Series: Naruto … Sakific!
Pairing: Sasuke/Naruto (… and Saki ^^U)
Spoilers: Yes, for all things Sasuke – and Orochimaru.
IMPORTANT Notes: This is a fan-fanfic :) Based on askerian’s Lace and Strawberries, the concept of Saki is sole property of Asuka, I just took the idea out for a ride ^^U If you don’t know who or what Saki is… I’ll make it simple: it’s Sasuke dressed up a la gothic lolita. Before you attack this monster I suggest you read her three chapters, or at the very least the 3rd one, In the Rain, which is the one this story is mainly hinged upon.
Summary: He smelled of rose and lavender oils as Saki had, and there were traces of makeup on his face. His lips were still glossy, and there were purple streaks where he might have tried to rub the mascara off. But he wore no boots, no skirts, no gloves. He was dressed in simple, jounin-issue black pants with a black shirt thrown on. He was also, Naruto noted, barefoot, and his feet were smudged with dirt.
“I don’t want to fight you,” Naruto said, before Sasuke even began to say anything.
Warnings: For the fic as a whole: angst, plot, unromantic romance, fights, cursing, sex and lots of crossdressing.
Beta’ed by the awesome cindelius who is
Chapter One: Deferred
Chapter Two: Denied
Chapter Three: Doubted
Chapter Four: Debased
Chapter Five: Damaged
Chapter Six: Disarmed
Chapter Seven: Dazed
Toffee says: And here it is… at last: THE FINAL CHAPTER! So if you never thought you’d see the end of this one, you were mistaken; in the words of Neo: It ends tonight. XD This might have been one of the hardest chapters to write, character-wise, but also one of the most fulfilling, for me at least.
And now, for the record: This fanfic is dedicated to cindelius and askerian, because they are both awesome people and this monster-story wouldn’t have happened without them. *snuggles both*
Chapter Eight: Delivered
In this world, there is nothing softer or thinner than water. But to compel the hard and unyielding, it has no equal. That the weak overcomes the strong, that the hard gives way to the gentle -- this everyone knows. Yet no one asks accordingly.
When the sun dipped below the tops of the trees, Naruto dragged himself into the bath. The warmth and thickness of the air only served to make him feel more disconnected. He turned on the cold water and stood under the spray until he started shivering. He towelled his hair dry in a hurry and slipped on a pair of orange pants and a white shirt. He didn’t feel like dressing further, nor did he want to go out in his shinobi attire. To add insult upon injury, his favourite orange pullover had a whole strip missing under the arm now.
And still no news.
He walked up to Ichiraku’s and sat on a bench near the restaurant. Dusk melted into night. There was a brief movement across the city as the homeless were, yet again, accommodated until the last buildings were rebuilt.
Naruto waited impatiently, wondering if he should have chased Sasuke down at his apartment. Should he have left Sasuke alone on the training grounds, after practically daring him to . . . ?
But he won’t. I’m sure he won’t. I want to believe, more than ever, bastard, that you are not what they say you are. I want to believe in what I see in you.
“Naruto?” Kakashi walked up to him amicably, balancing his book in one hand and a package of groceries in the other. There was a brief jostling of both as Kakashi used his thumb to change the page he was reading.
“Yo, Kakashi-sensei. What gives?”
“I wanted to make a steam-baked sponge-cake, but I didn’t have any eggs.” Naruto noted that there were no eggs in the package. Instead, there was a sprout of celery and a long, pale turnip. “You?”
“Waiting for someone.”
Kakashi’s eye crinkled. “Ah. Your girlfriend?”
“Probably,” Naruto agreed. He honestly didn’t expect anything other than Saki, by then.
“I thought you two had broken up.”
Kakashi adjusted the bag in his arm. “I also heard you and Sasuke had a pretty bad fight today.”
Naruto shrugged. It was unusual for Kakashi to be so straightforward, and it made him uneasy. “Yups, that, too.” Who else knew? Sakura? Tsunade? What if they had stopped Sasuke. . . ? What if someone overheard them and --
Kakashi’s visible eye was shadowed. “Are you all right, Naruto?”
Naruto started, taken by surprise. “What?”
“Will you be all right?”
“I don’t know, Sensei. Maybe? . . . Probably,” he conceded at last.
“And you’ll be all right . . . with Saki-chan?”
