Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Taking Your Life Back ❯ And A Very Merry Christmas Indeed ( Chapter 7 )

Aha! Update quicker! What, it's been like, 2 days! YES! Just to make up for that REALLY long one. I love you reviewers!

 

Okay...IT'S LEMON TIME! Well, inexplicit lemon that is...Whatever you want to classify it as. This is the first lemon I've ever done/posted, so go easy on me D: Really. Buttsecks lol XD

 

I want to take you to a gay bar!

I want to take you to a gay bar!

I want to take you to a gay bar, gay bar, gay bar!!!

-Electric Six

 

YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!!! XD

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Thank god for Itachi being away for the holidays. Not like he'd find much enjoyment here anyway, with a hateful little brother and his pretty little boyfriend always together, not giving him a chance to steal away Naruto. He was spending his Christmas with his friend Kisame, so I was all alone with little pretty boy here.

 

...Not like I would do anything to him he didn't want.

 

He's too wonderful to do that to. It'd break his very soul.

 

But Christmas Eve, after our adventure in the snow, we spent atleast an hour by the fire place thrown under fleece blankets and with cups of hot chocolate at hand. He had wanted marshmallows, but I told him I didn't have any. We sat there talking, rambling on about nothing, and every time he laughed, it'd make me smile.

 

It quickly turned to night, with the birds hiding away in the trees and the fireflies unveiling themselves from their shadowing wings. The crisp air held no hint of melting snow, but a crispness that held hint of further freezing. Naruto enjoyed that smell.

 

He had thought the fireplace too cozy, so he threw off the blanket, carefully tossed the empty mug aside, grabbed my hand, and glided to the door. I glared at him.

 

“We just got warm!” I had said.

 

“But this is winter! You can always be warmed by the fire, and you can always be cooled by the fan...

 

...But only one season can let you lie in the cold, dance in the cold, feel the cold in your hand...And that's why you need to enjoy it with me, Sasuke.”

 

The words had brightened the tone in his eyes to an ocean blue, but the size of those beautiful eyes had decreased to a pleased size, one showing happiness.

 

And that was enough for me.

 

He tapped the doorknob lightly before turning it slowly, almost as if time itself had slowed just for this moment, just so I could enjoy it longer...Thank you, Naruto.

 

The door slipped open, and we were both met with a shallow gust of snow, one that scratched at your face with its snowflakes, one that burned your eyes from the dryness, and one that cooled your warm skin to the point of freezing peacefully. I watched him, as he was met with the same wind.

 

His blonde hair had darkened in the grey color of the night just set, and his skin pale from the moonlight focusing on his perfect flesh. He stared out at the night, not finding anything specifically interesting, just looking out, just to see what was there in color, lost in a void of himself. His eyes, the source of all emotion, held within it a joy that one could not describe with words or actions, neither a gleeful jump nor cry of excitement could add up. The wind tussled his carelessly spiked hair, sending it flailing lightly with grace and beauty, a way one would only see in a slow motion. His rosy red lips turned pale from the night lights, drawing up into a smile left slightly agape, but not a hint of teeth were bared. His upturned lips held the true feeling of the moment, the true meaning of why he had wanted to stay outside, even if it got him sick.

 

It was truly beautiful.

 

I was tugged from my stupor by a much more literal tug to the hand. His smile had grown wider with still no teeth to be seen, just a full-on lip movement.

 

“...Come on, Sasuke,” he called with those smiling lips. I gulped and nodded nervously, trying to deny the fact that he was beautiful to him mentally. He knew better.

 

I stepped down the concrete stairs with a carefully calm sense of mind, while Naruto practically barreled down them, yet retaining his utmost beauty.

 

Trudging out into a 4 inches of snow coating the ground, he stood in the center of the lawn, staring up at the moon. Butter colored to the tiniest of craters, it was smiling down on the small body of Naruto, to show that even universally rotating rocks could love him, not just me. And he smiled back, but with his sharp canine teeth glaring out in the light.

 

Only those beautiful smiles, ones that hold no winsome, belong to me and me alone.

 

His slouched shoulders made him look even smaller, childish. Snow was still falling around us, building up the amount around our feet. I was standing near ten feet away from him, not wanting to ruin this with close proximities. Space added into the equation, letting me enjoy him from a reasonable and comforting distance. His hands lifted limply from his sides to slip palm up toward the night sky, midnight drowning him. I could hear the grandfather clock my father had bought only four Christmas' ago chime in the hour of tomorrow, officially making this not a night, but a morning. But the sky held no truth, since it looked exactly as it did five seconds ago, telling of no soon rising of the sun.

