his unruly locks and a light tickling sensation against his jaw.
Sasuke lay there, mind still half asleep, happy to remain in the clutches of sleep for a few more minutes reveling in the unique sensations, never having been this close to such a delicious amount of warmth. As his sleep fogged mind began to clear, his eyes flicked open and he shot straight upright in bed remembering that there shouldn’t be anyone in his bed and the fox kit had fur not skin.
He scrambled out of the bed having both the light from the window and the piercing cold of the house hitting him in rapid succession. His eyes blinked rapidly to adjust to the dazzling brightness and his body trembled from the change in temperature, covering his skin in goose pimples, his body begged to be wrapped up in that warm embrace again. Sasuke’s mind wasn’t so sure about that – uncertain of who could be in his bed and where the little kit had gone.
When the mound in his bed didn’t move or make any noise to indicate being awake, he crept closer on silent feet, his body shivering in the cold air. Sasuke maneuvered around the clothes he had discarded the night before. As he approached he eyed up the hump in the bed, he could make out tufts of blond hair sticking out from the rumpled bed covers and there was only one person with that hair colour that knew where he lived.
His voice came out as a questioning whisper, “Naruto?” Sasuke couldn’t understand why the blond man was in his house, his bed no less - embracing him. The trail of goose pimples that littered the raven’s skin weren’t caused by the cold this time but the remembered sensation of being held in those strong arms and he wanted nothing more than to go back to them again.
Sasuke closed the distance to the bed, realizing his rapid exit hadn’t woken the blond man whom he knew from experience, slept like the dead. Naruto was still lost in a deep sleep, now cuddling his pillow instead. He watched the play of light over tan skin and the golden hue shimmering from blond locks, never noticing his own hand reach out to run slender fingers through unruly bangs, trailing down to the scars that where etched into that smooth skin.
Sasuke was lost in a daze, which was quickly diffused when the blond started to grumble and swat at his inquisitive fingers. He felt a smile quirk his lips at the kittenish action as he tugged the covers back so they exposed the young man wrapped inside them. He pressed some of those covers across his own lap to cover his modesty and keep him warm.
He had Naruto in his bed and his touch had felt so soothing against his own pale skin, his warmth seeping into every pore. Sasuke wanted the blond so much it was painful, but he knew that Naruto had probably gotten drunk with Sakura or something and ended up at his home by accident not even realizing where he was.
His lips shifted into a grimace at the memory of the date the blond had been on and his heart squeezed inside his chest. He sat watching the blond for a long time, uncertain as how to approach waking him up. Naruto shifted over in his sleep onto his stomach resting with arms sprawled wide and his large hands squeezing the pillow he had been clutching. What Sasuke wouldn’t give to have those hands on his body again, holding him tightly.
Sasuke’s gaze slid down and across the wide expanse of tanned skin now available to his touch, his attention caught on some small flecks of green that spread across the sun kissed skin and up into the blond locks at his nape. As his eyes flickered down again he noticed the remnants of a bandage carelessly unraveled around his left wrist.
Sasuke’s legs would have given out if he hadn’t already sat down, he perched on the corner of the single bed, eyes unnaturally wide, shock coursing through him as the idea took form, comprehension dawning on his normally empty features. His mouth dropped open and he didn’t see the blue orbs watching him from under lowered lashes, eyes that were tinged with a ring of red around the usually bright cerulean.
Sasuke tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t form right, “N-aru....you-r...a... I ... don’t...I mean...uhm.” He wasn’t expecting any response from the dormant figure but he hadn’t learnt from yesterday that not everything that looked asleep was asleep.
“So you figured it out teme.” The words where quiet and harsh and it caught and held Sasuke’s undivided attention, dark obsidian orbs locked with red rimmed sapphire. Naruto gave a half smile, half grimace up at the confused Uchiha; it was not a pleasant smile. Sasuke shook his head in disbelief, his eyes blinking rapidly and his hand reached out to touch the blond, he didn’t even realize that it was shaking. He had to touch the blond to make himself believe that he was still really here and Sasuke wasn’t dreaming all this.
