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Written By: Crimson2006

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Chapter Four: Reflections

Uchiha Itachi was a gorgeous man. He had well defined looks that could bring you to your knees and an aura that was as equally smooth. In essence his presence could be described as supernatural— something bewitching yet untouchable just the same. At six-foot-two he stood proud and strong, dark eyes and matching black hair creating an ostensible image that could sweep you away. Comparatively, his voice was like passion plucked from the deepest levels of ecstasy, while his smile was drawn by the threads of seduction. With such elegant features and uncanny grace, it was easy to see how Itachi was an epitome of godliness; the kind of man that could make all your dreams come true if you were lucky enough to gain his love.

Or at least, he lingered in that image theoretically.

Reality however dictated a different course, and what really resided beyond that creamy texture of flawless skin and alluring eyes was pain incarnate: a tormented soul that was bound to human flesh and made to suffer inexplicable heartache. Each smile purged from heaven, every word articulated with grace; like a well orchestrated symphony, Itachi had mastered the art of deception, never letting his visage slip, never allowing a note to be off key as he entwined himself in a dance of perfection that deceived even the greatest of onlookers. Granted such complexities restricted him in many ways, but as time passed, those constraints blurred. The duration of life commingling the lines until one notion became the next without any form of conscious transition between them. Put on a mask, keep his real feelings inside. It was the perfect façade even if such a manifestation had not always been so. No, once upon a time Itachi had struggled to find himself; to discover the meaning of his own feelings and how to reflect them amid a world that required so much élan from a shell of a half-broken boy. It was there though that he found his answers in Sasuke.

You see, it would have been a rather foolish mistake to assume that Itachi never truly loved his little brother. Despite the horrible things that transpired between them now, he had once cherished Sasuke unconditionally, with a real love that was deep and sincere and strictly brotherly. Always there to comfort the boy, to hush him to sleep, or hold him with tenderness—a much younger Itachi had wanted nothing more than to protect and nourish the only thing that wasn’t marred in his world—to worship that aspect and covet it gingerly so that no one else could ever hurt or touch it. Sasuke was the light he craved after all; the contour of his salvation when certainly nothing else had the power to save him. But what was plural slowly became singular, and where admiration and nurture lingered, obsession came to overthrow. Loving Sasuke was replaced with the notion of owning him, and from that manifestation began a downward spiral that could not be changed or altered.

Needless to say that impending doom hadn’t come all at once, but was instead forged out of a growing desperation that had slowly eroded the elder to a fragile breaking point. Like any good brother, Itachi had attempted to repose the dark haunting thoughts, but ultimately the temptation that clutched his heart refused to let go and the raven surrendered. With willing volition, he’d crossed paper thin lines and burned away his brotherly love for a sick, twisted desire. Perhaps worst than that though, was the fact that he had enjoyed it. The torment, the mental fuck, the various ways he had hurt Sasuke only to turn around and make the teenager idolize him. It had been so sweet, so beautiful, and even now –all these years later– the shackles he’d set in place remained. Sasuke could not exist without him and that wasn’t metaphysical bullshit.

Itachi’s thoughts faltered as the song he’s been listening to came to an end, and he shifted slightly, brushing aside a stray thread of hair. Gracefully, the twenty-four year old looked at the painting that was placed before him before letting out a dwindled sigh. Since school was out for break and Sasuke was gone, he’d opted to indulge in one of his normal pastimes. It wasn’t often that he painted, but when he did, it was usually a reflection of what was going on in his head. And right now there was a lot of confliction.

Plucking a new paintbrush from the metal basket where they were kept, Itachi dabbed a little sliver of blue to the bristles and mended the color against a fair shade of red. He paused for a moment with questionable uncertainly before applying the mixed color to one of the wings. The devil he was painting looked far too forgiving and the angel didn’t seem that pure.

Instinctively he thought of Sasuke and the notion that had first prompted him to pick up his paintbrush. His brother had been so eager the night before and it just wasn’t settling well with him. Granted that Sasuke could be a dirty little whore, but this time there was something else in the mix; a sensation that he hadn’t felt stir in his sibling for a long time. Itachi instinctively got the impression that the said sentiment was not completely directed at him.

“Otouto, what are you up to?” He mused lightly, his fingers weaving through the air as he returned the brush to grab another dab of paint.

With the said enactment he contemplated the issue again, thoughtfully, only to realize that perhaps he was being paranoid. There was nobody else that Sasuke would want to be with, at least not permanently…

Contrary to his brother’s belief, Itachi did know about Suigetsu and Gaara. He was not that daft, and felt slightly insulted that Sasuke would belittle his intellect so greatly. Of course in the revulsion of knowing such information, also came the unexpected foresight of reassurance. Sasuke belonged to him and that would never change. The relationship that the youth had with Suigetsu and Gaara was merely insignificant and worked against Sasuke, just proving to the boy exactly who it was that owned his ass. Suigetsu and Gaara couldn’t make Sasuke cum on command; they couldn’t beat the boy the way he liked it—hurt, cut and humiliate him the way Sasuke craved. And his brother really needed every bit of it. Sasuke wanted that abuse, begged for it, always returned home to him because of it. A sweet fuck here and there might have been good; but nobody made his Otouto feel the way that he could. They were forever linked that way. Kin of the same flesh and desire…even in death; they would linger in Hell right next to each other. He would never let the boy go. Never.

Continuing with his painting and inner debate, Itachi allowed his fingers to work skillfully, his mind lingering on one concept and then the next, never really finding any rest. After a while he heard the garage door open and sighed softly. It seemed as if his mother was home. Absentmindedly he wondered if the bitch was going to come up and heckle him.

In many ways his mother was a woman of worldly class, but in other ways she grated his nerves. She was the type of woman who pretended to be a good mother, but blew the concept off to please her husband and then feigned surprise when something was offset. It was sickening and compelling just the same, because Itachi both wanted to thank her and strangle her for such bad tendencies. She was a horrible guardian –at least in his eyes– and yet that aspect worked out rather well towards him in regards to his brother. Yes. It was both ironic and pathetic; just how much Sasuke wanted to be loved and acknowledged, especially since he craved those aspects from the one woman who had unknowingly damned him. Of course their mother did love Sasuke, but not in the way that the boy believed he was love. Itachi had learned all about that when he was little though—what their love, or lack of it, truly meant.

