Adult-FanFiction.org : Naruto

Fake a Smile	By : Mandymoo Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1527 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters used in this story. I do not make any money from this story.

Chapter List
- 9
- 10
I've been such a bad writer yes yes. I'm sorry for leaving you guys :) And GothicLolita! Wow, so thorough! And to think I foolishly thought you hadn't read this XD Thanks for all your reviews, truly. They made me smile lots. Also, you are perfectly right :) The chapter names are supposed to make a kind of sentence, a poem if you will -though it was not designed to rhyme. I'm glad someone noticed it :)
Anywho. I have no idea whether this will be the end or not! I just don't know what else to write beyond this, but I hope there is more to come. Anyway, let me know what you think! Thank you for your patience... and again I'm sorry. Have some kitties?

Oh and btw, there is no lemon in this chapter, sorry! A little lime though! So enjoy. <3

Sasuke’s P.O.V
We sat on the carpet, legs crossed, facing each other. Naruto stared at the ground, his hands balled up on his thighs, his teeth chewing at his lower lip.
“I’m sorry Sasuke. I just can’t” He said, leaning back on his elbows and closing his eyes. I sigh, covering my eyes with my hands. I knew this would happen but I was hoping he may be able to push past it all. He was still scared of me, scared of me and the alcohol. Naruto didn’t trust the stuff. He didn’t trust me with it either. I wanted to show him that the alcohol is harmless, if you have it in small amounts. A bottle sat on the carpet between us as well as two glasses.
Finally, Naruto stood and left the room, leaving me to stare at the carpet, wondering what on earth I could do to make it right. Finally, the thought came to me and I gathered up the bottle and glasses, stashing them in the cupboard before joining Naruto in my bed, curling my arm around his waist lightly, planning for the next night.
By the time I had roused myself from sleep, Naruto had already left, leaving the bed unmade on his side. I gave an exasperated snort of laughter before heading to the kitchen. Again I found reminders of his stay, including a half empty mug of coffee left to cool on the dining table and an empty bowl. Rolling my eyes I placed these in the sink and ran the water over them, smirking to myself. The plan was set and now all I had to do was get the necessary things and get home before he did.

Naruto P.O.V
Spending the day away from Sasuke didn’t really do much to help how I felt about the situation. It only made me anxious that I would go home only to find him drinking again and that was something I didn’t feel I could handle. And so that is how I found myself wandering the streets until it was well and truly dark.
Sighing, I finally turned around and headed back to our home, back to Sasuke. I know he only means well, but then again I don’t even know how I feel about this. I can’t be certain that he can stick to his promise and stay away from the alcohol, or even if he couldn’t if he could keep from hurting me again. I come across the house, but the windows are dark, none of the lights are on and I find myself wondering where he could be. As I push the door open, a heavenly scent fills my lungs, Sasuke’s wood fire scent mixed with the burning smell of candles and the faint aroma of roses. I stand in the doorway, my eyes closed as I breathed in deeply; taking in everything there was before I stepped forward into our lounge room. Sasuke is sitting on the couch, his pale hands folded in his lap as he stares into a candle. I close the door and he looks up, his face brightening as a smile slowly pulls his lips up.
“Naruto…” He whispers and walks towards me, his arms held open. I feel my face break into a smile as I rush forward to embrace him, burying my nose into the crook of his neck, breathing his scent deep into my lungs. I feel like I can’t get enough of him in this moment, his body bathed in a soft orange glow, his hair slightly damp.
Sasuke takes my hand and breaks free of me, his eyes seeking out and holding my own for what seemed like a millennia. I clench his hand tighter in my own and try to pull him close again, making him chuckle lightly. He pulls me to the couch, and leads me to sit down before kissing my forehead gently and walking to the kitchen. I sit in silence, finally noticing the cliché music he has playing softly in the background and I fight to stifle a grin. This moment just seems so perfect, Sasuke is perfect and I start to wonder why I was making such a fuss. This Sasuke could never lay a hand on me, never in a million years. Not intentionally, not in his own mind, and I suddenly realize it was only ever the alcohol. That underneath that liquor was Sasuke, this caring, emo guy that just loved me. I grin at the thought and bury my face in my hands, laughing at my own stupidity.

