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Soup's On	By : OfFansAndFlames Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1793 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Sasuke and Itachi only spoke for several more minutes until Itachi drifted off. The nurses told him that Itachi would likely sleep through most of the day. Sasuke had originally planned to camp out at the hospital, but the hospital staff reassured Sasuke that Itachi would only recover over the next several days. Rather than wearing himself down at the hospital, he should go home and rest. Sasuke reluctantly supposed they were correct.
This wasn't a sprint to the finish line. Itachi would need him over the next several weeks. Besides, he would be of much more use to Itachi selling than he would be sitting in a hospital waiting room while Itachi slept. He gave Naruto a call, very calmly explaining the situation and insisting that yes, he was just fine.
By the time he got home, the sun had almost ventured completely out from behind the hill. The house was still dark, light enough to navigate around but too dark to read by. It would appear that Naruto had either fallen asleep with the phone or had just decided to remain upstairs. Slowly, moving as if zombified, Sasuke pulled out the chair of the kitchen table and plunked down. Only then did he realize how profoundly tired he was.
Suddenly, his vision began to blur. He brought his thumb to his eye to remove the intruding matter, only to find that it came back wet. His throat, already red with irritation, tightened. Warm drops began to stream down his cheek, back to back.
How had this happened so quickly? In the only calm he'd had since the chaos of last night, everything rushed to the surface. He was finally alone. He covered his eyes with his hand, wishing that his body would just cooperate and stop. His chest felt like it was clenching around something sharp.
His brother had almost died. What would've happened? He would have lost his entire family. He would've lost his home. He would've been placed into foster care. Naruto would have had to return to the streets. Only now did he truly allow his mind to wander, after he had been removed from the situation.
What if he had gone to bed early that night? He'd even considered that, hoping that it would knock out his own fever. What if he'd slept through the noises? His mind vividly pictured the sight of him kicking down his brother's door, only to find him dead in a pool of his own vomit and blood. He would have died, just like his parents had last year. Just like that, Sasuke would be alone.
"Stop it, Uchiha," he whispered to himself.
His shoulder bounced as he cried as quietly as he could. He felt embarrassed for his tears, even in the privacy of his own mind. He wasn't supposed to cry. He would never be so weak and sentimental. Even when his parents died, he'd only shed tears a couple of times. He had to be strong now. Thus, it came to his horror when he heard footsteps approach him.
No one was supposed to see him like this. He supposed that this was fate's way of paying him back for that time he found Naruto on Eighth and J, his face bruised and beaten. He knew now how Naruto must've felt. Sasuke still had bits of vomit and blood on his shirt, coughing every few minutes through his soft crying. The cerulean of Naruto's concerned eyes wouldn't leave his body. So he did whatever he could to make himself look at least slightly less pathetic. He dried his eyes, and did his best to sound angry rather than bereft.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Why don't you just turn the lights on like any normal person? You're clumsy enough already!" Sasuke attempted to shout, but his raw vocal chords refused to cooperate.
Naruto approached Sasuke slowly, a deep frown on his face.
"Sasuke..."
He wrapped his arms around Sasuke's neck, holding his body into him. Sasuke's body became rigid as he successfully fought back his tears. The silence was precarious.
"Naruto, stop. Not now."
Naruto's touch was dangerous. It grounded him, softened him. He couldn't give in. He couldn't let it hit him. But instead, Naruto took a seat next to Sasuke, forcing Sasuke's entire upper body into his arms. Sasuke's head rested on Naruto's shoulder, and he attempted to tense, to ignore Naruto's warmth, the hand softly petting the back of his head. If he allowed his body to give, he felt that he would lose control.
"I mean it," he spoke, his voice still strong enough to be authoritative, "Leave me alone."
The idiot wouldn't give up. He tried to move away from Naruto, who only pulled him back more tenaciously. Sasuke had stopped crying the instant he noticed Naruto, yet the blond still held him so tightly. Sasuke was trying to fight it. It had been difficult to pull himself together so quickly, and Naruto was definitely not helping matters. He knew how to do this. He knew well how to stuff his stresses and struggles to the recesses of his mind. Sasuke wanted to retreat, to block himself off. It wasn't fair. Why did Naruto have to be around when it was the toughest to shut down?
Sasuke frowned, allowing his body to relax. The muscles gave way, his rib cage compressed, and his eyelids drooped. He sighed, very slowly letting out the air that the muscles around his chest had clung to so stubbornly. His eyes burned, then they teared. He felt the tears flowing fast and heavy, and before he was even aware of what his body was doing, his entire frame was wracked by deep sobs.
