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Constellations (complete)	By : momhuey8 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1362 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Naruto came into the house looking for Sasuke. It was his turn to fix dinner and he wanted to see what Sasuke wanted to eat.
He knew he’d been acting differently since Sasuke had talked to him two days ago. In truth, Naruto had been thinking a lot and fighting an increasingly futile battle with himself.
Gods, he wanted to take a chance on this. He’d been so in love with Sasuke for such a long time. And the idea of having someone in his life, caring for someone, having someone care for him was beyond tempting. But the fear of heartache held him paralyzed.
The pain he’d felt after Sasuke had left three years ago had almost incapacitated him. The only way he had been able to continue was to set a goal, to narrow his days, his thoughts to next steps, small actions. For Naruto this had been Sakura’s request for Sasuke’s retrieval. That goal had hovered in the uppermost portion of his brain only, though. He dared not look too closely at it, because it had been unreasonable.
He supposed in that way, he and Sasuke had been alike. In order to overcome devastating loss, they had each latched on to purposes beyond themselves, indifferent to the ultimate costs, or the irrationality of those decisions.
Yes, he could probably bring Sasuke back to Konoha, but he couldn’t make Sasuke come home; no one but Sasuke could do that. Naruto couldn’t think about the fact that if he managed to overpower Sasuke and drag him back, the only way to keep him would be in a prison cell, which would have killed both of them.
When he’d learned of the reward in Sound, he’d been forced to come face to face with the truth. At that point, a new purpose had emerged; his own death, or as he preferred to think of it, his sacrifice. He knew that was his true lot in life; what his father had done for humanity and what his father expected him to do for humanity. And because of his lineage, the genetic legacy of his incomparable father, he had the ability to sacrifice on a grand scale, buying, perhaps, more peace than anyone else alive.
So he trained. And trained, and trained. And planned for the unforeseen. If his purpose was to be mankind’s salvation, then he’d be the best damned salvation they’d ever seen. He would not fail at this as he had failed his friend.
But he had a human heart and had a secret wish to tell his story, a yearning to not be forgotten. Of course, he knew that no one really cared about his story, but he could tell it nonetheless, in ink and flesh.
He hadn’t let Kyuubi heal Sasuke’s wound for many reasons. He needed to study it in the aftermath, his thirteen year old self trying to understand the emotions that could cause the annihilation of the only bond either boy had.
He’d also felt that he deserved this thing, this gaping hole in his life; he’d failed his first, his only friend, and part of his punishment was the constant visual reminder of that failing.
And, as he’d explained to Sasuke, he needed to remind himself of the cold hard facts of life; that just because you loved someone was no promise that they would love you in return.
So in every village, every little hamlet he’d visited with Jiraiya, he’d found the local tattoo artist and performed his penance, his self flagellation. He’d found a measure of peace through this. No, that wasn’t right. He had not found peace; he’d found numbness. He’d found a deadness of soul that was just waiting for his body to catch up.
But his friend had come back, bringing with him a tidal wave of feelings and emotions, and this bothersome, terrifying glimmer of hope, things that Naruto had thought no longer existed inside of him. Now he had Sasuke’s words reverberating in his head, joined by whispers from his own resurrected soul.
Was his friend right? There was no denying that bond was there and Naruto was in anguish now. If something happened to Sasuke, would it hurt less than if they became involved?
As he came through the kitchen, he spied Sasuke sitting on the couch, a pile of laundry next to him. Naruto watched as the older teen folded items and stacked them on the table in front of him.
As he stood out of sight, he suddenly had a vision. He pictured the teenager sitting just like this, alone, performing this mundane chore week after week in a dim, dank cell in Sound.
This vision was followed by a reminder, something long forgotten, that made his breath catch and his eyes burn.
A human heart beat in Sasuke’s chest!
As a child, though his friend had never shared it with anyone, Naruto had instinctually known of Sasuke’s pain. That pain, so familiar, like looking in a mirror, had been part of what bonded Sasuke to him.
But his friend had always been so independent, so strong. Even the adults in the village had seen Sasuke managing his days, showing up for class, performing in a calm, competent manner and had let themselves be lulled into a kind of mass blindness. For those who didn’t look too closely, it was easy to forget that Sasuke’s life was an absolute tragedy. Another common thread between them, he supposed.
