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LuckyNumberSeven7	By : Chria Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1684 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-LN7 Chapter # 1 Famous Last Words
- 2-LN7 Chapter # 2 Shut Up Or Suicide
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LN7 # 1 Famous Last Words

Sasuke loathed looking at his bed. Ironically, his dislike, had nothing to do with the way his bed appeared. There was actually nothing wrong with his bed visually. The bed comprised of a small comfortable mattress on a raised slap of stone neatly covered by a thin white sheet. Plain and functional as he liked all of his personal belongings to be.
The sight of the suspiciously innocuous place of rest simply reminded him of what would occur upon its surface. He would train until he needed to sleep and then he would dream. The finished thought left him feeling justifiably uneasy.
Those damned dreams...
Were slumber not a required requisite of getting stronger, he might have forgone it altogether.
He heard the Kazekage rarely slept at all. Must be nice.
If anyone were to imply he would find some semblance of solace in the old nightmarish dreams of his youth, Sasuke would have run his Kusanagi straight through their head to end the implication on their tongue. Now in retrospect, he considers those bloody recollections as night time reminders of who he needed to kill, despite how frightening they were at the time.
Directing his eyes away from the irritating piece of furniture back to the steady glow of the candles set before him, Sasuke realizes, no, those old painful wounds were familiar and acted as a blanket of darkness. Something he can use in a practical way to wrap around him and strengthen his resolve. The weight of it something only he can bear.
Taking a measured breath and closing his eyes. Sasuke finally relaxes his body from its previous tense position on the floor, legs crossed, hands in his lap, back straight. Sasuke resumes his prior attempt at a meditative stance.
And fails.
As he once again is distracted by his own thoughts.
Curious on what had triggered his subconscious to respond when Sasuke had taken to as much isolation as possible.
Concern about how this would affect him while awake.
Frustrated by the notion, that at least in his dream state, his sense of control is less than absolute.
And lastly, the most comfortable emotion to address: Anger.
Reliving the Valley of The End in vivid detail nightly is currently preferable to the complete aggravation that is fucking adolescence.
Until recently at least. Shit. The idea put out as quickly as it lit up. Just as night time thoughts about the Valley of The End have finally decided to appear infrequently. It was assumed, his mind was settled. And satisfied with his choice. The only choice there can be. But before Sasuke could be pleased with this quiet acquiescence. There began an unusual shift to the confrontation itself. Highlighting details that become tinder to a different sort of fire.
The violent clash between Naruto and himself, once a primary component to his dream world. Now skimmed over, treated like an over read book that has Sasuke skipping chapters to where his mind now lingers in the aftermath. Revisiting Naruto's peaceful expression in extreme acuity, the droplets of rain lining his wet eyelashes like a spider's web.
Somewhere between watching a raindrop bead up and bend a blonde lash. Sasuke blinked.
The world would cut away to reveal something worst or better.
The intensity and heat of those extremely frequent dreams torture him awake to full hardness. His libido a morning traitorous organ he did not foresee poisoning his mind and wreaking havoc on his body. Dead set against provoking himself further by means of base forms of manual stimulation. It has become a habitual practice to meditate until he is placidly in control once more.
He doesn't dare dwell on events unfolding in the dreams themselves, deeming the motivation frivolous at best. Yet, he cannot deny how affected he is by them upon awakening. His current shattered focus on meditation prime example of this. Layered by some unknown fear of what they could mean shaking the very foundation of his disciplined mind.
Sasuke acknowledges to himself he is wary for good reason. The instincts of a shinobi rising to the forefront relaying its message of danger lying ahead should he proceed. Despite this, his innate arrogance creates doubt in his caution. Enough to demand a challenge he could not ignore.
Just this once, I'll indulge myself to show I do not fear what these pitiful dreams wish to show me.
So he allows the vision to surface and be remembered.
Darkness and a blindfold. It hadn't occurred to Sasuke his dream would begin with a mysterious lack of visual reference. The experience alarming all other senses into rapt attention. The loss of sight electrifying enough to have him quiver with anticipation.
He knows someone is with him watching. A mischievous presence devouring every inch of him in a teasing caressive leer. "Heh. Well..." The words drawled out sensually. "Don't you look sexy." The amusement of this person's voice warming Sasuke's skin by degrees. Feeling less insulted and more...turned on.
