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Piece by Piece, Back Together	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 8229 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author's note: Hey, look! This time it didn't take me more than a month to finish the chapter :D
Thanks to the following reviewer: smint45
Warnings: Mentions of past character death; time skips; short implied mature scene. If I'm missing a warning, let me know!
I hope you'll like it!
3 Confiding Part 2
It took him quite a while before he could convince his dad that no, Sasuke wasn't a criminal; no, he wasn't part of the yakuza; no, dad, he doesn't have any tattoos.
Dad eventually let him to go to his room after Naruto had suggested that maybe Sasuke was just interesting in joining the police and was curious about handling weapons. That explanation seemed to have mollified the older blond a bit and he had allowed his son to escape the interrogation.
The truth was: Naruto had no clue whatsoever what could have driven Sasuke to ask such an odd question. Why would he need to know whether Naruto's father was able to work with a gun or not? He hadn't seemed interested in Minato's work before, so why ask that question out of the blue? He had never shown any interest in guns or the police in general.
Then again, Sasuke was still rather closed off.
But that was normal, right? They were still getting to know each other, hadn't been friends for really that long yet. Maybe Sasuke was interested in joining the police, who knew?
He might not know the real reason by Sasuke's odd question, but he was certain the Alpha wasn't some kind of criminal or part of a gang. He was well aware the looks could be deceiving, but he didn't get any bad vibes of Sasuke at all. He still didn't know anything about his family, no, but that didn't matter.
Sasuke wasn't a criminal, that he was certain of.
If Naruto would ask him why he had posed such a question, he was sure Sasuke would explain. Really, his dad was getting worried about nothing. Both him and mum had met Sasuke various times already – if there was something off about the Alpha, wouldn't they have noticed it by now? Especially mum prided herself on being able to read people.
Nodding resolutely, he dropped down on his chair and pulled out his homework. He'd ask Sasuke about it when he saw the other boy this weekend for their martial arts class.
Actually asking Sasuke about it turned out to be – a lot more difficult than he had actually expected.
He didn't know why he suddenly had trouble forming the question. He just had to ask "Hey, Sasuke, why did you ask my dad whether he knows how to handle a gun?" and that was it. Sasuke would explain his reason behind the admittedly strange question and that would be that.
Except whenever he opened his mouth, the words seemed to get stuck in his throat. Something in him held him back from actually questioning the dark haired boy. It was frustrating, because he couldn't really pinpoint the reason why he was so hesitant to pose the question. They were friends now, so it wouldn't be weird at all to want to know why Sasuke had asked about his dad's skills with a gun.
Yet something kept him from asking the Alpha about it and as the days passed by, Naruto decided to just forget about it. Dad didn't look that weirded out anymore when Sasuke came over and really, what did it matter?
It wasn't like Naruto himself never asked weird questions.
When September neared its end, Naruto noticed Sasuke was acting off. It was Friday evening, the twentieth of September, and all day long the other boy had been distracted by something, giving curt replies or delayed answers whenever Naruto said something to him. It worried the blond boy immensely.
Sure, Sasuke had never been a big talker; even with being friends now – did he even dare to say they were best friends? – Naruto was still the one who talked the most. But in all these months that he had known the Alpha so far, Sasuke had never acted this weird. Aside from the curt responses and the general air of being distracted, Sasuke looked tense, as if he was anticipating a fight at any moment. When a girl had accidentally brushed against his arm earlier in school, Naruto swore he had heard Sasuke actually growl at her.
Sasuke still barely interacted with anyone who wasn't Naruto, so for him to actually show being annoyed at someone … Yeah, something was up.
Sitting cross legged in the middle of his bed, Naruto watched Sasuke thoughtfully. The other boy was seated at his desk, working at his history homework. Well, he should be working on his homework, but he seemed to stare at it more than he actually wrote on the paper. Whatever was bothering him, it was bad enough that it even kept him from his homework – something Naruto hadn't thought was possible, given how diligent Sasuke usually was about finishing his assignments on time.
