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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 List
- 12
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Warning! Dub-con!

Well, I don't think it really is, but there are some people who do, so...

Chapter Thirteen

The house was so silent, it was easy to hear Sasuke�s sharp
inhale.

�What are you doing?� He asked as if it wasn�t
obvious.

I placed my hands on his legs and pushed them as apart as
the armrests let me. Well, the armrests and Sasuke, who was watching me through
narrowed eyes.

�I figured,� I told him, using only my thumbs to rub a
little at the inner side of his knees. �You�re an asshole, right?� It was
rhetorical so I pressed my thumbs in harder when he opened his mouth. �So you
won�t feed me for free. Or you will give me something green, which is worse.�

�Like vegetables?� Sasuke questioned, probably going for
scathing but it didn�t work as well as it would if his
eyes were not glued down to where I was holding him.

�Yeah; exactly.� I confirmed, even
though I knew what he meant. Vegetables are both edible and healthy; I just didn�t like them. �But maybe,� My hands slipped higher,
brushing the inside of his thighs covered in light, summer cloth. �If I work
for it, you�ll give me something good.�

�Good?� I glanced up at the tone. The smirk on his face was
extensive; I would call it a smile if not for the wicked edge.

Oh. What a
deliciously dirty mind! I meant ramen. But that could be good, as well. I hoped.

�Mhm,� I told him, leaning close to brush my cheek over the
already visible bulge. �They do say sperm
is nutritious. That�s good, right?�

�Good.� Sasuke agreed, repeating the word in a different
tone. �Do you know what you�re doing?�

�Sure.� I said, maybe too lightly. I did know - more or
less. I had my share of blowjobs � getting them, anyway. After all, they
require a minimum of contact. �But feel free to point out if I do something
wrong.�

Sasuke stiffened; and in all the wrong places, too. Not that his erection softened, but still� Doesn�t he trust me? Heh.

I grinned at him.

�Idiot.�
Sasuke hissed, but he wasn�t retreating or anything. I
took that as a good sign and undid his pants. No underwear.
Wasn�t I lucky?

My mouth had a mind of its own, and I used it to think of a
way to provoke him.

�That�s not a very nice thing to say.� I said when I was close
enough for my breath to glide over the head that lunged out for some air. �Especially to someone with their teeth only millimeters away from your cock.�

It was only millimeters.
I could feel Sasuke straightening his spine again, the way the muscles in his
thighs under my palms twitched. He didn�t say anything,
so I bent forward and gave a light but long lick to the tip exposed to me
through the opened zipper.

�Mhm; salty.�
I didn�t expect it to taste salty; I would never
expect Sasuke to taste salty. To be
honest, I never even had much time to think about it, but sour would fit him
better.

�Salty?� Came an odd, hushed
prompt.

�And a bit bitter.� I said, and
glanced up. �I think I like it.� Sasuke was looking at my mouth, with the concentration
of a chess player. The intensity of it sent small shivers all the way up to my
neck. It was so hot; he could drive
people insane using nothing but his eyes.

I could feel a small groan forming in the back of my throat,
long before it reached my lips. I
propped myself up on my elbows, and then reached to stroke his cheek with the
tips of my fingers. Sasuke leaned forward in his chair, entangled both of his
hands in my hair before I even registered he moved.

The kiss was avid and quick and
never meant to last in the first place. It was just to share in the experience
and the taste. The last traces of saltiness in my mouth disappeared with the
shallow gasps of air I managed once we parted. I was sorry for losing it, so I
placed a hand on Sasuke�s chest and pushed him flat against the back of the
chair.

�Don�t interrupt.� I demanded, as if I wasn�t
the one who first leaned in. And also, �I want your
pants off.�

He lifted his hips, letting me slide off the only cloth that
was separating me from what I wanted �surprisingly- very much. I let him keep
the shirt on� less because he didn�t seem to care
enough to remove it, and more because I couldn�t wait any longer.

