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Maid of the Mist – A Trip to Niagara Falls

a SasuNaruSasu Short
Author’s Note:

I’m well aware of the fact that the “hypothermia” plot hook has been used way too many times (and not only in fanfiction)… but I intend to use it anyway, and I intend to use it well… so there.
Disclaimers:

Naruto characters belong to Kishimoto-sensei. I just borrow them… without permission. Zergs, Terrans, and the Protoss—don’t worry if you have no clue in hell what those are; that just means you’re normal—all come from StarCraft by Blizzard Entertainment.
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“Anno ne, anno ne,” an annoying voice interrupted the beautiful silence of the night. “Are you awake?”
Sasuke cursed. “I am now.”
What was this? Daycare? He suddenly felt as if he was caring for a five-year-old. Good heavens.
“I have a question,” continued the irritating voice, apparently not sensing the homicidal quality of his tone.
Sasuke didn’t respond.
“Uhm,” the annoying voice persisted. Sasuke moaned. Somewhere in his half-asleep mind he registered the thoughts, Must Kill Him… Must Kill Him… “What’s it like being gay?”
That jerked Sasuke awake. “Wh-what?!”
“I said,” the idiotic voice said, slightly louder, “what’s it like being gay? Like, being attracted to other guys and stuff…”
Sasuke’s eyes were wide open, staring at the blackness above him. He could not believe he was having this conversation.
“I’m not gay, dammit,” he said irritably. Leave him alone now, please.
There was a pause. “You… aren’t?”
Sasuke sighed impatiently.
“Are you in denial or something?”
Sasuke wanted to slam his head against a rock. The blond’s… not his.
“No, I’m not.”
“Oh,” the voice said, something resembling realization entering its tone, “so… you’re bi?”
Sasuke gave up.
“Yeah, yeah,” he said, turning over to his side wishing the annoying voice be gone. “That’s it. I’m bisexual. Now, sleep.”
“So,” Argh… the voice wasn’t stopping. “How’d you figure it out?”
“Figure what out?” Sasuke sighed.
“That you were into both guys and girls.”
A silence.
“I said,” the blond insisted, probably thinking Sasuke hadn’t heard him… the thought that Sasuke was ignoring him probably not entering that miniscule brain of his. “How did you—”
“I flipped a coin.”
Another silence.
The voice wasn’t saying anything… Sasuke sighed on the inside.
Ahh… finally… peace…
“You serious?”
Sasuke knocked his head against the wall.
He heard a strange cracking sound, but ignored it.
Flipped a coin, huh? He didn’t think that actually worked… So… what…? Heads, and he’s gay; tails, and he’s straight… and when he flipped it, it landed standing up? (Was that even possible?)
Interesting…
Naruto sighed. He was cold. He, being the stubborn—no, strong-willed—person that he was, still hadn’t taken his shirt off.
He didn’t know why, it just didn’t feel right. He didn’t really think there was an actual reason.
All he knew was that now… he was… cold. Really, really cold.
And because of that, a strange instinct told him not to fall asleep. He felt like it would be a bad thing if he fell asleep… falling asleep when he was this cold couldn’t possibly be a good thing because… because… well… because…
Naruto yawned.
The bastard stopped talking again. Fine, he’ll just keep himself company. He’ll just… talk… to…
Uh… what was he saying?
But, see, he was so tired… so tired. It’d been a long day after all.
And, besides, it’d taken him ages to finally defeat Shikamaru in… uh… that game… thing…
… at that place where there were a lot of… game…
… thingies…
And, really, he was such a bastard, that… bastard. Wasn’t he?
He was.
Why did he always have to, like, uh… pick on him…
He reminded him of that… that… person… who… always did the same—
Ooh… was that a slug?
A slug crawling along the slender stem of a rose…
He liked slugs… that Naruto did.
Maybe.
> What do you mean Zergs are cheap?!
> I mean exactly that, dobe.