Wetting his lips, Naruto hesitated for another moment before he decided enough was enough. "You know, if something's on your mind – you know you can talk to me about it, right?" he said slowly, fiddling with the right corner of the page he'd been working on for a while. "I mean, we're friends, so you know – you can tell me anything."
Sasuke lifted his head up, but didn't look at him. After a short, tense moment that seemed to last much longer, he finally nodded slowly. Releasing the breath he had been holding without being aware of doing so, Naruto returned to his own homework, determined to at least solve this particular question before giving up for tonight. He still had around a week to finish it anyway, so there wasn't any real hurry.
Time slipped away as they each worked on their assignment with Naruto's parents talking softly downstairs as background noise. At some point it started raining. It began as a light drizzle, but it didn't take long before the rain grew fierce enough to audibly drum against the window and the roof, leaving teeny tiny rivers behind on the glass.
Gnawing at his pen, Naruto furrowed his eyebrows as he tried to figure out which date he was supposed to fill in. Morino was a stickler for details, so it wasn't like he could just jot down a date and be done with it. So absorbed he was in scanning the paragraph in his history handbook that he started when a weight dipped his mattress all of a sudden.
Heart skipping a beat, his head shot up and he stared at Sasuke surprised. God, he kept forgetting just how freakishly silent the Alpha could move around if he wanted to. Pushing himself closer to the wall to create more space for the other boy, he studied him bemused. Sasuke never chose to sit down on the bed out of his own free will. He would sit down if Naruto literally dragged him on it, but otherwise he seemed to prefer to sit on the chair when they were in Naruto's room. Sometimes Naruto wondered whether his insistence on using the chair had to do with Kushina's teasing remark that "The bedsheets better be in the same position as you left them this morning, Naruto!"
His mum really delighted in embarrassing the hell out of him sometimes.
If Naruto hadn't been alarmed before by Sasuke's behaviour, he definitely was now. Sasuke never sat down voluntarily on his bed. For him to have done so now …
"Sasuke?"
"You haven't asked about my family."
The question came out of the blue, catching the blond off guard and he could only stare stupidly at Sasuke for a moment. He didn't know what exactly he had expected to hear, but a remark on his silence regarding Sasuke's family was definitely not on the list.
Rubbing the back of his neck, he answered awkwardly, "Well, I just thought you'd tell me about them when you wanted to. I – got the impression that you don't really like talking about them?"
He'd be lying if he said he had never wondered about Sasuke's family before. The Alpha hadn't mentioned them at all so far and as Naruto hadn't visited Sasuke at his own house yet, he hadn't had the opportunity to meet them there either. He had started suspecting that perhaps Sasuke had a bad relationship with his family and that was why he preferred staying at Naruto's place.
You couldn't just bluntly ask someone if they were on bad terms with their family, though, so Naruto hadn't attempted to breach that particular subject, even though he was almost dying with curiosity to know more about the dark haired boy. What were his parents like? What kind of jobs did they have? Did Sasuke have brothers or sisters or both and how many of them? Were they younger or older than them?
So many questions he could ask, but so far Sasuke had never mentioned his father, mother or any sibling.
Until now that was.
"I … want to tell you about them," Sasuke said and he sounded so off, so wrong, that Naruto stilled and pressed his lips together for a moment.
"You don't have to if you don't want to," he said cautiously, not wanting his friend to push himself when talking about his family was obviously the last thing he wanted to do right now.
Sasuke shook his head, crossing his legs. "No, I need to."
"Okay, I'm listening," Naruto said, feeling strangely nervous. He gathered his papers, his handbook and his pencase and pushed them to his pillow, freeing up the space between them. Shuffling backwards until his back hit the wall, he patted the bed next to him.
Sasuke accepted the silent invitation and sat a bit closer to him. He didn't look enthusiastic at all to talk about his family and that didn't set Naruto at ease exactly.
"I lived in another village until I was twelve," Sasuke started; his gaze trained at the desk instead of the Omega next to him. "It's a three hours drive from here. My family was … fairly well off. My father was the head of a company and my mother was a housewife. Itachi-niisan was already being taught the tricks of the trade so to speak so that he could take over the company once he was old enough."
