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A Place Called Home	By : Lechan Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 967 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A.N. Well here I am again with chapter 3 of A Place Called
Home. I�m surprised that people like it as much as they do, as stated before it
was a simple crack idea I got from Nyquil, but it has evolved some. Hopefully
you will all continue to read and enjoy this while I work on updating Kyuubi
the Bitch.

Disclaimer: I don�t own the song nor the Naruto
characters. But the sex scenes are mine. ^-^

Not a Home

�� The air was
damp and chilled in the dark fall of night, and the dew seemed to glisten
eerily upon the grass and play equipment of the park. The basketball
court�lighted by the street lamp�seemed to be coated in fairy dust, and had his
dreams not been desolate and raped away by cruel words and realities when he
was ten, Sasuke might have found the sight comforting, as it was, it made him
grimace, and reminded him of his damp clothes.
�� His cheek
still hurt, throbbing with his heartbeat, and he was certain that the cold air
was in no way helping the issue. �Ass hole�� Sasuke mumbled, eyes cast over
into the darker corners of the shadowed park, trying to disappear into the
gloom, but his mind couldn�t escape the horrid memories that consumed him.
�� He wished
he had taken Kiba up on the offer to start smoking, perhaps if he had the
clawing ache, and burning pain of his weakness wouldn�t be so drastic. Maybe he
could start to feel better.
�� An ironic
smirk lifted and curled his already twisted features, and pale fingers clenched
tightly into fists. �I fucking hate them� Sasuke knew it had been a
foolish idea to stay over at Kiba�s. Hell, it had been his older beloved,
brother�s birthday after all, and after being scolded by the teacher which lead
to his impromptu rodevu with his demon, going back to that place that he called
home had seemed like the worst punishment imaginable.
�� He didn�t
want to sit at the table while the halls were packed with glory, strangers, and
muddied voices of conceit and falseness. Nor did he feel like being a part of
the portrait of the perfect Uchiha family, when they were anything but perfect.
Yes, he knew it was a bad idea to stay out all night, even worse that it was on
Itachi�s birthday. What he hadn�t counted on was his report card from a
concerned teacher making its way into the hands of his father on top of all of
this.
�� To hell
with him�who the fuck does he think is responsible for this?� Sasuke felt his
eyes sting and he refused to believe he was crying. It was because his face was
bruised from his father�s fist, and his eye ducts were under pressure from the
swelling and that was why his eyes watered.
�� At least,
that�s what he told himself.
�� who has
dared to touch you, my master.� The words were a dangerous growl, and
Sasuke trembled deep inside, his body already craving the sinful touch of his
demon. His lip trembled and he bit it to keep it in check not ready to act so
pitiful in front of the only one who understood him.
�� no one.�
Sasuke hissed, wishing he could wipe out his father along with the fight as
easily as those words implied. But still his brother�s mocking stare watched
him from the landing, his mother glared from the kitchen, and his father called
him a worthless, unwanted mistake.
�� The words
had hurt even though he�d known it to be fact since before he�d started school.
Itachi was the son of the Uchiha family. Sasuke was the accident no one wanted
to deal with. He�d often wondered how many times his parents had tried to
�miscarry� since their image could not handle a normal abortion. From the sighs
and hurt looks his mother gave, it was either too many or not enough.
�� you wait
so patiently, Sasuke. What is it you want?� The demon asked, and when Sasuke�s
eyes refocused he was met with dangerous blue, as warm arms wrapped around his
tepid form, trapping him in bodily heat.
�� What did he
want? It was such a simple question, and yet the answers completely eluded him.
�� What did he
want?
Vindication.
The fall of his family�s pride.
Freedom from his fears.
Home.
�� Sasuke felt
his cheek throb in pain and a few tears escaped. Yeah, he wanted a home, but he
didn�t have one yet He�d have to remain patient until he could procure one, but
maybe, it was closer to him than he thought.
�� Blue eyes
flickered before him, like the very center of a flame, and its heat warmed him
to the tips of his toes. Reaching out, Sasuke wrapped his arms around his demon
and dragged the being close until they were pressed together quite daringly
upon the park bench.
�� The embrace
was desperately tender, and when the being returned his affections Sasuke felt
himself shudder violently as his tears ran hot and unchecked from his eyes, as
they had not done since he�d first summoned the blonde. The demon made a soft
sound in his throat, almost like a purr, but somehow softer, and the sound
soothed him in a way nothing else had.
�� Perhaps
this was what a mother�s comforting voice would be like if his mother had
bothered to love him even a little. He knew, better than even his own parents
did just how unloved he was, just how much of a burden, and an aggravation. He
cut himself for attention, he cut himself for the release, he cut himself for
the thrill, but most of all Sasuke cut himself to prove he was alive.
�� make�
make me�� Sasuke�s words caught in his throat and he choked, shaking in morbid
embarrassment as the demon pulled closer still, tilting its head and nuzzling
at his neck.
�� A warm
tongue laved over his skin, and Sasuke gasped tilting his head just a bit
further encouraging the caress.
He wanted to bleed.
He wanted to live.
�� please�
make me� make me live�� It was a breath of sound, sad and heartbreaking in its
hopelessness, and again Sasuke hated himself for sounding so. But it was a
superficial hate, the kind ingrained through fists and curses, blood and cruel
actions.
Uchiha�s don�t cry.
Uchiha�s aren�t weak.
Uchiha�s aren�t scared of the dark, or anything else.
Uchiha�s don�t fail.
Uchiha�s don�t laugh.
Uchiha�s don�t lose.
Uchiha�s aren�t gay.
�� Sasuke
glared, no longer waiting for his demon to make the first move and slammed his
mouth harshly against the blonde.
Sasuke was no damn Uchiha!
�� Firm hands
griped him, soothing his panic with hard motions, demanding he relinquish
control as the mouth slowly eased his kiss. The hot tongue slipped into his
open mouth with practiced ease, tracing teeth and cheek before twining with his
own.
�� It was an
action that told him just how much he was wanted, be it sexually, physically,
spiritually, mentally, or emotionally, and Sasuke needed that so badly he
didn�t care where the attention came from. Sasuke, not Uchiha Sasuke,
was wanted, and as those lips pressed, slipped, and moved against his own, he
knew he was loved as well.
�� Perhaps it
was twisted, and more than likely more than a little farfetched and
storybook-ish, but Sasuke wasn�t strong enough to let it go, and his only
alternative was too painful to face.
�� Hot hands
skimmed his back, pressing firmly encouraging him to arch and slide closer. His
knees were shaking slightly, and his muscles in his thighs ticked pleasantly as
those hands slipped further over his body, tracing his sides, following the
curve of muscle over his hip and caressing him intimately, rough and eager.
�� Sasuke
jumped, pressing into the hand, rolling his hips as bolts of desire sung in his
veins replacing the ice and bitter regret he�d held inside. The pressure in his
head was still palpable but he tolerated it in no position to complain or fuss
over it.
�� The demon
pulled away, lips leaving his slick and wet, his tongue following with it, and
Sasuke opened blurred black eyes to stare into sky blue. He could read the
possessive heat in the gaze and shivered pleasurably, his eyes wet with
gratitude and pathetic need.
�� You are
mine, master� command me�� He purred, blue eyes slipping closed as that
face leaned down to nuzzle his neck, lips pressing soft, nipping, kisses to his
skin and the lobe of his ear. The sigh that escaped was shaky and Sasuke looped
his arms desperately over his demons shoulders, fingers tangling in gold locks
and the silver chain of that very familiar necklace.
�� Sasuke
closed his eyes, not wanting to remember where he�d seen the piece of jewelry
before, and gasped in the chill darkness of the night. �Make me alive� make me�
make me�� Tears rain down his cheeks silently, and that warm tongue gently
soothed them away, the hard motions of hands and hips slowing to a gentle pull
and slide. Sasuke cried out, uncertain whether he liked the change or feared
it.
Make me yours�

�� As you
wish.� The words were weighted, and somehow pulled deeper at Sasuke�s heart, as
those hands slid over his denim-covered hips, catching on belt loops and
pockets as he was petted. It was almost like he was being slowly worshiped and
Sasuke couldn�t help but shiver reminded of their first encounter, and his
knees fell open easily with a firm stroke of a palm over his thigh.
�� Ah!� His
sound was rewarded with a sharp suckle to his throat, and Sasuke twisted in
those hands as his pants loosened and the vibrations of his zipper on his
hardened length told him he was nearly free.
�� Na�
ah�ru�hah�to�� Sasuke gasped, uncertain of his own words as the bite of the
chill air met his hot arousal. A hot hand made its way over him, slowly running
up and down, tracing the heated skin and making Sasuke bow against the warmer
body. �Naruto��
�� That�s it
master, tell me what to do�� The voice was sinful and Sasuke couldn�t think
passed the haze of need. His voice wouldn�t work, not that he could think of
how to express what he wanted. His hands lifted and tangled in sunny locks,
gripping tight enough to pull out several strands. The purr of satisfaction tingled
through his every nerve alighting him on fire and Sasuke pulled harder at the
head in his hands, pushing that face into his lower belly.
�� The demon
chuckled, his slipping hand curling lovingly around his turgid flesh, pumping
once, the thumb pressing to the tip. Sasuke whined and arched his back pushing
his lower body closer to the blond and that careful hand. �Ngh! Naruto��
�� The face
nuzzled his belly, pushing up the fabric of his shirt to breathe hot moisture
against the trembling muscles of his abdomen. The tip of his nose, pressed and
slid over his skin, causing Sasuke�s toes to curl inside of his shoes and he
bit his lips harshly as he groaned.
�� A light
sheen of sweat broke out across his skin, making his clothes cling to him as
strands of ink stuck to his face. A gasp escaped him, lips falling open on a
whine as he clung to gold when teeth scraped and nipped along the edges of his
birth scar.
�� A scalding
tongue dipped inside, tasting teasing and Sasuke found hi self panting and
trembling from the ministrations. ��pl�please��
�� Command
me, master.� The demon again demanded, his voice a caress itself. Sasuke
whimpered, breath catching, and then he pulled.
�� suck
me�� His face burned, though with expectation or embarrassment he couldn�t
really be certain and then the demon was purring with satisfaction.
�� As you
command��
�� Lips tingle
over his skin, and then he was sliding into hot moist suction.
�� God!
Naruto!� Sasuke screamed out, hips jerking forward on instinct pushing himself
further in, and the demon did nothing to stop him. That head simply turned,
lips parting wider, encouraging Sasuke to thrust, take, and move.
�� The tense
feeling of electric pleasure raced up and down his spine, sensitizing skin that
trembled from nimble caresses to his still jean-clad thighs. His legs bent and
curled up, cradling that blond head that swallowed bobbed at the pace of his
pulling hands.
�� Ngh! Oh�
hah ha� so.. goo�ah!� Sasuke�s back arched against the wood of the bench, the
backing biting into him when the mouth tightened, throat constricting as the
demon swallowed. Sasuke�s eyes clenched shut, his body trembling against the
onslaught of sensation while his demon gave him a moan and lick for his
responses.
�� His belly
felt tight, the fire consuming his mind and stealing all thoughts aside from
the feel of touch, the sear f emotions, and the rapid flutter of his heart. He
was filled so completely with the sensation of existence that once again,
Sasuke found himself sobbing curled around the being that gave him such
miracles and praying that he would never loose this.
�� Sasuke
became aware of a soft keening sound, and only vaguely realized that he was the
one making it, as he lost control of the rhythm, hips pumping erratically as he
strove for his completion. �Naruto, Naruto, Naruto� god� Naruto��
�� Tanned
hands lifted and gripped s hips almost bruisingly, and Sasuke came with a
scream, eyes flying wide to stare up and into the dark sky as he emptied
himself into the suctioning mouth of his lover.
�� For a long
time there was nothing but the caressing breeze that dried his sweat and cooled
his scalp. Then the gentle licks that cleaned him became noticeable as his
demon lovingly tucked him away into his pants with a gentle pat. His demon
proceeded to nuzzle and kiss up his body, place close-lipped, innocent, loving
kisses over his heart, and face before lingering over his lips.
�� My
master.�
Sasuke shivered.
�� Let me
take you home.�
�� Sasuke
looped his arms around his demon and cried, and for once no one cursed him for it.
The demon held him close as Sasuke fell apart, and when the darkness invaded
the demon stayed by his side, and for a moment Sasuke was able to sleep.
He was home.
�� In the arms
of a demon he was home.
But, that really wasn�t home.
�� No, home
was nothing more than a dilapitated building in a forgotten town, where the
woods embraced the walls with silent echoes and inky shadows. Home was where a
small child laughed under emerald leaves, holding a blue pendant close and
calling out Sasuke's name.
Home was...
�� Naruto��
��
�� He
remembered a house, shrouded in vines and hidden by the forest in the ruins of
a small village. That was the only home he�d ever known. The place where his
grandparents lived, where he remembered smiling and laughing; the place that
his first friend had been made. Sasuke remembered only one place as being home,
but it was lost to him, as was the smiling boy who had sworn he lived within
the forest. Lost in a sea of flames and blood, where the sins of his family
first touched him and created this hatred deep inside.
Sasuke had no home.
Not anymore.