I went back to my task. Sasuke was naked from the waist down
with his pants around his ankles, so I had a free access to look and to touch. He
was � color me surprised - circumcised. I always wondered if that made a penis
more sensitive, and I had an opportunity to test it now. First thing first,
though.

I did the same as before, leaned to brush my cheek against
the smooth skin of his cock. It smelled weird, but nice;
much nicer than� Not going there. I nuzzled and buried
my nose into the crisp curls, trying to memorize the scent. Sasuke hissed, low
but irritated. I refused to let him distract me.

Using my tongue, I stroked soft bumps and knobs on my way up
the shaft to the head, going as slowly as I possibly could. It was good, so good, the skin and the warmth and the
way Sasuke was inhaling sharply every once in a while.
I had a suspicion he would have liked me to hurry, but I was busy doing what I
wanted, and that is to make him plead or even curse.

The sounds upgraded to a thin hiss once I reached and licked
the head. Mhm, salty again, wet and so very smooth. I liked that part more then
the rest � which I guess is normal, considering it was the most sensitive. Sasuke
snapped and grabbed my hair and yanked, trying to force me to speed things up. I
wrapped my hand around his little finger, and jerked it on the side; he had to
let go. I went back to business.

I coiled my tongue around the head, slowly, and sucked on
the silky skin. A thud of Sasuke�s head hitting the back of the armchair was
the only response. As nice as that was, it wasn�t
enough, so I sucked harder, on the same place. Then I had to use my hand to
guide his erection to my mouth, and the lovely, salty taste exploded all over
my palate.

I closed my eyes; determined not to miss a single sound
Sasuke made, no matter how soft, and sucked swiftly and as hard as possible.
There was a choked half-groan; Sasuke managed to stop himself in the middle of
it by clutching my shoulder and burying his blunt fingertips there. Not good enough, I thought, and set my
mouth free to leave long, wet traces down the shaft all the way to the
underside, where I stopped and explored.

Sasuke�s hand remained on my shoulder when he slipped
further down into the seat. I knew exactly how every little thing I did
affected him by the not very subtle squeezing there � I am sure he was unaware
of what he�s doing. He was concentrating too much on
not producing sounds.

I had no other guide but the memory of the things I liked
myself, and that seemed to be working, much easier than with girls. Very soon,
I was so into licking and sucking, I haven�t even
noticed when his hand moved from my shoulder back into my hair. He was not urging
me, but once I registered it, the solid pressure felt really, really good � like
encouragement and reassurance. Despite all of my enthusiasm
my jaw got tired after a while, and my mouth kept struggling to close.

I was as stubborn as always � because it was salty, and smooth and wet from my saliva and Sasuke�s
precome, just so good. But my jaw gave in eventually and closed a tiny bit more
then allowed. My front teeth scratched the velvety surface of his head.

That drew out a reaction.

�Teeth!� Sasuke hissed. Well, obviously, I thought. Did you think I don�t
have any? He added, �Idiot!�

�What about them?� I asked, as insulted as I managed to be
with my mind hazy and my mouth full of the delicious salty goodness. I needed a
break, to rest my jawbone.

�You�re not supposed to use them.�

What a whiny little bitch! I was annoyed with him; can�t he cut me some slack? It�s my
first time doing this!

I glanced up. For all his bitching, Sasuke looked half a
lick away from coming; flushed and breathless,
sprawled awkwardly on the side in the armchair. His hand was still in my hair,
and he used it to tug me back to his crotch.

I went willingly, but�. He�s just
so annoyingly rude, you know?

So I gave him a suck or two, and
then showed him how it�s like when I use my teeth on purpose. Not too much; I didn�t want to harm him seriously, just a firm but light
scrape up the head.

Sasuke jerked violently, hitting the side of the chair with
both his knee and elbow. A loud cracking sound made us stop and look at each
other, but for an entire second nothing happened.

Then the chair started tilting to the side. Sasuke tried to
get out, but my instincts tilted me forward, so I ended up keeping Sasuke
around the middle with my left and holding the chair and us so as not to fall
down with the right hand.