A memory surfaced. He remembered walking home on the hill up from the lake. Sasuke had been sitting alone down on the dock. Naruto remembered thinking how small his teammate looked with the vast expanse of water and immensity of blue sky as his background. He’d somehow known at that moment that Sasuke was lonely and further, that he didn’t want to be. It had been an unspoken foundation of their friendship.
Since Sasuke had left, however, Naruto had been able to bury the pain of existence under missions and demons and plans for his own end until he’d forgotten that the words ‘alone’ and ‘lonely’ even existed.
Until Sasuke had reminded him two days ago.
As he looked again at his friend, he saw the years stretch out behind them, years in which a small, dark haired boy toiled, alone, folding his laundry. Sat at a table, alone, eating meals in silence. Put himself to bed each night, alone, no human voice to wish him goodnight. Roused himself every morning, alone, just to start the same routine over again.
He’d been hesitant to trust Sasuke’s motives up until now, because for him, loneliness, as a concept, had ceased to exist. But suddenly, his own fears vanished as Sasuke’s words hit home, “…don’t want to be alone anymore…” “Alone…” “Alone…” Lonely!
His precious friend. So determined, so brave. So alone. Naruto knew what it was like to be alone every day, every night. But it had to have been so much harder to pick oneself up and go through the motions of the day after a tragedy such as Sasuke’s. To want to cry like the small child he’d been, to want someone to take it all away and care for him, but instead to have to find a place inside that no child, no person, should ever have to find, to set oneself in stone and go on.
And Sasuke had done that, he’d gone on. The heaviness of loneliness had outweighed his fear of another loss and after a time, he had, bravely, sprouted tender shoots that reached toward the light of other bonds.
As he watched the solitary brunette sitting in the utter silence of his empty Uchiha home, placing his boxers in precise stacks, feelings of longing and affection surged in Naruto’s chest. He had an overwhelming urge to hold Sasuke and vow that he’d never leave him alone again.
Naruto smirked to himself. If he hadn’t known it before, he knew it as an absolute fact now. It was a simple truth, if Sasuke needed something from him, he’d move mountains to give it to him.
Taking a moment to ensure his composure was intact, he strolled into the room and plopped onto the couch close enough that their thighs touched.
Sasuke slid him a sideways glance and shook out a sleeveless black tee.
Naruto reached out and ran his finger down a stack of all black boxers, conspicuous next to another stack of shorts in an eye watering array of colors.
“Tch. Boring.”
“It’s underwear. Perhaps the part of the word…under…has escaped your notice.” Sasuke added another plain black tee shirt to a stack of plain black tee shirts. “No one is supposed to see them”
Naruto laughed. “Well, that’s not very optimistic of you.”
“Hn.” Sasuke picked up a pair of Naruto’s boxers festooned in several colors not found in nature. “Do your lovers actually find these stimulating?”
“Hey, gimme those. They’re my lucky shorts.” He leaned across the other teen and made a grab for them.
Sasuke held them out of reach.
“Lucky?” His lips thinned. “I promise you that I don’t want to hear this story.”
Naruto twisted and leaned far enough toward the boxers so that he had Sasuke pinned to the back of the couch.
“They are lucky,” he whispered. “I was wearing these the day you came back.” He maneuvered himself so that he was facing Sasuke, then he traced a finger down the firm chest before him.
“Naruto…” The cotton fabric fell from Sasuke’s fingers.
Naruto swallowed and closed his eyes for a moment. “I want to try…” He shrugged.
“Are you sure?”
“Tch. Of course not.” He slid his hand up Sasuke’s arm and over his shoulder to wrap around the back of his neck. “But,” he said, his face red, “I love you.”
He continued over Sasuke’s intake of breath. “I always have and I think I probably always will.” He pressed their foreheads together. “Whether we’re together or not.”
“Naruto…” Sasuke whispered and reached up to cup Naruto’s face. After a moment, he leaned up and pressed his lips to Naruto’s cheek, his chin, his temple, his eyelids.
But as he moved to cover Naruto’s lips, Naruto moved to sit comfortably. He gripped Sasuke’s hips and pulled him around so that he was straddling his lap.
“Relax. Close your eyes.”
