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In the Mountains	By : Ljiljana Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 11

After the first contact, when Sasuke�s movements were slow
and sure, I knew he had made up his mind. I didn�t mean to just let him push me
back, - I had plans - but his palm on my chest set fire to thousands of my nerve
endings in that area, tiny electricity shocks danced around just under my skin
and I was lost in sensation, lost completely in the world that came to life
under my closed eyes. The edge of the bed, when the back of my knees collided
with it, was as welcomed as a floating board would be
for a drowning man. I would have been down anyway in the next second; my legs couldn�t support me any longer.

When Sasuke�s hands left my skin, in the void formed while I
was falling down, there was something akin to realization that things were out
of my hands, and that loss of control can�t be a good
thing. But just as my back hit the softness of the
mattress, Sasuke was already there, right over me and, oh dear God, his hands would be back as well, any moment now.

Sasuke was straddling my legs � to make sure I can�t do anything, of course, but way, way too low � and he
made a pause, looking down at me as I looked up back at him. He was resting his
palms on his knees, and I wished desperately I remembered to take my clothes
off. If I were able to feel him properly on my thighs, then I wouldn�t have had to fight not to grab his arms, to show him
exactly what I wanted him to do.

�Do you want me to touch you?� Sasuke asked, making the
question sound like a promise. Bastard that he is, he knew very well just how
much I wanted him to touch me, he was just playing with my head. There was
nothing for it; I nodded, closed my eyes and licked my lips, waiting.

There was nothing for a very long time - too long, too
empty, and too painful in that way when you know it�s
not physical but you have to tell yourself it�s not anyway - just the blood
pumping in my ears. He�ll want to make me beg I choked on the
thought, panicking And I can�t speak, I
can�t and I don�t want to beg for
something everyone else can have by default�

The light brushing of his fingers on my stomach shut down my
brain completely. I arched into the soft pressure, needing it to become firmer and wanting to make sure it�s real and that I will
remember it. Sasuke, as if he read my mind, placed his whole palms on my skin,
in a careful and achingly slow way. Then he moved his hands, they were
patiently tracing odd, random patterns on my chest, stomach and then even neck.
I started shaking from the effort to feel it all.

Then there was only one hand left, I couldn�t
feel the other. I cracked my eyes open t see what is he up to now � probably no
good, but still, I wanted to see. Sasuke was looking at his fingers, rubbing
his thumb against the other four.

�Wha..?�
I managed, when he frowned a bit and the hand on my skin stopped moving.

Sasuke licked his
thumb with the very tip of his tongue. I didn�t want
to close my eyes, but they slid shut anyway, so I heard his answer not able to
see his face: �Sugar.�

His palms were then back on me, moving and stirring goose
bumps, sweeter than sugar ever was.

It was almost like he was feeding
me, giving me something I needed to survive, but then his fingers hesitated on
the hem of my pants, just over the zipper, and my disturbingly strong hunger
for simple touch was once again polluted with a shot of sexual desire. I opened
my eyes. Sasuke obviously expected me to, because he smirked dimly, and undid
the button on my pants.

It wasn�t enough, because I
couldn�t move, I couldn�t even talk. I was flat on my back, content on letting
him do what he wanted, as long as he doesn�t remove
his hands completely off me. After a moment, his fingers stilled, and there was
annoyed hiss that almost made me panic again.

�I�m not going��
Sasuke started saying. Then he changed his mind, took a firm, hurting hold of
my chin, digging his fingers deep into my jawbones. When he leaned in, I knew
it wasn�t for a kiss even before he bit hard into my
lower lip. My mouth was flooded with blood that mixed with my saliva. The sharp
pain shocked clear knowledge of exactly what he was saying into my cloudy brain
� I�m not going anywhere.

Sasuke then kissed me, harsh and forceful, as if he owned me
and had every right to share the taste of my blood with me. It made me feel
other things besides his hands - how warm and soft his tongue was comparing to
his teeth and, when he moved slightly to reach me better, the shape and hardness
of his erection against my tie.

That is when I broke free of the haziness, when I comprehended
how this game was meant to be played. It is not about
sex, not at all. With Sasuke, in dojo
or in bed, only one thing mattered.

Being
on top.

And I knew just a way to do that. His
strengths and weaknesses were the same � that meant unbreakable concentration,
unbelievable speed and the odd inability to wrap his mind around the simple
concept of feints.

First, distract.

