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Kyuubi the Bitch	By : Lechan Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3775 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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A.N. So technically this was completed Friday night but I was uncertain of it so I re-chopped it and I still didn’t like it, so I went through it again, and so forth until today when I decided to say, “Screw it, this is a good as it’s going to get!” As such, I am sorry if this is not how you thought this would play out, but this is how Naruto and Sasuke wanted to be. Also I am SOOOO sorry for Sasuke’s OOCness. It is explained in the next chapter. Yeah his word vomit? It just kept going… LOL

Kyuubi the Bitch
Naruto
Chapter 7: Giving In, Giving Up, Putting Out

            Sasuke was back.
            Sasuke was back, and he had felt his chakra signal the minute he entered Konoha and then he’d followed it to Hokage tower. The window was open and he could hear the lying, deceiving, conspirators discussing their plans, and then Sasuke was leaving… again.
            The jerk was just up and leaving, and that wasn’t right. He was so angry he couldn’t see straight and then he’d hit him. God, how good that felt to finally slam his fist into the solid warmth of that ass-hole’s face. To see him fall to the ground and watch the dirt and grime soil those clothes because, damn him, he’d played him this whole fucking time! And he was not weak, and he could damn well help him on this stupid mission and—
            “Yeah, I don’t fight with demons.”
            What was that?! Fucking bastard didn’t know anything about him, and he was the one that said his feelings would never change! Not even because of—
            “I want to fight with my best friend, Naruto, but he’s currently letting a demon bitch win all his battles for him.”
Oh.
            Oh… that’s what he meant. It was just like what Yamato had said… he was right. Stupid jerk, why didn’t he just say so? Why was he such a—
            “I need you to stay here.”
            Sasuke, He was asking him to remain here so he had something to come home to. It was sappy, and completely stupid, and Naruto would beat his ass later for treating him like some girl—
“I need you to bare my children.”
What.
The.
Hell.

-3-

            Naruto struck Sasuke again so quickly and hard, and he was shocked that the other hadn’t been prepared for it, since Sasuke took the brunt of the hit Naruto was also quite shocked that his head was still attached to his body after that. He took comfort in the injured way Sasuke gripped his nose. At least that had broken, or at the very least bruised, it.
            “The fuck, you asshole?!” Naruto yelled, quite finished with the teasing. Sasuke had been doing that for the last fucking three years, he lost his right to poke fun at his problem. “That isn’t funny, dick-head!”
            Sick bastard. That really isn’t funny! God, I just got away from that Uchiha-babies bull shit and now he’s bringing it up like some—Naruto’s thoughts broke off in mid rant as Sasuke pushed himself up and looked at Naruto.
Not glared.
Not smirked.
But looked.
            Actually from the wide way those eyes stared at him it was clear that Sasuke was shocked, and from the violent way they had always acted around each other, it couldn’t have been from the punch. Maybe it was from his sloppy reaction time?
            Slowly that startled look—and if Naruto wasn’t mistaken, he’d swear there was fear there too—slipped away behind another blank mask, and Naruto felt his heart race in his chest as a cold dread seeped into his limbs. “Hey, say something, bastard!”
            His voice held an edge of hysteria as Sasuke remained seated, his eyes averting from Naruto as he smeared the blood that dripped from his nose off on his shirt sleeve. That was unlike Sasuke, well, at least it was off from what the composed Sasuke would do, seeing as he had just smeared blood on a white shirt sleeve. The jerk had too much sense to do that.
Hell, even he knew that blood stains were a bitch to get out of clothes.
            Sasuke slowly stood up, dusting himself off, as silent as death, and it made the arm hairs stand on end while Naruto’s instincts—imparted by Kyuubi—told him to flee.
            Swallowing hard and pushing that instinct away, Naruto scowled and stomped up to the other shoving him again, this time positive that he was again being messed with. “Knock it off, Sasuke, this isn’t funny anymore! Stop screwing with my head!”
            His words were punctuated by his fists grabbing the front of that blood stained shirt and hauling him forward. Come on Sasuke, push me back. Laugh in my face! Hit me! Do something damn it! Naruto internally screamed while his body quaked with tense fear when the reaction he got was anything but what he wanted.
            Coal colored eyes looked up at him appearing remorseful and held his own gaze steadily while the other made no move to strike him, to intimidate, or react to the accusations, and Naruto’s stomach plummeted to his feat making him light headed and causing his fingers to tingle.
            He’s… he’s fucking serious… Naruto gasped and let go of the other completely, lost in his own shock.
            How, and more importantly when, had this happened? Why was Sasuke suddenly asking this of him? Naruto shook his head, looking away from those too intense eyes and tried to figure out where that had come from, and when the hell he gave off any signs of being receptive to such a thing.
            We were fighting… he called me weak, and a girl… I beat him for it, we talked about Kyuubi… how much of an asshole he is… Naruto blinked. Nope. Nothing about babies and impregnating me through my butt.
            “Naruto.” The lack of insult made him jump and spin back around to Sasuke, his finger already pointed and he used it to poke Sasuke in the center of the chest keeping the distance between them considerable.
            “No.”
Now Sasuke frowned.
            “You didn’t even hear me out, dobe.”
            “Ah! Ah! I don’t have to! You’re talking about shoving your dick up my butt-hole and the answer is no. No way, no how, not in this life time!” Naruto continued in a voice that sounded frighteningly normal in comparison to the conversation they were having. Maybe, his brain had broken. That had to have been it.
            Trying to sort through the chaos that was Sasuke’s mind had officially broken his brain and now he was just running on auto pilot.