Smirking slightly at the irony, the elder felt his lips draw flat as the sound of a voice rang out from down the hall –followed by the heel-toe ‘clack’ of high heels, and his bedroom door was opening.

“Mother,” he spoke indifferently, his tone not gushing of love nor hinting at his agitation as he turned to face the woman of thirty-nine. Like always she was impeccably donned in the finest of garbs. Her expensive custom made dress fashioned by some high end designer and clutching her thin contour as diamonds hit all the basic locations: neck, fingers, ears and wrist. Lavishly her hair was pulled back into a tight bun as a few loose stands fell graciously to frame her pale, delicate face. Make-up was minimal, a dash of bush, a stroke of nude lipstick. And complementing the attire were a pair of four-thousand dollar shoes. Overall she looked dressed to kill, and Itachi pondered if she’d just come back from the supermarket, or maybe the post office. His mother didn’t work after all; she just normally dressed to such high end attire.

“Itachi; there you are. I was wondering what you were up to.”

Gracing an elegant eyebrow upward, Itachi contemplated his mother’s words carefully before gauging his own. “Why? Did you need me? Is something the matter?”

“Yes. Have you—” there was a pause and then a frown. “What in god’s name are you wearing those rags for Itachi!”

The elder looked down to his attire: a baggy pair of black sweat pants and a Slipknot shirt. They didn’t belong to him, rather, they were Sasuke’s, but he answered the question calmly, not letting his voice waver once. “I didn’t want to get paint on my good clothes,” he lied. In truth, he would wear Sasuke’s clothes quite often. His brother was always getting mad at him for it, but Itachi didn’t own anything normal, so it couldn’t be helped. Besides, he liked to have Sasuke’s smell on him, especially when the boy was away from home. It made him want to fuck the youth twice as hard when he came back. “You don’t need to worry though; I’ll change before father comes home.”

“Good. He would not approve Itachi. Those clothes have no class.”

“Of course not, mother.” He breathed out. “But what did you need again?”

“Oh yes, how could I have forgotten? Have you talked to Sasuke lately? I’ve called Suigetsu’s about half a dozen times in the last two days and every time I get the answering machine. I’ve even called that boy’s foster-father at his office, and Orochimaru just says is that the two of them are probably out having fun. I’m worried though.”

Restraining the urge to roll his eyes, Itachi wondered what his mother was really getting at. Sasuke had ‘supposedly’ been at Suigetsu’s for the last week, and yet it was only now that she was worrying about him? That was typical. But the fact that she genuinely seemed concerned irked him. Their mother was all about putting up an act, however now she was diminishing that image with little ingenuity. He didn’t like anyone worrying about Sasuke. The boy was his responsibility. “Did something happen?”

“Yes, it did.” She responded quickly, her brows crinkling into a frown. “I told Sasuke that he was in charge of picking up dry cleaning this week, but I highly doubt that he remembered. Your father has an important engagement tonight and he needs his suit. Is it here? No. Why you ask? Because Sasuke is such an ungrateful child that he has no consideration for others. Where did I go wrong as a mother?”

Tuning out the said rant, Itachi absentmindedly concluded that he could think of a million ways or so that she failed as a parent, but didn’t feel that he needed to exert the energy to pursue those thoughts into words. They would just go unnoticed anyway. “Mother,” he interrupted, playing the role of the helpful and productively good son. It was expected after all, even if it made his insides wretch. “Would you like me to go pick it up for you?”

The angry scowl that the older woman had painted on her face suddenly brightened and she smiled happily. “Oh yes Itachi. You’re truly an admirable man to do so much for me. I always knew that you were my favorite.”

Itachi forced a convincing smile and ignored her mock praise. As long as she wasn’t the one who had to go out and get the dry-cleaning, then she would say anything she felt was necessary to snag the deal. His parents were similar in that way; both manipulative and very self-centered. They lived to have other people praise them and expected the best from those who they applied their time to. In turn, that placed a lot of pressure on him, but that didn’t matter as long as he had Sasuke. The boy was both the means of his damnation and the beautiful force that set him free. Even now, he wished that his brother was there so he could bend him over some flat object, or press him against the wall and screw the little whore till he couldn’t stand straight. Feeling his pants constrict, the elder cursed Sasuke’s need to go to Konoha, and deemed that he would put a fourth scar on his sibling leg when he returned.

The significance behind it the most obvious of reasons—when avoidable, never make me wait to fuck you…

“Itachi, are you listening to me?”

“Yes,” he lied, tucking away his sadistic thoughts as he stood up and walked over to the closet. Not bothering to take off Sasuke’s shirt, Itachi simply grabbed a sweater and tugged it on; ignoring the odd look his mother was giving him. “Pick up the dry cleaning and—“

“…Some milk at the store.” His mother finished slowly. Just as Itachi knew that she would. In reality there was no need to say that he wasn’t paying attention, because she would freely repeat her words without verbal command to do so.

“Is there anything else?”

“Not really. Just if Sasuke calls, tell him to phone me. And don’t forget to change your clothes before your father comes home. He won’t approve of that disaster your wearing.”

Without expelling another word, the woman turned sharply on her heels and clacked back down the hall. After she was gone, Itachi frowned slightly and reached over for his cell phone. It was probably best to call Sasuke now so that he could phone the house while their mother was there. If not, then he was going to have to listen to the woman bitch about it all night. Pressing the speed dial, the sound of a ringing phone played at his ears before the development of Sasuke’s sleepy voice followed suit.

“Otouto, what are you doing?” the elder beseeched, even though it was obvious by the tone he received.

“I’m uh…” Sasuke grumbled and Itachi could hear the sound of shifting covers. “I’m trying to sleep… What do you want?”