Sasuke only hesitated a moment and then complied. After a few moments he felt the atmosphere around him change; felt it charged with Naruto’s chakra. He gasped as the air around him compressed his body and he was lifted from Naruto’s lap, only a few inches, enough to feel a disorienting floating sensation.
Then the space around him heated and shimmered with a subtle vibration designed to encourage relaxation. He found his mind emptying as Naruto enclosed him in a cocoon of heat and weightlessness and gentle massage.
Then his eyes flew open as he felt a chakra, not his own, invading his body. Slender tendrils of an extraordinary current and a more intense heat slid through his limbs, working inexorably south. One particularly intense streamer of lava-like sensation slithered down his spine and stopped to just barely tickle his prostate. Several others wound through his abdomen and wrapped themselves around the nerves and blood vessels inside his lower regions.
“Relax. I won’t hurt you.”
“That’s no…aah…” Sasuke couldn’t even choke out a complete sentence.
Naruto began an increasingly aggressive assault. He alternated heat with vibration and current with intensity until Sasuke’s chest was heaving like a bellows and he was crying out continuously, oblivious to the entire world around him.
Finally Naruto swelled the tendrils he’d speared through Sasuke’s rigid length and heated the tiny spheres of flame nestled inside Sasuke’s balls. Sasuke was suspended in the air, writhing and keening and finally, Naruto added fingers to the tendril of chakra brushing the brunette’s prostate. He closed his eyes and, envisioning the tiny gland, used the fingers to clutch it into a heated grasp, then sent a gentle pulse of energy.
Sasuke threw his body backward and choked out and almost pained cry. He was caught in the pillow of air and hung suspended as his body seized and gasping sobs left his mouth.
Finally he hung completely limp, his arms hanging at his sides, his head lolling, his mouth hanging open.
Naruto gently brought Sasuke to rest against his chest and wrapped his arms around the twitching body. He stroked dark strands and brushed his lips along the sweating brow, soothing and murmuring gentle syllables.
Finally, Naruto worried that he’d gone too far. “Sasuke, are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“Kami-fucking-sama. Do they know what the Sages have been teaching you?” Sasuke tried to lift his cheek from Naruto’s chest and then seemed to give up the effort.
Naruto imagined the toads teaching him something like that and couldn’t help but chuckle.
“I didn’t learn that from them.”
“How many other guys have you done that to?”
“Huh?”
“I’m wondering how much competition is going to be coming here to kill me to get you back. Or how much competition I’m going to have to kill to keep you.”
“I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“Hn.”
“It’s true. What can I say? You inspire me.”
Sasuke finally pulled himself into an upright position. He shoved his fingers into the hair at Naruto’s temple.
“Sleep with me.” He found that he wasn’t surprised to see the smile on Naruto’s face slip. He realized several things about their encounter. They both still had all their clothes on, Naruto hadn’t actually touched him and the pleasure had remained one sided.
His first inclination was to push, but he stopped himself. Naruto had said he wanted to try. And he’d told Sasuke that he’d loved him. He’d come a long way toward reaching for what Sasuke was offering.
But even he knew that once they went into that bedroom and Naruto gave himself over completely, there was no going back for either of them.
He pushed to his feet. “Go ahead and make your rounds. You know where my room is if you want.” He bent over and kissed Naruto’s forehead. “If not I’ll see you in the morning.”
The next few days, Sasuke kept his distance. He found that it was important to him that Naruto come to him freely and willingly. So during the day, they trained and worked on the property, but Sasuke didn’t pressure Naruto for as much as a kiss.
At the end of each of the next few days, Sasuke would say, “You know where my room is. You’re welcome to sleep there if you want.” Then he would leave Naruto to choose.
Three mornings he was disappointed, but not surprised to wake alone.
The fourth evening just as he folded the blankets back on this bed, Naruto stepped into his room.
Naruto had been wrestling with this decision for days. He first thought that it was one thing to want to take care of Sasuke, to hold him, to protect him, to take Sasuke’s heart in his hands; it was another altogether to give his heart over to Sasuke.
Then he admitted that Sasuke already had his heart, and had since Naruto was seven years old. It was the fear of giving Sasuke so much power over him that was holding him back.
As he watched Sasuke walk away from him the fourth night in a row, and felt his body start to move on its own, his heart beat harder, his breath come faster, sweat break out on his whole body, he realized Sasuke already had that as well.
Sasuke just didn’t know it.