Very awkward. I couldn�t
let go, because Sasuke would slip on the side. He couldn�t
move at all, between the crooked, unstable chair and me.

�You complete moron.�
He said, maybe a little too flatly for my taste, but very close to my ear so it
felt nice anyway.

After a couple of seconds of trying
this and that Sasuke finally managed to roll on the side and stand up. I let
the chair fall over and stood up myself.

�We can say you threw it at Neji.� I suggested in case he
was wondering how much make up he would need to cover embarrassed blushes when
people heard about this. Not that he would have any, but he might have been
wondering.

Sasuke turned his darkest glare at me.

�Or we could say the truth: that I threw it at you.�

I laughed and, when it sounded unconvincing even to my ears,
moved close behind him. He couldn�t aim at me like
that. Sasuke tried to follow, to turn toward me, so I wrapped my arm around
him.

Sasuke straightened his back into a board when he felt my
erection against his ass. I looked over his shoulder down at the broken chair,
and rubbed myself off him along the way.

�I can fix that.� Sasuke let out another dull sound, which
might have been agreement or maybe a reaction to what I was doing. �In the morning.�

I slid my arm down his stomach, found his cock that
stubbornly defied gravity and wrapped my hand around it. Sasuke leaned back against my chest. I was
placing little wet kisses and bites on the back of his neck and all over the
shoulder, leaving a pinkish trail. He was so warm, so solid and so inexplicably
familiar; I couldn�t get enough of his smell and the
biting sharpness in the taste of his skin.

�I can�t believe you�re still taller then I am.� I whispered
after I had to rise on my toes to nibble on his earlobe. I realize now that was
a very odd and inappropriate thing to say at that moment, but Sasuke reacted
surprisingly well. He growled and moved away, clasping my wrist at the same
time.

�Bedroom.�
I followed him without hesitation, but he led me out in the hallway and left me
at the door. �I�ll be right back.� Then he disappeared into the bathroom.

The bedroom was dark and empty. The window was open, wind
moving the flowery curtains in slow, lazy flaps. I couldn�t
make myself walk in, suddenly feeling afraid and lonely.

I could hear water running in the bathroom, but knowing
Sasuke was just behind the door didn�t help much. I
had no guarantees he will be anywhere near me ever again after tonight, and
that was not good enough, not anymore. Now, when I knew his marriage was not as
big obstacle as I first thought, now when I knew he actually wanted me for
quite some time and now when I finally got to know how good physical contact
can be, it was not nearly good enough and it will never be.

I didn�t know, the
words kept echoing through my mind. I have no idea what exactly - how exactly were they supposed to help,
but it seemed somehow important to make it clear that I didn�t know � not how vital touch is in sex and not how gentle
Sasuke�s hands can be. I didn�t know until this
evening, but one evening, no matter how nice, is just not enough.

I wish I could ask for more, but even if Sasuke agreed, I couldn�t stay here; not after finding out how I got the job.
Maybe the kids would be disappointed, but there�s
nothing for it. I felt sorry for Iruka, because he really seemed to enjoy his
walks and books. I hoped he would understand without a detailed explanation.

I didn�t really care about anything
else � Sakura and Ino can stay, if they want to. But I
couldn�t forgive Neji for doing this to me. I felt stupid for not seeing it
before, angry and used. I felt as if it ruined my entire life; and if I don�t find a way to keep Sasuke in my life, he just might have ruined it.

Hot breath on the side of my neck was the only warning
before Sasuke bit quite harshly in my earlobe and hissed in my ear:

�Stop that.�

Powerful electric jolts raced up my spine, and I managed,
barely, to grab the door frame and gasp:

�What?�

Sasuke slipped his hand under my shirt, digging his
fingertips in every soft spot he would find in my flesh. I could feel I was
tense, but he kept pressing all the wrong places with such precision. I was
sure it was on purpose, to distract me from something. The bliss made sparkles
dance in front of my eyes anyway.