Itachi resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Leave it to Sasuke to be a lazy ass. “It’s three in the afternoon, might I suggest that you drag your ass out of bed and get a move on it. I want you here in forty-eight hours or less. Need I elaborate what will happen if you prove to disappoint me?” He warned, his voice flowing like silk yet burning with a cruel unquenchable edge. Sasuke knew the tone all too well and automatically attempted to compensate for it.

“Aniki, I’m tired. You kept me up late—“

“I don’t give a shit.” Itachi retorted. “I won’t tolerate such lax behavior Sasuke. Your ass is seriously mine when you get home. And if you don’t want your face crushed in as a bonus, you’ll get out of bed right now and get your pathetic excuse for a carcass out on the road. Should you feel the need to provoke me further, I’ll put a second lesson into play when you get back.”

“Second?” Sasuke asked appalled, his mind working to figure out what he had done to earn the first one. This was not how he wanted to start the day. “Okay, never mind. I’ll head out. I’m sorry Itachi…” Halting, the younger raven corrected himself. “I’m sorry Master…” each word coming out solicitously. He didn’t need to add fuel to the fire so it was best to just kiss ass and pray for the best. The fact that his brother was already plotting a lesson was a terrible realization, but dealing with two in one shot—Sasuke seriously didn’t think he could make it through that. Hell, Itachi didn’t even know about Naruto yet, so there was always that chance that things were going to get even worse.

“Well, we’ll see just how sorry you are when you get home. Expect a lot of pain Otouto.” Itachi clarified, his voice suddenly curving as he finally opted to address the real reason he had telephoned the other. This time when he spoke his demeanor was something akin to soft and sociable, as if he hadn’t just threatened to beat the shit out of his little brother. “By the way, Mother wants you to call her. Also, make sure you wear your seatbelt and don’t drive over the speed limit Sasuke—you always get pulled over.” Without waiting for any confirmation that his advice was going to be heeded–Sasuke knew better than to oppose him–Itachi removed the mobile device from his ear and clicked the off button, leaving his kin to listen to the idle sound of the dial tone.

“Was that your brother?” Naruto asked from beside him and Sasuke glanced over his shoulder, to the sleepy visage of his newly acquired fuck-buddy. Naruto looked so goddamn beautiful with his hazy blue eyes, soft parted lips and disheveled blonde locks. Instantly the raven felt all his other problems slip away and his cock grow hard.

“Yeah it was my brother. He calls a lot,” Sasuke replied absently, his eyes wandering down the blonde’s tanned body as Naruto pulled back the covers and got up out of bed.

“God, you look so hot. Ride me right now.” He blurted out unabashed, tone completely honest and sincere as his mind was already lost in the dirty thoughts that his lips were inquiring about.

Naruto, who was half-way across the room, paused mid-step and turned to look at his friend.“E-excuse me,” he choked. He was barely awake so maybe he’d misheard Sasuke.

“You heard me. Ride me right now. Your ass, my cock…do I need to say more Dobe?”

Naruto felt his cheeks flush and his heart pound harder against his chest. Was Sasuke serious? “I…um, wait, just hold on a second okay?” He explained, gesturing to the raven that he wouldn’t be long. With an arched brow Sasuke watched as Naruto rushed into the bathroom, only to pad back out in record breaking time. The blonde was way too cute.

“Hurry up and get over here,” Sasuke called with a wide grin, two of his fingers threading his request in a come-hither motion.

Crawling back onto the bed Naruto swallowed heavily but complied. It was uncharacteristic for him, but he felt extremely nervous. For all the times that he’d had sex, he’d never done it like this before and it felt a bit overwhelming. What if he wasn’t any good? What if he made a mistake? Letting out a soft sigh, the blonde wondered how pathetic he seemed. And why, after being so promiscuous in the past, he felt like a virgin all over again.

Sasuke sensing Naruto’s trepidation, reached out and brushed his hand along the other’s arm, his fingertips running over the expanse of smooth skin. “Scared,” he teased, trying to lighten the mood, though he was shocked when Naruto nodded a clear yes; those beautiful blues eyes looking away from him with shame. For a minute the raven felt a tinge of anger flood through him, the unsettling feeling making his chest feel heavy at the same time. Naruto had been treated so badly in the past and it didn’t seem right. That someone so kind and gentle was fucked like a faceless whore and had no concept on how to be treated. Not that what Itachi did to him was much better, but in some sick way Sasuke had ended up liking the torture. Naruto hated the persecution and that fact made all the difference.

Brushing away the tips of a few feathering strands, Sasuke expression softened considerably and he urged Naruto to look up at him. “Hey, it’s alright,” he reassured, his eyes marveling in the flawless beauty before him. Naruto was so devout, so timeless and pure; something that Sasuke had never believed he could own, and yet the blonde was there with him now.

Lost in that captivating image, Sasuke’s rage quickly faded into admiration and his hands moved across that tanned cheek, the notion sparking embers of possessiveness and gratitude. Naruto was his. The blonde was his angel. He had saved Sasuke in more ways than he could have ever fathomed, and yet that only made the guilt from the night before came flooding back. He shouldn’t have enjoyed those moments with Itachi. He shouldn’t have begged and cried and coveted the pain his brother was so good at giving him just to get off, just to feel alive. He didn’t need Itachi because now he had Naruto.

The elder really wanted those thoughts to be true, but part of him—the realistic part—knew that such a statement was far from it. For all that Naruto delivered him from; there were still needs that were left unsatisfied, needs that only Itachi knew how to sate. It was a cruel realization and yet Sasuke didn’t want accept it anymore. He was at least going to try and walk away, but he had to have Naruto by his side in order to do that.

“Sasuke?”

Black eyes blinked and reflected into blue; the raven swallowing his bitterness away. He didn’t need to worry Naruto anymore. It would only make the situation worse. “It’s okay,” he reassured, taking his mind back to his original goal which was to get a little ass before they hit the road. “We’ll take it slow this time, so don’t be afraid. I just want to feel you again, all of you…deep inside… So that no matter what, you'll be the only thing I can ever remember.”