He hadn't cried like this since he was a small child. Even after his parents died, though he did leak out the eyes a handful of times, he'd never let go to this extent. His honor would not allow it. It was cathartic, relieving, painful, and humiliating all at once. It wasn't just about his brother. It was everything that had happened this past year, all rolled up into one. It was his fury, his loneliness, and his heartbreak.
His parents were dead. Nothing he could ever do would bring them back. He was every bit as powerless in those regards as he was the day that fire had consumed their flesh. He would never hear his father's reluctant but warmingly genuine laughter again. He would never hear his mother's soft voice humming in the car or feel her smooth hand gently comb through his hair while he lay in bed fevered, just as he was now. Though he would give most anything for just one more minute with them, they were gone. It was over. Never again.
And again, from the time he found Itachi on the bathroom floor even to right now, he had been powerless. If fate had frowned upon him today, he would never feel Itachi's fingertips between his brows, never sip at his beer over burgers and laughter. He was powerless to protect Itachi from the sickness that plagued him, powerless to provide for his family. He was powerless to find Naruto a home. He hated all of these things he couldn't control. These were the very things that could take from him the people that mattered most in a heartbeat. And so he cried.
He had only met Naruto this summer. Why would he allow himself to unwind around this boy, of all people? He hated the sounds coming from him. They sounded so miserable and pitiful. It made him feel so vulnerable, yet so honest. It clicked for Sasuke now. Maybe love was being able to act like this around someone.
"Shit... He really could've died. I could've lost him."
Naruto tried not to reveal his shock at Sasuke's reaction. The sounds issuing from Sasuke were literally painful to Naruto. At the most, he'd seen a knit brow, a sigh, or a frown from Sasuke. He knew that Sasuke was stressed, but he only showed it in the smallest of ways.
Naruto didn't object to crying. When he needed to blow off steam, he saw no problem with shedding a few tears. He knew that this wasn't the case with Sasuke, the epitome of stoicism, of grace under pressure. It was tragic and almost disturbing. For Sasuke to cry, especially like this, he must really be hurting. Sasuke clenched Naruto's shirt roughly, balling the fabric with white knuckles.
He hated to see Sasuke suffer like this. He wanted to fix everything for Sasuke, to make his brother healthy, to bring his parents back. But all he could do was just wrap his pale frame in his own. It seemed so inadequate. Naruto's throat tightened, and his eyes misted with tears.
Sasuke tried to ignore thoughts of humiliation and insecurity, feeling a deep inner tension leave his body. Sasuke wasn't sure how much time had passed. Finally, he began to run out of steam, succumbing to profound exhaustion. He was unpleasantly reminded of his fever as he was struck by nausea in the pit of his stomach and a nasty headache. Tears were still falling, but noiselessly now.
"It...was the same hospital my dad died in," Sasuke muttered.
Naruto's veins iced at Sasuke's words. He had suspected from the start that Sasuke would be making connections. He'd just lost his parents last year, so how could he avoid being reminded? Sasuke had told Naruto that no one in the house made it past the night. This was vague. Who had been in the house? Had they died on the spot? How much had Sasuke seen?
Naruto didn't speak at first, running his fingers through Sasuke's hair as he pinned a chunk of his bangs behind his ear. What could he possibly say to that?
"That must've been really scary."
The Uchiha merely nodded in response, unable to maintain eye contact.
"I kept...remembering... Fuck, I miss my parents so much. I think about them every day."
As difficult as this was for Naruto hear, he felt profoundly honored that Sasuke, as distant as he was, would choose to open up to him. He believed that this was a very big step in their relationship. Something about Sasuke's tone seemed so raw, so...real. Naruto couldn't currently see Sasuke's eyes, but he saw a plump tear fall from his face to the back of his hand. Even if Sasuke could never explain how badly his parents' death had damaged him, it was clear in his voice.
"I had no reason to ever expect them to die. But all of the sudden..."
It felt that nearly everything he'd known or loved had disappeared in a second. His parents, all of his possessions, and even his cat were lost in the fire. All he had was Itachi and Naruto now. Thank god for them. Yet couldn't he lose them just as easily?
Sasuke's voice cracked, and a new surge of tears was coming. Fine. He didn't care anymore. Naruto silently pet Sasuke, rubbing his sore head and shoulders from time to time. It was so unfair, Naruto thought. Sasuke was only fifteen years old. Losing his parents had been difficult enough. Now Sasuke had to deal with the possibility of losing his brother, the sight of him lying on the bathroom floor inches from death.
