An Urban Retreat | By : talutah Category: Naruto > General Views: 1381 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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The breath of life came hard and fast, deceptive in its constance. Sasuke could feel the blood drying on his neck, where it had not long ago flown freely from a cut that slashed an angry red line below his ear. The stained kunai was implanted in the wall behind him, further proof of a near-miss. The crimson of Sharigan faded into deep blaleavleaving him drained.
“That was excellent.” Kakashi was never anything less than cheerful, even fresh from cutthroat battle. As with their first fighting encounter, he always insisted his students come at him with nothing less than killer intent. He was beginning to find Sasuke something of a threat, although the boy was now panting so hard he couldn’t manage even to look smug.
“Same time tomorrow. We’ll work on reading genjutsu before it happens.” Sasuke nodded and then blinked in momentary surprise as his sensei disappeared in a poof of e. He. He sighed laboriously. Why did jounin always have to show off?
Outside, the typical bustle of Konoha was well underway, despite the fact that the sun had yet to rise completely. Sasuke took little notice of the mundane business as he walked along. He was usually some other place; not even his own thoughts. Just another world composed entirely of nothing. He had learnt the hard way that if he did not empty his mind, old thoughts and memories would come back to torment him.
Itachi was a bygone, of course, but not entirely. Their conflict had left open other questions for Sasuke, such as how he was possibly going to go about reestablishing his clan after so many years. There was the production of heirs, of course, but even now he was only sixteen. If there were other techniques he had forgotten in the trauma of his childhood, they were certainly lost now.
With another long sigh, Sasuke shoved open the door to his apartment. Though it was some of the village’s prime real estate, he rarely took pleasure in its expansive view or relative spaciousness. Looking at the plain black comforter on his bed now, he realized that after a grueling pre-dawn workout and long walk home, there was nothing he wanted more than to shower and go back to bed.
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“Naruto.” Sasuke had no idea how he had failed to notice his oft-coion,ion, leaning against the wall by the door. He was dressed in loose-fitting jeans and a black t-shirt with his signature spiral in red. The Leaf forehead protector was around his neck, a rarity, and the spikes of his hair glowed almost neon yellow in the growing morning light. Eyes half-closed, he wore his characteristic bored and impatient expression. For Sasuke, the idea of a shower had begun to take on new elements.
“Do you just walk into everyone’s apartment whenever you feel like it?” No irritation colored Sasuke’s voice. He didn’t particularly care, but knew it was his gods-given right and privilege to heckle the other boy whenever possible.
“No, only yours.” It had been many years since witty repartee between the two had degenerated to physical attacks, ever since Naruto had been acknowledged as a strong ninja and become secure enough in himself to take teasing in stride. Sasuke had never quite figured out how he felt about it, or whether it was even an improvement.
The light yellowed. A teal eye turned to Sasuke’s face, taking in the shallow cut.
“Kakashi-sensei kick your ass again?”
He gave as good as he got. Sasuke wanted to smile, but didn’t. Instead, he took off his high-collared black tunic and threw it at Naruto. “If you’re going to hang around and look bored, do my laundry.”
“Sure.” The response was entirely sarcastic. Naruto watched the muscles rippling under the pale skin of Sasuke’s back as he moved. He continued watching him as he removed the forehead protector, tossing it on the bed, and sauntered off into the bathroom. He heard the shower’s sliding door open, then the hiss of water running. Shrugging, Naruto turned away.
This was the best time of day to shower. The smart people were either still asleep or already up and at it, meaniherehere was always plenty of hot water left in the apartment building’s tank. Sasuke sighed, moving some steam around as the hot water hit his body in a fluid imitation of particularly soothing acupuncture needles.
He didn’t want to reach for the soap, yet. Leaning against the tiled wall for a moment, he could again feel the heat of another body against his back, pressing him into the grass. The smile finally came, quirking one corner of his mouth and quickly deepening into an expression of quiet intensity as he remembered what had happened afterwards. As the cascade from above plastered Sasuke’s hair to his neck and shoulders in wet black tendrils, he let his own hands slip down over his chest, palms-first.
It wasn’t as good, but still delicious. Arching his neck, rubbing the back of his head against the unforgiving tile in a bid for some extra sensation, he rolled the small nubs between his fingertips. Still searching, he pinched them almost viciously, imagining teeth. The steamy heat reminded him almost of a mouth, but he needed more.