Sasuke woke up again, this time to the sound of someone pathetically shivering. It took a while for his mind to return from the sweet depths of oblivion enough so he could think straight.
Shivering and teeth-chattering meant… what, again?
Oh right. It meant that someone was cold. He wasn’t shivering… so the only other person that was—
“Shit,” he sat straight up, afraid of finding what he was pretty sure he would find. Turning to his right, his face paled.
“I told you to take the fucking shirt off, dobe!”
Sasuke crawled over to the idiotic blond. A once-over was enough to tell Sasuke the stupidiot was freezing, probably close to hypothermia. And, the idiot had fallen asleep. Was there another word for idiot, god dammit?
He tried to shake the blond awake, but nothing succeeded. Neither did slapping or rock-throwing.
Sasuke sighed and considered his options.
Was he going to regret doing what he figured was the only thing he could do?
However… if the idiot died on him now… what would have been the whole point of jumping off Maid of the Mist No. 4 to rescue said idiot? He looked down at the blond whose lips were turning a disturbing shade of blue and who was pitifully shaking like a leaf. (Did leaves actually “shake”? It’s actually a rather interesting expression, if one thought about it… not that now was the time to be thinking of such things.)
The idiot was going to die.
Sasuke reached out and held the edge of the blond’s shirt. Since he was trying to wake the idiot up, he didn’t bother being careful when pulled it over his head. Hmm… nice pecs. The guy apparently kept in shape. A hand touched the strong chest and Sasuke’s heart involuntarily leapt to his throat. It was as cold as ice. That, and the blond’s heartbeat was steadily getting slower and slower.
He sighed once again. The idiot was getting to be a lot more troublesome than he was worth.
Which was nothing.
Anyway…first, he had to warm him up. Somehow.
Sasuke had a foreboding feeling that he was going to regret this…
Really, what had he ever done to deserve such… such… whatever it was…?
But he was going to do it, wasn’t he?
Damn you, stupid conscience. Why are you always around when you’re not needed? (And conveniently missing when you are?)
He gingerly lifted the blond and forced him to sit up. Sasuke heard some nonsensical mumbling coming from the idiot… but that was all. He positioned himself behind him and let the blond lean on his back, hoping that his body warmth would be somehow enough. It took a lot of willpower not to jump away from the iciness that made contact with his skin.
Shit, he was cold.
The blond’s back was really, very cold. Too cold.
It was so cold… so… cold…
Naruto was teetering along that gray space—the space between consciousness and unconsciousness… he wasn’t thinking straight and he couldn’t move, but he was conscious enough to feel cold. That place sucked… he usually experienced it those three seconds when his opponent socked him one and he fell to the ground. Usually, he jumped right back up… but this, this one was different.
His entire body felt heavy. He was so sleepy; his eyelids wouldn’t even open no matter how much he willed them to. He was so tired… and so cold… he couldn’t move. He wanted to and didn’t want to at the same time.
Slugs…
His life started flashing before his eyes, regardless of the fact that he saw nothing but black.
> Terran—that’s the race men use. Zergs are easily manipulated and utilized. Cheap.
> And, what? The Terrans are more complicated? Wouldn’t that make them more… uh… not practical?!
> You mean impractical?
Hmm… funny… why was he recalling that conversation with—
Suddenly, he started feeling something. Something that felt vaguely familiar… something like…
Warmth.
Warm? Somewhere in Naruto’s lead-heavy brain, he knew that “warmth” equaled “good” in the situation he was in; and so, his body acted on what was only natural… and that was to reach for that warm something behind him…
Sasuke nearly jumped when he felt the dobe stir. For one fruitless moment, he thought the blond had come to… then he realized his mistake. Oh how cruel reality was.
Goose bumps crawled along his skin as the idiot turned around, engulfing him in an embrace of sorts, apparently (instinctively) seeking more warmth. A coarse and callused hand rested on his bare chest and Sasuke gulped.