Both of my hands found their way into his hair that was
silky but long enough for me to grab him and break the kiss. It was only for a
moment, though. I just needed to be the one kissing him, so I poured all that I could into it - all the years that I
lost not knowing how to find what I needed, all of my need to make him never
forget this night. But I kept my eyes opened until
Sasuke�s started to slide shut � and it took a lot, that guy is stubborn � and
then it was it was the time.

�Off�� I managed to say around the kiss, tugging at his
shirt. Sasuke propped himself more firmly on his hands, and made a pause,
probably giving me a suspicious look. I prompted myself to follow his movement
so I could nibble on the side of his chin; his skin was tartly moist delicates and
I needed him not to see my face. When Sasuke finally started pulling his shirt
off with a hand � the one that wasn�t clutching my
shoulder - I took the full advantage of it. I got my knees free by grasping him
firmly with one hand on his waist and one on his ass and jerking him up, so he
can feel that I am just as turned on and desperate as he was.

Then, attack.

Now, when I could bend my knees, it was easy. Sasuke was off
balance and on his back in a second. I was following fittingly, not willing to
lose the friction against my crotch.

Sasuke was watching me with his mouth open and his eyes
narrowed � a little amused, a little surprised and a lot angry. I fought the
urge to singsong �Good Morning!� and
found the still very red hickey I left on his neck yesterday with my tongue.
The taste of his skin there was sharp; bitter. I couldn�t get enough of it, so I licked the slow trail up to
his ear, and scratched the earlobe with my teeth.

Sasuke let out a low groan, so sudden and gratifying; I had to hold my breath,
concentrating not to come. Only when I stilled myself, I realized that I had
been rocking my hips against him all along.

Never one to miss the chance � and I have to point out here
he had the advantage I didn�t have; free, although
spread legs � Sasuke pushed himself, bringing me with him, into a side roll. I
just had enough time to think Wrong side!
before the shock of pain spread through my back and my
head from hitting the floor forcefully.

If efficiently got rid of my edge, but Sasuke was still
flushed and breathless from reasons that had nothing to do with pain � or with his pain, in any case. I was a bit dizzy
from the collision, but I knew that if I don�t use the
advantage Sasuke just threw in my hands, I�ll never make it.

I pushed my hand between us and found his zipper. Sasuke was
bracing himself on the both sides of my head. Our eyes met as I steadily moved
the cloth of his underwear to the side and then my heart was suddenly in my
ears when I closed my hand around his cock.

Sasuke closed his eyes and opened his mouth slightly, but
his expression didn�t change at all otherwise. I
squeezed hard once. Sasuke shut his mouth, and leaned his head forward. I�m doing it right,
I thought and repeated the motion. Then I repeated it once again, and again, until
I got lost in the sensation of the tip of his cock bumping into my own with
every movement of my hand.

Sasuke took a long hissing breath, and I focused on his
face. I found nothing there, but the little spasms in his stomach muscles made
it perfectly clear what was going on. I fought against my own orgasm, strangely
curious if his face would change at all before the end. There was wet hotness
on my hand then, and I managed to hit my head once again back on the floor as
the first wave washed over me.

That was the best orgasm of my life. Best sex, too, even
though technically I just gave Sasuke a hand job and never even managed to get
out of my own pants.

And, well, if you can�t stay on
top, sometimes it�s enough to just win.

After couple of seconds � I will make a wild guess here and
say he used them to catch his breath � Sasuke looked back at me, searching
something on my face, and then lowered his head to see down where our bodies
were still touching

�I feel like I�m sixteen all over again.� I said, before he
could say anything. Sasuke got off me, sitting back at his feet. Amusement was
sparkling of him; if it was anyone else, I would be sure he was just about to
laugh his soul out.

Sasuke opened his mouth to say something, and I braced
myself for what could possibly get out, but instead of speaking, he tilted his
head on a side. �What?� I asked.

Sasuke shot me an annoyed look.

�Don�t you hear�? Oh.�
I barely managed to stand up when he was already out of the room.

The bathroom was flooded, it turned out. The towel I threw sidewise cut the drain off,
so all the water, which I had left running, surged
over the sink.

�Sorry.� I said to Sasuke, who was on his knees, trying to
clean up the mess. The bathroom was too small for me to offer help, so
apologizing was all I could do. Sasuke shut the door in my face.

I wanted to go back to the hotel, but the front of my pants was stained, and I had no idea where my shirt was, so I
walked around the house aimlessly. Sasuke found me in the living room when he
got out with his hair damp � obviously, he had a shower - watching that picture
that was taken in front of the fountain at his home.

�I thought you went back.� He told me, sounding a little
surprised.

