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Fahrenheit	By : Remius Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 938 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: This
is a Naruto and Sasuke Yaoi fic and if you have a
problem with that I do expect you to leave. This fic
is actually a lemon (er�my first real lemon) and I
tried to write it as smoothly as possible but I�ve read plenty of Yaoi lemon mangas but not enough Yaoi lemon fics.

Fahrenheit

He touches
me and I shudder. His fingertips are cold. His touch sends chills throughout my
body. My nerves react to his probing touch; his fingers grip me and bring me
closer to him. My heart beats faster.

I lay in bed
with him while outside a blanket of new fallen snow embellishes the ground. The
bitter cold penetrates the walls of the room and lingers over the room. The
window of the bedroom is frosted with tiny ice crystals, which shimmer with the
few weak rays of light.� Its winter and
this time of the year I get cold. I�m not one made for this bitter season. But
I have him to keep me warm.

My body is
cold; the hands that hold me are also. But his body is warm and his breathe
hot. He holds me so close, I can feel his breathe tickles my neck. His arms are
wrapped tightly around my waist, almost as if they are afraid to let me go. His
chin rests on my shoulder and even if I can�t see his face I know that he is
smiling.

In contrast
to my cold neck, his kisses are hot. They trace a path on my neck. I shiver
from the light pressure. At first the kisses are soft tickles on my collar. But
he his not satisfied, after long his kisses grow hot and fervent. He abandons
my neck and attacks my trembling lips. I respond quickly. His tongue flirts
madly with mine. His teeth softly graze my lower lip. Our longing mouths melt
into each other.

He is still
not satisfied. His kisses grow more passionate by the second. I can feel my
cheeks growing warm, a blush seizing my face. Almost all the coldness has left us;
it has been replaced with affectionate warmth. His hands have left my waist and
now they explore my lower back. I quiver from the hands that stroke me so
lovingly.

He stops. I
can hear him panting as he catches his breathe. He pulls away and looks me in
the eyes. Two beautiful orbs are transfixed on me; they shine of uneasiness as
he bites his lower lip.

His voice
is a whisper, barely audible enough to be heard. �Do you��

He doesn�t
have a chance to finish. I answer him with a kiss. Our lips meet and the
temperature rises once again. His fingers trace the edge of my pants, they
hesitate. I draw him nearer and kiss him hard. I kiss him passionately and hold
him tighter to assure him it�s alright.

I know that
maybe I shouldn�t. He would understand if I had refused. It�s not because I
don�t like being close to him it�s because of sensitivity. Every touch from him
sends shivers through my body. Whenever he does anything I react with a dose of
uneasiness. From all my strengths he knows that is one of my rare weaknesses; he
knows that when we are like this I am vulnerable.

He
continues to kiss me with a growing compassion, exploring the interior of my
mouth. Self control has left him as he finally gives in and undoes the single
button and zipper on my pants. His hand gingerly presses against my throbbing
desire, his lips form a smile behind our kiss. I whimper softly at his touch. I
am all his.

His
fingertips slide up my shirt and across my chest as our mouths continue to struggle.
He pulls away and ends our kiss to attack my newly exposed flesh. His lips and
tongue dance across my torso, persistently teasing my sensitive skin. I tangle
my fingers into his soft hair and whimper softly at his actions. I can only
shudder from the pleasure that he is presenting me. �

It�s too
much. He can�t take it anymore. His warm hands work while I respond with a
shudder to every touch. He works so skillfully. He removes my clothing with
tremendous ease, first my shirt and then my pants. Finally he disposes my final
article of clothing. My cheeks burn from the scrutiny as he momentarily admires
me. I bear my body and my soul only to him.

He works
even faster at divesting his own clothes, while I lay flushed on the edge of
the bed. He removes his last piece of clothing to divulge his distended
manhood. Quickly he engages me in another passionate kiss. A shiver runs down
my spine as our two erections slowly rub into each other. I let out a cry as
his hand takes hold of my throbbing member.

I shiver
and moan relentlessly from the steady pace from which he strokes. Tears fall
freely from my eyes as he continues to caress me. My arms are wrapped around
his neck, holding him closely. His arms are so warm and even if they have held
me many times I still react restlessly to his touch. Acknowledging my grief he
quickens his strokes. I shut my eyes tightly; the only thing I can go is hold
him tighter and wait for the relief so near.

I let out
one punctured cry as I spill my seed into his probing hand. My back arches
violently as pleasure courses through my body. He lifts his hand; his palm and
fingers are covered in a milky substance. He licks away the proof of my release
and then pulls me in an affectionate embrace. I tremble violently in his arms
as he kisses away my tears. He holds my moist body close to him; he hugs me kindly
for reassurance.

Flushed and
quivering I lay on the bed with my legs spread apart. He kisses me softly on
the collarbone while his shaky hands quickly grab a bottle of lotion lying on a
table. My arms are enclosed around his neck as I kiss him feverishly. He
applies the lotion as I persist to adorn his collar with kisses.

He finishes
and carelessly drops the bottle of lotion on the floor. But he hesitates before
he persists. His eyes look deeply into mine, in his eyes uneasiness resides.
He�s afraid that he�ll hurt me.

I clutch
the back of his head and pull him into another soul-searing kiss. I tell him without
words that it�s alright. Even if I�m like this in unspoken ways he should know
while he holds my body, he holds my heart. That nothing matters as long as I�m
with him.

He
understands. He gently grabs my limp legs and places them over his shoulders. He
kisses me hard on the lips before he enters. I emit an anguished cry as he
finally pushes through the tight ring of muscle. The pain is almost unbearable,
I dig my fingernails into his back as more tears flow from my eyes.

He thrusts
in and out in a rapid pace, causing me inexplicit pain and pleasure. I can only
hold tightly on to him as my body melts into his. Shivers run restlessly
throughout my receptive body and inevitable moans escape my lips. I�m so
vulnerable, in his arms like a glass figurine.

He
carelessly drops kisses wherever he can as a sign of reassurance. I let out
another painful cry as my groin is seized by his hand. He strokes me with the
same rhythm that he thrusts; a new wave of shivers and pleasure course through
my body. Ecstasy and passion travels through my shuddering frame. I belong to
him and only him; my body, my heart, and my soul.

His thrusts
quicken. Just a little more and the relief will prosper for both of us. With one
last thrust his seed spills, at the same time I drench his hand with white
fluid. He removes his limp member and we both collapse on the soft bed.

His panting
breathes rhymes with mine as he both lay exhausted in the muddle of blankets
and pillows. He reaches for me and brings me closer to him. He holds he near
his beautiful beating heart. He kisses me lightly on the forehead and brings me
into an affectionate embrace.

His
haunting eyes stare at me, apprehension clouding his features. �Are you
alright, Sasuke?� He asks me fretfully.

I can only
smile. �I�m alright, Naruto. With you I�m always
alright.� Naruto�s fingers touch my bareback, I
shudder from his touch.

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