Leaning forward and closing the distance between them, Sasuke latched his lips onto the others boy’s, caressing that sweet threshold. Nipping at the soft petals, he repeated the small kisses; his hands resting on Naruto’s thin shoulders before slowly ghosting down the expanse of tanned arms, producing a touch that seemed ethereal.

In turn Naruto’s body responded eagerly, his heart lavishing in each simple gesture and every chaste kiss until he unconsciously leaned forward, falling more into Sasuke’s loose embrace. Feeling the need to take things further, Sasuke ran his tongue between the slit of Naruto’s lips, slowly pushing his way through that soft threshold and ravishing the familiar territory.

From there the kiss only continued to develop, their tongues brushing against each other, summoning emotions which expressed both heartache and warmth. Naruto’s hands shakily moved with uncertainty, his heart pounding loudly as his own fingers reciprocated Sasuke’s tender gestures. Somewhere in the back of his mind Naruto acknowledged that each time he did this with the other boy –kissing, touching; melting slowly into his partner to become more of him– that it was different. Being with Sasuke was like drinking from the same cup and yet noticing a different flavor or texture despite the fact that the content was always the same. Letting the kiss mold into something needier, Naruto again pulled closer, desiring to be filled with a heat that didn’t just warm his body, but his mind and soul.

As the minutes continued to roll on –and despite their need for air– the lovers sat there in the lonely little motel room and existed as if they were the only two people in the world. There was no outside influence, no chance of Mizuki coming home, or someone else interrupting. They were just two souls who were meeting in unity; their bodies endeavoring to work against an inevitable outcome that would later be described as the tender ship of love.

Eventually finding that air suited them, the pair parted briefly only to reconnect with more zest. This time their second kiss was fueled with a fire that burned deeper; slowly drawing them further into a never ending decent. Greedily their tongues moved with passion, their bodies responding to their growing connection. Naruto’s tan hands worked to venture lower, tugging on the strings of Sasuke’s lounge pants, just as pale white digits locked themselves in golden threads; holding on with a strength that promised they would never part. With time Naruto shifted slightly and his lips moved lower to kiss the raven’s neck and chest before his tongue swirled down to confiscate a perky nipple. Sucking on the said flesh, Naruto’s hands continued to fidget with the strings on the Sasuke’s pants, undoing the knot to get at what was inside.

Sasuke, whose head was bowed, was lost in pure bliss; his lips parting in a moan as his lover ignited all the emotions locked away. Having that sweet mouth touching him was orgasmic and he felt his cock twitch when a warm hand tugged away his pants just enough to spring his erection free. Feeling Naruto’s tongue dance lower, Sasuke reluctantly released his grip and shifted back; his arms supporting his body so that he could lift his hips and Naruto could fully slide off his pants. For a moment he considered telling the blonde not to remove the clothing all the way –he didn’t want Naruto to see his scars– however he concluded that eventually the youth would see them, so it might as well be now.

Noticing but not commenting on the three long marks adorning his lover’s soft, white thigh, Naruto pushed Sasuke back slowly and drank from the sight that was directly before him. No matter how many times he looked at Sasuke, he just could not get over how beautiful the other was. The elder was simply heart stopping –beyond all words– and Naruto’s chest flooded with a rush of frantic sensations; ones that made him tremble with excitement.

“See something you like…?” Sasuke asked, smirking.

Eagerly nodding Naruto pondered his words before speaking huskily. He wasn’t so great with voicing sentimental things, but he wanted to try anyways. “Yeah, you look really…hot.” Instantaneously the blonde wanted to reach up and slap himself in the face. Despite the fact that the aforementioned statement was true, he’d just blow over his smooth routine by relaying such a feeble statement. Yes, Sasuke was hot, but that word alone didn’t do justice to atone for the notion. He was sure Sasuke was probably going to laugh at him again. However much to Naruto’s surprise, excessive mirth was not what greeted the air.

“Who’s the liar now? I’m cold and we both know it. Why don’t you come closer and warm me up, usuratonkachi?”(1)

Realizing that Sasuke had to be born with some extra talent that enabled him to come up with those kinds of lines; the younger boy smiled and complied.

Nestled between a pair of pale legs, Naruto let his body overlap the others. It felt really odd to have Sasuke beneath him, but it was nice all the same. Absently, he wondered what went through the raven’s mind when the situation was reversed—was Sasuke as enthralled with him? Strangely, Naruto believed that the answer to that was yes.

Leaning down, he softly applied his lips to the elder’s and kissed him with passion. Naruto knew that they had already drawn a line concerning their relationship –that there wasn’t supposed to be anything but sex between them– but he already could tell that he was attracted to Sasuke on a deeper level than that. In fact he could very well see himself falling in love with the other if given enough time and the right means. It was a thought that scared him shitless. Not just because of their agreement, but because he had never felt that way before.

Running his hands down the contour of flesh, Naruto let his thoughts drift away, his tanned hands settling on Sasuke’s brittle hips as he rounded the skin delicately, squeezing gently at slim thighs as his mouth hovered above the elder’s erect penis. Slipping his tongue out slowly, he licked the tip tenderly, lapping at the underside as he craned his neck to move downward. He could feel Sasuke’s hips twitch and his hands tightened their grip as he repeated the action in reverse—slowly licking upward, the flat of his tongue brushing against the rock hard surface.

Reaching the head again, he lapped at the pre-cum before swallowing just the top, his finger’s steadily keeping their pressure so that Sasuke didn’t accidentally gag him. Unlike his skillful counterpart, Naruto couldn’t give head like a porn star. He had a gag reflect, and although he could deep throat, it was something he had to ease himself into. Sucking diligently, his lips strategically spread wider and he took in more of the stiff cock into his mouth, his threshold drawing it in with earnest. In return, he could hear Sasuke moan. Limber fingers massaging his scalp in a loving gesture; an act of encouragement, urging him to go on.