Naruto watched his hand trembling and dodged around it as a small growl escaped his throat, “Did you follow me Uchiha? Did you!” Naruto was angry now the red rim was leaking further into normally cerulean orbs. Sasuke stuttered in disbelief at that statement, the anger drawing out the mask he wore so well these days as he withdrew his hand. There was nothing like a fuming Naruto to consecrate your new reality.
Sasuke attempted to shrug off Naruto’s accusations with nonchalance, “Why would I follow you? What would be the point?” Sasuke’s heart clenched at his dismissive tone and the way Naruto had used his surname rather than the usual fond insults they had bantered back and forth for years. He may have been gone for a while and they had been avoiding each other for almost a year but they were still team mates – weren’t they?
Naruto sat up in the pale covers and shifted his back up against the wall, ensuring the fabric remained over his more exposed areas. His eyelids slid shut as he took deep, calming breaths. Sasuke watched the blond, leveling out once more and when those eyelids opened again the red had receded. He desperately wanted to touch the man before him but instead wrapped his arms firmly around his waist, unknowingly betraying his nervousness. “Because you are always following me.” The quiet certainty of the statement made it a fact that Naruto had noticed.
Sasuke turned his gaze from his one time friend; he felt the mask he wore cracking under that steady stare. “S-so what if I did watch you? I didn’t follow you out there that is my piece of space, where I run at night. Why where you there?” Sasuke’s voice was trembling but holding as his anger increased and overwhelmed his nerves at the constant accusations.
Naruto’s eyes clouded with confusion at his statement not understanding what the Uchiha was saying, “You run at night? Why? I always thought....” Naruto stopped himself before finishing that sentence hoping Sasuke hadn’t caught the slip. Sasuke’s eyes burrowed into his own at the slip up and he knew he’d been caught out by the sharp man.
“You thought what? For that matter, why do you care at all? Go away Naruto I don’t want your pointless accusations.” Sasuke knew his anger was bubbling under the surface waiting to explode, he wanted to reach out and hit something, and it was making him say things that he would regret later but he couldn’t take it. Naruto had been the closest thing to a family he had ever known since his parents passed away and here he was saying cruel and hurtful things after a whole year of not giving a damn.
Naruto reached out to the dark haired man, wanting to comfort the tumultuous emotions he could finally see rippling across his face. He wanted to explain, “I thought you went out every night to be with somebody.” His voice was barely above a whisper, but there was a stinging sensation prickling the back of his eyes at the anger he was faced with from the dark haired man he had been trying his whole life to save, He watched as those dark orbs wavered at the words and then hardened in anger again.
The raven knocked the blonds’ reaching hand away, “What has that got to do with you?” Sasuke did not have the strength to feel Naruto’s touch on his skin again, his need for the comfort he so desperately desired refused because he was angry. “You left me alone; who I am now is nothing to do with you.” He rose on shaky legs, the duvet slipping from his lithe frame; he walked on unsteady legs towards the door leading to the rest of the house. He needed to get away from temptation and the source of his pain.
He never heard the blond move until he was wrapped up in warm muscular arms, imprisoning him against a well toned chest. He tried not to struggle against the larger man, patients often being the best recourse, he felt his anger ebbing as he tried to contain the whimper that wanted to escape at the sudden heat that had engulfed his body. “Let me go Naruto.” His voice didn’t shake, which he was proud of but it sounded resigned – no longer laced with the potential for violence.
Naruto leant down placing his lips by the pale shell of the Uchiha’s ear, “I’m not letting go teme, you’ve been hiding and I want to know why. Start with the night runs and then you can explain why you’ve been avoiding me.” Naruto’s muscles flexed at the sudden movement coming from the raven as he struggled to escape, but he didn’t release him as he squirmed to regain his freedom.
