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The Blessed Realm	By : susanna Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1746 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter
Fifty-Three: Martial Arts

They
spent a lot of time in bed during these first days of being in love,
exploring each other's bodies, learning how to please each other. For
both of them, allowing the other to touch them came as a challenge,
even though by now they knew that this was necessary in order to
achieve orgasm (and having the other watch while they lost control
was another challenge.)

Touching
the other, however, finding the soft and sensitive spots of his body,
watching him enjoy the caresses and finally spending himself was pure
bliss: Seeing the other's beauty, seeing him unguarded, knowing that
they were able to give joy to him and watching over him while he lost
control.

Slowly
they learnt to trust: Sasuke realized that Naruto was no longer the
kid he had fallen in love with when he had been a kid himself, that
Naruto was more than his dark blue eyes, always asking to be loved,
that he was also more than the youth he had met in Orochimaru's lair
who had inspired his sexual fantasies, proudly insisting on their
mutual bond against all evidence and then trembling in his, Sasuke's,
embrace and losing his ability to defend himself: Naruto had grown
strong in his own right, strong and confident, always ready to give
love (rather than receive it) in such an abundance that Sasuke often
felt overwhelmed and even intimidated.

He
had chosen it, he reminded himself, he had chosen Naruto's love, his
warmth, his unbreaking loyalty, he knew that Naruto would never
willingly hurt him, and still sometimes it was too much.

For
one reason, however, he was very glad that Naruto usually took the
initiative with having sex: It assured him that Naruto did not just
want to do him a favour but genuinely enjoyed and longed for it.

At
some point they proceeded to oral sex. It was quite natural,
actually, as from the beginning both of them had enjoyed not only
touching but also kissing all of the other's body, and leaving out
the genitals soon seemed artificial. Again, Sasuke had been hindered
by memories of what he had observed between Kabuto and Orochimaru:
Kabuto had hated it even more than anal sex, and they had never
changed roles with oral sex, while with anal sex they occasionally
had. (Kabuto had hated both roles.)

“I
can pretend that what is in my ass has nothing to do with me”,
Kabuto had explained, “but with my mouth this is not possible.”

For
all these reasons Sasuke had hesitated to ask Naruto to touch his
genitals with his mouth, yet on the other hand Naruto's cock in its
nest of golden hair looked all too tempting. There was nothing wrong
with doing something that Naruto would probably enjoy, was there? He
let his mouth wander downwards on Naruto's body, lightly touching his
navel, following the line of hair that connected navel and pubic
hair, and then going on to kiss the cock and the scrotum. The skin
was just like any other, he realized, a bit more tender if anything,
and certainly not weirder in his mouth than the hairy regions around
the genitals. Kabuto had been wrong, he thought, there was nothing
disagreeable or even disgusting about giving your lover pleasure with
your mouth.

Naruto
had grown nervous after a few seconds, moving around and twitching
under Sasuke's caresses. When Sasuke looked up he took him by the
shoulders and drew him up to his face, kissing him deeply on his
mouth, ruffling through his hair and caressing his hips and his ass.
Sasuke felt irritated.

“You
liked it?” he asked when he manage to disentangle himself from
the embrace.

“Sure
I did”, Naruto answered and kissed him again. “I just
needed a break.”

Sasuke
smiled, he kissed the whisker marks on Naruto's cheeks and continued
what he had begun. He was too gentle however: In the end he had to
use his hands.

Afterwards
they lay side by side, talking.

“In
Icha-Icha the hero always has to persuade his lover to give him a
blow-job”, Naruto said. “It's always a proof of her
deepest love if she agrees to give him this ultimate satisfaction.”

“In
the Gutsy Ninja she gives him a blow-job too”, Sasuke said. For
some reason what he had just done for Naruto had nothing to do with
the love scene at the end of the book. “You still have to write
the introduction, you know.”

Naruto
had intended to tell Sasuke that in Icha-Icha a blow-job always meant
that the hero had won her fully over, and that she finally recognized
his greatness and was ready to admire his manliness, but somehow this
now felt rather inappropriate.

He
kissed Sasuke and embraced him, chest touching chest and belly
touching belly, and his hands moving all over Sasuke's back, and then
his lips moved downwards, he made Sasuke lie on his back and
positioned himself between his legs. Sasuke looked a bit worried, not
knowing Naruto's intentions, but when he understood he lay back and
relaxed.

Naruto
was bolder then Sasuke, and he did not only kiss and lick his cock
but took the whole glans in his mouth, using his lips to exert
pressure and his tongue to taste the first drops of semen. He had, in
fact, longed to do this just as much as Sasuke had: He had always
thought Sasuke good-looking with his fine, clear and still distinctly
masculine features, even when they had still been kids and his
principal feelings towards Sasuke had been jealousy and envy, and
even then he had envied him not only for his more handsome face but
even more for his taller and leaner body. When they had fallen in
love this admiration had extended to his cock, which was, in Naruto's
eyes, just as the rest of Sasuke, a very special and fascinating
blend of delicacy and masculinity, and he did not cease to be
astonished that he was allowed to touch it, and that touching it
would give pleasure to Sasuke, who used to be so reserved when they
were kids.