Several tears ran down Naruto's cheek, their course indenting slightly as it met his scars. He couldn't stand to see Sasuke suffer like this. He wanted to say something, to fix the situation, to soothe and reassure. But right now, Sasuke needed to talk, needed to be listened to. If Naruto interrupted him, and thus derailed Sasuke's train of thought, Sasuke might shut down completely.
"It's crazy. People can get snatched up in an instant, right under your nose. That's why I get paranoid... Maybe I overreact. My parents, then you, now Itachi... Everything moves so fast, and there's not shit I can do about it. I just have to keep moving with it, but it's too much, too fast..."
When was the last time he'd used so many words, and about such a topic no less? He had previously led a calm existence. He had no reason to become so strong. He had not been even slightly prepared for what the next year would hold. He wanted to go back. God, he'd give anything to go back. He had thought that his parents' deaths would be the worst of it. He had already been strained, but stresses seemed to come one after the next. How could he fix himself when he kept being knocked down just as he began to make progress?
Naruto didn't interrupt Sasuke as he spoke. These were all words that needed to be said, words that Sasuke had buried deep in his psyche, covered by a front of distance and indifference. Sasuke's reckless behavior made sense, especially when he said such things. Maybe Sasuke jumped the gun sometimes, but he would do anything to protect the people he loved.
Sasuke held Naruto tightly into his body, hiding his face with Naruto's shoulder. A few remaining tears fell, more slowly now. Naruto gently lifted Sasuke's face up by his chin, slowly kissing him, his tongue caressing Sasuke's as they leisurely moved against each other. When Sasuke looked back at Naruto, his eyes were red and slightly swollen, but the tears had stopped.
"I can do it, right?"
Sasuke was actually asking him for reassurance? He never would've seen that one coming. Naruto grinned.
"Of course you can. You're such a stubborn little asshole... I know you can face whatever comes your way. You're strong, Sasuke."
Sasuke smiled back, the corners of his lips quaking as he kept back tears.
"I was just testing you, by the way," Sasuke answered wryly, despite the fact that his voice was still strained. "You passed."
Naruto snickered, before continuing in a quieter voice, "You don't have to do it alone, Sasuke."
All of this time, it had been Sasuke who stayed up late pouring over textbooks, setting up deals, and mowing lawns. Naruto had done what he could to help, keeping the house tidy and backing Sasuke up emotionally. Hell, he couldn't even cook for Sasuke. Any attempts at doing so just caused more hassle if anything. But these efforts could only go so far. It seemed so feeble.
"You." Sasuke gripped Naruto's hand tightly before continuing, "You're not going anywhere, got it?"
Sasuke's voice was pushy with a hint of dry jest. But damn, how much more was he supposed to handle? At least someone had to stick around. He couldn't take losing Naruto now.
There was something more Naruto had wanted to say. Perhaps there was another way he could help. It was risky, yes, but if Sasuke was willing to go this far for his brother… He would discuss this with Sasuke later. He'd wait until Sasuke was in a less fragile state of mind before making any decisions.
"Got it."
Sasuke lifted his head up again. He was surprised at how much better he felt. Is this what people saw in crying, in talking things out? Sasuke felt ashamed when a small part of him wished that he had done this much, much sooner. Maybe he would consider opening up a little more in the future, just possibly.
As he parted away from Naruto, he wiped at his face and raised his lip in disgust upon noticing how wet it was. His nose was stuffed and runny to the point that it had become useless, and his head ached. Christ, he was a wreck.
"This is absolutely disgusting."
Maybe he'd take back what he'd thought about letting out his emotions more often. He'd clearly forgotten all the things that crying entails, like puffy skin, runny noses, and aching heads. He rubbed his temple and tried to resist the urge to wipe at his nose.
"No wonder I never do this."
Naruto chuckled, offering Sasuke a box of tissues from the counter. Sasuke cleaned up quickly.
"Feeling any better now?"
Sasuke sighed, "Yeah, I'll be fine. But I really have to figure out how to raise all that... Shit."
Naruto hesitated at Sasuke's sudden change of tone. Suddenly, Sasuke was on his feet. Naruto bit his lip, wondering what Sasuke was referring to. It sounded rather dire.
"What?"
"It's 6:52."
Naruto perked a brow.
"Uh... And?"
Sasuke was moving away now in strides.
"I have to get ready. I'll be late for the bus."
Naruto's jaw dropped as he regarded Sasuke with skepticism. He couldn't be serious. After all that had happened, he wanted to go to school? How Sasuke could endure so much and then just snap back into game mode frankly amazed him.