There had been many nights like this, for years on end. No matter how many girls wanted to sit next to him in classes at the Academy, there had been no one to satisfy his needs. Perhaps if he had asked…but no, he hadn’t wanted to. Instead, as now, he had pleasured himself until he could sleep dreamlessly.
Those grim days were past, or had at least taken on new dimensions. Sasuke took his time now, rubbing his thumb-pads along the outer curve of his narrow hips. Slipping his fingers back up, all the way to the inner thighs, he paused for a long moment of suspense before finally reaching out to grasp the shaft. Instantly, pleasure moved its way from his cock to his spine in such a langorous wave that his knees almost buckled.
Turning his face upwards into the sweet rain of warmth and leaning into his own grip, Sasuke let it run over his face, beading on his long lashes and dripping off his chin. His self-ministrations were slow and tender for now, long strokes ending in a firm squeeze, thumb rubbing the underside on the way up each time. Sighing in the midst of building pleasure, Sasuke leaned back against the wall again.
The wall was different, now; he supposed it was the electricity of approaching relief transforming his nerve endings in strange ways.
“No, stent ent over.”
Sasuke gasped, black eyes widening. Before he could respond to that, a strong arm was gripping him around the chest, a hard chest pushing him down again, a muscular thigh shoved between his own. Most dramatically, another hand had pushed his own out of the way, curling warm and powerful fingers around his cocis fis forehead pressed into the tile in front of him, a sudden curtain of soaking wet raven hair blinding him.
“Aren’t we always hearing some crap about ninja not getting caught from behind?”
A retort would have been in place, but Sasuke had no prayer when it came to actually thinking of one. The sensation of his own empty hands searching for grips on the smooth wall combined with that of someone else’s pleasuring him in long but quick strokes, creating delectable friction even in the still-steaming water was more than enough to chase away all coherent thought. He could also feel a steely presenctweetween the curves of his ass, suggesting that his sudden companion was there to do more than save him the effort needed to add his own fluids to the water swirling below them.
Above him, Naruto sighed with lazy pleasure. If there was anything more entertaining to his sensibilities than seeing Sasuke bent over and pinned by his body, he had no idea what it could be. He enjoyed seeing how he could change the pitch and intensity of the breathy moans that pierced the foggy air with a flick of his wrist or suddenly letting his fingertips stray elsewhere. And then there was Sasuke’s palpable nervousness as Naruto’s own erection pressed against him, eager to be satisfied as well.
A bar of plain white soap glinted wetly on the shelf running along the side wall. Struck by inspiration, Naruto ran a finger along it without ceasing motion by his other hand. The kyuubi’s evmilemile crossed his face.
For Sasuke, there was a sudden new sensation: a rush of cool air as his as asscheeks were parted, followed by a probing where he had never been touched so directly. For a moment he panicked, thinking things had gotten out of hand. But it was just a finger, he realized, and besides that Naruto was still stroking him.
“Relax,” Naruto crooned, leaning far enough over that Sasuke could feel his breath against the exposed back of his neck. Sasuke held his own oxygen deep in his lungs as he felt the tip of the invading finger slide in, its way made slick and easy by the soap. It was an odd pressure, faintly painful although he was relatively relaxed, but no particular pleasure. But when the digit slid in all the way in a sudden smooth motion, and Naruto let it curl, that changed.
A heady cry cut through the mist. Sasuke never would have believed there could have been anything equaling the pleasure of warm palm and fingers caressing his shaft, but this was close. The fingertip had found the hard knot within, and was now stimulating it with exquisite care, making him thrust his ass back against his delightful tormentor.
Naruto felt the firm ass rammed against him, and couldn’t help himself.
“Well, if you say so…”
The finger being withdrawn made Sasuke whimper. Worse still was that the motion of the other hand lovingly toying with his cock had stopped for a moment. He tried to turn around, to stand up and assert his will in the usual way, but Naruto was still holding him down firmly. Agonizing moments later, he felt something new and slick and even harder probing at the opening beyond which he had found such ecstasy before.