Would he be? Would he honestly be okay with Sasuke disappearing like that again? Would he be able to deal with Saki-chan day after day after day and never speak to Sasuke again?
But Saki-chan IS Sasuke. And if that’s the only way Sasuke can feel at ease, then . . .
It could still be a life, for both of them.
And maybe . . . maybe . . . someday . . . things might change. I’ll never give up hope for that. I said I would find the bastard, and I will. Even if it takes me a lifetime.
“I think so, Sensei.” Naruto crossed his arms over his chest and nodded gravely. “I’m sure so, actually.”
Kakashi smiled sadly, and the mask wrinkled at the corner of his mouth. “That’s well and good, I suppose.” His gaze wandered a little to the side. “Ah, here she comes.”
“Uh?” Naruto glanced up and felt something warm kindle in his belly. It was a mixture of pain and happiness for which he had no name. Everything about Sasuke was wonderful and terrible at the same time. It was just another of those Sasuke-things. “Oh, right.”
“I’ll save you some cake if I remember,” Kakashi said, adjusting the bag under his arm.
Naruto pulled his eyes away from Saki long enough to give Kakashi a sidelong glance. “No turnips in it, though.”
“I’ll try to remember,” Kakashi muttered and turned. He stuck his nose back in his book and strode off, turning at the first corner he reached.
Saki, meanwhile, had almost reached Naruto. She had stopped to watch Kakashi’s speedy retreat before turning back to him.
She wore one of her sexier outfits tonight. The black silk dress clung to her; aided by the mauve corset, some rather impossible curves were insinuated into her prim body. The long gloves were made of thin, black lace, as were the stockings that peeked over her knee-high boots. The dress flared up around her knees as she moved, and Naruto caught a strangely erotic flash of deep purple – a petticoat. The pearl-inlaid hairclip she had worn on that first date at Ichiraku’s was back, it pulled her bangs from one side of her face.
Naruto rubbed his hands together to keep them from shaking too visibly. “Pet, you came,” he whispered in relief, reaching out to her.
Saki didn’t move as he touched her arms. A few people murmured as they were spotted, and Saki glanced coldly in their direction. Naruto could feel her warm skin through the lacy fabric of the gloves that stretched above her elbows.
He gently pulled on her hands, and she moved towards him without resistance.
Oh . . . fuck. You bastard, damnit . . . you scared me . . .
She paled when she saw the look in his eyes. Naruto pulled on her arms abruptly and enveloped her in a crushingly tight hug.
“Pet . . . I was afraid that --“ He couldn’t finish, unsure of what to say. He had been so afraid that Sasuke might actually do it, and now, here was Saki. Yet Saki didn’t like hearing about Sasuke.
“I’m sorry, Naruto-kun,” she answered, in a way unlike herself.
“What for, love? You haven’t done anything.” And don’t you ever do anything, either, you sick fuck!
“For being away, I suppose,” she demurred, leaning her forehead into his neck. Black wisps of hair tickled his mouth. Naruto pressed his face into the spiky mess and breathed in, tightening the hug even further. Beneath the scented oils, he could smell Sasuke’s skin.
“Don’t apologise. Just don’t ever go away again.”
Saki’s fingers touched Naruto’s arms, making his skin break into gooseflesh. He let go of her and smiled to keep his face from playing tricks on him. “You look lovely tonight.”
Saki’s face, however, was serious. She looked as if she were fighting with herself over something; her eyes were . . . not quite Saki’s. Naruto’s breath caught.
“Thanks,” she whispered at last, turning away.
Naruto hugged her loosely from behind, rubbing his fingers over her corseted belly. Saki shifted. “So much hugging, Naruto-kun? Aren’t you going to take me out for dinner?”
Naruto buried his face in her neck and stroked one of her arms while keeping his other arm around her torso. “Just . . . let me stay like this for a bit.”
“People are staring at us.”
“I thought you liked that, babe.”
“I thought you didn’t.”
Naruto sighed into her skin, leaving a wet kiss behind her ear. “I just . . . want to hold you a bit more. To make sure you’re really here.”
An unintelligible sound escaped her throat then. Gloved fingers laced into Naruto’s, and she just stood there, letting him hold her for as long as he pleased.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she assured him.
“Swear it, bastard.”
Only when the words left his mouth did Naruto realise that he’d addressed the wrong person.