Minutes pass and clattering could be heard from the kitchen until my raven finally emerged, his hands full of bowls and cups which he sets down in front of me. Ramen, his romantic night’s meal is ramen. Sasuke sits down beside me and picks up a bowl and a set of chopsticks before lifting a mouthful of the noodles to my lips and holding it there, waiting for me to open my mouth. I look at Sasuke, fixing him with the most intense stare I can manage as I part my lips and take the noodles from the chopsticks slowly, watching his face carefully. The smile that adorns his face sends butterflies straight to my stomach and I reach up to hold his wrist, keeping his hand in front of my face as I take the chopsticks from his fingers and place them on the table, keeping a tight hold on his wrist. I lift his hand to my face and press it to my cheek, closing my eyes as his warmth seeps into my skin, my hands clutching his to me. Sasuke reaches up with his other hand and runs it through my hair, leaning forward to kiss my neck gently murmuring something into my skin, over and over again. I watch him with half-lidded eyes as he caresses my neck with his lips, nipping slightly in places but not hard enough to draw blood or for me to experience any pain. Finally he stills, his breath trailing across my shoulders, his hand still held to my face.
We sit just like this for what seems like an age until I pry him from me, staring up into his dark, lustful eyes. I know what we need, I know what I need. My lips find his hand and I kiss his palm gently before letting it drop into his lap and standing, heading over to the kitchen. I need for him to know that I’m ok with him, that I trust him and know it wasn’t Sasuke himself who hurt me, but I wouldn’t let it get that far. With a nervous smile, I pour a mouthful of sake into two cups for Sasuke and myself and walk back to the lounge room where I sit myself on the floor between his knees, offering the cup to him.
“No, Naru. I won’t.” He chokes and leans back, covering his eyes with his hands again. I down my cup in one gulp and climb onto his lap, holding the second cup in both hands, letting it press into his chest. Without a word I lift the cup to his lips and wait. Sasuke purses his lips shut, and murmurs another disagreement before I press the cup harder and he gives in, opening his lips just a fraction for me to pour the liquid down his throat. All the while, I myself am biting my lips. Inside, I’m scared of what he could do, but I know I have to trust him and so that is what I do. Sitting back, I let my hands rest on his chest, the cup still clasped in my left and wait for him to look at me. His hands slowly leave his face and he looks at me, his eyes haunted as he inspects me as though he expects to have hit me already. I shake my head gently, smiling and I see him relax, his shoulders slumping into the couch. I lean forward to kiss him and taste the sake on his breath as I slide my tongue into his mouth, taking control of the kiss.
Once Sasuke had calmed, we returned to our meal, feeding each other from one another’s bowls and talking about many nonsensical things. The things that don’t matter really, like how was your day, and the weather is nice. Once the food is gone, Sasuke pulls me from the couch and leads me outside to where more candles stood in the pebbles, a small blanket spread out on the ground became our bed as we lay down under the stars together, my head resting on his chest while his pale hands stroke my hair absently. I feel as if I can fall asleep but I do my best to stay awake, I don’t want to miss a moment of this night.
Sasuke’s P.O.V
What was he playing at? Feeding me that sake, against my will none-the-less but at least he is satisfied. At least he has shown that he can trust me, and that alone means the world to me. I was scared he may have given up trying to be comfortable around me. But at last, we lay outside, his head on my chest. Its weight restricts my breathing, but I can’t be bothered pushing him off, it just feels perfect to have him here like this, relaxed and happy like we once were. Perhaps we will make it through this, but I don’t want to give myself too high hopes. Although I’m sure he really meant it, I find myself wondering if he was just swept away in the romance of it all. I run my fingers gently through his blonde hair, relishing the feel of it until he reaches up and takes hold of my wrist, pulling it down until he rests my hand against his chest. It is awkward, but I can feel his heart beating beneath my palm and I close my eyes, letting the beat drown me as his fingers caress the back of my hand, following the lines of the tendons and veins, all the way up my arm and then back causing shivers to run up my spine.
“What’re you thinking about?” Naruto asked, his voice soft and tired. I chuckle lightly and reply without any hesitation.
“You.” I feel his smile against my chest and I smile as well, lifting his hand from mine to touch my face so he would know I was smiling too.
- 9
- 10
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Fake a Smile