"Please tell me you're shittin' me."
But Sasuke had already entered the downstairs bathroom. He used a washcloth to cover his face in cold water, which reduced his face's temperature and the reddish swelling around his eyes at the same time. There, no evidence of distress whatsoever. He'd have to shower and change outfits too. Dammit.
"You're not going to school today."
Sasuke arched a brow, finding Naruto's statement rather novel. Naruto, meanwhile, wondered how Sasuke could compose himself so quickly. The guy had just been crying his eyes out.
"Apparently I am."
Naruto crossed his arms, stubbornly shaking his head.
"Nope."
"Yep."
Naruto rolled his eyes, losing his patience now.
"Stop being so stubborn! You haven't slept all night, and you have a fever."
Not to mention the fact that he'd had to call an ambulance on his brother, and that said brother had nearly died. Or that he'd just broken down bawling. For Christ's sake, the guy still had blood on him. Of course, he knew that saying this would get him nowhere with Sasuke.
"A low grade fever," Sasuke clarified with a croak.
Naruto shook head head, holding his feet in place. He wasn't budging an inch.
"You are not going to school, and that's final."
Sasuke merely smirked, almost amused by the authority in Naruto's voice, "You should realize by now that you'll never be able to boss me around."
"You need to rest!"
Sasuke frowned, replying in a more patient tone of voice, "Breakdown time is over. I've got shit to do."
The blond obstinately stood in front of the bathroom door, blocking Sasuke's path to the bedroom. How could Sasuke recover so quickly?
"Move," Sasuke ordered.
Naruto's eyebrows declined angrily, and he mouthed the word quite clearly, "No."
Sasuke calmly tried to push Naruto out of the way, but he didn't budge.
"I mean it, dumbass. I'm behind in calculus."
Naruto's smirked as his brows raised, a mocking smile on his face.
"Oooh, you gonna get a B or something?"
"Of course not."
Naruto arched his brow.
"Have you ever even gotten one?"
"No, and I don't intend to. So move your ass."
Sasuke had seriously never even gotten a B? For as much trouble as Sasuke could cause, he was certainly an overachiever.
"You're not even gonna be able to learn when you're like this!"
"I need the sales too."
Naruto again looked stern. He was reminding Sasuke of his mother at this rate. He might as well just put an apron on him.
"Yeah, stop doing that! You're gonna get in big trouble!"
Sasuke sighed, "If anything, this fiasco has showed me that I need to be more diligent about it."
Naruto grunted and pressed his forehead into his palm.
"No. Less! Be less diligent!"
They were performing the operation, weren't they? Why the urgency? Sasuke stared at Naruto impatiently, now forcibly shoving him out of the way.
"I said no, dickboat!"
"Piss off! I'm gonna be late!"
Soft pushes weren't going to get him anywhere. Sasuke threw his weight into Naruto's body and sent the smaller boy stumbling backwards, running up the stairs and locking the shower door behind him. He threw off his clothes. Water. Shampoo. Soap. Done in five minutes. He wrapped a towel around his waist and pulled at his bedroom door...which was locked. Sasuke kicked the door.
"Hey! Let me in!"
Naruto shouted back.
"Joke's on you, bastard! You can't go to school if you don't have any clothes!"
Of course, Naruto was doing this for Sasuke's own good. Sasuke was going to get really sick if he didn't rest today. Naturally, he didn't find the idea of Sasuke slamming on the door with nothing but a towel around his waist amusing. He didn't take any sick pleasure in this. No, of course not. Whatever the case, Sasuke was anything but amused.
"If you don't let me in, I'm gonna punch your fucking lights out! Now open the door!"
"You can't make me!"
What was he going to do? He certainly couldn't wear the outfit he'd just stripped out of. As if the sight of it weren't bad enough, it wasn't exactly the most fragrant. So he could either convince Naruto to let him in (unlikely), find some other way into his room, or just sit there naked until the school bus rolled around.
He had an idea, but he was running out of time. He rummaged through his pants and pulled out his school ID, which he promptly used to wiggle into his bedroom. That lock had never been very strong. Naruto shrieked upon hearing the door open, a shower of potato chips hitting the ground in his shock.
He was unsure whether the sight of a naked, still slightly damp Sasuke angrily charging towards him was more amusing, arousing, or frightening. Sasuke lifted his fist back and punched Naruto in the shoulder, a good bit harder than was playful. Naruto grasped both hands around Sasuke's arm, the larger boy tugging Naruto across the carpet by his heels as he approached the closet.
"Let go!"