If he were completely honest, Sasuke wasn’t exactly the kind of person who totally adored physical contact of any sort—other than, you know, that undeniably nice feeling the breaking of bone brought when someone deserved a nice good kick in the nose—in fact, it would be safe to say that… well… he… despised being touched.
No, he did not have a phobia.
He had gone out with a couple of girls here and there (he was actually pretty popular at school), and he wasn’t, to say the least, a virgin. But he preferred to keep physical contact to a bare minimum… particularly with guys who had sexuality issues.
Not that… he was homophobic… or anything.
And so, the way he was being held right now—well, let’s just say it wasn’t exactly a familiar sensation. And gosh, was he cold. It took all of Sasuke’s willpower and energy not to shrink away from the icy (yet indisputably muscular) chest that now pressed against his bare back.
The Uchiha gasped when the blond’s grip suddenly tightened, bringing the two of them closer together, with the idiot’s face resting on the nape of Sasuke’s neck. He could feel the idiot’s steady, yet laboured, breathing; every time it brushed against his skin, his hair would stand on end. Sasuke gulped. He… did not like this… not one bit.
“O-oi,” he ventured, “d-dobe. You alive?”
He heard a mumble that sounded remotely like Hmm… warm…
Sasuke sighed. Would he be forced to stay like this the whole night? The idiot had an iron grip.
Suddenly, he felt something wet pressing against his back. It was then that he realized the blond had crawled to his knees to get a better angle—the really strange thing was that, well, the blond was still unconscious. Looking down, he realized his own pants were soaked and the only reason he’d stopped noticing that was because his legs were numb with cold. He knew he probably should do something to remedy the situation… but… he couldn’t exactly move with the way the blond was clinging on to him—and breathing on him, among other things—for dear life. Then again, he couldn’t exactly let the idiot do as he pleased—
When the blond’s hands started wandering, he decided that he really needed to do something about their current position.
He was not going to get felt up by an unconscious idiot, heck no.
Especially one who wasn’t sure if he was gay or not.
Sasuke turned around and wondered if the blond’s legs were as numb as his… the blond probably had it worse since he’d been freezing a better part of the evening. He sighed and cursed his good nature.
He roughly freed his arms from the blond’s grip—not without a little difficultly and vainly hoping he would wake up—and unzipped his soaked jeans, sliding them off his numb legs. Turning around, he held the blond so he wouldn’t hit his head on the hard, rocky ground—though, admittedly, that would have felt really nice to do—and used his right hand to do the same to him. He tossed the idiot’s jeans next to his and looping his elbows under the blond’s armpits, Sasuke maneuvered the blond and himself so that the idiot was leaning his back against Sasuke’s chest and his head was resting on his right shoulder; no more breathing against his neck and definitely no more touching. He almost breathed a sigh of relief.
Sasuke’s hands rested on the ground behind him to help him balance against the weight that was now against him—a weight he wasn’t familiar with, and he tentatively rubbed his legs against the blond’s icy cold ones, hoping the friction would bring some warmth… to both parties. His ministrations were not in vain, and eventually even Sasuke could feel the benefits of sharing body warmth with the blond. The idiot wasn’t so icy anymore, at least… and this was the best he could do with the lack of blankets.
> I’m telling you, man, Zergs are so totally the way to go.
> You’re only saying that because you’re stupid, dobe.
Naruto’s consciousness slowly returned from hovering between the void, and with it came his senses. His eyes blinked open—he could see darkness, absolute darkness. Then, he could smell the putrid scent of the cave—ah, right. He was in a cave—and hear the raging sound of the undying falls… and feel… a steady heartbeat—his?—beating against… his back?—Nope, not his… wait a minute. Naruto blinked into the night again. Huh?
After a while, he realized he could smell something else as well—something… different. And he heard something else, too… the sound of someone breathing… someone nearby. As in, right against his left ear.
His eyes eventually adjusted to the darkness and he realized that he wasn’t alone.
He paled when he looked down and discovered his state of undress… and the fact that his legs were currently tangled up with someone else’s. He gulped, afraid of what he would find if he turned his head. He was leaning on something warm and a little too soft to be rock, and he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to know what it was.