Surly even Iruka would be easier to handle than this
bastard�s mood swings. I should have
left before he came out. This situation was impossible to manage, surreal and
those words were damn well painful to hear.

�I will, just as soon as I use the bathroom!� I snapped, with the defensive undertone I
hated in my own voice.

�I�m not asking you to go.� Sasuke said while I was
sidestepping him on the doorway. �You were not in the bedroom.�

Well, it would have been a little odd if I was there without
him. It was Hinata�s room, as well. But I was very
glad he looked for me there first. Now when my insanity almost dried away, I knew
just how stupid and ridiculous the entire situation was, but I had no strength
left to deal with thinking about that right then.

�I hope not all of your towels are pink.� I told him, even
though it wasn�t technically an answer to what he
said. Also, I kind of assumed he would allow me to use
a towel after that mess. But it seemed Sasuke had
other things in mind.

�What?� He hissed, grabbing my arm. �That was about that?�

That was about that,
all right. If we were normal people, capable of simple communication, the line
would go �You lured me in my matrimonial bed because you were jealous?!� As we are the
most ungay-ish gay or almost-gay people in the
universe, both �you lured me in my matrimonial bed� and �jealous� were
perfectly well off being referred to as �that�. What was important is to
understand each other, and I knew just what he meant with both of his �that�.

I snatched my arm back, even though it still felt amazingly
warm and nice. I am a touching whore, apparently. Just can�t
get enough of it.

�I don�t like pink.� I informed him before closing the
bathroom door.

�Good.� I think I heard from the other side, which I didn�t understand at first. It really wasn�t
any of his business what colors I liked and disliked; even if it was about
people it wouldn�t be� When the warm water soaked what was left of my tension,
I realized that he was talking about Sakura. Not that it was any of his
business, but was it even possible I thought I was in love with her just a few
short weeks ago? It was unimaginable now; she seemed so distant, like a bare -
although pleasant - memory.

My shirt was wet, neatly spread to dry. I also didn�t want to use the same underwear, so I had to go back
and find Sasuke so I could beg him to loan me something, even though I planed
to go right out of the door. But if Iruka saw me like
this, wet and half-naked, he�d have killed me. Pneumonia! He would shout into my
face, trying to check my forehead for fever at the same time. And he would probably demand of Sasuke to
examine me again, which would just lead us into making a circle.

It looked like Sasuke predicted what I would do. He was
sitting on his bed, with one leg spread and one bent, dressed and leaned
against the wall, when I walked in. On the dressing chair, there was a shirt,
obviously meant for me, and so dark blue, it made me pull a face at it.

�It really was like in Kakashi�s class.� Sasuke spoke. After
some hard thinking, I realized he was referring to what I said earlier about
being sixteen, while I was dressing. He wasn�t
gloating, that was a relief. It struck me odd that there was no mortifying
atmosphere between us, like I imagined it had to be with Sasuke. And with me, looking
Hinata�s things all over the place. But all I could
sense was that for maybe the first time since we met, there was a friendly mood
in the way we acted around each other. �It explains why he kept his one eye on
us like a hawk.�

�It does?� I asked, and kneeled with one knee on the end of
the bed, not sure what to do. I didn�t really wanted
to go, and Sasuke was making an effort of actually having a conversation with
me.

�He was probably afraid that something like this would
happen.�

�What?� I asked, trying to wrap my mind around Kakashi�s
weird way of thinking. �Then why the fuck did he kept pairing us together?!�

Sasuke then gave me a real look, one of those that you feel
like scanner searching for anomaly in your body. I set next to him, so he can
give me that kind of look only sideways, which was never as efficient.

�I guess he thought you were talented.�

That didn�t explain much, in my
opinion.

�So, what? He helped me develop by
letting you put me in the hospital twice a month?�

�That too.� Sasuke said, frowning
at me in a manner that I identified as confusion after some effort. �And there
was also that when you first showed up in the class, you would panic whenever
someone tried to do a technique on you.�

I couldn�t remember, to be honest.
The first couple of classes were marked as �unsuccessful� in my memory, but I
forgot specifics. It was a little strange Sasuke remembered them. But I knew where the conversation was heading to now.

�Except for you. I didn�t panic
with you.�

�Heh.� Is all he said before
wrapping his hands around me, and dragging me closer to lean my back on him.

