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Post-Revenge Blues	By : susanna Category: Naruto > General Views: 1211 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter
Nine: Back Up

When
everyone was rolling out their sleeping-bags, Naruto was still
sitting at the fire, immobile and mute. Sasuke went over to him.

“Don't
worry too much”, he said, taking Naruto's arm. “Madara
may be able to control the kyuubi, but so am I.”

“I
don't need you to protect me!” Naruto replied.

“That's
not what I mean. I mean that you can fight without holding back. I
will be your back-up.”

“Yes.
Thanks.” Slowly Naruto relaxed.

Madara,
or whoever it is, will have to pay for his crimes, Sasuke thought.
Helping Itachi to kill the clan, releasing the kyuubi on Konoha,
founding Akatsuki, having them kill Jiraya. He will pay, but I don't
have to kill him myself. I will support Naruto doing it, and see that
nothing happens to him.

He
was oddly content with this idea. He was also oddly content with
sitting at Naruto's side, his hand still on Naruto's arm, with Naruto
all soft and peaceful and relaxed, and he was tempted to caress him
with the tips of his fingers. How I have longed for him, he realized.
To be hear him, to protect him, to comfort him. To hold him, as I am
doing now, so that he can relax.

“We
will kill him”, Naruto said, “but before, we will find
out whether he is really the founder of Konoha and the forefather of
the Uchiha clan and whether the story of plucking out his younger
brother's eyes is true and whether it was really regular custom among
the Uchihas that they killed their friends and their brothers in
order to gain the permanent Mangekyou Sharingan.”

“Yes
thanks”, Sasuke said on his turn, pressing Naruto's hand.

They
rolled out their sleeping-bags side by side. Naruto had already crept
into his when Sasuke was still sitting upright, looking at the sky
full of stars, thinking about the events of the day. Again, his life
had a direction, the one he would have chosen for himself: killing
Madara. I might have enjoyed a break, however, he thought. It might
have been better to do this at my own pace, according to my own
plans.

On
the other hand he was glad that he was no longer alone.

They
might fight at my side but they will never be close to me, he
realized. For them the world is home, for me it is not.

His
eyes met Naruto's, who was lying on his back and looking up at him.
His sleeping-position had not changed since they had been children;
even then he had lied on his back, exposed to teh world, absolutely
fearless, while Sasuke had slept on his side, curled up, holding his
blanket or his pillow, after having realized that he could not take
any plushies on ninja missions. (He still slept like this. It aws
enough to be a strong shinobi when he was awake. How he slept was no
one else's business.)

He
could not turn his eyes from Naruto, and he did not know why. It was
not that Naruto was particularly beautiful, for he was not: Quite
many with broad shoulders and a muscular chest, to be sure, but not
very regular features, lips that were too full for a man, his nose
still tinted upward as that of a child, and his face all too round
and still a bit boyish.

It
were his eyes, Sasuke finally realized, but not their colour, though
they were of a remarkably dark and brillant blue. It was their
openness how each of Naruto's emotions showed up in tehm... At the
moment they were peacefulness, but also some insecurity, and a lot of
warmth.

Him
I may trust, Sasuke thought. For him neither the world is home.

“May
I ask you something?” Naruto began.

“Sure”,
Sasuke answered.

“When
you play the flute, your fingers have to be delicate and strong,
gentle and swift, and your tongue has to move really quickly, doesn't
it?”

“It
does.”

“Have
you ever tried it on anything else?”

“A
blow-job you mean? No, I haven't.”

The
image had just turned up in his mind by itself (well, not quite by
itself, Sasuke had imagined Naruto being naked in his sleeping-bag
while he had been looking at him), and to his surprise he was not
disgusted by it. He had always been disgusted when he had come upon
Kabuto and Orochimaru (though after some time he had turned it into a
cruel game to humiliate Kabuto by waling in when he knew him to be
thus engaged.)

“Actually
I have rather thought of kissing”, Naruto said.

It
were his eyes again, Sasuke realized, his eyes that told him that
Naruto was not asking him whether he had already kissed a girl.
Carefully Sasuke touched his cheek, round and soft and firm, and
bowed down, and Naruto reached out to him and touched the back of his
head, burying his hand in his hair. Sasuke was scared at first –
he had never really liked to be touched, as he had always associated
it with his brother's fake caresses. However he could not chicken out
now, having first touched Naruto from his side, and it wasn't that
bad, actually rather pleasant, and of course he wanted to kiss
Naruto.

Naruto
drew his lips to his own, and very gently, very carefully their lips
touched, and Naruto's tongue caressed Sasuke's lips. Sasuke had not
expected the flash of warmth and bliss that spread from his mouth
through his body...

His
world may have broken down, Sasuke thought, but it still held some
pleasant surprises.

Naruto
seemed to be content as well: His eyes were all tenderness and the
laughter of pure joy.

“Concerning
the blow-job”, Naruto said, touching Sasuke's face, “may
I take it as an offer?”

The
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