Making his throat muscles go lax, Naruto went all the way down on Sasuke; his mouth filled to the brim with cock as he performed long deep sucks, altercated between short soft ones. Within a matter of minutes he could feel the hot essence of cum hit the back of his throat, and he swallowed his lover’s load with zest; delighting in the sounds of his partner’s gratification. Everything about Sasuke tasted good, and he refused to let any part of the elder go to waste. Lifting his head up, Naruto looked lustfully at dark eyes –reflective glass orbs that showed of their satisfaction, and yet openly asked for more. He had made Sasuke cum, but more than that, he could tell that the raven was seeking a different kind of satisfaction, a longer lasting type of union that was driven between their bodies, not just individual pleasure.

Moving back with supple grace, Naruto slowly eased off his boxers; his thumbs snagging the waistband to pull the material down in a playful show. Watching carefully, he noted the smirk adorning his lover’s lips and the emotion that stirred softly in wisps along that pale visage. It was odd, but nice –that even though those opaque eyes were stirring strongly with desire; watching his every move with hunger– that there was a simple essence of patience to them; a notion that made the blonde feel loved. He thanked whatever god was listening a million times over that someone like Sasuke had fallen into his life; that he could be blessed with the presence of a person who cared and was patient, who wouldn’t criticize his errors, but laugh them off with love and mirth.

“Sasuke I…” Naruto paused, his thoughts clearly caught in his throat. After a minute he gave a soft smile that reached his eyes and the sentiments of his heart came flowing softly into words. “I need you…”

“I know. That’s why I’m here. Now hurry up, ‘cause I need you too.”

Nodding, Naruto straddled the other and moved so that his ass was pressed against Sasuke’s revived erection. Slowly he sank down; inching the stiff member deep into his ass. Tears fell swiftly from his blue eyes and he bit his lip so that he wouldn’t cry out. He hadn’t exactly prepped himself, so that even though there was lubrication there –his saliva and the few remaining traces of cum– it still hurt. Fighting back more tears of discomfort, he looked up as he felt Sasuke’s hands settle on his hips, those soft digits massaging the skin lightly in an effort to help him relax.

“Keep your eyes on me,” the raven whispered, “I want to see the beautiful expression on your face when I’m completely inside of you. I want to know the exact moment when we fit perfectly together to become one.”

“Sasuke…” Naruto rasped in return, tears falling now for a completely different reason. Why did Sasuke have to be so nice to him? Because as much as he loved it; that kindness hurt him just the same. Nobody had ever made him feel this way; nobody had ever said such wonderful things. Why had he spent so much time being alone, being hurt and betrayed; filled with a nothingness that seemed insatiable? Not when someone like Sasuke had been wandering around; suffering unnecessarily to his own demons. All of this time they should have been together, but now that they were, wasn’t it only right that they make that time up?

Impaling himself all the way down, Naruto worked past the pain and his wandering thoughts; savoring the feeling of being filled by the person who meant the most to him. In every way imaginable it felt right to have the other boy inside of him, so that even though there was discomfort, there was an underlining promise to it as well—that Sasuke was there with him, that he wasn’t alone. In comparison to the past, it was more then he could have dreamed for. The union wasn’t violent like with Mizuki, nor was it selfishly drawn like with his teacher. Being with Sasuke felt honest and pure, as if the raven was the only person that he should have ever shared his act with—because, most certainly, he would never feel this way about anyone else ever again.

“You alright,” Sasuke asked, breaking Naruto’s thoughts.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” the blonde nodded in response, his body adjusting to the wanted intrusion. “I was just thinking…”

“Oh, what about?”

“Being here with you—I’ve never felt happier.”

Without any more words Naruto braced his hands against the body beneath him, lifting his hips to push up. The motion was subtle at first, and when he felt the ring of muscle clench the tip of Sasuke’s penis, he pushed back down, that engorged cock filling him up once more. Repeating the process the blonde slowly picked up the pace; his hazy blue eyes never leaving his lover’s black orbs. “Nhn, it feels so good,” Naruto moaned, his body rushing with familiar emotions as his prostate was brushed continually.

Sasuke equally gave his own grunt of approval; his hips thrusting up just as Naruto would sink back down. It felt exceptionally nice to have the blonde there on top of him and he deemed that he’d have Naruto ride him more often. “I missed you, I missed this…” he confessed in-between pants, not caring that the notion behind it seemed illogical. All he wanted was more of Naruto, more warmth, more from the vice like grip and the goddamn beautiful creature that invoked it. He wanted to be in Naruto every hour of everyday. As he gripped the blonde’s hips, Sasuke could feel his desire rushing to all the right places in his body.

Hours could have passed by, but it made no difference to the two lost souls who were harmonized as one. Naruto rode Sasuke swiftly –the elder’s hard dick impaling his ass– while his partner drank up the sight that hovered above him. They were like the perfect working of a timeless clock. The motions were rehearsed and rustic, yet still vibrant and usable so that everything came together in a flawless fashion, spinning the bodies in a way that interweaved their souls into the threads of time itself.

Pushing himself up suddenly, Sasuke’s mouth latched onto Naruto’s threshold and hands that had clung idly onto tanned hips shifted to cup the blonde’s firm ass. Simultaneously Naruto’s arms weaved around Sasuke’s neck and pulled their bodies even closer, wanting more warmth.

“This is the moment now,” Sasuke whispered between kisses, black orbs melting helplessly into gorgeous blue. “When we fit together like one…Me inside of you, flesh against flesh…I couldn’t desire anything more than what I have in this moment.”

Moving in harmony, Naruto continued to raise himself off of Sasuke’s cock; their bodies pressed tightly together so that his own member was being massaged with each lift. As the minutes rolled by the frantic motion became even faster and Naruto buried his head against Sasuke’s shoulder, biting down on the skin as he came hard.

Feeling the sensation of those tight walls clamp down on his cock –mixed with the pain from where the younger boy had bitten him– the Uchiha released his seed into his lover’s ass; ribbons of cum filling the tight cavity, making Naruto’s body quiver ever so slightly.