He gasped as someone grabbed him. He couldn’t see anything—was he blindfolded?—but, he could feel someone breathing hard against his neck. He barely stifled the moan that escaped his mouth as a talented tongue snaked its way down…
> Hey! Isn’t that… uh… rebundant… or something?
> It’s redundant, usuratonkachi. Didn’t think you’d notice.
Sasuke woke when the idiot suddenly moved. It was a slight movement, barely noticeable… but still a movement. In his currently rather embarrassing position, every slight movement made by the blond—from his originally laboured breathing, to suddenly erratic heartbeat—was noticeable. Sasuke chose not to move, well aware of what must be going though the idiot’s (perverted) mind right about now…
… that and the fact that he was a little too aware of things going on down south. He was almost certain he felt his stomach tightening as memories of his strange dream forced themselves to the front of his mind.
It had been quite a while since he had a dream of that nature, and he shuddered to think that the reason for it was the rather heady scent he could smell coming from the idiotic blond; a scent which was, in its own way, a little intoxicating.
Not that Sasuke wasgay or anything…
However, what confused him the most was the fact that in the middle of… the… erm… very uncommon dream… he’d remembered a really, rather old conversation he had with an online friend of his—
The Uchiha bit back a gasp as the idiot shifted, accidentally moving against his groin. What the hell… When the blond moved again, accidentally brushing on the same spot for a second time, Sasuke almost cursed out loud and fought the instinct to throw the blond off him. You never knew what could happen with wild animals, after all. No matter how stupid they were, any sudden movement that scared them could be fatal for the person who caused such movement.
“Oh my god,” he heard the blond whisper, something like fascination in his voice. “Y-You’re getting hard.”
Sasuke paled… he was what?
No. Ridiculous.
Not in front of him, no way.
“What are you talking about, dob—”
The blond moved against him, this time deliberately and purposely. Sasuke gasped. Audibly.
He could feel it too… the way his body was reacting. Sasuke cursed human genetics.
And really, was it his fault he hadn’t gotten laid for more than half a year now?
And that bloody dream…
But still… that was no excuse to—
He bit back another gasp and the urge to murder the perverted idiot in front of him.
Naruto was fascinated.
He had to admit, other than himself, he had never induced an erection on another guy before… and it was… well, strangely fascinating. He moved his butt again, grinding the black-haired boy’s steadily hardening groin behind him. He wondered what the boy was thinking about… surely not about the current situation… maybe he was picturing his girlfriend or—
Oh wait, never mind… the guy was gay.
Which… would mean what Naruto was doing right now was… dangerous.
Ah well… it was all too fascinating. Everything was. The way the guy’s heartbeat obviously went up by about 500bpm; the way the guy’s even and calm breathing suddenly became laboured and irregular; the way he would bite back his gasps and moans which were all dying to escape… for reasons Naruto would rather not try to comprehend… all that was a bit too fascinating…
Fascinating to the point that he found them… well, slightly erotic. Cough.
Naruto had a strangely urgent desire to jerk himself off… but like hell would he do that in front of a complete stranger. Though it took nearly all of his willpower to force his hands away from his own member, he somehow survived, it seemed.
Suddenly, he felt a hand wrap roughly against him, through the cloth of his boxers. Naruto stilled, terrified.
“Shit,” he heard from behind him. “You’re hard too.”
Sasuke grinned.
So, the idiot was gay too—
No… so… the idiot was gay. Period.
Anyway… he wasn’t going to let the dobe get away with molesting him like that and forcing him to make all those embarrassing sounds. Hell no. It was the usuratonkachi’s turn to be humiliated.
Naruto pursed his lips, hoping to seal them shut. The black-haired boy behind him was cupping him, feeling him and playing with him… and he couldn’t help but blush at the fact that his body was reacting positively. In retaliation, he had resumed moving his butt against him, this time more deliberately… However, the sex sounds (if he could even call them that; the other boy’s heavy breathing, that is) was only making his cock twitch.