            Sasuke made a face. “Nice descriptors, idiot.”
            “Hey, you’re the one asking to do it, okay? I’m just paraphrasing.”
            Sasuke smirked and leaned forward putting pressure on his index finger until Naruto was forced to plant his palm on Sasuke’s chest and then lock his elbow to stall his motions.
            “Hey! Hey, personal space ass-blaster!”
            “Okay, so, since we are paraphrasing, will you kindly let me fuck your butt to impregnate you?”
            “No! God, what the hell is your problem—don’t touch that!!!!” Naruto squeaked and roughly slapped the hand that had reached up to paw at his front pocket. It seemed he was trying to use it to tug him closer. The amusement in black eyes grew at Naruto’s reaction, and he glowered wondering if Sasuke was joking after all.
            “Why not?”
            Naruto spluttered at the question, seriously wondering if Kabuto and Orochimaru had removed Sasuke’s brain while he’d been away. “Why?! Are you fucking retarded?!”
            “No, I am quite sure that I have the ‘fucking’ down. I am trying to show you—“
            “Gah! What the hell happened to you?!” Naruto cried out, stomping on Sasuke’s foot when it attempted to bring him closer. The hands stayed away proof that Sasuke was indeed trying to rile him up and not intimidate him. It made him feel less cornered but it was still irritating, and confusing as hell. “Are you another POD baby? Did Kakashi swap your brain for an Icha Icha novel?”
            Sasuke chuckled lightly and the expression and sound almost made him want to cry. This was the friend he remembered. The one who was so quiet with his humor and joy that was so private with it that when he expressed it, it was because he meant to share it. Yet, at the same time, he knew it would be short lived, because Sasuke was leaving him, most likely after this stupid argument was over.
It almost made him want the conversation to continue.
Almost.
            “Hn.”
            “Ah, shit, he did, didn’t he? I kn—will you keep your fingers out of my pockets?!”
Sasuke chuckled again and then stepped back and away from Naruto, giving him the space he’d requested, but it was somehow cold when that happened and Naruto missed his presence.
Yep, defiantly a broken brain.
            “Seriously, Naruto,” Sasuke began, crossing his arms and looking him dead in the eyes, all traces of previous humor gone once more. “I am asking you as a friend.”
            “… Uh, I wasn’t aware that friends did that to each other…” Naruto stalled, not liking the way Sasuke was looking at him and fidgeted slightly. “I mean this is my ass-virginity we’re talking about here…”
            Sasuke rolled his eyes. “Usuratonkachi.”
            “Hey! I don’t see you offering to bottom!”
            “I can’t get pregnant.” Sasuke smirked again, “But if you are saying that if I let you do me, I can do you, then, I can work with that.”
            “No! Damn it!” Naruto gaped, mildly astonished at the things that just continued to pour from Sasuke’s mouth. It was like he was a whole different person. Shit, why didn’t I see it before?! All those comments about my ass… I mean he was staring at it that one time… and then there was that awkward kiss… and then that weird thing with him sleeping with my sleeping cap… wait! He shoved that baton up my ass during the relay race too(1)! Naruto turned horrified eyes on Sasuke once again pointing his finger, “You were talking about yourself when you said I give the gay community hope!”
            Sasuke gave him a blank stare. “Naruto, we’re talking about babies and bloodlines.”
            “No, we’re talking about sex and you fucking my butt!”
            Sasuke smirked, and for a moment looked so much like the silver haired jounin that Naruto almost fell over in shock.
            “That has merit too.”
“Hey, I thought you were away from Kakashi this whole time! When did you become his disciple, pervert?!”
            “He was my contact here.” Sasuke responded flippantly shifting his weight to his left. He always did that when he was uncomfortable or insecure. He also tended to cross his arms when he felt threatened. Naruto blinked as both facts finally settled in and he came to a conclusion as to why Sasuke’s personality seemed to have made a complete one-eighty.
            Maybe… this is just as awkward for him as it is for me…Naruto thought feeling a little bad for taking it out on Sasuke just because he was stupid enough to ask something so insane. Maybe this is his way of dealing with it… maybe he’s attempting to make it a joke so that it won’t be awkward between us…
            Now that sounded like Sasuke. All the same it meant that on some level Sasuke had been serious and was now regretting his decision in mentioning it.
That made it awkward.
“Sasuke, why me?”
            Sasuke looked up at him and his weight shifted some more. “I need to be certain that at least one of my goals gets accomplished.”
            “Huh? What are you talking ab—“
            “Naruto, there is a good chance that I might not come back from this.” Sasuke said, and it wasn’t a plea, it wasn’t a desperate confession, it was just a statement of fact, and it chilled Naruto to the core, because Sasuke was right. He was going after an ‘S’ rank criminal, and he had no guarantee that he could win.
            Hell, everyday every ninja from gennin up to Anbu faced the morbid reality that any mission could be their end. He knew that, better than most, and so he could understand Sasuke’s point. That didn’t mean he had to like it.
            “Then why—“
            “Don’t be stupid.” Sasuke snapped with a glare and halted his words. Naruto swallowed back the question, and shook his head slowly.
            “So, knowing you might die, you want to be sure there’s another Uchiha in line to take on your revenge?” Naruto didn’t mean to sound so bitter, but it came out all the same. How was that any different from what happened to him? To Sasuke even? To do that to a child was just cruel, and Naruto had no intention of doing such a thing. “I won’t—“
            “No. Naruto, if I fail, I’m counting on you to take out Itachi, not my supposed children.” The words were no more than a whisper and they left him feeling hollow and full all at once. He couldn’t speak for a long time and found his mouth suddenly too dry to try. “I need an heir so that the bloodline can live on, so that, I can know that I accomplished at least one thing I set out to do, and to be certain that Itachi failed. To make sure that the name, Uchiha, lives on even after his end.” And now he was sounding impassioned, emotional, and slightly desperate.