He
had imagined how it would be to kiss it, and tease it with his
tongue, and how Sasuke would react to it, only that now it was
impossible to have a look at Sasuke's face as what he was doing
demanded his full concentration. He managed to make him come,
finally, using only his mouth, and then Sasuke's reaction was the
same as his own had been: Pulling him upwards and covering his face
with kisses, ruffling his hair and caressing his back and his ass.

It
took Sasuke a bit longer to learn to make Naruto come without taking
recourse to his hands. It was Naruto's own fault, Sasuke claimed,
insisting that he did not use his Sharingan on him, but in truth he
was quite content with having to find out by himself how to do it.

If
not the bliss of orgasm on Naruto's face only lasted for some seconds
– after this he would always look scared, the scars on his
cheeks deepened, the canines grew. Sasuke watched him concernedly,
ready to activate his Sharingan if necessary, yet Naruto always
managed to get the kyuubi under control by himself.

It
did not get better, Sasuke thought: The kyuubi kept trying to make
use of Naruto's loss of control. It caused Naruto pain, obviously,
but he refused to talk about it. It's only some seconds, he said,
then everything was fine again, and he could cope with it. He enjoyed
all the rest and would definitely not allow the kyuubi to keep him
from having sex. He could have sex, Naruto told himself, just as
anyone else. He was human, not a monster...

For
all the time they spent on learning to have sex there were still
other important matters to attend to. There was, for example, their
next taijutsu lesson. Sasuke invested far less time in preparing it
than the first one – actually it was not until two hours before
it took place that he managed to force himself to leave their bed and
Naruto's warm embraces and sit down at the table, still stark naked,
to add some more exercises to his list, and some notes on what
details he would tell the kids about that kick. (Naruto watched from
the bed, also still naked.)

In
spite of his lack of preparation Sasuke was far less nervous than the
first time. He knew the kids now and trusted that they were eager to
learn and ready to listen, not always thinking of pranks as Naruto
had when he had still been a kid. (Even the hyperactive boy did his
best to listen, he was just not able to concentrate for long.)

When
they arrived it turned out that there was an additional child this
time: the gentler of the girls had another girl at her side.

“Her
friend really liked it”, the new girl's mother said. “She
talked about it all the time, and now my daughter wants to learn it
too.”

Sasuke
answered that it was still possible to join the group, though
actually he was not sure how to deal with the fact that the girl did
not yet know the kick he had taught the week before.

The
girls themselves were sitting on the window-sill in a corner, looking
at a magazine for music (with pictures of good-looking singers), and
occasionally casting a glance at Sasuke. He's still popular with the
girls, Naruto thought: these two are just less annoying than Juugo's
sisters. Sasuke was also popular with the mothers: Not all of them
turned up, but those who did complimented him on how he had handled
the kids.

“My
son really liked it”, one of them said. “Finally he has
found someone he takes seriously, and someone who takes him
seriously, demanding that he learns and works and practises in order
to be successful. At school it's still just playing and only doing
what you're interested in and only as long as you enjoy it, and no
one gets complimented for doing well, out of fear of discouraging
those who learn more slowly. It does him so well that you ask for
discipline and perseverance and teach them that you can't begin with
the fun stuff but first have to lay the foundations, and practise
hard, even if it's boring.”

Sasuke
looked embarrassed: He had demanded far less than what had been
normal at the ninja academy in Konoha, while on the other hand he was
also aware that Itachi had been much less strict with him, mostly
because he, Sasuke, had been ambitious of his own accord and had not
needed to be told to practise harder.

Naruto
listened and laughed inwardly, watching Sasuke's interactions with
the mothers: He still did not know how to deal with females, he
thought, least of all those who were in love with him, meaning all
straight women in town, even those who were twice his age and happily
married.

He's
with me, he realized. He's mine now. He could have had any woman he
wanted, or any man, but he chose me instead.

Another
mother had begun to talk now: “I'm so grateful for what you
did”, she said. “My son's so used to doing what he wants.
His father allows him everything, claiming that boys are wild by
nature and should not be turned into tame, obedient girls. He never
listens to me, and his teachers have despaired too. And now you turn
up and give orders and he accepts it and keeps asking when it's
Tuesday again.”

Sasuke
blushed and thanked her.

The
next mother told him that her son suffered from aggressions that he
could not control. (He had been the one who had teased the
hyperactive kid.) “I so hope he will learn to control himself”,
she said. “I so hope he will find some inner peace and cease to
turn his aggression against other people too.”

Sasuke
had not noticed that the boy had been particularly bad at controlling
himself. (He had teased the hyperactive kid in a perfectly controlled
and calculated way, after all.) He made up his mind to use his
Sharingan if necessary and assured the mother that he would take care
that the boy would not lose control.

Naruto
could no longer watch and listen as it was now his turn to be
thoroughly embarrassed: when the hyperactive kid arrived he ran
towards him and embraced him and almost made him lose his balance.
(Almost: Naruto was still a ninja, always on his guard.) Naruto
smiled and blushed and patted the child's head.