Sasuke paused; downstairs it had grown quiet too so for a moment the rain hitting the window and the shingles on the roof seemed exceptionally loud.
"My family was rather well known in the village we lived in. Nii-san was very popular at school and my parents did a lot of charity. Mother always used to say that seeing as we were so blessed, the least we should do is give something back to the less fortunate."
"Your mother sounds very kind," Naruto murmured.
"Hm, she was always there for me and Itachi. She was an amazing mother." Dark eyes grew distant as if the Alpha was reliving memories.
Wrapping his arms around his knees, Naruto couldn't help but focus on Sasuke's repetitive use of the past tense when talking about his family. Why was that? From the couple of things he had said so far, both his parents and his older brother sounded amazing. Had they had a falling out?
"Sasuke … What happened?"
Slowly Sasuke turned around to face him and when black eyes locked onto blue ones, a shiver ran down Naruto's spine at the sight of utter blankness that greeted him. It was as if he was catapulted straight back to their very first day when he had glanced at the dark haired boy and the latter had just stared straight through him, not really seeing him at all.
The emptiness in those eyes scared him.
"They were killed."
Naruto's heart stopped.
"On the twentieth of September, four men broke into our home, wanting to steal everything that was of value." His voice bore no emotion and he sat completely motionless, still staring at the blond as if he was just reciting a story he'd heard and not horror he had experienced himself.
"They didn't count on alerting my parents, but they did. While father and mother went down to confront them, nii-san came to my room and told me to hide and keep still," he continued monotonously. "I had to stay hidden in my closet and I wasn't allowed to come out until he told me it was safe. I didn't want to – we're both Alpha while my mother was an Omega and I felt it was my duty to protect her at the very least. But Itachi insisted that I had to stay safe while he would help our parents and – I didn't want to disobey him. I never disobeyed him before and Itachi always knew what to do, how to fix things. I trusted him."
Dark eyes shifted away.
"So I hid in the closet and nii-san went downstairs to help our parents. There was a lot of yelling and things falling on the ground. I wanted to go downstairs, to bring mother to safety even if I couldn't really fight yet, but I had promised nii-san I'd stay put."
Naruto's breathing seemed extraordinarily loud in comparison to Sasuke's. As Sasuke continued, he had no trouble picturing a younger looking Sasuke, terrified out of his wits while hiding in a closet, forcing himself to obey his brother despite his instincts screaming at him to protect his mother.
The mental picture made his chest heavy.
"I don't remember much more about what happened after that," Sasuke murmured, staring down at his hands. "I know some men made it upstairs, because I could hear their voices, but Itachi held them off, kept them away from me."
His voice broke then, a tremor shattering the monotonousness in it. "When the police came, they found my mother dead in the living room with my father covering her. He'd tried protecting her, but they had killed him first before killing her. Two of the gang were found dead in the room too – they think my father took them out before he died. The other two were found dead in the corridor outside my room; nii-san had killed them."
Naruto swallowed and his nails dug into his legs through the fabric of his jeans when he asked in a small voice, "And your brother?" He was afraid to hear the answer, but if Sasuke was brave enough to talk about it, he owned it to him to listen.
"He died. They told me he forced himself to live long enough until he was sure I'd be safe."
A heavy silence fell as Naruto tried to process what he had just heard. Sasuke's entire family had been murdered.
He had lost his parents and his older brother, just because some bastards had grown greedy. At only twelve years old, his entire world had been destroyed. How had he managed to wrestle through that? Naruto couldn't imagine losing his parents that way; he thought he'd go crazy with grief if his parents were taken away from him in such a horrifying manner. He had no siblings, but that only made it worse, because Sasuke had lost more than Naruto could even imagine.
How did one react to hearing such news? I'm sorry wasn't enough to convey just how horrified he felt and how much he was aching for the other boy. Nobody should have to go through something as horrible as that.
"After the funerals, a friend of nii-san took me in and we moved here. I couldn't stand to keep living there," Sasuke suddenly spoke up again.