Sasuke was more than serious, he’d actually thought about it long and hard.
            Naruto scratched awkwardly at the back of his neck. “Okay, I get that, but why ask me? I mean, there are plenty of girls who would—“
            “I need someone I can trust.”
            “Well, there’s Sakura.” Naruto started and watched as Sasuke actually flinched at the name. “… what? What’s wrong with asking Sakura to—“
            “When I think of her, I break out in hives.”
            “Seriously?” Naruto asked breathlessly. Well that would explain a lot really. Sasuke had always been quick to brush her off and avoid her.
            “No, idiot, of course I don’t.”
            “What the hell, then why not?!”
            “It has to be you!” Sasuke actually yelled, his arms uncrossing as he took up a defensive stance as though Naruto were attacking him. It left him speechless and gave the darker boy a chance to explain himself. “Look, I need someone I can trust, not just as a friend, but someone who understands the horror of what being different means. Someone who I can trust to protect my children from the council, who will be strong enough to handle whatever they might throw out when they come of age and activate the sharingan, if they activate it…” Sasuke stopped to breathe and actually ran his hands frustratedly through his hair. It was the first time he’d seen Sasuke-the-man look so fragile and it eased more of the tension from the air between them. “I need to know that if I fail that whoever is carrying my children can protect them from Itachi. Naruto, there is no female in the village who can do that. The only person who can guarantee me this, is you. You are the only one I know that can give me children and make sure that they are protected.”
            Those black eyes were boring into his again, sucking him in and the plea he saw there nearly ripped him in two, just as the faint blush that tinted Sasuke’s face made him all the more dear. Sasuke made a very good point, but Naruto was still rather partial to being male, and if he said yes now, there was no way he could ever consider himself fully male ever again.
Giving birth tended to take that away from people.
            “Please, Naruto. I need you to help me.”
Son of a bitch…
            Naruto pouted and kicked at the ground his hands fisting in his pockets as he glared at his dirt encrusted toenails. “You certain you’re going to die?”
            He didn’t have to look up to know Sasuke was smiling faintly at him. “There is that high possibility.”
            Naruto looked up with dirtiest glare he could muster and threw every mental curse he could at his best friend. “If you come back alive I’ll fucking kill you myself.”
            Sasuke’s lips quirked up as he held out his hand, fingers curled in a fist. “Deal.”
Naruto stared at the offering a long time, contemplating his sanity, but quickly gave up. If he was sane, he wouldn’t have chased after the asshole for so long. If he was sane he would have thrown him from the monument the minute he’d asked for this, and if he were sane he wouldn’t feel glad that Sasuke trusted him so much that he’d place his life’s mission, and the future of his clan, in his care and no one else’s.
            “Deal.” And Naruto reached out with his own fist and lightly knocked their knuckles together.
Yep, he was definitely certifiable.

-3-

            His palms were sweating and he was regretting his decision with every step he took toward the Uchiha district. He could feel Sasuke’s presence behind him, and it felt like a physical weight between his shoulder blades. “You can’t say anything about the mess, you left it to me after all.” Naruto said to break the heavy, uncomfortable silence that had settled between them from the moment Sasuke had flipped his hood back up and over his head to follow Naruto back.
            He did that on purpose! Naruto thought frantically, wringing his hands in front of him and rubbing the moisture from the skin on his pants. To keep me from backing out… asshole… I said I would… Naruto’s stomach made a weak flop as his heart fluttered frantically as he realized just how screwed he really was.
            Don’t think of it, don’t think of it! Naruto shook his head and swallowed hard forcing himself to calm. It was his ninja way, he had to go through with it, but all the same, he was man enough to admit that he was terrified.
            “Hn. So, glad you figured that one out, Dobe.” Sasuke’s tone suggested that he was teasing him again, and now that Naruto thought about it, Sasuke did that a lot when he wasn’t completely comfortable with a situation, and it helped to calm him some.
            Sasuke was just as nervous but he was putting on a brave face because he had thought long and hard about his options, and decided to entrust him with his future.
Naruto wasn’t sure how he felt about that one.
            It was a complex feeling. He was pleased and happy to be trusted and to really be a part of Sasuke’s family, yet he couldn’t help but feel like he was being cheated or played in some way. Add to that the fact that he was about to allow his best friend and rival to emasculate him in the most humiliating way. He was suddenly glad Tsunade had been so thorough before with her check-ups. As embarrassing as it had been, at least he had a good idea as to what to expect.
            “You so owe me Ramen after this…” Naruto grumped and heard the snort of amusement behind him and smiled a bit himself.
            He had been right.
Sasuke was his friend, and he hadn’t lied.
            Unconsciously he lifted his hand to run it over the metal plate upon his brow before a thought struck him. “Hey, bastard, where’s my hitai-ate?”
            “On your head, idiot.”
            “No, smart ass, this one,” and Naruto turned around and pointed at his forehead, “is yours remember? You took mine. So where is it?”
            Iruka had given that to him, and sure he was glad to have had Sasuke’s all this time, it had been his anchor when things seriously seemed the worst for them. Embarrassingly enough, that hitai-ate had been his reminder not to lose hope or give up, and sure he liked having it for many other reasons as well, but, he still had an attachment to his first one. Besides that, Sasuke had swapped with him as a symbol of their promise, and if that ass-hole had lost it…
            “Safe.”