“Damn Sasuke… that was amazing,” Naruto huffed, trying to catch his breath.

In turn the raven just nodded coolly before breaking the bad news to his lover. “Ten minutes to shower and then we’re going to have to go.”

“Is it because of your brother?” Naruto asked, his tone winded but clearly agitated. He was sure that he already knew the answer, but he figured he’d ask anyway.

“Yeah… you go ahead and shower first. I have to call my mom okay?” Without another warning, Sasuke lifted the blonde up and off of him before rolling over to the side. Snatching his cell phone and moving completely unabashed, he walked out the door in absolutely nothing. Sasuke wasted no time in pushing the familiar set of numbers, trying to ignore the cold and focus on the task at hand. Three rings and one sneeze later; he heard the familiar sound of his mother’s voice breeching the silence.

“Sasuke darling, is this you?”

“Yeah Itachi said you wanted to talk to me?” he sniffed. Even though it was spring, it was still cool out and given the fact that he was wearing nothing didn’t help. Of course, he could have put something on, but there were three things to factor in with such a predicament. One, he was too lazy. Two, if he put clothes on, he was just going to have to take them right back off again. And three, he was out in the middle of nowhere. The only person that might see him –save for Naruto– was Juugo and he was sure that he didn’t have anything that the older man hadn’t seen before. Given this, he had no quarrel with standing there nude, except for the fact that it was a bit chilly. Something that he hoped he didn’t get sick for. “So what’s up? I’m in a bit of a hurry.”

“Well…” after a long pause, the woman on the other side laughed lightly. “It was trifle matter. Itachi took care of it and I’m not mad anymore—but when are you coming home?” She rambled; not making much sense to the raven who only knew that ‘Itachi took care of it' was not something to be happy about. No wonder he was getting a lesson when he got home.

Drawing his lips into a tight line, he gave a disgruntled sigh and shifted his feet idly. “In a few days. Why?”

“Oh, well that’s fine. This Friday though I’ve invited some friends over. I want you home for it okay. Just make sure to brush up on your manners beforehand, you know how your father gets. He’ll have a fit if you embarrass us in front of everyone. ”

“Sure…whatever you say mom. I’m going to go now.”

“Sasuke…”

“Yea.”

“Stay out of trouble and come home soon.”

“I will. Bye.” Hanging up Sasuke shook his head and padded back inside. He loved his mother dearly, but sometimes she was odd. Suigetsu lived one block over, if she really needed him to do something she could have just stopped by in person instead of asking Itachi to do it for him. Not that it would have actually helped in this situation, because at the moment, he wasn’t there. Tossing the phone on the bed, Sasuke scratched that idea in favor for a new one. His mom had probably been complaining, and Itachi had volunteered. That was more of his brother’s style. “Kiss ass,” he grumbled padding down the hallway, only to bump into Naruto who was coming out of the bathroom. “Hn. Sorry Dobe,” he excused, leaning over to give the startled boy a kiss on the forehead. “Get dressed and I’ll meet you in the car alright?”

Nodding, Naruto watched his lover shut the bathroom door before slipping back into the main room to put some clothes on. Sasuke’s tone had bothered him slightly –it had been distant like the night before– but he told himself not to worry about it. If the elder wanted to share something with him, then he would. It certainly wasn’t his place to ask because they would just end up getting mad at each other and fighting. More than anything Naruto didn’t want to cause any unnecessary drama, and seeing as Sasuke had yet to tell him what had been up in the bathroom with Itachi, he deemed that he didn’t need to go chasing after another issue at the moment. Besides, it was probably something petty, like his mother scolding him for being gone for so long. But whatever the case, he knew that he ought to get dressed and get out to the car ASAP.

Five minutes later and Naruto was tapping his finger idly against the dashboard. After slipping on a plain white shirt and an orange pair of cargos, he’d grabbed his bag and headed out to the car where he was now waiting for Sasuke. In the back of his mind he kept thinking that he was forgetting something, and it wasn’t until his blue orbs noticed how late in the day that it was, that he had an epiphany. Tuesday afternoon, probably well after three-thirty… there was some place he usually went.

Suddenly reaching back behind the seat, Naruto quickly retrieved his cell phone from his bag and turned it on. His eyes were greeted by a flashing blue screen that indicated six missed calls. Flipping through them, he noted that two were from Mizuki –he wasn’t going to listen to those right now– one was from Iruka and the last three were sent via his teacher. He wondered whether or not he should call the latter back, too lost in his thoughts to notice the SUV door opening and closing, and it wasn’t until Sasuke got in that he snapped his head up in a daze.

“Dobe, what are doing?” Sasuke questioned, snagging the cell phone and looking though the caller ID list. “Hn. Mizuki called did he?” the elder asked rhetorically before frowning slightly. “Who’s Iruka and—“

“Ah Iruka’s my, um… friend. And the other ones my teacher…”

“That teacher,” Sasuke questioned, though again he didn’t really wait for an answer. “Were you going to call him?”

“Well, the thought had occurred to me. I should let him know that I’m okay, right? Cause he might call the police otherwise—if he gets worried.”

Sasuke snorted and tossed the cell phone back to Naruto before starting the car. “Please, don’t kid yourself dobe. He’s probably already found someone new to screw by now.”

“He’s not really the type to do that…”

Rolling his eyes and snagging a cigarette from his dwindling stash –aka, the last pack of smokes he had– the raven popped the clutch and pulled out of the driveway, wasting no time in speeding back out to the open road at a pace that was definitely illegal. Itachi might have told him not to speed, but there was no way he was going to make it home in time if he didn’t. And given the choice between a ticket and another lesson, Sasuke without a doubt chose the ticket.

Continuing to drive in silence, the pair eventually stopped at a gas station to fuel up and then about an hour later, heeded the sight of a ramen restaurant where Naruto had practically eaten his weight in noodles. Sasuke had found the act to be rather disgusting but somewhat amusing—the remark about being compared to ramen lingering strongly in his mind. It made the elder hungry for something that wasn’t on the menu, and after dragging the blonde into the bathroom for a quick fuck, they were back on the road again, driving against the monotonous scenery.