Sasuke grabbed the nearest T-shirt. He didn't exactly have the luxury of being picky right now. As Sasuke tried to lift the shirt over his head to put it on, Naruto barred his forearm over the collar and pushed Sasuke's head down. At this rate, the shirt was going to rip, and this exchange was certainly doing nothing for Sasuke's headache. Sasuke's towel fell to the ground as he strained, much to Naruto's approval.
"You are going to be in such deep shit when I get home from school today."
He couldn't even get the damned shirt over his head.
"You aren't going to school! You're going to go to bed and eat chicken noodle soup and watch cartoons with me, dammit!"
"Your shows are all horrible!" Sasuke spat, and he meant it.
Naruto gasped, "Well, your music sucks! There's a reason why no one's heard of these bands!"
He actually loved Sasuke's music, but that fact would hardly serve his current purposes. Sasuke growled. He'd gotten the shirt over his head but was having great difficulty getting his arm through the sleeve, with Naruto clinging to his bicep.
"Just because you don't hear a song all over the radio doesn't mean it's bad. I'm sick of your top forty shit!"
Dammit, he only had five minutes! Sasuke shoved Naruto's chest away, only for Naruto to whack him in the face. Naruto gasped as Sasuke elbowed him in the stomach. Sasuke used the opportunity to put on his shirt, now his only piece of clothing. Naruto clutched Sasuke's hair and yanked his head forward by it. Sasuke was beginning to cough, driving his forearm into Naruto's elbow to free his hair.
"Hate to break it to you, but this isn't doing anything for my fever."
Sasuke was sick, and Naruto was smaller. It was a fair enough fight, and Sasuke was running out of time. Sasuke lunged towards his underwear drawer, Naruto pulling the boxers out of Sasuke's hands before he could get them around his feet. Sasuke was beginning to feel dizzy. He couldn't hold back.
"You'll get plenty of rest after I knock you unconscious!"
Naruto sunk his teeth into Sasuke's forearm. Fuck, that was sharp. Sasuke slammed his fist onto the top of Naruto's head in rapid succession, causing his jaws to loosen. Had Naruto seriously just bit him? He should've known that Naruto would be a dirty fighter. The room was beginning to spin around Sasuke, his exposed lower half becoming quite frigid. He glanced over at the clock. He was too late.
"You idiot!"
Naruto grinned back at the other victoriously as if to say "I win." The look Sasuke gave him in return could've curdled milk, soon after punching Naruto's bicep with boney knuckles. Naruto braced himself against Sasuke's desk as he shoved Sasuke onto the bed with all of his strength. Naruto lunged on top of him, on all fours with Sasuke beneath him.
There was a slight shine to Sasuke's forehead and a gentle blush to his cheeks. Whether this was due to his fever or their altercation, Naruto couldn't say. Sasuke's shirt just crept above Sasuke's ribcage, his lower half completely bare. Naruto froze. Sasuke panted now, his eyes partially lidded as he scowled up at Naruto.
And there Sasuke was, fever-flushed, exposed, irate, and pinned beneath him. Naruto glanced down, and he felt his lower half begin to heat up, felt a tingle over his back and shoulders. Sasuke's left hip hung up slightly askew, brushing against his thigh. His cock hung limply, and Naruto felt a steady heartbeat sinking lower, between his legs.
Sure, this might not have been the best timing. The past twelve hours had been nothing short of a nightmare for Sasuke, and he was under the weather to boot. But god, when Sasuke was literally just lying there, underneath him like that, with nothing on but a T-shirt, vulnerable… How was he supposed to resist?
On impulse, Naruto leaned forward, savagely kissing Sasuke, only for Sasuke to bite into his bottom lip. Hard.
"Ow! What the hell, Sasuke?"
Naruto licked at the wound. Was that blood he tasted?
"Fuck you," Sasuke growled.
"You…fuckin' bastard…"
Sasuke merely smirked.
But now Naruto held Sasuke's body down by arms. The other grunted as he tried to fight Naruto, but the room had begun to spin. He was dizzy, and he clenched his eyes shut. Naruto kissed his neck, nipping the skin and pulling outward. Much to Sasuke's dismay, he heard a quiet but needy moan escape his lips. Naruto licked his palm, reaching down and caressing Sasuke's dick.
"Nn…"
Naruto's saliva felt cool against the fever-heated skin. It was so sensitive, and Sasuke fought temptations to grind into Naruto's palm. Naruto grasped his length, pumping up and down as Sasuke's nails dug into Naruto's lower back. That asshole had gotten in his way, and now he was attempting to seduce him?