            “What the hell does that mean?” Naruto asked as they reached the front of the house and stepped out of his shoes, pulling the door open without a second thought.
            Sasuke was smiling about something, though what, Naruto wasn’t certain of, and it made him frown.
            “Hey, what’s so damn funny about that?”
            “Nothing.” Sasuke met his eyes, smile now muted to the point that it was almost non-existent. “It’s safe. I just can’t wear it yet.”
            “Oh.” He really hadn’t expected a straight answer after the odd banter they had shared not long before, and Naruto once again felt awkward. He didn’t want to go inside now, he didn’t want to do anything to change things, and this would change things.
Wouldn’t it?
            “Stop it, Dobe.” Sasuke said seriously, stepping up and pushing passed him and into the house, his hand snagging Naruto’s wrist and dragging him along behind him. “You already agreed, so stop worrying over it. You’re not good at it anyway.”
            “The hell was that?!” Naruto yelled, continuing to rant as they moved through the house, though his arm remained lax and he followed without resistance until they’d reached the bedroom. “—furthermore, whose the one with the dying creature in his ass, huh? If anyone isn’t good at—“
            “Naruto, shut up.” Sasuke interrupted, turning him around and promptly shoving him toward the bed.
And just like that, the nerves were back.
            “uh… Sasuke…?” His voice came out almost a whimper and he felt like kicking himself for it. The darker one looked up at him as he was removing his ugly purple bow and sword from his back. The look he gave was blank, as though he couldn’t be bothered to be annoyed at Naruto’s yellow-bellied attitude. “uh…. Are we… I mean….now?”
            “No, Naruto lets schedule it for next week.” Sasuke rolled his eyes then and shrugged out of his shirt before walking over and plopping down beside him.
Not sauntered.
Not stalked.
He just walked up and sat down with Zero sex appeal.
            Amazingly enough it helped.
            “Of course now, when else am I going to be around?”
            “Way to make this feel special, ass.”
            Sasuke’s eyebrow lifted and he smiled leaning into Naruto’s personal space again and causing curiously flu-like symptoms to assault him. “You want this to be special, Naruto?”
            Naruto felt his jaw drop and his face flood with color when Sasuke’s free hand came up to trace the pattern of his jacket. “Uhhhhhh,” Naruto swallowed when his voice refused to create any other intelligent sounds, and watched as Sasuke’s lips quirked up in amusement.
The damn bastard thought this was funny.
            “I have to pee!” Naruto squeaked out, needing privacy to regain his control so that he could be the one pushing the buttons for a while.
            “No you don’t.” Sasuke responded casually, pulling back from Naruto’s personal bubble and allowing Naruto to process his words.
            “Huh? How would you know? Last I checked my bladder sends signals to my brain not yours.”
            Sasuke gave him a look that clearly stated that the Uchiha thought he was retarded before explaining. “Naruto, when you have to pee your knees turn in and you squirm a lot. You also tend to hunch forward and scrunch your face.”
            “Okay… that’s just creepy.” Naruto pulled himself away a bit acting as though Sasuke carried some rare disease.
Sasuke was not impressed.
            “Right, and your knowing how I liked my eggs cooked, and what kind of chocolate I ate wasn’t?”
            “That’s totally different!”
            “Really?” Sasuke countered crossing his arms and Naruto sat forward arms flying as he took a moment to clarify.
            “Yes, you dick! I only knew that because I was upset that Iruka gave you special chocolates when we all got the same stuff, and then during that damned bell test, when you offered your lunch with me you gave me the sweet rolled egg. Most people tend to eat that first. You gave it all to me.” The confident ring to his voice made the impressed expression in those dark eyes all the more worth it and Naruto puffed himself up a bit enjoying the moment.
            “So, you were jealous of me?”
            “What?! Where the hell did you get that from?!”
            Sasuke smirked and leaned back on his arms, his muscles shifting with the movement, it highlighted pale scars and Naruto mapped them carefully, memorizing them and feeling bereft when he could not place how the other had attained them. He used to know every mark on Sasuke’s torso, and though he was certain that was something he shouldn’t know of or care about, he found he didn’t like not knowing.
            “You said that you got upset because Iruka gave me a different chocolate, somehow special from the rest.” Sasuke paused to look at him, and the open expression of amusement was both startling and calming. Sasuke had changed so much, and most of it seemed to be for the better. “That’s called jealousy, idiot.”
But he was still an ass hole.
            “Piss off.” Naruto grumbled flopping back against the pillows and crossing his arms as he closed his eyes. “So what if I was?”
            The mattress shifted and Sasuke’s scent surrounded him. His heart did that odd little flip while his stomach flopped when Sasuke’s body heat sunk into him. Naruto felt all twitchy inside and he opened his eyes quickly and immediately wished he hadn’t.
            Sasuke was close, very close, and he was leaning in closer, his eyes half-lidded with quite obvious intent as his hands—propped up on either side of him—held him poised at the right angle to kiss him.
            “Whoa!” Naruto’s arms had shot out before he’d even thought about it and pushed Sasuke back to arms length. For a moment, Naruto thought he saw hurt on that face but another of those masks slid skillfully into place and left the Uchiha looking like an expressionless doll.
            Damn it, Sasuke had learned to hide far too efficiently now, and reading him was difficult. And irritating.
            “… what are you doing?”
            “Attempting to kiss you.”Sasuke said bluntly and without inflection, it made it sound so clinical and cold that Naruto suddenly wished Sasuke was still acting the pervert.
            “Why?”