An arm suddenly grips his shoulder to hold him steady through his apparent urgency for contact. The trembling smoothed over by the touch allowing Sasuke to feel he can finally breath. The other arm caressing him in a soothing placating manner. Fingers running from his shoulder to his chest looping around in a swirl pattern about his pectoral. Around and around until his nipple is reached as the goal from the labyrinth of touches. The nub is flicked to pebbling hardness. Its twin unforgotten by mouth and teeth. The hand with a firm hold of his shoulder lets go to occupy the place the mouth was. Helping its brother by tweaking the nibbled nipple creating an exquisite dual sensation. Coarse fingertips rolling them back and forth, an unforgiving tide of pleasure while this person clearly watches.
Oh god, that feels good. The ministration pulling out a long drawn out sigh from Sasuke.
"Pervert." Sasuke then manages to grunt out. The keen observation of this person too obnoxious to go unremarked.
The person groans heavily then moans somehow more noisily than Sasuke himself despite the individual being the issuer of said pleasures. A body leans over in his ear to cockily whisper something that makes Sasuke very pink.
"I love watching how hard you get for me. Even tho, ya know, there's more obvious places I could put my hands. Heh."
Sasuke doesn't need to see the absolutely filthy smirk adorning the face to know it is there. So obscene.
The perverse language reminding Sasuke that this fool can't seem to get to those other places fast enough. So Sasuke bites. The cord of neck very inviting for his teeth.
"Ow. Still hot tho."
Getting the message for hands to be elsewhere before Sasuke decides to bite again. I'll bite anyway. Like I have a reason not too. The rough pads of fingers make a hasty decision to steal Sasuke's thoughts away from abusing necks to slide from his chest to smooth down his abdominal muscles which contract and shiver until he is gripped so profoundly, it has his buttocks clenching.
"Ahhh." Finally. Yeah, keep both your hands there, stupid. And shut up.
"Hey!" The sudden yell accompanying an abrupt hold so painfully tight Sasuke mumbles a quick squeaked out apology when he realizes he said that shit out loud. "Saa...sorry. Stupid."
"Maaa...good enough." The rest lowered to a petulant grumble that still sounds arousing to Sasuke. Parts of the grumble pieced together sounds something like "-if this wasn't your dream-" and "-kick your ass-." Sasuke is unable to wonder long on the weird tidbits of conversation because those hands begin to move in such a way that curls his toes into eye twitching brain numbness.
The pace is set sensually slow. A thumb rubbing the head of his cock with each upstroke of one hand while the other twists. Oh god. So good.
A need makes itself known. These heathen touches are so acute he is always lost to the sensation but this time he remembers he wants to see his erotic tormentor.
"I want to see you." He meant to sound demanding not so damn desperate even to his own ears.
A breathy laugh answers him while the hands continue to give him an out of body experience.
"Please." Damn.
A pleased exhale cools his shoulder in a delightful shiver.
A faster pace. It feels like a reward to Sasuke.
"I'm not stopping you." The voice states offhandedly in a sing-song manner.
Sasuke moves to lift the blindfold but his wrist is stopped and held fiercely.
"But once you see me you'll never be the same. You'll always remember you begged to see me. You won't be able to hide." The voice confident in Sasuke's apparent need to do so.
He is let go finger by finger and then feels a warm wet mouth where the other hand used to be.
Shit! I'm gonna cum.
But he is so close to knowing, the truth a tossed aside cloth away.
He's never been this close before.
I gotta fucking see!
He rips the blindfold away from his face to stare down into two entirely surprised blue eyes and a mouth stretched tightly around his cock.
The sight is terrifying in its intensity.
What the fuck?!
After a heartbeat of staring, the astonishment drops away from blue eyes to fall into shades of darker lust. The mouth unceremoniously giving one solid suck that obliterates Sasuke's threshold for pleasure completely.
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Sasuke later awakens to cold darkness. The candles snuffed out from the force of well, not from whatever the hell he was doing to himself. The lack of wind to be able to do so dismissed as a technicality and blamed regardless. His hand around his cock, harder to causally ignore. His pants cold and wet from his cum, the cake of a bad day. His head aching from evidently banging it on the floor, the icing to make it worst.
The revelation chilling his bones more than the temperature around him.
Sighing out a breath. This is why meditation is necessary. His mind goes to useless places in his sleep.
Honestly, why am I fucking surprised? Wouldn't it figure that those dreams would be about him. Do I really gotta thing for that loser?
Doubtful. Its just punishment for his on the whim decision to let him live.
If I killed Naruto when I had the chance then maybe I would have something useful to dream about. Sasuke chastises himself viciously. And I had more than one opportunity to do so.
Deeming he will not be the only one having a bad day, a snake is released to politely demand a lesson from Orochimaru.
Fuck.
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