Naruto could feel a fine tremor in Saki’s limbs as she leaned against his chest. He slowly let go of her, and Saki turned to give him a threatening glower.
“I’m sorry,” Naruto amended, lifting his hands to ward off any reaction from the person before him. “I didn’t realise . . . I was just . . .” So scared, you have no idea . . . He breathed in, yet found nothing he could possibly say.
Saki looked away and shrugged uncomfortably. “Let’s just have dinner.”
Naruto let go of the breath he had been holding. “What do you want to eat?” He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, wishing the tension he felt in her would disappear.
“O-nabe,” she murmured. “I know a place.”
Naruto let her guide him into the darkness of the streets where the lights had not yet been fixed. “That small restaurant near the flower-shop?” he asked, watching the shadows stretch over her back.
She nodded. “Yes.”
Naruto followed her in silence. Her boots clicked on the pavement in a steady rhythm, like a heartbeat. When Naruto reached out to touch her arm, she jumped back like a scalded cat before easing herself into his embrace.
“You’re strange tonight, Saki.”
“Am I?” she asked vaguely.
They arrived before Naruto could reply, and a waitress ushered them in. The girl moved around the place, cleaning their table with a greasy cloth. Naruto fiddled with the chopsticks.
Damn, why are the chopsticks always stuck together at restaurants? I always split them the wrong way.
Naruto chewed on his tongue as he experimentally pulled on the loose ends. Maybe if he pulled more on this si --
Naruto dropped the chopsticks he’d been trying to split. “Whuh?”
“The waitress. She’s pretty . Girly.”
Naruto stared at Saki, completely thrown off. He then moved his head to numbly watch the waitress for a few seconds. “Yeah . . . okay. She’s pretty, all right. What of it?”
“She likes you. She blushed when we came in.”
Naruto flushed, uncomfortably flattered. “So . . . ? I’m not interested.” But it was nice to know girls looked at him like that. It wasn’t something he was used to. Saki’s dark eyes were staring straight into his head, as if she could read what was in there.
“Why not? She’s pretty and too young to know why you’re hated. Younger than us, in fact. She might even be in your fanclub.”
Naruto shifted in his seat, disconcerted by Saki’s cool-voiced observations. “Bullshit. I don’t have a fanclub,” he replied, unsure of where the conversation was going.
Saki’s attack came from yet another unexpected direction. “Would you prefer it if she were a pretty boy, then?”
Naruto coughed into the glass of water he had been drinking. “What the --?”
Saki’s face gave nothing away. She only cocked her head sideways, hands laced primly over her lap. Naruto set his glass down with a loud click. “I like girls better, actually.” Which was the truth, save for one notable exception.
“Oh? I wondered . . . actually,” Saki went on, in a voice not quite her own, “could have fooled me.”
“Saki,” Naruto murmured, alarmed. “What are you getting at?”
“Getting at?” She shrugged, and her shoulders moved fluidly. Sasuke’s muscles were momentarily outlined through the layered silk. “I just wondered. What do you prefer? Boys or girls?”
Naruto closed his eyes and willed his heart to calm down. “Generally or in particular?”
“. . . girls.” Naruto had to look away from her eyes. “Hopefully with big breasts and nice hips.”
Saki laughed acidly. “Sakura had none of those things.”
“No twelve-year-old girl does,” Naruto defended staunchly. Though, Sakura had never quite developed the body one would have hoped for. Not that Lee minded.
“Nor do I,” Saki’s voice cut through Naruto’s thoughts, “which brings us back to the original question.”
Naruto frowned. The conversation was making him unbearably edgy. Saki had always been the kind to push the envelope, but this was not something they had ever discussed. Not even with Sasuke. This was downright strange.
“If you like girls with big breasts and nice hips, why do you like me?” Saki whispered in a cold, dead voice.
“I . . . well . . .” Naruto waved a chopstick vaguely, uncertain of what he could or should say. “When we started dating, we were . . . what? Twelve?” Precocious, weren’t we?
“Thirteen,” she corrected, stiffly.
“Yes, that. So . . . you were the prettiest thirteen-year-old I had ever seen. I mean, you were hot as hell, babe.” Naruto looked down at the table and then back at Saki.
“Let’s order our food, okay?” Naruto offered, trying to divert her attention.
Bastard, what are you doing? Why are you digging into this now?
Saki shook her head.
(Fight me now!)
“Answer me first: why did you fall in love with me?”