Bored, Naruto fiddled with one of Sasuke’s cigarette lighters and hummed along to a song playing on the radio. Five minutes later he was skimming through a book that he’d found in the backseat the day before and thirty minutes after that, he was left staring out the window, his mind lost in thought. He hated long car rides. The night before it had been tolerable because he’d been sleeping; but now the ride just seemed tedious. Leaning over to turn of the music off, the blonde looked towards Sasuke, who also looked as if he wanted to be somewhere else.

“I spy—“

“I hate that game,” Sasuke chilled.

“Huh? Well, I’m bored…”

“Then give me a blow job. Besides, other than the sky, some trees and the ground, what are you going to spy?”

Naruto huffed and crossed his arms, giving the raven a dirty look. “You’re no fun,” he whined.

To this Sasuke just arched a brow. For a moment he considered not saying anything, but he knew if he didn’t, Naruto would take it the wrong way. “I don’t like playing games; they remind me too much of Itachi and all the shit he puts me through…”

“Oh…I’m sorry,” Naruto mumbled, feeling bad for bring something like that up, though quite frankly he wondered if there wasn’t anything that Itachi hadn’t corrupted in Sasuke’s life. Trying to think of a new conversation, Naruto ultimately found himself admiring Sasuke’s form instead. He noted that today the raven was dressed in a pair of loose black pants and a matching tight shirt. In place of the black gauze, there were now strips of red, and around his neck was a different Maltese cross, the large silver beads that it hung from shinning in the late afternoon light. In accordance, those same sized beads also hung from his wrist, and complimented the small stud threaded through his right earlobe. The look screamed sexy, and Naruto felt himself getting hard. He was so lucky to have someone like Sasuke in his life. Someone who was sweet and kind and hot as hell; it was like a dream come true.

“Shit, a cop…”

“Yeah, wait…what?” Naruto asked, his eyes prying themselves away from Sasuke only to see the familiar characteristics of a highway patrol behind them; the flashing red and blues lights already signaling there purpose. Feeling his heart sink the blonde flipped back around and told himself to stay calm. It wasn’t like they were in Konoha anymore; they’d passed the boarder a few hours back, so all they had to do was act cool and they could talk their way out of the situation. Counting slowly to ten Naruto closed his eyes and said a prayer as Sasuke pulled over. He didn’t want to go back home, he didn’t want to ever see Mizuki again. Why did fate have to curse him this way? Finally getting his emotions in check, he opened his eyes only to notice that Sasuke was staring at him with an odd expression. “What?” he defended. “I-I don’t want us to get caught.”

“Tsk. Just leave it to me dobe; I get pulled over all the time.” Reaching for his pack of smokes, Sasuke frowned when he noticed he was out. Thankfully, he’d had enough insight to buy some when they stopped for gas though, so he carelessly gestured towards the glove box where he’d stashed them. “Hand me a new pack would you.”

Complying Naruto opened the said storage only to freeze. There, lying beneath two packs of cigarettes and some waded up dollar bills, was the last thing he needed to be in possession of. “S-Sasuke…” he whispered, his voice feeling heavy as if it might break. “I-is that a gun?”

Tipping his head to see what Naruto was talking about, he nodded before settling back into his seat. “Yeah, it’s Itachi’s. It’s a .45 Magnum. He leaves it in here all the time because he doesn’t want our parents to know about it. Don’t worry though, it’s not loaded and I have the paperwork for it. Just grab the smokes and shut the box.”

Ignoring the former command and abiding to the latter, Naruto slammed the compartment shut, his breathing something akin to erratic. “Oh my god…I’m so fucked…”

Not understanding where the blonde was coming from, Sasuke reached over to grab the boy’s shoulder when the sound of a finger tapping against the glass hindered the action. Turning around Sasuke saw the petite form of a highway patrol officer standing next to his car. The older woman –who looked to be in her mid-twenties– was wearing a standard, brown uniform. Her pink hair tucked beneath her cap as green eyes looked at him with interest. Across her left breast was a thin strip of gold metal with engraved letters that read: Officer Haruno. Overall, the woman looked like a bitch.

From behind him Naruto must have taken notice of her presence as well, because Sasuke could hear the blonde throw out a few ‘shit’s’ and one ‘goddamned, I am screwed…’ but he simply ignored them and rolled down his window. Whatever was wrong with the dobe would have to wait.

“Good day officer,” he replied, his voice rather enigmatic.

At the greeting the cop leaned down slightly, her eyes glancing from the raven to the blonde before a sick smile curled at her pink tinted lips. “Uzumaki…” And then as swiftly as the word had left her tongue she was standing erect again, her attention on the driver, “license, insurance and registration please.”

Perplexed by her choice of words, Sasuke snagged the said information from his visor and handed it over. After which his eyes glanced over to Naruto, who just shook his head and gave a grim expression.

“Do you know why I pulled you over?”

Turning back to the cop, Sasuke eyed the woman with disdain and ignored the question; his mind musing over how the two knew each other and why Naruto seemed so upset. She obviously wasn’t going to arrest them; she would have already done that by now. At least common sense dictated that. Perhaps it was something as simple as her knowing Mizuki? Realizing that she was still waiting for an answer the raven tightened his lips and gave a direct response. “No seatbelt and driving 95 in a 45 zone,” he replied the tone akin to reading a term paper; little to no emotion and absolutely no regret expressed.

“Yeah…Mr. Uchiha…” Pausing, the officer tapped the license in her hand idly before looking back to the pale teen. “Would you be Chief Fugaku’s son?”

Although they were far from Oto, the Uchiha name was well known, and thus highly respected in other jurisdictions. In that sense it didn’t come as a surprise that she knew his father, and Sasuke gave a winded sigh. “The youngest one,” he informed, knowing where this was heading.