�You were trying to think.�

�I was not just trying.� I snapped, or I at least I tried to
snap. �I need a job now, and they are not so easy to find.�

His hands stilled abruptly. I whimpered a little and leaned
back into the touch, but Sasuke removed them completely. I whimpered again,
aware that I�m doing it but not having it in me to
feel embarrassed.

�You�re leaving?� Sasuke asked, sounding bemused. I turned
around to face him. He was frowning.

�Of course. What did you expect?� I
asked, but it was clear he didn�t expect, or want,
that.

Sasuke glanced down the hallway, where the entrance door was,
in the way people are glancing at the clock, but there was nothing there. Then
he looked back at me, eyes narrowed and shadowed.

�Bed.�
He snarled, pushing me into the room. I stepped backwards, tugging him closer
at the same time. Sasuke followed � first there were his hands on my sides,
brushing my stomach along the way, then he kissed me harshly and pulled away to
yank my shirt over my head. His amazing impatience and intensity made my throat
close and I couldn�t swallow or speak; Sasuke took a
hold on my cheeks and chin, using both hands, and kissed me again, and again
flat against me, and then there was the bed, just behind me. Sasuke slid his
palms down my chest as I wrapped my hands around him, brushed my nipples in
passing with his little fingers, and lower yet, to the waistband. He curled a
finger under it. �Off.�

I did as he asked, with a lot of
help. Soon, I was naked and Sasuke was close, very close, kissing and biting my
neck, his hands restless and in some overdid hurry that should have been
annoying but in reality, it left me gasping for breath, hot all over.

My brain started working only when Sasuke pushed me hard
enough to almost lose my balance and fall back in the bed. This was not just
sex, this was gay sex and it had
mechanics a bit different then all things I did before.

Sasuke tried to push me again, but I locked my knees.

�Sasuke,� I told him, a bit amused, and a bit annoyed. �I
have no intention of laying back and bottoming for you.�

He didn�t react how I expected him
to; he wasn�t angry or demanding. The pushing pressure on my shoulder was now
just some tight squeezing and Sasuke opened his mouth and closed his eyes for a
moment. I was confused, so I prompted:

�Sasuke?�

He snapped his eyes open; there was a bizarre and not very
sane glint in them. His hand found their was to my face again, cupping my cheeks
and Sasuke leaned in and kissed me again, just as deeply and as feverishly as before,
and also with a touch of desperation. It made the walls dance around us.

�We could fight over this,� He said, quiet but clear; I
could feel his lips moving on the upped side of my neck. His voice was a bit
too steady for someone gripping so tightly. �But you could win that.� The hand and
my shoulder loosened then and traveled down the side of my body, gentle but
firm pressure making me almost forget what we were talking about.
�So I�m going to blackmail you.�

And then there was nothing -
nothing against my chest and nothing under my palms; it felt as if I stepped
over the edge of an abyss. My eyes fluttered open � why were they closed, anyway? Sasuke was not far away, he just stepped back, and
now he was looking at me, his eyes clear, and face expressionless.

�Blackmail?� I repeated, and tried
to reach him, make him come back. The meaning of the word didn�t
penetrate into my mind until he continued:

�If you don�t bottom, I won�t lay a single finger on you,
not for the rest of the night.�

I was shocked. I didn�t know how,
exactly, gay people determine what they like more, but surly this is not how
it�s done. But I felt exposed, bare without his hands;
it was cold and I just wanted him back, as close as possible. He knew that, he
knew it so, so well.

�You�re such a bastard.�
I whispered, holding his gaze. He jerked his head in what might have
been agreement and then his mouth was again on mine, once again too hasty, too
desperate. The hands followed, feeling in the void without the effort, just by
being there. I gritted out; �Fine, fine.�

It wasn�t fine, not at all, but that�s
the point of the blackmail, right? I had no choice.

Sasuke finally managed to push me on my back.