The chopsticks snapped in half between his fingers. “What kind of question is that?”
“Any girl would ask you this.”
“But you’re not any g --“ Naruto cut himself off and glared at Saki. She stared back, not visibly perturbed.
“No, I’m not any girl. But you claim to love me. So . . . answer me. Why?”
Naruto pursed his lips and said nothing.
“Naruto-kun,” she coaxed angrily. “It’s a simple enough question; the answer should be equally simple.”
“It’s not that easy.”
“Why? Because I’m not any girl?” She drawled. “Because you think I’m hot, and you want us to have sex? Will you answer if I promise to let you fuck me regardless of what you say?”
A little to the side, the waitress let out a small squeak and almost dropped her tray. Naruto didn’t let that distract him. He kept his eyes steadily on Saki. There was a viper-like intensity in her eyes.
“You’re you,” he answered, without looking away.
Saki’s long lashes fell, partly obscuring her eyes. “What is that supposed to mean?” she snarled under her breath.
“You were unbearably hot in those clothes . . . that day,” Naruto elaborated, remembering Saki’s first and only mission. The day this business between them had begun. “Hotter than anyone had the right to be.”
“Meaning, you were a horny teenager, and I was fuckable?”
Naruto frowned. “Partly, yeah. You were so sexy and . . . soft . . . but it wasn’t the clothes. It was you.” There was no way for anybody to misunderstand what Naruto had just said. Whether that was what Saki had been fishing for or not, Naruto had no way of knowing. Maybe it was better for both of them to clarify that one detail at last.
Saki bowed her head, and her hair fell over her eyes, shielding her expression.
I might not have realised it myself, but it was always about you, bastard. That’s why I couldn’t get enough of Saki. Because when I had her, I had you, too.
Naruto wondered if Sasuke had suspected this. Naruto knew that he had acted like Saki and Sasuke were different people, but whose fault was that? To Naruto, it had still been the same person deep down. Saki was incredible because, back then, she had really been all the hidden bits of Sasuke’s mind. Naruto had come to believe that, after she came back to him again and again, Sasuke had wanted it, too. Neither had ever discussed that first night again, when Saki was still only the clothes and Naruto had---
Yet now, with all these strange questions, what was Saki doing?
(I’m finishing this today.)
Either way, you’re going to end something today, aren’t you? Oh . . . fuck, Sasuke . . .
“All about me. . .” Saki hissed a curse. “That’s stupid.”
“I thought you said that you liked girls better,” Saki growled at last, fisting her hands on her lap.
“ Yeah . . . generally,” Naruto repeated, feeling his chest tighten.
“Generally,” she echoed. “And in particular?” Her question kicked the breath from his lungs.
I’m not going to say the words out loud, Sasuke. Not ever. Just like you won’t say them to me.
Naruto still had some dignity to hold on to. He didn’t think it was fair to tell Sasuke how he felt, to leave such a vulnerable opening, when he might never hear a true reciprocation.
“I already answered that,” Naruto replied.
At his tone, she lifted her face. Her eyes burned; not like Saki’s gaze at all. Those eyes belonged on Sasuke.
Naruto tried to say something more, but she didn’t give him the opportunity. She stood up so quickly that her chair fell back with a clatter. The waitress turned to them with a look of growing distress.
“Saki-chan . . . ?”
Saki’s – Sasuke’s? – shoulders shook. For a moment, Naruto wondered if she’d pull a muscle with her spine jerking so violently. Naruto reached out and laid a hand on the small of her back. Saki jumped back.
Black eyes sought his again, and something snapped in them. “Sa --“ He didn’t know what to say, he didn’t know who this was.
“FUCK THIS!” The person before him cried suddenly, pulling the hairclip with such vicious strength that it came off with a few clumps of hair. It was thrown on the floor, and a platformed boot heel came down on top of it, cracking the pearls and metal framework. Naruto heard the splintering crunch and found a strange sense of finality in it.
It sounded like breaking bones.
Naruto held his tongue, completely out of his depth. He waited for Sa . . . suke to get his breath back, for the shaking in his body to stop. Gradually, Sasuke seemed to collect himself. After a few minutes, he looked down at himself and touched the flared skirt of his dress with something akin to -- Naruto had no idea what to call that emotion on Sasuke’s face.
He turned to Naruto again, eyes blazing.