 

Naruto had turned to the sound with an almost violent jerk of his head, breaking the serene moment like glass. He then looked over at me, eyes telling everything to me, screaming at me to understand what was going through him that very moment, eyes beholding the emotions of a lifetime.

 

...Fear, anxiety...

 

...Happiness, wonder...

 

...Excitement, hesitation...

 

....Love...

 

...Hate...

 

...And last...

 

...The sense of need, a feeling you can't deny no matter what...

 

Whirling emotion caught me in its tightly-knitted web of affection, those eyes staring straight through me like I wasn't even there.

 

The chiming of the bells stopped almost abruptly, leaving us without a single strategic plan on what to do next, or what to say. But Naruto...He didn't move at all. It really was like time had stopped.

 

But as I slouched, trying to make the first movement, he was already way ahead, sliding over to me with furrowed eyebrows, a very depressing gesture on my part. His eyes were purely hesitation as he took a light hold on my jacket in his cold tan hands, rubbing fabric between fingers. Then they became warped into a sense of joy, eyes lit up peacefully to a cerulean. He pressed him head to my chest, shivering at the contact of warm.

 

“...I think I've got a Christmas present for you...”

 

I let out a small breath, a single shallow puff meeting the air beside his sunshine hair.

 

“...Oh really now?”

 

He lightly nodded against me, quiet to every last fiber.

 

His cold hands slithered up my face, fingers knotting themselves in ebony hair. The frozen digits bit at my skin, but I didn't want him to know that. His head lifted to mine, and we kissed timidly, a sense of tight woven sensibility wrapped tight around our bodies, allowing no more. His cold lips were pale like mine, touching and tasting and feeling. He still tasted like rum and apple, a strange concoction, but from what he tells me, I taste like vodka and cherries. What is the world coming to?

 

My hands grasped his lithe waist like I was handling a vase. They glided up and down over soft tan skin, feeling like I needed even more of the addicting stuff.

 

I hadn't realized he was dragging me inside until we actually met the end of a bed. We fell backwards onto the soft black comforter, disconnecting finally as his limbs hit the bed limply above his head, evoking a lustful feeling in my eyes. He looked so perfect, it hurt. With head turned lightly to the right, eyes still staring at me, small mouth partially open in a pant, and arms stretched over his head with a sense of comfort and longing.

 

He wanted me; I wanted him.

 

I had two hands beside his head, examining his open body with frustration. My eyebrows furrowed.

 

“...What are you doing?”

 

He smiled like he had just seen the most beautiful and peaceful scene anyone could ever even imagine as he threw off his shirt and mine. His face was beyond words. His smile opened:

 

“...I'm giving you your Christmas present...”

 

I wanted to attack him, ravish him, take him. His eyes held no further fear of the situation like he had, but a light excitement and pondering innocence about to be stolen.

 

“...Seriously...?” I whispered. He nodded. I still didn't remain compliant.

 

“...But if you don't really want to...” I began, but Naruto let out a calm breath, a sense of ease.

 

“...But I do, Sasuke...” he told me, “...I love you...”

 

Those words would have snatched anyone else up in a second flat, but I wasn't going to give in.

 

“...But if you don't want to, you don't have to. It'd ruin your Christmas, if you woke up regretting this.” He smirked at me, and I questioned with a lone eyebrow.

 

“...But it's your Christmas too, stupid!”

 

I finally let a smile hit my lips, curving the pale things upward to him. I put a hand in his hair and kissed his forehead.

 

“...You're right. I'm stupid...” he put both of his hands in my hair now, pushing my face into his collarbone with a quiet laugh.

 

“...You better believe it...And you call me stupid...”

 

“...Mmh...” I answered.

 

I would have expected this to be quiet and timid and by all means overdone. But we were still talking almost all throughout. My kisses were left all over his neck, bright bloody red spots adorning his flesh. I'd have to make him wear turtlenecks for a while.

 

He moaned into my hair as I poked a nipple with my tongue, and he began to shiver. I stroked his back as I continued, pitiful whimpers escaping him.

 

Trailing down his abdomen, leaving kisses in my wake, I pulled open the button, unzipped the closely attached teeth of the zipper, sliding the pants and boxers down to pool at his ankles before his feet twitched to throw them off. Looking down, I came upon his arousal. I looked up at him, but he only had his hands covering his face as he continued to shiver like he had in the mall.

 

“...Are you okay, Naruto?” I whispered. I was afraid he had begun to cry. “...I can stop if you want...”

 

“No!” he called out through muffling flesh. He continued to shiver like crazy, but I wondered if I could stop that if I could only please him more...