            Sasuke let out a breath and pulled back, one hand carding through his hair as his shoulders hunched forward.
Sasuke was back-peddling.
            Well, it was nice to know that not everything had changed about him. At least this part was still easy to read.
            “Why the hell do you think, dobe? You just agreed to bare my children, we sorta have to get physical to do that.” Sasuke was getting snippy again, and though it didn’t help their circumstances it helped Naruto find his balance.
            “Yeah, but I don’t see why you have to kiss me!”
            Sasuke was giving him the retard look again. “It’s called foreplay, Naruto, and it’s an important part of sex.”
            “Yeah, if you’re having sex to have sex. You just need to knock me up, so I don’t see a need for you to get all grabby and smoochy on me.” Naruto grumbled blushing for some unknown reason. He’d heard and said much worse but for some reason, discussing this with Sasuke was just downright embarrassing.
            “Naruto, no offense, but I have no intention of fucking you dry.”
His blush darkened, and Naruto’s tongue hid in his esophagus.
            “Look, the foreplay makes the rest of it enjoyable. Makes it easier, and honestly, makes it less awkward and painful for both of us.” Sasuke had turned to face him again, and this time when he leaned forward, crawling up and over Naruto until his arms framed his blond head, Naruto could see the plea in those eyes, the nervous tremble in his shoulders, and his stomach clenched tight as those lips moved in to claim his own.
He’d touched them twice before.
            This would be the first time they did so on purpose.
            “Just close your eyes and imagine Sakura if you want…” The words were like ice water down his shorts and all the funny acrobatic stunts his insides were doing stopped so suddenly it left him sick.
            Pretend it’s… Naruto frowned and in a move that obviously shocked Sasuke, he kneed the other in the gut and promptly kicked him off the bed.
            “You fucking ass-hole!” Naruto cried, crawling over to look at the crumpled boy who was rubbing the back of his head looking pissed off and glaring right back at him.
            “What the hell is it this time, dobe?” His question was a deadly hiss, but Naruto ignored it all together. As long as those eyes were black he still had the upper hand, and at the moment, he was too angry to give a shit.
            “Who do you think I am?!”
            “What—“
            “No, seriously, what the fuck was that?! Think about Sakura? How cold-hearted do you think I am?!” Naruto was on a roll and really didn’t notice when those eyes widened and the anger turned to an awed sort of hope.
            “If I’m going to have sex with someone, then I’m going to have sex with that person! I’m not going to pretend they are someone else! That’s rude and disgusting, and downright fucking cruel! That’s no better than using them like a blow up doll!” Naruto paused to catch his breath and then made a face as the second part of his problem came back to him. “Besides that, I really don’t want to think of Sakura being into anal play…”
Sasuke laughed at that.
            Actually laughed. It wasn’t over-zealous and loud, but it was nonetheless a true sound of amusement that escaped those lips, and after a few moments Naruto returned it with a small smile. “Seriously though, thinking of her while you do… well… what we’re going to do would just feel so damn wrong. I’d never be able to look at her again without wondering if she has a strap on somewhere in her room...”
            “Uhg… Naruto, I really didn’t need to think of that…” Sasuke said standing up and Naruto shifted over so that he could climb his way back onto the bed.
            “Yeah, well that’s what you get for putting it into my head in the first place.”
            “Hn.” Sasuke was looking at him again, those eyes calculating and so focused it made him breakout in Goosebumps. “So, if I lean in to kiss you, are you going to push me off the bed again?”
The acrobats were back!
            “Don’t ask me that…” Naruto grumbled feeling his face burn as his eyes looked over to the closet where his new uniforms hung next to his old one and the numerous shirts that would no longer fit Sasuke’s frame.
            The bed dipped again and this time Naruto was acutely aware of Sasuke’s knees bumping his own and the hands that rested next to his hips, the moist, warm breath that painted his skin and the smell of rain, detergent and musk that filled his senses. He felt oddly safe in the moment while his guts took up tumbling and his heart decided it would be joining the Olympics.
            Sasuke paused millimeters from his lips, his head tilted just slightly and his bangs brushing Naruto’s cheek in a teasing caress, his breath making his skin even more sensitive, and those deep, dark eyes—Naruto had always liked Sasuke’s eyes. They were like the night sky, so full and yet endlessly empty, and they just dragged him in. Made him want to fill them up and explore all that they offered, and now he was sounding like a girl again—scanned his face still asking and Naruto took the final step.
He had agreed to do this, it wasn’t right to place all the work on Sasuke.
            He pressed his mouth to Sasuke’s and for several seconds they fumbled, clumsily together. The lips were soft, warm and they made his spine tingle, but the pressing was awkward and the feel of saliva that was not his own as lips pressed close enough that the inner parts glided against the outer lips and gave them each a taste of what the other’s mouth was like, was odd.
            Naruto knew his mouth still tasted like the ramen noodles he’d eaten before, but Sasuke’s was different. He didn’t want to say it was sour, because it wasn’t; I was like the flavor your mouth naturally creates when you haven’t eaten anything but bread and dried fruit and meat and water.
Water.
            That was what it was like. Sasuke really didn’t taste like anything, but it was a distinct flavor in his own mouth, foreign, and Naruto didn’t know if he liked it or not. Sasuke leaned closer and moved his mouth, adjusting it to fit against Naruto’s but Sasuke’s lips were thinner and couldn’t seem to completely cover his own.
            The whole experience was mostly uncomfortable, but when Sasuke’s hand slid over his own, long, slender fingers curling about his and squeezed, Naruto couldn’t help but push back against him and attempt to enjoy their first kiss together.