Then, Sasuke spun on his heels and left with barely a sound at all. Naruto sat back down on his chair and stared at the vacated seat in front of him like a man trapped in a dream. He only snapped out of it when the waitress came up to him.
Naruto apologised for the mess and walked back to his apartment with his head full of encroaching silence.
As soon as he turned the knob on his front door, he knew that Sasuke had beaten him there. It was hardly surprising, given that Naruto had taken a rather meandering walk home. What shocked him was the fact that Sasuke was there , after he had stormed off less than an hour earlier. Naruto couldn’t predict Sasuke’s movements as well as Kakashi might, so he had no idea what had brought that conversation on, but he was determined to smooth things out even if it killed him.
He pushed to door open slowly. Saki’s perfumed oils assaulted his senses. “Babe?” Naruto hazarded.
Naruto stepped in, then. The door closed behind him with a loud creak. “Sasuke,” he greeted brusquely.
Sasuke stood in the darkness of the apartment, illuminated only by the faint rays of the streetlights overhead. He smelled of rose and lavender oils as Saki had, and there were traces of makeup on his face. His lips were still glossy, and there were purple streaks where he might have tried to rub the mascara off. But he wore no boots, no skirts, no gloves. He was dressed in simple, jounin-issue black pants with a black shirt thrown on. He was also, Naruto noted, barefoot, and his feet were smudged with dirt.
“I don’t want to fight you,” Naruto said, before Sasuke even began to say anything.
Sasuke remained silent. He stared at Naruto with unfathomable eyes.
“I mean it, bastard, if you’re here to pick a fight . . . ” Naruto ran a hand though his knotted hair, feeling at his wit's end. “I’m too tired to keep this up.”
Sasuke fixed his eyes on the floor for a few minutes. The silence set Naruto’s teeth on edge.
“Bastard, speak up or get the fuck out of my apartment.”
Sasuke’s eyes narrowed. He looked up, tight-lipped and pale. He didn’t seem angry, though, more like conflicted. He took one step toward Naruto, only one, but the sheer momentum implied in that gesture made Naruto’s skin prickle. Naruto found himself taking a step back just as Sasuke inched forwards again.
Sasuke’s face was set, impossible to interpret. There was a storm of emotions flitting over the darkness of his eyes, too brief to be assessed. Naruto took another step back, unsure of why he did so. He started when his back touched the door.
Naruto opened his mouth to say something, anything to stop this madness, but he couldn’t find the strength to do so. Sasuke’s movements were unnaturally smooth. Naruto swallowed convulsively as Sasuke stepped forward again, closing the distance between them. Beneath the cloying scent of Saki’s perfume, Naruto could smell Sasuke’s sweat; he could see it on Sasuke’s forehead.
Sasuke himself was breathing rather quickly, despite the steadiness of his face.
Naruto felt unexpectedly overwhelmed, much like he had felt years ago, when he realised just how strong Sasuke was. Strong enough to take him down and ridicule him, which only made Naruto want to be stronger than him. Not once since his return from Sound had Sasuke made him feel like this. It made his blood boil. Naruto took in a shaky breath and braced his hands against the door, choked by a sudden wave of pure lust. Sasuke moved like a predator would.
Sasuke’s eyes were still on him, not mocking, not challenging, simply staring straight into his own as Sasuke edged closer still, until Naruto could feel the heat of his body. Sasuke leaned forward and placed his hands on the door, one on each side of Naruto’s head. Naruto shifted slightly, breath coming faster.
Do it, bastard. Do it, I dare you.
Naruto held himself in check, a throbbing pulse had settled between his legs. He didn’t dare let himself think, he only wished that Sasuke would do something.
And he did.
Oh . . . fuck --
Naruto shivered and stayed still as Sasuke – Sasuke! -- leaned into him and pressed their lips together. It was a searching kiss, not quite gentle, but not forceful either. Naruto’s lips were nudged apart, and he complied. He almost groaned when their tongues touched. Sasuke deepened the kiss, flattening his hands on the door in order to rest on his forearms and really kiss Naruto.
Naruto arched helplessly, mind numb. His brain was full of white noise, and all he could do was stand there, feeling Sasuke kiss him with a determination that he’d never shown before. Naruto lifted his arms shakily, doubtfully; Sasuke didn’t budge when Naruto’s fingers touched his shirt. The kiss became fiercer, and Naruto did groan, jerking forwards to fist his hands in Sasuke’s shirt, digging through the fabric to leave imprints on the bastard’s shoulder blades. Sasuke shifted to accommodate Naruto and continued kissing him.