Oh dear lord, he couldn’t believe he’d just thought that.
He gulped as the boy continued stroking him, slowly, deliberately, teasingly… strongly. The black-haired boy was not stopping.
Oh… god…
It actually felt… good.
Naruto had to use every cell in his body to force himself not to want being touched the way he was… things might just get a little out of control. A little. It was so difficult not to move against those seriously talented hands that were—
Something clicked.
No way was he going to take this lying down. He was Uzumaki Naruto! No way!
Literally.
The blond suddenly turned around, freeing himself from Sasuke’s grip. The raven-haired boy’s eyes grew involuntarily wide as the dobe in front of him suddenly saddled him. The boy’s eyes traveled slowly, taking in every inch of his bare chest. Sasuke couldn’t help but swallow hard.
Wh-what… the…
Eventually, clear, blue and painfully innocent eyes leveled with his own. Sasuke noted the evident mischief and satisfaction embedded in those eyes… and did not fail to see the upturned corner of the blond’s lips.
Then, the blond bucked. Sasuke gasped as a shot of pleasure climbed up and down his spine, making his toes curl. He very nearly arched into the blond.
Naruto bit his bottom lip, trying his best to suppress his own moans. He continued his ministrations, moving against the black-haired boy below him, all the while trying to ignore the painfully present pleasure he was feeling—and the gnawing need for more—and concentrating on the bastard’s failed attempts at silencing his gasps.
He was making him suffer, right? This was the ultimate… embarrassment… right?
Naruto was… winning… right?
That’s why it was okay that it felt so good. Yeah, it felt good because he was winning.
When the black-haired boy arched his back, Naruto gulped. Though there was hardly any light, he could make out the boy’s very apparently erect nipples.
For reasons he didn’t understand, he wanted to touch them… see what they felt like…
Not that… he was gay… or anything.
Sasuke felt he was going insane. His body wanted more (a fact which he loathed), but he was not going to give in to something as stupid and as retarded as this… especially because he was below the idiot. It was ridiculous.
He was not going to give in. He was not going to arch his back, move against the blond nor was he going to—
Sasuke took in a quick breath as a cold hand suddenly made contact with his chest. His eyes shot open—wait, when had he closed them?!—and saw, to his surprise, the blond suddenly pulling back and hesitatingly looking at him.
The cold hand hovered a while near his chest and very slowly, the blond lowered his fingers to touch a nipple. Sasuke couldn’t hold in the gasp that came with the contact—the boy’s fingers were icy and the way his thumb was caressing a nub was… inexplicably erotic. Sasuke’s eyes inadvertently shut tight when a second set of fingers began similar motions against his other nipple.
O-Oh god…
…This is embarrassing!
Naruto knew his cheeks were probably burning red. Well, he was feeling really hot anyway. Which was weird since it was freezing, this much he knew. But, the black-haired boy was hot too… and Naruto was sweating. And breathing hard.
It felt like he was on an adrenaline rush—like he usually was when he was really into training. A nice, tireless adrenaline rush… only, this kind was different. This kind of adrenaline rush felt… special… and it made him want more.
He wanted to touch the boy everywhere… see what kind of sounds he could make come out of that annoying mouth of his and—
Suddenly, the black-haired boy leaned forward and licked his neck.
Naruto stopped moving completely, eyes incredibly wide, and totally not believing what had just happened. The place where he was licked burned as if acid had just been poured all over it… and the boy was still doing it; licking him… like he was a lollipop.
The boy made a slow, steady trail downward, his hands flying to Naruto’s bare chest. The blond gasped when a tongue expertly brushed against a nipple, grunted when he was bitten, and moaned when the hurt was suck on.
Shit…
He didn’t get it… his mind was slowly going blank…
Then, he remembered something… something Kiba had said. What was it?