(Ending Theme: "Home" - Three Days Grace)
I�ll be coming home

Just to be alone

Cause I know you�re not there

And I know that you don�t care

I can hardly wait to leave this place

No matter how hard I try

You�re never satisfied

This is not a home

I think I�m better off alone

You always disappear

Even when you�re here

This is not my home

I think I�m better off alone

Home, home, this house is not a

Home, home, this house is not a home

By the time you come home

I�m already stoned

You turn off the TV

And you scream at me

I can hardly wait

Till you get off my case

No matter how hard I try

You�re never satisfied

This is not a home

I think I�m better off alone

You always disappear

Even when you�re here

This is not my home

I think I�m better off alone

Home, home, this house is not a

Home, home, this house is not a

Home, home, this house is not a

Home, home, this house is not a home

I�m better off alone

No matter how hard I try

You�re never satisfied

This is not a home

I think I�m better off alone

You always disappear

Even when you�re here

This is not my home

I think I�m better off alone

Home, home, this house is not a

Home, home, this house is not a

Home, home, this house is not a

Home, home, this house is not a home

A.N. Right so this took forever to get out. Sorry for the
delay, a lot of things just popped up and well, its here now and finally I have
some plot rolling in. Hope you're all curious and I'll update as soon as I can.
Review please!
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A Place Called Home

Not a Home

Make me yours