�I don�t like this.� I said. It came out as a sigh, because
I was very aware of his hands under my shirt already. I could feel myself
drawing in a shuddering breath and automatically leaning further into his
touch. God, if felt good�

�This, Naruto,� Sasuke almost whispered,
very close to my ear. �Is not a normal reaction to a simple touch.�

I opened my eyes, not even sure
when I closed them, and tried to free myself. Sasuke held on tighter,
efficiently keeping me against him. The will to fight drained off, so I snapped
instead:

�I know that! Don�t you think�� I noticed how I become softer then mashed
potatoes when you put your hands on me?! �I know it�s not!�

He didn�t let go. I didn�t even struggle. I recognized the silence; it was of a very
specific kind. After couple off seconds, I spent switching between relaxing
into the sensation of the almost-hug to the absolute dread from what was
coming, Sasuke finally said:

�What happened?�

But my reaction on the question
itself was unexpected. I did what I�d never done
before, and reached the scars on my cheek with my hand. They were still there,
as expected, thin and odd, and right where they always were, refusing to go
away just because I wanted them to. Sasuke�s arms tightened further around me.

�It�s connected?� He asked. His tone had not changed.

I nodded, before giving myself permission to do so. The well
familiar voice from my nightmares boomed through my mind and I could feel my
stomach clenching under Sasuke�s fingers.

Clever little boy you
are, aren�t you Naruto?

I swallowed the melon in my throat I snapped at Sasuke
again, well aware none of it it�s his fault, but
unable to fight it:

�Why am I talking to you
about this anyway?�

Sasuke added more strength into the slow pattern he was
drawing on my stomach with his hands, and said right into my ear:

�It�s because I�m stroking you like an overgrown cat.�

He was doing it on purpose; I knew that right away. He was
using my weakness to satisfy his curiosity. But the
word was already half way out, there was nothing I could do � and I didn�t
really want to. It�s not like anything I said would
leave this room, anyway.

�Fox.� There it was; the single
most hated word I knew, on my lips.

�Fox?� Sasuke repeated, and stopped
imprinting paths in my skin.

�He was�� I said, choking on every breath, and they were
coming fast and in gasps. I wanted for Sasuke to go
back to what ever it was he was doing with his hands, so I pressed my hand over
his. When he got it, and the slow, almost hypnotic pattern restarted, I was
finally able to continue. �Holding me. Down, he was
holding me down and��

Clever little boy you
are, aren�t you, Naruto? Like a fox.

I could feel Sasuke opening his mouth for the next question,
still so very close to my ear. I stiffened on the way I confessed it all; he�s going to ask �who�
and I might tell, I just might tell him.

�Why?� Sasuke asked instead, a little tremor of disgust in
his voice. Not even why he was holding me down, but why would anyone do that to
a child.

�I hid under the table when he attacked mum.� I said. Then
it hit me, I just told him, I just�
but there was no time for thinking about whether Sasuke would catch it or not;
the words were coming much easier now. �And he was mad, but also� proud? That I
knew I should hide, or whatever. Clever boy. Like a
fox.�

�That�s why � whiskers?� Sasuke did make it sound like a
question, but it was a question he already knew the answer to.

�Yeah.� I whispered, feeling
horribly guilty. Iruka would pay his weight in gold for this conversation.
Sasuke wasn�t insisting I look at him while talking, and
that helped a lot. Also, his clinical approach - no
sympathy in his voice � combined with his hands on my skin�. I opened my mouth
again; suddenly grateful he was willing to listen.

�He was holding me down � his hand was so big� No, it wasn�t, I was just small, so small he could hold me down
with one hand and I couldn�t� I couldn�t -�

�Move.� Sasuke finished for me. I
knew I sounded as if I was on the edge of crying, my voice high pitched and
broken, but I wasn�t. Not even close, something heavy
lifted from my chest. It was just that I was talking about it willingly for the
first time. �So why are you not in some�?�

What ever he was about to say got lost in the loud buzzing
of the door bell. Sasuke leaned just a bit closer; I
could feel the shape of the words and the hot breath on my shoulder when he
said:

�Here we go.� Then he pushed me away to get out of the bed.

�Oh, God,� I said, as the thought fell on me. �What time is it?
I haven�t told anyone where I was going, if Iruka couldn�t��

�It�s Neji.� Sasuke interrupted me. �Come on, get dressed.
You want to hear this conversation.�

A/N: Oh, come on! Sasuke is married for years to a girl, and Naruto was wearing a �Touch me only when you absolutely have to!� memo around his neck in
bed until this point! You didn�t really expect of me
to let them get out of their pants on their first try, did you?

Besides, I need a plot break, or I will have a heart attack writing this.
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