"I – I don't know what to say, Sasuke," Naruto said helplessly, hating the fact that he couldn't help his friend with this. "Nobody should have to go through all that and I'm – I'm so sorry. I know that won't mean much, but I'm … You're so strong, to have kept going despite what happened."
Sasuke chuckled bitterly, shaking his head. "Strong? I'm not strong," he sneered, self-loathing flashing up in his eyes. "Itachi was strong, father was strong – I wasn't strong enough to help them. If I had been strong enough, Itachi wouldn't have had to protect me and he'd still be alive. I'm an Alpha and I couldn't even help protect my mother!"
"You were twelve, Sasuke!" Naruto said aghast. "Nobody expects a twelve year old to protect an adult even if they're an Alpha!"
He was pinned against the wall with a glare. "Itachi was able to do it when he was twelve and mother was being harassed by a drunkard," he spat, balling his hands into fists. "If I hadn't hidden away, my family - "
"You were doing what your brother told you to do!" Naruto cut him off and impulsively grabbed Sasuke's wrists, holding them tightly. "They might have killed you too if they had seen you. Your family wanted to keep you safe; they wanted you to be okay. Nothing what happened that night was your fault."
The Alpha looked away, but curiously didn't try to tug his hands out of Naruto's grip. After months of being rather taciturn, though, it seemed as if the dam had broken, because he went on in a strangled voice, "It feels like it's my fault, because I was too weak to help them. My brother was always the smarter one, the stronger one, and he should have been the one who survived, not me. If I'd been stronger, he wouldn't have needed to protect me and …"
"Sasuke …" There was so much pain shining through dark eyes and brewing in that deep voice and all Naruto could do was hold Sasuke's wrists, feel his muscles jumping and clenching underneath his touch. He wanted to do so much more, but what? He couldn't do anything to take away the pain; going back in time was still impossible after all.
"Afterwards – I kept getting into fights," Sasuke went on, voice growing softer again; his hands slack against Naruto's. "That's how I met Gaara actually. He'd noticed me a couple of times before and then decided to give me another outlet for the anger I felt. He taught me how to defend myself, how to fight others and incapacitate them and … It helped a bit. He helped. I didn't ever want to be that helpless again, I wanted to know how to protect and – he gave me that." He laughed humourlessly; looking paler than normal. "He – if it weren't for him, I don't think …"
He didn't finish his sentence, but a block of ice settled into Naruto's stomach at the implication that hung between them. At the same time a sudden realisation dawned upon him, triggered by Sasuke's words.
After losing his family, Sasuke had accepted Gaara's help to train, to – in his words – get strong enough to protect someone.
Suddenly Sasuke's behaviour towards him made a lot more sense. Why he had reacted so furious that time Naruto had been in heat and attacked by those idiots. Why he insisted on waiting until Naruto had entered his house, no matter how many times the blond insisted he didn't have to. The way he tended to hover when they were out on the street, walking closer to Naruto, even though the Omega knew he wasn't particularly fond of having his space invaded.
Why he was determined to act as some kind of chauffeur to Naruto and drive him home most days even when Naruto assured him he was fine just taking public transport if his mum couldn't pick him up. His suggestion that Naruto would join his martial arts class and Gaara's subsequent comment that he'd never taken someone else there before – it all started to make sense finally.
Even his question about dad's gun suddenly made a lot more sense given what he had just heard.
Sasuke blamed himself for failing to protect his family, his mother, who'd been an Omega – just like Naruto. He had trained with Gaara in order to better protect somebody and for some reason, he had decided Naruto was someone he wanted to protect. He was even making certain that Naruto knew how to defend himself when necessary, by taking him to Gaara's dojo for lessons.
He was doing for Naruto what he couldn't do for his family.
Naruto felt overwhelmed at that realisation. How many people knew what had happened to Sasuke's family, that his past was the reason why he was so standoffish now? Not that many, he acknowledged silently, recalling all the conversations he had had with the others about Sasuke. In fact, nobody else but Naruto might know about what had happened to the Uchiha family before Sasuke moved to this place. Their classmates certainly didn't know.
If Sasuke had kept quiet all those years – what made Naruto so special that he would confide in him today, the day that would forever be tainted by the murder of his family?