And so he had one last secret, one last weakness that he’d been hiding and the thought of showing it to Sasuke scared him. When this secret came out, there would be no more hiding or lying to either of them.
He came to stand in front of Sasuke and stared at his feet.
“I have another tattoo,” he blurted out. Then he winced and scrunched his shoulders.
"Okay." Sasuke shrugged. When Naruto just stood there staring at the floor, Sasuke moved to push at Naruto’s shirt. Naruto held his hands.
"What? Is it a naked girl? Some guy's name?" Sasuke's face revealed nothing.
"I wish," Naruto muttered looking at the ceiling. Then he sighed, "Ah, screw it," and let go of Sasuke's hands.
Sasuke studied him for several moments and then finished pushing the shirt off Naruto's shoulders. As the garment fluttered to the ground, he raked his gaze up and down the muscled torso. He nodded as he saw more of the flames that he already knew were there.
Sasuke reached out and traced a streamer of black fire that undulated from Naruto's hipbone passed his left nipple, joining with the flames from his left arm to culminate in a swirl around the scar.
"I like them," he said and shrugged. But Naruto still wasn't looking at him. The blond sighed again and looked once more at the ceiling.
Then he turned around.
Sasuke gasped as he saw an explosion of color from one shoulder to the other, down thick muscle to the small of the tan back, disappearing into Naruto's pants. It was...flames from a more vibrant palette? Or…feathers?
No! It was tails!
Yes. Nine orange and red tails, dramatically streaked and outlined with black and gold, fanned out from Naruto's left hip to spread across the entirety of the broad back. Without thought, he reached out and pulled the waistband of the pants back to see where the color stopped. It didn't.
"Naruto..."
The blond sighed loudly one more time and reached for the fastening of his pants. Sasuke's eyes widened more as the garment slid over Naruto's ass and down his legs to hit the ground. The burst of colors continued over the left cheek and went all the way down to his left ankle.
Sasuke squatted and reached out, mesmerized by what he was seeing.
The tails on his back were just one end of what was obviously a depiction of Kyuubi. The fox looked to be racing down Naruto's leg, but as Sasuke's inspection reached the crease where ass cheek met hamstring, he gasped again.
It wasn't just the demon. Just below where the fox's rear haunch and Naruto's left buttock fused, silver and gray mixed with the orange and gold. A snake!
Etched onto Naruto's leg was the demon fox, ferocious, with fangs and claws bared, locked in battle with an equally vicious looking snake. The demon had the malevolent looking creature in its mouth just below the scaly neck while the rest of the snake's muscular body was tangled around the furred shoulders and powerful haunch.
The snake's head stuck out of Kyuubi's maw far enough that the snake and fox were almost snout to snout, their gazes blazing at each other.
As he touched the lines reverently with the tips of his fingers once more, he saw more than ink and flesh. He felt a burning behind his eyes as he saw Naruto in a battle for his soul.
Naruto had used his body as a canvas onto which he could pour his conflicting emotions. On the front was his acknowledgement that he couldn’t make Sasuke’s choices. The highlighted scar, made by Sasuke’s own fist, represented an effort to respect the choices his friend had made and to let him go.
On the back was Naruto’s desperate need to never let Sasuke go, and further, to save him from the choices he’d made. It showed the pressing weight of Naruto’s acute desire to protect his friend.
Naruto finally fidgeted and Sasuke realized he’d been staring open mouthed at the creation for some time, stunned by the artwork and sheer quantity of ink.
He looked slowly back up the length of the battle until he, once again, reached the tails and found Naruto rubbing his neck. Sasuke nodded to himself; this tattoo revealed everything that Naruto had been feeling over the last years. And denying for weeks.
Making sure his face was composed; he stood and turned Naruto by the elbow.
“I was planning to brand an Uchiha fan on your ass, but you’ve saved me the trouble."
Naruto closed his eyes and shoved his fingers through his hair. He opened his mouth to say...something, but was interrupted.
"I don't want to hear anymore from you on this. The battle is over." Sasuke circled Naruto once more, taking in the flames...Uchiha flames, he realized…on Naruto's chest, and the battle between Naruto and Orochimaru depicted on Naruto's back. "It's been over for years."
He completed his circuit and was standing again in front of the other teen, only much closer. "You're mine. Now shut up."