Sasuke jerked Naruto's body in to him, clenching his collar in his hand. Sure, his vision was spotty, and every now and again, the room would spin around him. But he needed this. He needed him. Sasuke sucked at Naruto's earlobe, biting the flesh and tugging as Naruto moaned.
He whispered into Naruto's ear, his breath softly fogging against it, "If you're going to defy me, do it completely."
Naruto wondered if Sasuke could ever comprehend the effect his words had on him. He felt his own member stiffen in anticipation, eager.
"Don't hold back, Naruto."
Sasuke frantically kissed, sucked, and nipped down Naruto's neck, biting and sucking the skin. He left a plump purple mark behind for Naruto, glimpsing at it with snide satisfaction.
"Oh god… Fuck, Sasuke…"
Naruto's hands picked up, pumping Sasuke rapidly. This was a little hypocritical, wasn't it? Wasn't he trying to get Sasuke to rest? But Sasuke would rest. Naruto would make this up to him later. He'd pamper him, fuss over him, soothe him… But the way Sasuke had spoken, and the way he looked, so exposed, so fucking vulnerable for once… He couldn't control himself. He had to make Sasuke beg, had to get inside… He had imagined in such meticulous detail the sounds Sasuke would make as Naruto fucked him, how tight his virgin hole would be as his cock disappeared into him.
There was no guaranteeing Sasuke would allow him to do such a thing, As Naruto's hand picked up pace, Sasuke's eyes clenched tight. Perhaps he was too sensitive. He felt the slightest bit of pain from the friction.
"Dry… There's lube in the drawer."
When had Sasuke bought lube, anyway? Whatever the case, it was making itself useful. Naruto squeezed a dab onto his hand, a slight tingling sensation on Sasuke's cock as Naruto's hand shlicked up and down his erection. Naruto hoisted Sasuke's legs up to rest on his shoulder. Sasuke merely panted, gripping onto the sheets to ground himself.
He felt a lube-slicked digit intrude into his entrance. He gasped.
"Does this feel good, Sasuke?"
Sasuke was panting now, his chest flushing and his toes curling. His bangs hung back, leaving Sasuke's forehead bare. The lean muscles on Sasuke's chest and stomach clenched, and his lips parted just slightly. He looked absolutely gorgeous to Naruto.
"Yes…"
He'd move slowly. After all, Sasuke wasn't exactly used to this sort of thing. Sasuke's cock was now at half mast, and Naruto's personals ached with neglect. He cleared his finger in to the second knuckle, his thrusting gentle and shallow.
Sasuke felt so open with his body in this position. Naruto must have had a perfect view – not that there was anything wrong with that. Sasuke hadn't much considered being penetrated, but in such a frame of mind… He didn't mind it. No, rather, it made him greedy, comforted…owned. The mood seemed to slowly drift from angry and savage to compassionate and soft. He had felt awfully small today, awfully weak. But now he felt so safe.
And Naruto's entire finger was inside of him now. He writhed silently, enjoying every moment. Naruto had been so patient, and Sasuke had been so exhausted that he had managed to relax completely. Sasuke's eyes drifted downward as Naruto took Sasuke's cock in his mouth, bobbing quickly. When Naruto dragged his tongue along the vein on his manhood's underside, it made his fists clench blond tufts of hair, made him hold his breath.
"Yes…" Sasuke whispered. "Shit…"
Naruto sucked at the base, but as he reached the tip, he pulled his tongue back and suctioned hard, drawing Sasuke's orgasm to the surface. He kept his pace. How long could Sasuke last? The salty taste of Sasuke's precum alerted Naruto that he wouldn't be much longer. Sasuke felt the heat of his body sink to his lower regions. Not already…
He had to hold on. He couldn't cum so easily. He had pride at stake here, after all. And he was sick, and fevered, and maybe even a tad bit delusional. It wasn't his fault that he was submitting like this, that he was enjoying this so damned much. It was his fevered mind running away with him, altering him so.
Two fingers now, slid in. They didn't thrust. They merely filled, remaining stationary as Sasuke accustomed himself to them. God, Sasuke was clenching so beautifully around them.
"Oh…god… Naruto, I'm gonna cum…"
Naruto wanted to give him more, wanted to thrust, wanted to overwhelm him completely. But not today. Naruto had decided to be patient, to be gentle. Even as he felt every muscle in Sasuke's body contract, he would discipline himself. Hot cum hit the back of Naruto's throat, and he allowed it to slip back, swallowing.