�On your stomach.� He ordered,
standing straight after fetching a tube from a drawer. I had a pretty good idea what that was, and it made me gulp, and
concentrated on the words with some effort.

�No way.� I refused flatly. �I
don�t trust you if I can�t see you.�

Some dark amusement flickered through Sasuke�s eyes as he
settled between my legs and used his knees to spread them further apart. I bent
them automatically.

�It hurts more like that.�

So I�ve heard. It really was useful to have a gay friend
sometimes.

�You�re going to put that,�
I gestured toward his not at all small and very erect penis. �Up
my ass. I�m pretty damn sure it would hurt anyway.�

Sasuke decided to let me have at least that, but he didn�t answer, just took off the lid of the tube. His
breathing turned erratic, though. I watched, stunned, how his hands trembled lightly,
hovering over my crotch.

�It�s not a big deal.� I tried to reassure him, because
seeing him nervous � even if only a little � made me feel very anxious. He shot
me annoyed look, but his eyes softened when he met my smile. �I�ve seen
movies.�

�So did I.� Sasuke murmured,
spreading some colorless lube over his hands, not looking at me.

I only saw one movie, to be honest. Haku insisted, and gave
me detailed explanations on the �plot�. Now when I think about it, he might
have been suspecting something much more than he let on. Rewinding it in my
head, it sounded as if he was giving me instructions � as he apparently was,
just in case. God, I can�t believe I haven�t realized
it. Just to see the difference, my ass.

Speaking of it, my ass was just about to be
messed with. Sasuke took my cock in his left hand, and worked the skin
up and down couple if times before slithering a finger of his other hand
between the cheeks. I held my breath for a moment, and panicked.

I shot my hand forward and caught his wrist, stopping him in
the mid movement. Sasuke jerked his head up, and I could see clearly that the
same look on his that was there earlier that evening, after he made my lip
bleed. Things clicked together.

He just admitted, and almost flat out, that he had no more
experience in this then me. And he wanted to start
with blackmail? No way, this must have been his idea of a feint.

I licked my lips, and jerked him closer for a kiss. Sasuke
bent a little, I leaned in the rest of the way. Holding both of his hands so he
couldn�t distract me, I bent my legs a little bit
more, to get a solid prop. Sasuke didn�t seem to
notice anything, so I broke the kiss, got up on my knees next to him and used
the hold to make a painful lock on his left arm. Sasuke only had the time to
hiss before I pushed him down, nose into the pillow.

�You asshole.�
I told him when he tried to struggle against my hold. �I almost bought that
shit.�

Sasuke turned his head just enough to glare at me, but he didn�t answer. I made a place for myself with quite a bit if
trouble between his legs, still holding tightly. Sasuke was stubborn, and even
though he couldn�t move, I had to fight to keep his
legs apart.

�You don�t know what you�re doing.� He said finally, spiting
out every word.

�Sure I do. I told you, I�ve seen some movies.� I smiled as
he tried again, quite violently, to free himself despite the pain that must
have been jolting through his arm with every jerking move.

�They don�t use lube in the movies.�

�But I will.� I
assured him, picking up the tube that fell on the side, and only having one
hand to work, I turned it upside down and squeezed
everything that was left in it over his ass.

�That�s too much!� Sasuke snapped, still glaring acid at my
face. I leaned over his back, licked the side of his neck and up to his ear, enjoying
the warmth of his back against my chest and letting him feel my erection:

�Nothing�s too
much for me.� I could feel a tiny huff surprised out of him while I was
withdrawing. �I suggest you relax a little, it should hurt less.�

�I won�t touch
you.�

Yeah, he said so before. But my
mind was working now.

�That�s okay.� I answered with a smile. �I�ll touch you.�

I spread clear gel around the entrance and pushed the tip if
my index finger inside. Sasuke turned his head back into the pillow, probably
to muffle any sound that could come out. I pushed the finger deeper, curving it
a bit to feel around. His muscles clenched, and for a second of two, I couldn�t move in either direction. I looked up, where Sasuke
was keeping his face in the pillow, but I knew it was hurting him.