Their bodies rubbed together and Naruto held in the moan that wanted to escape as the raven unknowingly rocked against his already hungry arousal. They both knew if the raven had wanted to get away from Naruto he had the strength and the power to do so – the fact that Sasuke didn’t spoke volumes to the blond.
“Why I was avoiding you! How dare you! You were miserable whenever I was there so I stayed away from you, just as you had been avoiding me in the beginning and it’s none of you business why I was running Uzumaki.” Sasuke was fuming at this point as Naruto wouldn’t let him go his anger coming back at full force, he could feel his chakra rising and tiny sparks of electricity tingling against his skin as he scrambled to be let go from the warm embrace.
Sasuke stilled when Naruto’s forehead rested against the smooth curve of his neck, a quiet sigh escaping from his lips to gust over sensitized skin. “Teme - I wasn’t avoiding you I ...well... I was just ... gahh.” The arms released from Sasuke’s body and pulled him around ignoring the stings that landed on against tan skin from the electrical shocks, standing them face to face. The tattoo on Naruto’s toned abs catching his ebony gaze, before calloused fingers curled under his chin and tipped his face up to Naruto’s. “I can show you.”
Naruto’s thumb brushed lightly against Sasuke’s soft lips needing his permission to touch him, Sasuke felt himself tremble at the touch as he stared intently at the blond man hovering over him, was this all a joke. Was all this pain for nothing? Sasuke pulled away from the touch he had craved for years, moving away from Naruto once more feeling uncertainty rushing through his system.
“What do you want Naruto – because it’s not what I want I’m sure. How did your date with Sakura go hmm?” He couldn’t with hold the bitterness he felt towards the budding relationship. He knew then that he couldn’t deal with Naruto being with someone else and having to see it in his face every day. This current behavior was too much for him to endure after a year of neglect.
Naruto flinched back at the obvious venom that laced Sasuke’s words, seeing for the first time that his best friend was in pain and he hadn’t deigned to notice. “Teme... I didn’t have a date with Sakura – she was covering for me. She’s one of the few people who know the truth about Kyuubi. I don’t like her that way, she’s family.” Sasuke deflated at the statement, uncertain as to what the blond was referring to, this wasn’t how the Kyuubi manifested itself, and it never had been before.
He turned hollow eyes up to Naruto, “Don’t lie to me. Why did you bother bringing me here in the first place? I would have been better off out there.” Naruto could see Sasuke now, the depth of his despair, his pain and he wanted nothing more than to reach out and take it away. He had been so afraid of what Sasuke would think of him he hadn’t even considered that what he had done would damage the Uchiha this much.
“I’m sorry Sasuke – I didn’t know what I had done to you.” His remorse slipped though the barriers Sasuke was trying so hard to hide behind, the pain he felt clenching around his heart was unbearable and after all these years a single tear slipped from the corner of his dark eyes. Naruto reached for the distraught male and wrapped his body around him, sharing his heat with the pale man as he had done for him just the night before.
Naruto felt tentative hands reach around his torso and clutch onto his skin, the raven locks he loved so much brushing against his chin where the dark haired man had tucked himself against him. He nuzzled the delicate neck exposed to him and carefully let go, scooping the startled man into his arms and depositing him back on the small bed. Naruto clambered over the lithe form settling himself between slender legs and pressing himself against every inch of the pale man beneath him needing to hold the raven as close as possible.
He found the stuttering sentence Sasuke gave very endearing as he watched a fine pink tinge cross pale cheeks, “N-Naruto w-what are you d-doing?” It seemed that Sasuke had realized that Naruto was a) completely naked and b) Sasuke’s thin boxers where the only thing between them.
“I’m keeping my teme warm – what’s it look like.” The Uchiha flushed an even brighter pink and shifted underneath his tan body, causing the pale man to rub up against certain body parts. Naruto couldn’t refrain from the quiet growl he gave at the delicious friction and he felt Sasuke’s body stirring in answer.