Sasuke was silent. Barely. He clenched his teeth, shut his eyes, breathed in deep. Several spurts. His fingers and toes tingled, his body felt heavy and soft. And Naruto was still inside of him.
"Sasuke, you looked…beautiful."
Sasuke had half a mind to be offended by that. Beautiful? Could men be beautiful? But Naruto was staring at him now, his eyes soft and blue, a smile every bit as warm as his eyes on his tanned face. Sasuke smiled back, his mouth shut now. He felt a drop of sweat descend his temple, but he did nothing. The two fingers began to withdraw. Sasuke reached down and grabbed Naruto's wrist.
"No… Not yet."
Several seconds passed. Sasuke was still, taking a deep breath and licking his lips as if contemplating his next move. He had to compose himself, waiting for the warmth and sluggish malaise of his orgasm to fade.
"Deeper…"
Naruto arched a brow. Already? Was Sasuke serious? Naruto hesitated. Sasuke was ill. He didn't want to overwhelm Sasuke, to stress his body. And Sasuke did look overwhelmed, but in the best of ways.
"'S okay. Keep going."
Naruto began to thrust, so gently that Sasuke's brows knit in frustration. Hell, he was a little sick, but he wasn't an invalid. He pushed his weight into Naruto's finger by pulling back his thighs, his upper legs still resting on Naruto's shoulders. He lifted himself on and off, forcing Naruto's fingers in and out. Sweat was beginning to build on the back of Sasuke's knees.
"You're being greedy."
"You're being stingy," Sasuke rebutted, his voice a little cross.
"Sasuke, you're not feeling well."
"That didn't stop you from hitting me in the face." Sasuke was panting, forcing Naruto's fingers in deeper. "Now stop being a pussy and fill me."
Naruto ached. He couldn't expect Sasuke to reciprocate too much. Not in this state. But if Sasuke was going to boss him around like that, when it took all of his power to be so cautious… He'd asked for it, after all.
Three fingers, thrusting slow, then fast. Faster. Sasuke moaned, feeling a twang of pain.
"Relax, babe."
Sasuke nodded, finding that the sting subsided. It was a little strange. He'd been fingered before, but he'd never had three fingers inside of him. But the thrusting made his body slowly acclimatize to it, and now, already, he wanted more. He didn't think he'd ever want this. This wasn't him. So why? His head lashed to the side, and he was already becoming stiff again.
"N-Naruto… Fuck, it's not enough."
Naruto stared down at Sasuke, his face bright red, causing the bed to creak as he bounced slowly up and down. Sasuke grabbed Naruto's shoulder, his arm, flattened his palm on his chest, brushed his thumb over Naruto's nipple… His hands were hurried, finding no purchase but wandering mindlessly.
Naruto first removed his fingers, then squeezed the lube onto Sasuke's ass, the clear substance leaking into Sasuke's gaping hole.
"You…son of a bitch…" Sasuke breathed at the fingers' absence, glaring down at Naruto venomously until he felt the head of Naruto's cock, softly pressing at his pucker.
Sasuke gasped, stiffened, stared down at Naruto with shaking irises. This… He'd fantasized about this, though he was ashamed to admit it. Sure, he'd dreamt about filling Naruto to the brim. Dreamt of making him scream, making him his. But this? No, this had occupied his fantasies all the same. It felt so dirty, so humiliating, so forbidden, and it made it all the more arousing.
"N-Naru…"
His voice had lost its poison, now sweet and gentle. Naruto pushed his cock, aching for release, just against Sasuke's pucker, expanding it ever so slightly but not penetrating.
"Sasuke, I won't push you. I wanna make sure you're ready."
Naruto was sweating, every bit as uncertain as Sasuke, in actuality. Yes, he was hot. His orgasm was being so relentlessly delayed. But he'd never done this before. He'd never penetrated, or been penetrated. He could only assume what should be done. What if he made a mistake? Could he really do this? He wanted to impress Sasuke, but doing so was never an easy task.
Yet he was so excited. Both of them were. Some tumultuous mixture of eagerness, excitement, nervousness, and joy. Sasuke was okay with this. He'd never been overly sentimental, but there had been a reason he'd kept his virginity, after all. He was alright with, no, enthralled with the fact Naruto would be his first. Naruto was kind, sweet, and so untainted, so understanding despite all the reasons he'd been given to be anything but. One of the few people who had ever gotten to know him worth a damn, who still saw someone deserving of partnership.
Naruto was weak. He should wait, but with Sasuke's body practically begging… The man underneath him had taken him off the streets, cleaned his wounds, fed him, and had likely saved his life. Sasuke had seen past what he appeared to be – a hopeless vagrant. But it transcended simple gratitude. Sasuke was so confident, strong, intelligent, yet so critically damaged. Sasuke wasn't perfect, but Naruto knew now that he loved him.