"Why tell me about them?" Naruto asked softly. Why tell me when you never told anyone else? was the unspoken thought lingering between them.
Sasuke looked at him, having grown calm again. "Because I trust you," he answered simply.
The significance of that admission wasn't lost on Naruto and this time he was the one looking away; his stomach doing an odd flip.
When he glanced at Sasuke, those dark eyes still looked too empty for his liking and searching for a way to distract the other boy, Naruto blurted out, "You want to stay the night? We can have a sleepover."
Sasuke blinked, obviously taken aback before he scoffed, "A sleepover, really? What are we? Thirteen years old?"
"Hey! Sleepovers are timeless, okay? There's nothing wrong with them, no matter our age!" Naruto protested, punching Sasuke's shoulder.
The dark haired boy looked at him as if he was an idiot and shook his head. "I don't have anything to change into," he pointed out with a sigh.
Accepting that as the Alpha's agreement to staying the night, Naruto grinned and crawled off his bed, going to his closet. "Don't worry about that; I've got some things you can borrow."
Rummaging through the closet, he unearthed what he was looking for and turned around with them triumphantly. "Here, some shorts and a shirt; they should fit you."
Too late he realised that the shirt he was holding up was one he regularly wore when he had his heat. During his heats he couldn't stand cloth sticking to his skin, so he preferred to wear larger clothes which fell around his frame and didn't feel so restrictive.
The shirt he was about to give to Sasuke was his favourite, because it felt loose and soft and overall made his heat more bearable. His clothes were washed after his heat was done, of course, so there shouldn't be anything of his scent still clinging to it, but …
Well, it would be fine, no? They were just clothes after all.
"Here, put these on. I'm going to tell my parents you're staying the night," Naruto said and hurriedly pushed the bundle in Sasuke's hands, trying to suppress the irrational worry that Sasuke might still get a whiff of his heat scent in the fabric.
His parents were watching some kind of romantic drama when he walked into the living room.
"Dad, mum?"
They both looked up and mum smiled. "Yeah, Naruto? You two done studying?"
"Eh yeah, I was just wondering – is it okay if Sasuke stays the night?" Naruto questioned, irrationally nervous. He clasped his hands behind his back and rocked back and forth on his heels.
"He wants to stay the night?" Dad asked surprised; a light frown marring his forehead.
"Eh, I actually asked him whether he wanted to stay," Naruto admitted, worrying his lip between his teeth. "He, eh, he told me something and I don't think he should be alone now, you know?"
It was a testament to how freaking amazing his parents were that they didn't ask further questions or demanded he told them what Sasuke had told him. Naruto knew his parents wouldn't just start blabbering about it, but this was not his tale to tell. Sasuke trusted him, and he didn't want to break that trust.
Mum's face softened and she nodded. "Of course, sweetheart, he can stay the night. If his parents are okay with it, of course."
"Yeah, thanks, I'm going back upstairs now. Goodnight!" Naruto dodged the loaded remark with a quick smile and rushed back upstairs.
Sasuke had already changed into the black shorts and the dark blue shirt when Naruto entered his room again. The shirt clung a bit to his chest and Naruto tore his eyes away from the sight, clearing his throat.
"They're okay with it. Do you have to call your guardian or so?"
The Alpha eyed him curiously. "They're okay with me staying the night? Just like that?" he inquired incredulously as if the very notion of them agreeing was unbelievable.
"Of course, why wouldn't they be?" Naruto asked surprised, cocking his head to the left.
"Because I'm an Alpha and you're an Omega?" Sasuke said slowly, furrowing his eyebrows.
A bark of laughter escaped the blond and he waved his hand. "They know we're friends! There's nothing weird about you staying over!"
"Fine, where am I going to sleep then?"
"Erm, in my bed?"
Sasuke stared at him.
"What? I don't think you want to sleep on the floor and it's not like we have an extra guest room," Naruto defended himself.
"You better not be a kicker," Sasuke warned him. "Do you have at least an extra toothbrush?"
"What, afraid you'll get my cooties?" Naruto teased and laughed even when a pillow smacked him straight in the face.