            “I thought you said you were good at this.” Naruto teased against the other’s mouth, and the brush of lips against his every time he formed a word made his body tingle and a low warmth slowly began in his stomach.
            Sasuke pulled back a bit and Naruto was pleased to see that light red dusting that colored his pale ear tips and neck when he snarled out an insecure, “Shove it, Dobe.”
            Naruto smiled and took pity on him, lifting his hands and cupping Sasuke’s face the way he’d seen several couples do on the street and leaned in to brush their lips together tenderly. The graze was a shock to his system and he shivered pleasantly. “Well, at least now I know you haven’t done it before either.”
            “Naruto, stop talking.” Sasuke whispered, his own hand lifting to rest on his hip as he initiated the touch again, chaste, innocent and pleasing.
            “Hn.” Naruto replied and got to feel those lips curl up into a smirk against his own. He’d seen in, heard it, but now he could feel and taste it and it made the action somehow more pronounced. Maybe foreplay isn’t so bad after all…
            They continued to touch and kiss gently; hesitantly, for several minutes until Naruto suddenly wanted to know how the lips felt under his tongue and so opening his mouth he found out, which prompted Sasuke to part his own to suckle on his lower lip, testing its plumpness with his teeth and running his tongue over it before slipping it cautiously into Naruto’s mouth.
            Naruto gasped and pulled close at the sensual invasion and Sasuke’s hands slipped around him to run up and down his back, sending tremors of sensation through his body. The warmth inside was growing hotter and Naruto was aching in places that shouldn’t ache and he shifted a bit to ease the pressure just as one of Sasuke’s daring hands slid under the cover of his shirts.
            “Whoa, wait!” Naruto gasped, using the hands that had slipped to strong shoulder’s to separate their lips and half-noticed, half ignored, the warm swollen feeling his lips held.
            Sasuke’s eyes narrowed again and he let out a harsh breath, his hands still under the shirt and deceptively confident against him. “Naruto, let’s just cut the bullshit. I need you naked so I can fuck you and thus impregnate you. You know this so stop acting like a god-damned girl and help me out here.”
            “Hey! One more girl comment and you can find someone else to have your kids!” Naruto yelled, cuffing Sasuke up the back of the head. “Look, I get the whole foreplay shit, but the… whole, sensual stripping of clothes… its… it’s just… I don’t know, it makes me a little freaked okay?”
            Sasuke stared at him and for a while Naruto thought he’d finally gotten through to him and then those eyes turned blood red.
Oh Shit!
            Before Naruto could turn to run, or block Sasuke seemed to blur and suddenly Naruto was naked on the bed his clothes strewn about like he had spontaneously turned into a mini tornado, and his skin tingled from the chafing the speed had caused.
            “Gah!” Naruto cried covering his crotch—for what reason he didn’t know, after all Sasuke had one too and they had bathed together before so it really didn’t make much sense—and glared up at Sasuke. “What the hell, ape-man?! I didn’t mean—“
Sasuke was naked too.
            “Oh my god!”
            …and Naruto covered his eyes instead.
            “Damn it Naruto, you aren’t some naïve little kid, you were trained by Kakashi and Jiraiya. So, stop blushing, and damn it, you have the exact same plumbing!” Sasuke snapped, irritation clear in his voice as he demonstrated their similarities by grabbing said ‘plumbing.’
            “Hey! Don’t just grab at it!” Naruto yelled uncovering his face to tug at the wrist of the hand currently man-handling his goods. Sasuke relaxed the grip and then set his hand on Naruto’s hip until he looked up at him again.
            “Then stop acting like an idiot.” Sasuke muttered, holding still long enough for Naruto to adjust to the feel of the blankets against his bare skin and the new feel of their mingling body heat. As he was adjusting he looked down and over Sasuke’s form.
            He was still lean and pale, slimmer then Naruto was but not overly so. His muscles had built up and left soft, barely there shadows where his skin stretch over it. Creases appeared where hips met leg, and where his stomach crunched from his hunched position. He had new hair growth in places that had been bare before, but that was normal, and he wasn’t overly hairy. Besides the contrast between his pale white skin and dark hair was pleasing visually.
            There were more scars too, and without thinking, Naruto reached up to brush his fingertips against them. Sasuke tensed under his touch, and Naruto was mesmerized by the difference in their skin tones. His shorter fingers traced the markings and seemed out of place. Like he didn’t belong there, just as he didn’t belong with those listed as normal.
Didn’t belong in this village.
Didn’t belong in the Ninja ranks.
            It made him want to touch more.
            Naruto’s breath escaped him in a near whimper as he remembered that time, so long ago now, that they’d been out in the woods camping, on their way back from a mission, and he’d reached out and touched Sasuke’s belly. It had been the same then too, he’d thought the same things and been angry that Sasuke fit in where he did not, even though they were both orphan’s and they were both set apart in some way from the rest of Konoha.
Sasuke still fit in.
            Naruto didn’t.
            He’d wanted to tarnish that perfection. He’d wanted to force his acceptance into that skin, and he hadn’t really thought beyond that when he found himself tasting the skin. Something is seriously wrong with me… Naruto thought, both then and now and he pulled his hand back before he became too involved in his own thoughts, only to find his body invaded by that perfection.
            Sasuke leaned forward, slow enough not to be threatening, but fast enough to shock, and pressed flush to him, his arms wrapping securely around Naruto’s frame, those fingers running down the soft indent of his spine and made him tremble and push up and against the warm skin. Sasuke’s head rested against his shoulder where lips touched his neck in a tender, chaste kiss, and Naruto felt his eyes sting.