It felt, for an instant, as if they were still fighting, holding on to each other so tightly that they might have broken bones.
When Sasuke pulled back, Naruto let go. His back thumped against the door. Their breathing was ragged and loud in the darkness of the small apartment.
Sasuke licked his lips slowly before looking at Naruto again. “Don’t say anything.” There was a quiet desperation in his gaze, something dangerously violent and vulnerable all at once. It compelled Naruto to obey. His mouth snapped shut.
Sasuke grabbed Naruto’s shirt and jerked him forward. Naruto pushed him off and walked towards his room without turning back. He knew – beyond all sanity – that Sasuke was right behind him. Naruto kicked off his shoes and turned. Sasuke spread his fingers over Naruto’s chest and pushed. Naruto fell back on his bed, a little breathless.
Sasuke crawled over him, eyes flashing a warning to stay silent. Pale fingers skirted over his abdomen, touching him through the pale shirt. Naruto looked up at Sasuke’s intent face and almost yelped when Sasuke gripped the neck of his shirt and ripped.
“Shut the hell up,” Sasuke warned again, clearly for the last time, and bent to press his mouth against Naruto’s collarbone. He ripped the last of the shirt off and tossed it over his shoulder.
That was my best white shirt!
Naruto tugged on Sasuke’s shirt, growling irritably when Sasuke didn’t immediately raise his arms. Sasuke huffed and yanked it off himself. His muscles tensed when he did, catching Naruto’s attention completely. Naruto rarely had an unobstructed view of Sasuke’s chest like this. And – damn it all – Sasuke was sitting on his hips as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Naruto felt sweat trickle down his neck as Sasuke pressed back down against his erection.
Sasuke smirked then, but not for long. He bowed his back and leaned forward again to mouth at Naruto’s shoulders, leaving a trail of bruising, open-mouthed kisses. Naruto’s mind spun, too dazed to find coherence beyond one, grounding truth: this was Sasuke. It was Sasuke’s hands that were flicking his nipples thoughtfully before pinching them, a tad roughly.
Naruto thought that his heart would burst through his chest. He ran his hands up over Sasuke’s back to feather through his messy, black hair. Sasuke’s mouth traced odd patterns on Naruto’s skin. Naruto stared up at the roof, feeling Sasuke’s hair tickle his chin. He arched slightly when Sasuke’s teeth closed over one of his nipples, and let his eyes fall shut.
All I’ve ever wanted --
Sasuke’s fingers moved lower to roughly cup Naruto through his pants. Naruto groaned into Sasuke’s ear and then licked it, almost as an afterthought. Sasuke jerked and squeezed his hand, delivering just the right amount of pressure in order to make Naruto ache.
-- Is this.
He grabbed Sasuke and spun him so that Sasuke’s back hit the mattress and Naruto was above, staring at the black hair that spread on his pillow.
Sasuke, however, would not be outdone. He arched under Naruto and flipped them both over again. Naruto’s breath left him in a whoosh. Sasuke’s grin was feral as rubbed his hips over Naruto’s.
Naruto pressed himself against the mattress in order to gain leverage to flip Sasuke again, but Sasuke pulled on one of Naruto’s legs and upset his balance. Before Naruto really knew what was going on, Sasuke moved back to sit between Naruto’s legs. Naruto tried to sit up, but Sasuke put his arms under Naruto’s knees and scooped them up, lifting Naruto’s entire lower half with no apparent effort. Naruto floundered for a moment, confused, and then tossed his head into a pillow and gritted his teeth. Sasuke lifted his hips and bent his head to mouth Naruto’s erection through the pants.
It was the most ridiculously vulnerable position he’d ever been in, sexually. It shouldn’t have been so arousing, but the knowledge that it was Sasuke who was doing this overrode all of Naruto’s qualms on the matter. Naruto let his legs dangle over Sasuke’s arms, content to encourage him with a low moan while Sasuke bit gently at the rough cloth that covered his cock.