Naruto accidentally kicked Sasuke once during the night.
In retaliation Sasuke pushed him out of the bed, which Naruto thought was a gross overreaction and he would get back at Sasuke for that as soon as possible.
That 'soon as possible' would have to be in the morning at the earliest, though, because the bed was too comfortable and warm now and the Alpha made a surprisingly decent pillow.
That first sleepover seemed to set something in motion.
As reluctant as he had been the first night to actually stay the night, as easy-going about it Sasuke became after that. He never asked to stay the night, but he wouldn't offer any protest anymore when Naruto suggested it.
Kushina and Minato stopped giving weird looks when Sasuke stumbled into the kitchen in the morning a couple of weeks later, having grown used to the Alpha staying the night frequently. They had only remarked on it once and that was to tell Naruto he could have Sasuke stay over whenever as long as his grades wouldn't suffer underneath it.
Why his grades would suffer because his best friend – and yeah, they were definitely best friends now, no denying that anymore – stayed the night was a mystery to Naruto, but he knew better than to question his mum about it.
Even with Naruto knowing about Sasuke's home situation now, the dark haired boy still preferred to stay at Naruto's place instead of going to his own. Naruto met Sasuke's guardian a couple of weeks after his birthday – which Sasuke had celebrated with him by taking him to a ramen stand and paying for all his bowls; something which he had probably regretted after the fourth bowl had disappeared in the Omega's stomach – and while the older man, a silver haired guy named Kakashi, was very pleasant, Sasuke was mostly scowling throughout the meeting.
"He's afraid I'm going to tell you all sorts of embarrassing secrets about him," Kakashi said and winked. He was wearing a mouth mask, getting over a cold.
"You don't have any embarrassing secrets about me, you idiot," Sasuke hissed and kicked his leg.
"He's always such a delight to have around," Kakashi snorted, lazily kicking the younger Alpha back while Naruto stared at them bemused. "I'm glad to finally get to know you, though, Naruto-kun. I was wondering who had managed to crack his shell." His dark eyes glittered.
"Erm, well, it's nice to meet you too," Naruto smiled. It was. Given Sasuke's evasiveness about Kakashi before, he had thought the man had to be someone really horrible, a jerk or so, but his only crime so far seemed to be that he loved teasing Sasuke and pushing his buttons.
"Well, you've seen him, we're going to my room now. We have a literature test tomorrow and I need to help him study," Sasuke said tersely, standing up and tugging Naruto up by his arm.
Kakashi's eyes positively shone when he chuckled, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
That remark earned him a magazine against his head.
So even with Naruto knowing about Kakashi, they rarely stayed over at Sasuke's place. The Alpha preferred staying at Naruto's and it wasn't like the Omega minded the other one's presence that much.
It was kind of funny, actually. With how regularly Sasuke had been staying the night, his scent had become infused in the pillows and the blankets. As such even during the nights the other boy wasn't there, Naruto was still cloaked in his scent.
He couldn't say he minded that. There was something soothing about the sharp, woodsy scent imbedded in the fabric and while he would never admit it to anyone, it helped him fall asleep faster than before they had started this whole sleepover thing.
His heat in December hit him unexpectedly harder than before.
Even with his medicine, shivers shook his body and sweat left a disgusting sheen behind on his skin. He felt warmer than usual and not even kicking off the blankets and letting the cold hit his bare legs helped him cool off.
The fire in his belly was worse, a gnawing sensation making his cramps worse than before, and even curling up didn't help matters. He felt empty, hot, needy and sore and overall, this heat just fucking sucked.
Sweat stuck his clothes to his skin and slick kept dripping between his cheeks, practically plastering his underwear against him. It was a fucking disgusting sensation and not even showers did much to take off the edge.
Everything was just getting to him, overwhelming him, and he just wanted to scream and yell and curse everything that had thought Omega deserved to go through these shitty heats every goddamn fucking month!
A knock on the door distracted him from how miserable he was feeling and he croaked out, "Yeah?"