            He suddenly wanted to cry.
            Silly, and stupid as that was, he wanted to but his pride wouldn’t allow it and so he blinked it back rapidly and returned the embrace. The hug was something he’d needed, something he had unconsciously wanted since Sasuke’s disappearance, and that simple touch, the simple action of pulling him close eased the desire to take that perfection and sully it.
Because perfection had chosen him.
            There were no words this time as fingers brushed, touched, and stroked over skin and contours. Mapping out the entirety of their bodies and causing them both to tremble from the feelings and sensations it released. Lips trailed up and down necks, pausing to nip, lick, and suckle at the softer spots where the neck dipped before collar bones, adam’s apple, and jaw. The skin bruised easily and Naruto found he liked leaving the deep purple marks high up on Sasuke’s neck where his flimsy shirt could hope to hide it, and if the curling, sharp shudders that bolted down his spine when Sasuke did it—not to mention the deep groans and sighs and the hard press of Sasuke’s desire against his own—he was certain the Uchiha didn’t mind being marked.
            Lips met and parted, each time a bit more practiced and slightly more sloppy as Naruto fell back allowing Sasuke to lay over him, and Naruto was again floored by the sensations and joy of just being touched. It threw all other thoughts and concerns from his head and left him floating in a haze of contentment. He couldn’t decide if the joy was from being touched by Sasuke, or if it was just because he was being touched. Iruka had been right and he enjoyed the accepting touches and pats, and he had sorely missed holding Sasuke while he slept. He’d missed the tender fights and pushes, the casual arm around the shoulder, a hand gripping his wrist or easing the pain of cramps from his back…
            “… I missed you…” Naruto whispered, though he doubted if Sasuke could have heard it at all, and he held the other boy close against him, capturing those lips he was learning to like, and felt Sasuke’s thigh nudge against his. He parted his legs without thought allowing Sasuke to slip between and bent his legs to cradle him.
            It was only natural to do that, it brought them closer and was far more comfortable it also eased the unknown instinct with in him that begged for more and he shivered and gasped as the contact brought them together far more intimately.
            “Ah!” Naruto whimpered, and was nearly drowned out by Sasuke’s echo of the sound, and for a minute they rocked together, Sasuke pushing up on his arms forcing upper bodies apart and pushing the lower halves tight, closer, stronger together. Sasuke’s head was bent down between his shoulders and he was gasping a little, sweat starting to appear over his brow and shoulders and under pectorals.
            Naruto found he had the most absurd desire to lick it but refrained. There were just some things he wouldn’t, no, couldn’t do yet. So, instead, Naruto reached up and curled his fingers around those shoulders, feeling them tremble and tried to pull Sasuke back down to him.
He needed those lips against his.
Now.
            Sasuke complied far faster than Naruto had expected and he got what he wanted without even having to ask. He liked that. Exploring each other’s mouths again, Naruto was hardly aware of the hand that had moved to his knee and was slowly slipping down his thigh. It paused to rub and move back up several times, and the touch felt so good that Naruto wasn’t too concerned about it—much more focused on the tongue that had taken up residency in his mouth—until it slipped over his buttocks and pressed against his opening.
A very damp opening.
            Naruto jumped at the same time as Sasuke.
            “… you…” Sasuke started sounding rather stunned, and Naruto blushed darkly unable to look at Sasuke and so again focused on the closet. “… you self lubricate?”
Naruto wanted to die.
            It had been bad enough the first time he’d noticed it, and Tsunade’s explanation was just as bad if not worse. He really didn’t want to go through this again. Why couldn’t everyone just accept the fact that his body did shit differently and get over it?
            “Shut up!” Naruto gritted out and then gasped a little as Sasuke’s finger ventured a little further. He would never admit that though it felt strange and he wasn’t sure if it was a good strange or not, he had felt a thrill at the action, and if questioned he would deny to his deathbed that he whimpered because of it.
            Sasuke smirked and repeated the action and Naruto found himself babbling the explanation while his body trembled and blood rushed to his face making him slightly dizzy. “The hag said…” A pause to breathe. “…that it’s…. it like… pre-cum and it…” an embarrassing and humiliating keening noise that again brought a smug look to Sasuke’s face. Naruto would beat his ass for it later. “… it clears the… cleans it…” Naruto paused feeling rather embarrassed both because of fingers that really shouldn’t be where they were and because explaining the fact that his body also made its own cleaning fluid to ensure a proper chance at pregnancy was wrong on so many levels he didn’t want to recall them all.
            Sasuke stopped, obviously thinking it was his fault and it actually made matters worse and Naruto let out a sharp sound of irritation, his hands lifting to grip his hair, “Oh, fuck it!” He snapped. If Sasuke really wanted an answer he could ask Tsunade himself. There, problem solved.
            “I plan too.” Sasuke the pervert made an astounding reappearance and Naruto felt himself blush straight to his toes.
            “Okay, you know what, I changed my mind!”
            Sasuke simply smirked at him, his fingers moving again, and Naruto squirmed at the sensation inside, still feeling completely awkward after that little gem of a statement. He was starting to doubt Sasuke knew how to set ‘the mood’ as he’d heard Sakura call it.
            “No you didn’t. You’re just thinking too much again.” Sasuke stated in a voice that was too deep and slightly husky and Naruto again felt his stomach take up gymnastics.
Suddenly, this was far too intimate and when Sasuke leaned into kiss him Naruto turned his head getting a kiss on his ear. Though the contact was pleasant, and the rush of air inside his ear made his insides clench and burn, Naruto still couldn’t ignore the part of his mind that was screaming and running around in little panicked circles.