�I always know.� I murmured, and then I could move my finger
again. There was supposed to be a spot of some kind, which according to Haku
made all the trouble worth it. I just only had to find it, so I kept exploring,
pressing and curving my finger in all directions. �You always try to mask how
you feel, and it works, because you keep quiet about it, and make your face
unreadable, but I know.� I could see him gasping for breath; he even had to
rise up from the pillow slightly. I
though I could come just looking at him like that. I kept talking, to distract
us both and because it was simple, so easy to talk to him when he was
distracted, not looking at me, �It�s all in your shoulders. I know you�re in
some minor pain now, because even under the lock, you turned them slightly
upward.�

He didn�t answer, so I explored a
little more. Then he jerked, and straightened, making a sound that ended up
muffled.

�Or like now, the way you locked your spine? I know I found your prostate.� I said, on the edge of laughing. Sasuke gave
me one more glare over the shoulder, but he was flushed and panting.

�Are going to add another finger there or not?� He demanded
through his teeth.

I leaned again over him and kissed him. He responded right
away, pushing his tongue into my mouth and then retreating to bite at my lip,
that it wasn�t yet recovered from before � not that I minded.

�Greedy.� I
murmured against his lips and grinned down at him. �Okay.�

Two fingers quickly became three, also on a demand. I enjoyed
myself quite a bit; there was no need to hurry.

�Enough?� I asked, just in case.

Sasuke just shot me a look, one saying �You�re a moron� and
�What the fuck do you think?!� at the same time.
Encouraged, I decided it�s about time to deal with my needs. His legs were as apart as
possible in that position, so I settled closer and positioned the tip of my cock
at his entrance. I pushed a little, slowly and carefully. Sasuke made a real,
throaty sound and, in combination with the hot, solid pressure around my head,
I had to stop and lean forward to support my weight with the free hand.

�God, it�s so�� I said, making words barely understandable
around the loud panting. I wanted to push further, but there was a tiny squeak
in my head telling me that hastiness might hurt Sasuke, which could lead to my
death once I let him go. I couldn�t force myself to
retreat, though; so there was nothing to do but try to catch my breath. In the
meantime, I forgot what I was saying, but there was a sentence waiting to be
finished, so I spoke the first thing on my mind: �Oven.�

�You moron,� Sasuke answered, looking at me over his
shoulder with a scowl. �You are supposed to move now.�

So I moved, because there was nothing I wanted more in my
whole life. For someone who already got off once that evening, the edge was
incredibly near and Sasuke let out another sound � not helping.

�Naruto.� Sasuke called, still
looking back over his shoulder. I met his burning gaze, and even though I
stopped moving for a moment, that wasn�t helping,
either. �Let me go.�

And give this up? Was he crazy?

�No way. I don�t trust you.� I
said, and pushed in again.

Sasuke hit the pillow with his head, and the shaking
shoulders told me clearly he was laughing. It sounded as if he was choking. The
words were muffled between the laugh and the pillow,
but I could hear them anyway:

�Too late for that.�

Oh. I didn�t think of that. I
withdrew and loosed the grip on his forearm slightly, Sasuke drew it the rest
of the way out and turned around.

�Dead.� He announced, rubbing his
wrist.

�Awww.� I sympathized. He gave me a
dark look, and I realized the consequences of this new arrangement. Now, I will
get to see his face.

Not willing to wait, I leaned over and grabbed his hips,
drawing him closer. Sasuke had to prop himself on his elbows, but that just
lowered him further. A pillow that somehow ended up in the middle of the bed
gave me an idea.

I dragged him closer yet until his ass was high in my lap.
Sasuke, awkwardly holding himself high enough to glower at me, snapped;

�What do you think you�re doing?�

I needed him to shut up, so I wrapped my still slippery palm
around his cock. It made him produce one more of those half-choked groans, but
nothing else. I pushed the pillow under him, in the little space under his lower
back. Understanding flickered in his eyes, and he slid back from my lap
himself. I continued pumping movement with my lubed hand anyway, enjoying the
way Sasuke�s breath was coming out in puffs.