The door opened a bit and mum stuck her head inside. When she spotted her son lying miserable and sweaty on his bed, appearing generally done with life, she smiled sympathetically. "Hey, Naruto. Sasuke-kun stopped by just now."
He sat up, alertness shooting through him at the mention of his best friend. "What did he want?"
Sasuke never stayed over during Naruto's heat. It was not something they had explicitly agreed on and it could even be coincidence, but Naruto didn't think so. It was just something Sasuke refused to do. Maybe the pheromones were even too much for him?
Then again, Naruto wrinkled his nose and pushed his shorts a bit lower, getting annoyed at how the waistband seemed to dig into his stomach, he wouldn't want to sleep next to someone who was a disgusting mess of sweat and slick and general misery either.
"He said he'd accidentally had taken one of your shirts home and thought you might like it back," Mum explained, crossing the distance to hand over a white shirt.
Squinting at it, Naruto reached out and took it, studying it curiously. He couldn't remember Sasuke having borrowed one of his shirts lately, but whatever. It felt soft and cool in his hands and it would make a great substitute for the sweat soaked one he was currently wearing.
"Thanks." Whipping off the green shirt he'd been wearing for the past two days, he shimmied into the white one immediately, almost purring at how soft and loose it fell around his torso.
"He also said to text him when you were feeling better and that he would collect the homework for you," Mum added with a smile before backing away and leaving the room again, closing the door behind her.
Plopping back down onto the bed, his nose twitched when a peculiar scent entered his nostrils and curious, he brought the collar of the shirt to his nose.
Huh.
That wasn't his scent clinging to the fabric, but Sasuke's. Naruto would recognise the woodsy, sharp scent with its undertones of raspberry and rose anywhere, given how much he inhaled of it whenever he laid down in his bed.
Was this even his shirt? Or had Sasuke accidentally given one of his own, thinking it had been Naruto's?
Ah well, what did it matter? The shirt felt great against his skin, light and airy and large enough not to feel restrictive, and Naruto would take any kind of relief at this point.
Anything as long as he stopped feeling this fucking hot.
Hands drifted across the inside of his thighs, skimming across the sensitive skin and he shivered, opening his legs wider, wishing those hands would touch him higher, firmer.
"Stop teasing," he whined, grappling at strong shoulders and pulling the other one closer to him, practically dragging him on top of him. He felt on edge, like he was about to explode and it wouldn't take that much anymore for that to happen and god damn it, he needed that!
A soft chuckle against his slack mouth. "You're always so impatient," he murmured, rubbing his nose against a damp cheek.
Naruto huffed, throwing one leg over the Alpha's thigh. "You'd be impatient too if you were feeling even a shred of what I'm feeling now," he grumbled, but tilted his head back obediently to allow the other boy to kiss his neck.
"And what are you feeling now, hm?"
"Empty," Naruto instantly replied, surprising himself with how bold he was. "Like I'm missing something. Fuck, I want you." That last one escaped him in a breathy voice and his toes curled into the sheets when fingers touched him between his cheeks, gathering the slick which was royally dripping out of him by now.
"Well, we can't have you feeling empty now, can we?"
Those words had him whining and his hands dipped down to grab the Alpha's arse, digging his fingers into it as he pushed his own hips up, moaning when he met the answering hardness.
"Please, please, I'll be good, I promise, just please touch me, stop teasing me, please."
"Because you asked me so nicely." Reddened lips curled up into a smirk before they crushed against his own at the same time as two fingers slipped inside, touching something deep within him.
The fire in his belly exploded and everything went white; his body shaking and shivering and trembling and his scream was swallowed up by firm lips.
Shock after shock went through his body and as he opened his eyes, he sought and found –
Blue eyes shot wide open, his heart hammering inside his chest like he had just run a marathon.
His body was still shivering like he had never left the dream and he didn't need to look down to know what had happened.
"Oh fuck," he whispered in the darkness, horrified as he realised what had just happened.
He just had had a sex dream.
A sex dream about Sasuke, his best friend.
AN2: Now you finally know what happened to Sasuke to make him act like that. I hope this chapter met your expectations!
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I see you all back in the next chapter!
Cuddles
Melissa
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