Oh yeah, man! Shino totally goes crazy when I do this to him…
Dude! Why are you telling me this?! Did I even ask?!
Shut up and listen. All you have to do is…
Somewhere in Sasuke’s mind, the part where sense and logic still existed, said that what he was doing was the most disgusting thing in the whole world… but all the girls he’d dated enjoyed it when he did this, and he figured a gay guy would as well. It was unfamiliar territory as far as he was concerned and he wasn’t so sure what to do… which was something rare for the Uchiha.
Strangely enough, the blond didn’t taste so bad, actually.
The salty taste of his sweat had a unique flavour… he found strangely… erotic.
In any case, he knew at least now he had some form of control. Control was something he needed.
As his tongue continued its work, Sasuke became vaguely aware of a movement below him. The next thing he knew, the dobe had gripped the garter of his boxers and was slowly easing them down. Sasuke stilled and pushed the blond back, gripping his shoulders.
When the dobe smirked, Sasuke couldn’t help fearing for his life.
Okay… maybe… things were starting to spiral out of—
Sasuke’s eyes grew wide as the blond in front of him placed two fingers in his mouth, and sucked on them, all the while not letting go of his stare. Watching the dobe suck on his index and middle fingers, Sasuke gulped, feeling his cock stir at the sight. Then, those same fingers were stuffed into his own mouth—which was slightly a bit too easy to do considering he’d been gaping at the blond—and Sasuke was almost certain he’d been asked to suck on them.
So, he did… grinning.
You’re not scaring me, hell no.
Naruto gulped and never once let go of the sight—the sight of the boy sensuously sucking on his two fingers. He felt his cock twitch inside his boxers, and wondered what it would feel like if the black-haired boy was doing that to—
Uh… never mind…
Anyway, according to Kiba, this… drove even stoic Shino crazy, and really… crazy and Shino were oxymoronic. Naruto wanted to see if he could make the bastard scream.
Just to prove who was better, you know.
Naruto pushed the black-haired boy back, eliciting a grunt of annoyance from him, and moved back slowly, still staring into those onyx eyes, sucking and licking on his two fingers again and taking the boy’s boxers with him. When his cock made contact with the icy night air, the boy hissed and stared at the blond, hard. The words What the fuck do you intend to do to me?! were evident in the stare. Looking down, Naruto gulped.
Shit… another guy’s length shouldn’t be as exciting as this. Something was definitely not normal here.
Ah well, he had a job to do.
Upon reaching the boy’s ankles, Naruto lifted his butt up a bit, and slid the black boxers off completely, tossing them nearby. Then, gripping the boy’s thighs, he lifted them up. On his knees, Naruto moved forward—ignoring pointy rocks and the discomfort kneeling on them brought—guiding the boy’s knees to rest on his shoulders.
“Fuck!”
The way muscles clamped down on his fingers when he’d pushed them inside the other boy’s opening brought images into Naruto’s mind that only made him blush. It’s so tight… Naruto was panting now, and his heart was going unbelievably fast—and the way the boy was writhing underneath him, panting, face contorted into something he couldn’t quite interpret, was not helping his own arousal at all. Oh yeah, Naruto was aroused by this… yes he was.
The only thing Sasuke was aware of was the pain. Pure, white hot pain. He couldn’t move. He could’ve easily used his knees to slam the other boy to the ground, but it fucking hurt. What was he doing?!
“A-Argh!”
Sasuke couldn’t stop the sounds that came out of his mouth. When a second finger forced its way in, he thought he almost fainted. His eyes were screwed shut now, and he was gripping rocks with both hands… if only he could move his arms enough to stuff those rocks in the idiot’s face.
Suddenly, the fingers were gone and two hands were gripping him around his thighs. A pull, a movement, and something else entirely was inside him.
“FUCK!”
Sasuke had a vague idea what it was, but was too afraid and too much in pain to bother thinking too much about it. However, the excruciating pain soon gave way to a dull throb, as the blond continued pumping slowly in and out of him… and Sasuke became aware of a different sort of sensation all together.