            This isn’t right. Naruto thought, his heart slamming against his ribs and echoing in his belly. He’s only with me like this because he needs children from me… Naruto was irritated to find that that thought stung and quickly shook it off. Of course that’s the only reason, I don’t want it to be for another… then why… why?!
            “Naruto?” Sasuke sounded concerned and he remembered that he had just avoided the kisses he’d been reveling in previously, and one glance at that worried face had Naruto crumbling inside. He really did let the bastard get away with far too much.
            With a burning, aching embarrassment, Naruto pushed slightly until Sasuke pulled back far enough for him to move, and with one last apology to his ego, Naruto turned around until he was on his hands and knees. Biting his lip, and scrunching his face to keep from bolting or screaming from the indignity of the position, Naruto tried to tell himself that he wasn’t as red as the upper half of the Uchiha crest, and that his stomach wasn’t quivering as Sasuke sat behind him, still and silent.
Finally, he just snapped.
            “Well, are you going to get on with it or not?!” The words actually hurt to say, and Naruto quickly hid his face in the pillow before him that smelled solely of him. Hopefully that would change after tonight. He’d need to keep that scent with him if nothing else while Sasuke was away. It was calming though he was loathe to admit it.
            Warm hands smoothed over his hips and up his sides and Naruto nearly swallowed his tongue his eyes snapping open to stare out at nothing. When Sasuke spoke next he sounded amused and Naruto grit his teeth to forestall his scathing retort.
            “I never thought you’d submit to this. Or is this something you picked up from the f—“
            “Finish that sentence and you can jerk-off in the bathroom by yourself!”
            “Hn.” The sound actually made his insides twitch and his body ached as those hands slid up and down his sides, soothing the muscles and easing him into the altered position and sensations it caused. Naruto was conflicted as nerves made him tense and his heart felt ill from how fast it was beating. He wanted it this way because it made it less intimate, less like a lovers embrace, and more like a means to an end, but at the same time—and he blamed his broken brain for this—he wanted to feel that intimacy to feel like he was being loved, not fucked.
And that scared him shitless.
            “Just do it.”
And then he was.
            He didn’t ask for permission, didn’t ask if he was sure, which was wise considering that Naruto felt like running, and if he had asked, not even his way of the ninja would have kept him stationary.
            The touch of a hard, hot, member against his opening made his stomach drop and his mouth turn dry. He knew he should try and relax but his body just wouldn’t obey him, and then before he could try and force it to, Sasuke was pushing forward.
            “Ah!” The stretching, filling sensation made his head spin and ache and Naruto felt sick at the heated burn that raced up his spine at the intrusion. But the sick was waylaid by an odd sort of pleasure that also filled him.
            Sasuke gasped and Naruto felt those fingers on his hips clench tightly biting into his bone and it gave him a focal point to concentrate on. That pain was his anchor in a world full of contradicting sensations and emotions, and as Sasuke forged his way deep inside, filling Naruto to the point where he thought he would split in two; those gripping fingers held him together and kept him breathing hotly into the pillow.
            When the tickling brush of pubic hair and the steady strength of Sasuke’s hips and thighs lay flush against his backside, Naruto let out a shaky whimper and Sasuke trembled deeply, his fingers releasing their death hold to slip around him in a very deep embrace.
            Sasuke was once again draped over him, his lips pressing kisses to the sweaty nape of his neck, his shoulders and the tips of his ear, as his hands, heated with his chakra, pressed firmly to his belly where he swore he could feel Sasuke inside him.
“Naruto…” Sasuke breathed out in a whisper, and Naruto shook inside feeling full, heavy, and overheated.
It felt like he was drowning.
            “Uh…” Naruto whined when the ache began to recede and the full feeling began to feel empty as the need returned with a fine tremble in his arms and legs. As though sensing it, Sasuke pumped his hips pushing just that tiny bit deeper and Naruto choked on air as his body rocked forward and Sasuke hissed into his neck, fingers gripping his stomach in pleasure. “…full…”
            ‘Tight… hot… oh… god…” Sasuke returned and repeated the action with a slight roll of his hips again knocking the air from his lungs.
            Again, tears stung his eyes, and Naruto couldn’t be sure if it was due to pleasure or pain and was glad his face was buried in a pillow.
            “You better fucking die out there Sasuke.”
            There was a chuckle from behind followed by a sweet, chaste and loving kiss that made this position far more intimate and loving than Naruto thought possible before that sweet breath fanned the shell of his ear making him tighten around the imbedded penis in him causing Sasuke to push closer to him and moan his next words in a sinful manner that made his insides burn even more hotly.
            “Don’t worry, I’ll take responsibility if I don’t.”
            Before he could comment that slim, talented hand reached down and slowly fondled his neglected erection, pumping it pleasantly and making him gasp and writhe on Sasuke’s and then Sasuke pulled back, sliding slickly from his body, making a soft suctioning sound and leaving him feeling empty…
He really didn’t whimper at that. Truly he didn’t.
            …before he thrust back in.
There was no more talking after that.

A.N. Wow, I actually finished this in three days… I am astounded. Sorry to leave you at such a… delicious moment and all, but Sasuke wanted to get his opinion on their first time and so he is coming up next to finish this out. So, please review, and let me know what you all think. Okay?
(1) In the extra for Naruto Movie 1, Sasuke tries to pass Naruto a baton and end up shoving it up his butt, and he acts so very matter-o-fact about it like Naruto should be used to have hard phallic things rammed up his backend. ^-^ Its rather funny!
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