Gritting his teeth, Naruto forced himself to control his movements. This was something he had wanted for nearly as long as he had known Sasuke, even if occasional lusty thoughts of their teammate had been able to distract him for short periods. The delicious ass gripping his cock was doing so forcefully, tight with the virginal tension of the usually confident and adaptive boy.
Well, he’d just have to adapt to this.
Releasing his breath with a hiss, Naruto thrust his hips forward in a fast, hard motion. The shaft slid all the way in in a rush of heat that Sasuke was sure was splitting him apart, unleashing a strangled cry. When Naruto shifted his angle, the tip hit that same internal sweet spot once more, turning it into a long moan.
Paradise. There was no other word for the consuming sensation of red-hot, slick tightness that encompassed and gripped Naruto’s cock, buried completely inside Sasuke’s lean but strong body. Grimacing with the pleasure, he dug his fingers into the boy’s asscheeks so hard it hurt his knuckles. With a twitch and shudder, he released his grip so he could let one hand slip back around Sasuke’s left side to wrap trembling fingers around his cock once more.
“You…have no idea…” The words were short, bitten off after each one. Naruto had no idea whether he had actually said them out loud. Regardless, he was shaken to the core by Sasuke’s own voice, trembling and husky and something it never was: imploring.
Instead of doing what he dearly wanted to do, pressing Sasuke further up against the wall and pounding them both into watery oblivion, Naruto forced himself to speak. His words came out as though pushed through a grater, rough and dim even to his own ears.
“Am I hurting you? Do you need me to stop?”
It did hurt, a little. An odd soreness of being stretched to his limit around the hard stabbing of male flesh that had slid so easily into him. But the fingers on his own cock were still producing delicious electricity that reverberated where the tip of the cock within pleasured him, and it was unbearably wonderful.
“If you stop, the first thing I’ll do when you let me up is kill you.”
Harsh words. Naruto hardly needed any more encouragement. Slowly, he withdrew, leaving Sasuke to feel the sudden emptiness forong ong moment before shoving himself back in with such force that Sasuke gasped, open-mouthed, water falling onto his tongue and slipping in a slow stream down his throat.
“You asked for it, you bastard.” Naruto’s voice was a growl now, his free hand wandering over smooth and slick skin, looking for a place to grip his impetuous lover even as they were both teased ever-closer to climax. His fingers found their way into the wet mane of black hair, and he pulled roughly, forcing Sasuke’s head back just enough for him to look into the face constantly being contorted by the nuances of pleasure and pain as he was pounded and stroked, pounded and stroked.
Sasuke choked on a bit of water. The resulting tightening made Naruto bare his teeth, flashing white in the thick atmosphere of steam and liquid water. The cobalt eyes were blazing with an emotion Sasuke could only imagine, could only tell himself the gift of his body was creating within the other boy. Then, as their eyes locked, Naruto lost it. A tendril of blonde hair pasted to his forehead by the water and his own sweat, he slammed into Sasuke with such force that they almost slipped.
Naruto caught them both, using sheer force and brute strength to hold Sasuke in place as the liquid white heat spilled out of him. Sasuke rested his forehead against the suddenly cool tile, blissfully cool, transfixed by the sensation of being filled with that molten essence of someone else. And it was in that moment, realizing that he was finally full, that he could not ever be less alone than this, that he reached his own climax. Naruto’s fingers still cradled him, still squeezed and strummed with loving care, even in the midst of his own divine need. When the exhaustion running through his veins told Sasuke he was drained, he allowed himself to collapse onto the floor of the shower stall.
This time Naruto caught him, truly, letting the lithe form fall into his arms. They curled together under the neverending rain of warm water, perhaps more lukewarm by now, still linked together in that way neither of them had ever reaimagimagined possible. Sasuke turned his face away from the driving spatter of water, into the safe warmth of Naruto’s shoulder. Naruto cradled the midnight head gently, now, planting a kiss between his eyes.
“Thank you.” The words were whispered, fluttering through Sasuke’s eyelashes and into his consciousness, or what was left of it. There was no pain now, just lingering aftershocks of pleasure and the oddly comfortable fullness. He sighed, then murmured into the firm flesh.
“Did I ever say I didn’t need to be loved?” Naruto thought about it for a moment.
“No.”
“Good.” Sasuke looked up at him. “Love me.”
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