Naruto cursed in his mind. It hurt a little, but the way the black-haired boy’s muscles clamped around his cock very nearly made him come. Naruto placed his tongue between his teeth and concentrated on not coming before the bastard.
Now, what was it Kiba had said to do again…?
“A-Ahh!”
Sasuke’s back arched, and he yelled. Suddenly, the idiot being inside him was not a completely horrible feeling altogether anymore—in fact… it felt good. Sasuke’s mind had gone a terrifying blank, he could not think, was not thinking, and everything was centered on one thing alone: the sensations the blond was making him feel; the burning and fiery knots tangling up in his stomach; the excruciating pleasure that shot up and down his spine, all the way down to his toes, whenever the blond pushed back inside him and hit that one delicious spot.
“Oh… oh god…”
He was close—Naruto could sense it; the black-haired boy was close. Sadly, so was he. Naruto, if he were honest, didn’t know how much more of the boy’s moaning, screaming and clamping around his cock he would be able to take before he eventually gave in. Hell, if the way he was feverishly pushing and pulling in and out of the boy was any indication, he was more than willing to give in right now. But, no… he had to wait—
Suddenly, muscles clamped tight around him, and he yelped. Looking down, he saw the black-haired boy staring into his eyes—their black depths threatening and foreboding. He gulped.
Having let his guard down, it was not hard to guess how he’d suddenly been pushed down. With a grunt, he hit the ground, spiky rocks pressing into his head—but he didn’t feel them; he was too busy gaping up at the flushed boy that now saddled him, panting, sweating and staring really hard; much like his length which now felt like it was scorching a mark on Naruto’s stomach.
“Te-teme, wha—“
Naruto was unable to complete his sentence as the black-haired boy suddenly pulled up and slammed down on him.
“Fu-fuck!”
It was all Naruto could do to keep from yelling out in pure ecstasy—because, as weird though as it was, it felt good. Really, really good. He was swimming; swimming in the heady scent of musk and of sweat… swimming in the sensations of lust and pleasure mixed with pain… and it all felt really good.
Sasuke gasped when two hands grasped him as he slammed down on the blond. The feeling of being completely filled was an entirely new feeling for Sasuke… but that’s not to say he didn’t enjoy it. Every single time that one spot would get hit—and he’d never been touched there before—his toes would curl and he’d be tempted to yell out. Fire would spread all over his body, eventually subside, only to be lit again the next time round.
He watched him now—the blond’s writhing; the way he was flushed with lust and sweaty with the effort; the way his eyes were shut tight in indescribable pleasure, and the way he breathed—hard, laboured, ragged… Sasuke’s heartbeat was erratic.
Sense no longer knew meaning in his mind.
There was only one truth in the universe: this felt really good.
He wanted more.
Naruto pumped the bastard and moved his hip up in time with each thrust. His back had gone numb from hitting the rocky ground so many times, but really… Naruto couldn’t feel anything but what the black-haired bastard was making him feel. And that was pure, unadulterated pleasure. It wasn’t like anything he’d ever felt before, and he’d slept with quite a few girls in his time. Maybe.
He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t see.
“A-ah…u-uh…”
He was panting.
“Shit…”
Moaning.
“Oh god… oh… god…”
The black-haired boy pulled up and slammed down with a vengeance—“Fuck!”—It was so tig—
—white blinded his vision—
Stars…
And, he came.
“A-Ahhh!”
With an exploding force that caused him to moan and arch his back at an impossible angle, he came.
One final push, and that one final time his prostrate was hit, and Sasuke gave in. He was vaguely aware of the fact that the blond had arched his back, and had screamed—or was that him?—and that something wet and slippery was suddenly sliding down his thigh when he collapsed and fell on a heaving bare chest.
The blond was still inside him.
“Fuck.” Suddenly, the word had a whole new meaning.
As his heart rate began to slowly regulate, Sasuke couldn’t help but breathe in the musky scent that surrounded the two of them.
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