�I don�t need to do the entire thing again, right?�

�No!� Sasuke said, and then less forcefully, �No.�

Oh, good, I though
and tried to simply push back into him. It soon became clear - after several
annoyed grunts that I hushed by speeding my arm movement - that I will need
some more help. I had to stop completely for a moment and position myself into
the right direction with my hand.

All went blurry after that. I found my rhythm soon. Sasuke
was following everything I did with his dark, intense eyes, but he wasn�t moving, not to help me and not to make it harder for
me. He is the kind to have sex with his eyes, not his body, so I locked our
gazes together, speeding up.

No idea how much it lasted, but it couldn�t
have been long. He came first, covering my hand and my stomach in warm liquid,
and I was just behind, blacking out for a couple of seconds.

I couldn�t move right away, so I
leaned completely over and waited to see how long will take for our breathing
to calm, and for our heartbeats to quiet down. Sasuke didn�t
push me away; he just placed a hand on my shoulder. We were close, and after
everything, the contact skin on skin - his hand and his chest - still felt
unbelievably good, so I turned my head and kissed him.

Somewhere between the first brushing of the lips and the
parting, I completely calmed and relaxed.

�Get off.� Sasuke ordered. I took a proper, close up look.
He had calmed down, too. His cheeks were still flushed and his hair all over
the place; it made him look like the crazy scientist from a cartoon. I smiled,
and murmured:

�Mhm, pretty.�

Sasuke growled a bit and threw me off. I landed on the bed
next to him laughing.

We took showers separately, because Sasuke is an asshole and
seemed to think I would steal all the hot water or something. Knowing he was
judging by himself, I let him go first. I always shower in cold water in summer
anyway, but let him think he got me back for... whatever.

When I finished taking the shower, Sasuke was almost asleep,
barely opening his eyes in slits. I went to the kitchen and raided his fridge,
because the cold water made my stomach growl like an angry lion. When I finally
got under the sheets, Sasuke was warm and gone far enough to let me snuggle
close, and fall asleep like that.

I slept so well, that I almost smiled on a very harsh and
loud wakening up. A hand was shaking me violently, and when I blinked the sleep
out of my eyes, and focused on upset looking Sasuke, he demanded:

�Tell me exactly
what Hinata told you on the phone. Every word.�

�What?� I asked, confused and trying to stretch under his
grip on my upper arm. �Why?�

�The phone is dead because someone cut the cables outside.�
When I just blinked, still confused, Sasuke yanked at me impatiently to get up.
�Why would anyone cut my phone cables? The only call I might want to make would
be to check if Hinata arrived safely, and that�s only if
she failed to call me herself. Emergency calls are going through to the hotel.�

He was oddly talkative; a tense,
almost panicking edge in his voice making me nervous.

�Why would anyone want you not to talk to your wife?� I
asked, but my mouth was already dry.

�I don�t know,� Sasuke almost forced out, annoyed for having
to repeat himself. �That
is why I want you to tell me exactly
what she said.�

�Sasuke,� I almost
whispered out as the recollection hit me. �It wasn�t me who talked to her at
all. It was Sakura.�

An uncharacteristic look of pure horror washed over his
face, and my blood froze. It was nothing clear that my mind came up with; I
just had that bad feeling that things finally went to hell, and this time for
good.

I got up on my feet to follow Sasuke, who was already at the
door.

A/N: Okay, I do know there are people there that disagree
with my choice for seme/uke. To be honest, I don�t really care, but you can complain all you want. I�ll defend myself for your amusement.

More importantly, I had, like, four heart attacks and
fifteen nervous breakdowns, trying to make it passable but keep Naruto�s inner monologue
and everything� Like Sasuke�s character � damn him, so hard to write! So if you
like it enough to want me to write more smut, be nice!
Very nice!
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