“So
you must be Naruto”, the mother said. “He spoke of you
all the week. He told us that you told him that if he practised hard
he'd soon be better than everyone else.”

Naruto
was not sure whether these had really been his words, and if they
were, he was no longer proud of them, now that he was in love with
Sasuke and should get rid of his jealousy.

“It
will take some time, probably”, he said. “He'll
definitely have to practise a lot.”

“Oh,
he did”, the mother said. “all the time he made us hold
his hand so that he could practise, or have a look and see how good
he has become even at standing on one leg without any help, or doing
that kick without falling over. He was getting quite a bit on our
nerves.”

Naruto
had no idea what to reply to this reproach.

“But
both my husband and I myself are really glad that you have given him
something to focus on. Before, he could not pay attention to anything
for more than ten minutes. I so hope that he will find some rest and
inner peace.”

“I
will do what I can”, Naruto answered, not sure whether he was
able to help the boy achieve this particular aim. The kid was getting
restless already, pulling at Naruto's hand and trying to drag him
into a corner, wanting to show him what he had learnt. Naruto felt
relieved: Both the kid's embrace and the mother's praise had made him
feel uncomfortable.

The
kid must have practised indeed, Naruto realized when he saw how much
better he had become, and he praised him accordingly. He was cute,
Naruto thought, even if he was not one of the happy and gentle kids.
Sasuke joined them and praised the boy too, and Naruto felt jealous:
Was it really necessary that Sasuke made it appear as if only his,
Sasuke's, praise counted, and Naruto's was not enough?

The
child embraced Naruto, looking proudly up at Sasuke, and Naruto
ruffled his hair and also looked proudly at Sasuke: I am just as good
with these small kids as you are, he thought, but I am also able to
deal with Juugo's foster-brothers, contrary to you.

Still
he continued watching Sasuke and trying to imitate him. He had to be
gentler with these small kids, he thought, gentler and warmer, and
more like a grown-up. He remembered that Sasuke had told him that he
had learnt from Itachi, so he thought of Iruka and tried to be a bit
like him with the little boy. The child seemed to appreciate it, and
when they had a fake fight at the end of the lesson Naruto let him
win and pretended being knocked out. After the lesson when they had
all bowed to Sasuke the boy chatted happily with the other kids.

Sasuke
was less exhausted than after the first lesson and less overwhelmed
by the kids' cuteness. He still thought them cute but it no longer
hurt. What bothered him, however, and had bothered him throughout the
lesson, were the mothers' compliments:

“People
are really weird here”, he said. “Karin warned me that
they believe that being a ninja is all about inner harmony and being
in peace with the universe and that therefore ninja are all healthy
and never get sick or grow old and die, but I did not believe her, or
I thought that people's beliefs only referred to medical ninjutsu,
not to ninja arts in the narrower sense. They call them martial arts
here, after some ancient God of war, so I thought it was obvious that
they are about fighting, not about peace. Even medical ninjutsu is
mainly about healing wounds received during fights. How shall I help
their children find inner peace? Why don't they teach their kids
about peace themselves? This place is full of peace: it should rub
off on their kids.”

Naruto
had first not given any attention to Sasuke's words, as his own heart
had still been with the hyperactive kid, but then he had remembered
his last encounter with Nagato.

“People
may have a point”, he said. “They may know more about
ninjutsu than we do. Jiraiya – well, not Jiraiya but the guy
who attacked Konoha and who was a student of Jiraiya too – told
me about it: Originally, ninjutsu was not a set of techniques used
for fighting. Originally it was a religion, and it was all about
peace. Only later its character changed and it became a technique to
gain power and fight other people. I have no idea when or how this
change occured.”

Sasuke
listened attentively as Naruto proceeded to tell him about the Sage
of the Six Paths and of his own Sennin training. “It really
helped me find some inner quiet and connect myself with nature's
energy”, he said.

“But
then you used it to fight off the aggressor and defend Konoha”,
Sasuke said.

“Well,
yes. What else should I have done? But I will find the real thing,
the original religion taught by the Rikudou. I will find true,
lasting peace. It's the dream I inherited from Jiraiya, my most
important dream, more important than becoming Hokage.”

Sasuke
grew restless. It was not that he did not like peace, but he was
quite content with the peace he had found in Music Town and he
certainly did not feel any inclination to extend this peace to people
as Danzou. Also he feared that Naruto might forget about the promise
that together they would make Danzou pay for his crimes (which could
not be done in a peaceful way, Sasuke was convinced) and then install
Naruto as new Hokage.

“You
may begin by writing the introduction to the Gutsy Ninja”, he
said.

A/N:
Last week I was first completely overworked and then ill so I decided
not to try and post a chapter. Now it's better again.

Also,
I want to thank all of you for your reviews. I have now opened a
thread at the AFF-forums where I will answer to your reviews –
but I won't manage to do this before tomorrow. I am still a bit
exhausted. You will find the thread at Fan fiction –
Anime/Manga – Naruto – Yaoi/MaleMale. You have to
register even in order to read, which I find a bit sad, but well,
it's not my forum or archive, so I have to live with the rules of the
administrators.
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