A lot of times because of his family name, Sasuke was able to weasel his way out of speeding tickets. It was usually a fifty-fifty deal once people realized the connection, but by the look officer Haruno was giving him, she wasn’t going to write him up. Testing these odds, Sasuke laid out the bait. “So how longs this going to take, I’m in a hurry. My dad needs me back home to help take care of my sick mother.” His black eyes noted a look of questionable disbelief before the officer nodded her head.

“I’m sorry; I didn’t realize what the situation was. I guess I could let you off with a warning,” she complied, handing back the information. “It’s not like many people come this way—but try to slow down and make sure to buckle up.”

“Hn. I can go then?”

“Of course,” the officer replied, giving one of her best smiles before tipping her head to the side, and frowning very cruelly. “Uzumaki, however—you get your ass out of the car now!”

“B-but, Sakura-Chan… Please, don’t do this!” Naruto begged, his hands working his seatbelt away as he leaned over Sasuke’s body and stuck his head out the driver’s side window. “I can explain!” He insisted, though in his heart he knew that she wasn’t going to buy his excuse.

Be as it may, Sakura Haruno had once lived in Konoha and knew all about the incident that had happened a several years back—one of Naruto’s darkest and most painful memories. Seeing as her father, who was also a cop, was one of many assigned to the investigation; Sakura had been allotted inside information and had actually been a part of the team during her course of becoming an officer. Two years ago however, she’d transferred to another district and Naruto had naively believed that he’d never have to see her again. Apparently, such was not the case.

“Oh, so you can explain why you’re here…?” she humored, one hand resting on her hip. “You must have paperwork then, otherwise you’re in a direct violation of your probation—that much I do know.

“No, Sakura-Chan I don’t have the paperwork. But please, just listen to me…”

“I didn’t think so. Get out of the car Naruto, you’re under arrest.”

“Sakura-Chan, no please…hear me out!” the blonde begged, his crystal blue eyes gushing with tears.

“Out of the car, NOW Uzumaki,” Sakura persisted, her hands gripping the door handle as she moved to open it. That action was hindered though when Sasuke braced the frame of the door and slammed it shut. He didn’t know what was going on, but nobody, not even this police officer, was going to take Naruto from him.

Feeling her eyebrow twitch, Sakura’s sweet face fell into something devastating and what was left was the visage of a demon incarnate. “Excuse me, but you’re harboring a criminal. I’m obligated to take him in. Furthermore, if you continue to hinder the process, then I’ll have no choice but to arrest you as well despite your sick mother and your father being the chief of police.”

Glaring right back at her, Sasuke wrapped his free hand around Naruto’s waist and pulled the other boy’s body flush against his own. “First off Naruto belongs to me; so I don’t care what you’re obligated to do cause it ain’t going to happen. Naruto’s mine to do what I want with, so back the fuck off. Secondly, he won’t be going anywhere with your whorish ass. And might you still disagree with my decision; then you can go fuck yourself repeatedly, with many long, blunt objects.”

Sakura, who was surprised not only by the nasty tone used, but the content, stood there stupidly for a moment trying to gauge her own response. “I could arrest you under several accounts…” she began, but was cut off once more by the raven’s cold words.

“But you won’t, because if you do my father will personally see to it that you spend the rest of your life working as a security guard, well below minimum wage.”

Sakura clenched her fists and looked between the two boys, her resolve slowly crumbling though she wouldn’t give in yet. “Maybe I don’t care. Maybe I’d be more content with hauling Naruto’s ass to jail where it obviously belongs. If you ask me, he seems awfully desperate not to get caught.” Watching as Sasuke gave her a dirty look that just dared her to try something; the pink-haired girl finally wavered in her demeanor and sighed dejectedly. She couldn’t believe that she was going to go through with this. “Fine, if you want me to turn around and pretend I never seen you, then I want some compensation.”

“I don’t remember making that kind of deal.”

“Well if I haul Naruto’s ass in right now; that‘ll probably fuck things up for you right?” Sakura drawled.

“Shit, fucking bitch. What kind of compensation do you want,” Sasuke grounded out, none too happy at the officer’s mightier-than-thou attitude.

“What do you got?”

“A checkbook, my body and political sway; name your price.” At the mention of the second term Sasuke felt Naruto tense, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it. If he had to, he’d sleep with Sakura to keep Naruto. It was a small price to pay, and one he was willing to commit to should it come to that.

Thinking the options over carefully Sakura titled her head to the side. To be honest she hated working the highway route out in the middle of nowhere and the pay for it wasn’t that great either. Furthermore in her father’s eyes she was a failure because of holding such a low position; having been on the force for so long without acquiring a higher rank. Third to that was the fact that she was in a lot of debt. Going to the police academy had drained her pocket book and after getting transferred to a new district two years ago, it had been hard to live on her own. Letting the other end of the offer linger in her mind –sex with Sasuke Uchiha would be something to brag about considering how well known and hot he was– Sakura cleared her throat with her decision. “What if I want all of the above?” If she was going to go through with it, she might as well get the package deal, right?

Hearing those words Naruto panicked and looked to Sasuke. Surely he was going to tell Sakura that it was all a big joke—that he hadn’t been serious about the sex part. Much to his dismay though, two pale hands guided him gently back into his seat. “Stay here okay, dobe?” Even though the words sounded like a question, Naruto knew that it was a demand and the feeling of his heart breaking sunk further. In his mind he just couldn’t grasp the concept—what was Sasuke thinking?

As if the other understood this, the raven leaned in and whispered softly in his ear. “You’re the most important person in the world to me. I’ll be thinking only of you…” Giving Naruto a soft kiss on his forehead, Sasuke pulled back and stepped out of the car, snagging his checkbook and cell phone. Even though this fuck meant absolutely nothing to him, the fact that it wasn’t with Naruto washed upon in deep waves that were horrifyingly detrimental. Still, he pushed back these feelings in stride and swallowed the poison like a well crafted wine. No matter what, he refused to lose the blonde—a fact that he realized might seriously hurt him further down the line.

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(1) If you didn’t get it, Sasuke was speaking metaphorically.
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