He narrowed his eyes and pulled his shirt off his shoulders. He took satisfaction when Naruto’s eyes changed to a deep gold and his lips parted.
Then he jerked the buttons on his pants. Seconds later, he stood completely naked in front of Naruto.
‘You’ve been making this too complicated.” He reached down and grasped his hardening length. “I want you. You want me.” He stroked himself slowly. “It’s that simple.”
Naruto’s eyes were riveted on the movement of Sasuke’s hand. His mouth was dry and his breath was locked in his chest.
Sasuke stroked another few seconds and then reached out and shoved his hand under his pillow. When he brought his hand back, he was holding a new tube of lube.
“You said I wasn’t optimistic…” Sasuke’s lips pursed.
As sweat slid down Naruto’s temple, Sasuke lifted one foot and placed it on the mattress beside his prey. Never breaking eye contact, he squeezed a small glob onto his fingers and reached behind himself.
Naruto’s breathing became labored as he watched one of Sasuke’s hands stroke the straining flesh of his erection, while the other hand penetrated his ass. He licked his lips as Sasuke groaned.
“Naruto…”
Naruto’s world narrowed to a single drop of fluid growing at the tip of the pale hardness. As it became large enough to take a life of its own and begin a descent toward the floor, something in Naruto snapped. All of a sudden he absolutely could not let that precious drop be lost.
He cried out and fell to his knees. He grasped Sasuke’s hips and captured the slowly lengthening string on his tongue.
Sasuke stopped all movement and both males just stared at each other.
But Sasuke’s taste was on Naruto’s tongue now and his flesh was under his fingers. Sasuke, his Sasuke, the one person he’d loved nearly all his life.
A tear of joy, of terror, of being pressed under the weight of something as immense as the universe slid down his cheek. He could no more stop this than he could stop the moon’s power over the sea.
He closed his eyes and filled his mouth and all his other senses with nothing but this.
When Sasuke’s knees buckled, Naruto held him up with a steely grip, never giving up the feel of hot velvety skin or the musky scent that was fogging his brain.
“Naruto…bed…need you…ready…”
Naruto only comprehended enough to comply. He pressed Sasuke onto his back on the mattress.
Sasuke immediately wrapped his legs around the broad back. He tangled his fingers in blond hair and panted, “Do it, now.”
Naruto’s whole body was shaking. This wasn’t his first time, or even his hundredth but he knew this time was going to change his life forever. For good or ill, he had no idea.
Sasuke wouldn’t let him go slowly. As soon as he had himself positioned, the brunette shifted and tightened his leg muscles, joining their bodies completely in one motion, lest Naruto change his mind.
They both cried out and stilled, panting and shuddering. Then Naruto began to move. He gripped the hair at the back of Sasuke’s head and with a dominating little yank, proceeded to devour his mouth. When Sasuke moaned low in this throat and pulled Naruto’s face closer with his own handfuls of blond hair, Naruto reached around and hooked his fingers over Sasuke’s shoulders, using this new leverage to move his whole body. The bed squeaked and the mattress slid as Naruto did his best to meld their two bodies into one.
Jerking back so he could breathe, he buried his head in Sasuke’s shoulder, keeping their bodies close. He could feel the slide of his skin over the slippery hardness between them, could hear Sasuke moaning and panting. He bent his knees and changed the angle slightly. Sasuke immediately tensed and cried out.
His fingernails dug grooves into Naruto’s back and that added intensity caused the burning low in the blond’s belly to constrict and then flair out, shooting up his spine and out his extremities.
He raised his head and watched Sasuke, whose head was thrown back in a silent scream. The temptation of the exposed throat was too much and he attacked it, biting and sucking until the storm was passed. Then he just rubbed his lips back and forth trying to memorize the taste and feel of the pale skin.
After many boneless moments, he started to pull away. Sasuke growled and locked his legs around Naruto’s back.
“No, I’m never letting you go.”
Naruto’s lips twitched.
“It’ll be interesting explaining to the old hag that you have to go with me on all my missions because your ass is attached to my dick.”
“Shut up.”
Naruto dropped his head back onto Sasuke’s shoulder and let the post coital chemicals empty his brain for now. It was too late to fret anyway, the deed was done. Right now he let himself be aware of nothing but the feel of Sasuke’s fingertips sliding up and down his back.
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