Sasuke nodded.
"This is what I want, Naruto. Please…"
Sasuke held his breath subconsciously. It was actually happening. Naruto licked his lips again. Sasuke's legs still rested on Naruto's shoulders, and the Uchiha reached down and placed his palm against Naruto's cheek, the blond kissing it then nuzzling into it. He pushed himself forward.
Again, Sasuke gasped, whimpered so quietly that only he himself could hear. The head of Naruto's cock breeched his hole. Naruto bit his tongue. God, Sasuke was tight, his hole twitching, clenching around Naruto's swollen head. He was inside of him, owning him, and he fought the suspicion that his senses were deceiving him, that he was dreaming. He really was taking Sasuke.
Naruto lowered several inches down, pumping shallowly. Naruto moaned shamelessly. Sasuke felt his stomach begin to sweat, felt himself grow dizzy. Naruto stopped his movements abruptly, only continuing after Sasuke nodded him onward. The way Sasuke's mouth hung open, the corners of his lips just slightly raised… Naruto etched it into his memory.
"Damn, S-Sasu… You feel so good. Amazing. You're amazing."
Ever so slowly, he pushed deeper. His cock was being squeezed, just gently by Sasuke's insides. It was unreal, dreamlike. He'd heard people call their first times overrated, awkward, but with them, awkwardness didn't seem to matter. Just pleasure. Naruto mewled.
"N-Nar… It's so good. Shit…"
He relaxed himself, breathed deep, willed his body calm. So sensitive, yet so good. The room seemed to vanish. He didn't smell his room anymore, and the sheets had lost all texture. He was forgetting today. Forgetting finding his brother in such disarray, forgetting the hospitals, the doctors, his parents… All he saw, all he felt was Naruto. And he was happy, and safe, and loved.
Eye contact. Naruto kissed Sasuke's calf, reached down and pet his forehead, stroked his hair as he began to pump harder and faster. Sasuke was completely stiff, and finally, finally Naruto was enveloped. After how long he had held out, it felt phenomenal. Naruto was already so hard. Harder, faster.
"Yes, fuck, yes!" Sasuke shouted.
This was unlike anything Sasuke had ever experienced, being so full, completely. His body had energy for little else but to feel.
"I'm there, Sasuke. I'm gonna cum. Fuck…"
He couldn't hold back anymore. He gripped Sasuke's thigh tightly as his hips bucked, unloading into Sasuke.
"Sasuke!"
Sasuke moaned, finding himself so close, so precariously close to a second release. Another spurt filled him. This was Naruto, filling him, owning him, loving him. Naruto fought not to slump, in a stupor now. His eyes, partially closed now, stared at Sasuke as he pumped himself quickly, hurriedly, wanting to join his lover as quickly as he could. Sasuke was covered in sweat, Naruto's spunk leaking out of his hole, greedy, unashamed, sprinting his way towards the finish line. Naruto would be sure to memorize this.
And finally Sasuke unleashed, grunting with pleasure, his own cum splattered around his thighs and stomach. This orgasm was much more intense than the first, leaving him quivering, his hands trembling. Naruto slid out of Sasuke, leaving them both gasping and panting.
Naruto dragged himself up on the bed, next to Sasuke, pulling his head onto his chest. Sasuke obliged, lying there silently, listening to the air enter and exit Naruto's lungs through his ribs and chest. He was content, so blissfully content. Naruto cradled Sasuke into him, the younger male seeming so uncharacteristically small.
In better circumstances, the tables didn't tilt that way. Sasuke was stronger than Naruto, prouder, meaner. In better circumstances, Sasuke would never accept this without a fight, would never allow Naruto's strength to lie above his own. But after today… Maybe that was okay. Maybe it was alright to feel small sometimes. It didn't seem so scary as long as Naruto was there.
Sasuke spoke, his voice tired and lazy as the endorphins percolated amidst his system, "You probably fucked up my calculus grade."
"Sorry," Naruto chuckled
A pause, a comfortable silence, even for Naruto. The chemicals that coursed their veins demanded to be experienced.
"Sasu…I love you."
Sasuke's eyes opened, and he merely stared at the sheets. Love? Love was frightening. But he was safe, wasn't he?
"Yeah."

Yup, this chapter was pretty much a pile of emotional goo, but it was a fun pile of emotional goo to write.
Hope everyone enjoyed. 'Til next week.
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