 

...I had never done a guy, less give one a blow job...

 

As I put my mouth over him, he threw his head back as hands shot out to scratch and claw at the blankets under him, a loud moan dripping from his mouth. The legs beside my head were shaking still, but the rest of him was on its descent to cloud nine. He tasted strange here, not like rum and apples. It was salty. I didn't like it much at all, but the look on his face, the screams he screamed, and it just made me want to taste him more. I sucked until a high pitch scream rose and led him to collapse onto the bed, spurting goo into my mouth. I gagged and was forced to swallow the burning liquid as it slithered down my throat. Letting go of his flagging flesh, I coughed lightly, trying to get it down so it wouldn't come back up in a most unpleasant way. I reached over to the side table and popped a breath mint. Better than that disgusting taste.

 

He moaned as I moved between his legs, his orgasm not ridden out entirely. But I watched him as he panted, writhed under me, moaned out my name in a way someone could die from a nosebleed. My fingers laced themselves in his hair, stroking thoughtfully. I kissed his cheek, and his arms shot out to wrap around my neck and pull me down against him, breathing still heavy. I continued to kiss him quietly, no further movements known to me then. He didn't seem to mind, as he was holding me tight so I could continue my loving gestures. That was until he thrust his hips up to me, and I gasped at the friction to my still clothed groin. Teenage hormones!

 

I stood up, hastily taking my pants off with fidgeting fingers. It was now or never.

 

I practically flew back to the bed, landing between Naruto's legs with a bounce that sent Naruto lightly into the air along with me. He gasped loudly as he fell back, me smiling atop him. He blinked at me.

 

“...You seem rather happy now,” he told me with a smile, looking up at me from his place, elbows propping him up. I nodded lightly as I leaned in to give him more and more kisses, lustful and wet kisses that one could drown in. Naruto writhed under me, so apparently, he was. Then, he failed to realize the bottle of lotion being uncapped, poured onto my fingers, and warmed with my hot flesh. Digits poised under him, I eased my way in.

 

His vision was blurry; by the way his eyes had darkened. A gasp escaped his mouth and he tried to buck away, but I shushed him with a hand in his blonde hair. He was still holding onto me for dear life, his hips twitching.

 

Everything was happening so fast...It almost scared me at the speed. I was soon seated deep inside him, fingers clawing at my shoulders with a voice echoing `it stings, it hurts' but I kissed those painful words away thoughtfully, though his moans continued. My shoulders were bloody along with his stubby fingernails. The pain I was enduring couldn't add up to his, even if these left scars, this couldn't be healed. This moment couldn't be erased from his mind. It wasn't like forgetting what you had for breakfast exactly a week ago; it was like forgetting what your name was, or where you lived.

 

And the fact that he could always remember this night, this Christmas morning, made me feel like I meant something to someone. And even if we don't work out, he'll remember me. Even if he forgets my name, one day, I'll still be that boy who took his virginity.

 

Thrusting began, and his legs locked at the base of my spine, clenching tightly to my waist as I plummeted. He was choking on his own breath, moans trying to escape breathless lungs, but the overpowering pleasure and lust was only feeding on his air supply. I had to stop to let him breath, but he only cried for me to continue. So I did.

 

His whimper turned to moans, moans to cries, cries to sobs, and sobs to screams. It almost sounded like I was murdering him, the way he screamed out as he threw his head back onto the pillow. Tears streamed from his eyes, glistening in the fading moonlight into morning dust. I would have been worried at any other time, because my senses were only on him, his body sweaty and gorgeous.

 

He came first, with a scream muffled by the arm he bit down on, blood quickly seeping through his teeth to drip down his elbow. His body twitched under me once before clenching painfully. I gritted my teeth as I thrust once more to be met with white spots behind my eyelids, pleasure tapping up my spine. I fell forward onto him, and he gave a tiny cry of pain from the movement and weight added to his chest. I pulled out softly, white escaping along with me to pool at his thighs.

 

It was over before it even began.

 

Fists beside his head, I loomed over him possessively. His eyes were closed as if in sleep, but with that heavy breathing, I knew he couldn't be. Our breaths met in the air as we panted together.

 

“...Are you okay, Naruto...?” I whispered breathlessly. He whimpered loudly, wrapping around my neck to breathe against my collarbone. It slowly began to soften, and I realized he had passed out. I pulled the blanket over the two of us, my own breath beginning to ease down to a point of exhaustion. I laid down lightly to the side of him, his arms still around my shoulders and his face still pressed to my chest. I left him a kiss on his forehead before I finally pressed my head to the pillow and closed my eyes.

 

...Now I can dream about him too...