Sasuke chuckled against Naruto’s zipper, and the resulting vibration made Naruto twist. Sasuke eased Naruto’s hips back onto the bed and scrabbled to open the zipper on the garishly orange pants. Naruto grabbed Sasuke’s arm and pulled himself up, leaning in to kiss Sasuke and deal with his pants as well. There was something unusually exciting in sitting like that, kissing awkwardly as they struggled to get each other’s zipper undone.
Sasuke finished first, pulling Naruto’s pants and underwear off with very little ceremony. Naruto was shoved back to lie against the bed, leaving Sasuke’s fly half-undone. He made a grab for it, but Sasuke swatted Naruto’s hand away and bent to suck on his cock. Naruto fisted his hands in the coverlet, his breath caught on a most embarrassing, needy sound. Sasuke took him in deeper, making Naruto gasp hoarsely.
When he lifted his head, trying to wrap his mind around something to say – was he allowed to speak now? – the lust in Sasuke’s dark eyes erased the words from his mind. Sasuke gave him one last lick, and then he rose. With his hand on Naruto’s chest, fingers splayed to pin him down, Sasuke opened Naruto’s bedside drawer and rummaged inside. Naruto growled, leaning forwards to nip at Sasuke’s shoulder.
Sasuke shivered and, in a fit of sudden frustration, pulled the drawer out and poured the contents on the bed. Naruto didn’t know that Sasuke could be so impatient and, well, messy. Sasuke pushed off all of the useless objects until his hand closed over the tube of lubricant. Naruto’s erection throbbed at the sight of Sasuke’s impatience. Naruto reached for the tube, but Sasuke moved his hand out of reach.
Naruto thumped his head on the pillow in frustration and growled, breath coming quickly. Sasuke smirked and bent down to take him in his mouth again. Naruto’s protests thinned out into a little moan; he let go of the coverlet and caressed Sasuke’s hair with unsteady fingers, almost pulling on a knot.
Sasuke . . . Sasuke . . . I . . . WHAT THE FUCK!?
Naruto had almost jumped out of his skin and was now half-sitting on his bed’s headrest. Sasuke stared up at him from where he lay, half-sprawled. Naruto swallowed thickly, watching Sasuke rub lubed fingers together pensively.
“I thought you said you’d let me do this,” Sasuke spoke up at last, giving Naruto a carefully guarded look.
Naruto struggled to get his breathing back under control. He was achingly hard and Sasuke had been sucking him off so skilfully . . . it had been odd for Naruto to find himself pulled and manhandled like that, but not altogether bad. The thought that Sasuke was trying to overpower him didn’t make Naruto angry, it just made his arousal grow worse.
This is what it should have been like all of the time.
Except for this one little detail.
Robbed of the sense of desperation he’d felt before the trial, Naruto wasn’t as keen to offer himself to Sasuke in that particular way. He’d never been taken, and, although he was sure it had to feel good on some level, the idea made him terribly uneasy.
“Dead-last, get back down here, now.”
Naruto took a long breath, wondering about the consequences of saying “no.” The prospect of having Sasuke march out of his room now was . . . unbearable. No, worse than that, it made Naruto’s heart clench in foreboding.
Okay, bastard. Sure, I can deal with your mind games.
Naruto should have known that Sasuke might broadside him like this. “Right . . .” he hissed uncomfortably, and lay back down beside Sasuke.
Sasuke’s dark eyes shone with mirth, making Naruto flush. “You did say we would do this someday, right? Well, let’s do it now.”
Naruto closed his eyes and nodded. “Sure,” he ground out.
Figures. You just can’t NOT be an ass.
Sasuke rubbed his fingers together, eyes fixed on the oily film of lubricant. Then he went back to stroking Naruto’s cock with just the right amount of force, attuned to Naruto’s needs even in that. Naruto licked his lips and let out a soft sound of pleasure. It quickly turned into a hiss when Sasuke’s fingers probed at his entrance again. The fingers were slick and cool, but it still set his teeth on edge. The sensation was far too personal and . . . removed from anything Naruto could pinpoint. He was as hard as rock and dying for a fuck, but not even that level of excitement could make him feel at ease with what Sasuke was doing.
Sasuke licked the tip of Naruto’s erection slowly, taking it into his mouth and sucking gently. Naruto wanted to punch Sasuke’s face in for being a tease, but he couldn’t breathe, not with Sasuke’s mouth on his cock and one of Sasuke’s fingers pushing in.
“Fuck!” Naruto gasped and dug a heel into the mattress.
Sasuke sighed irritably. “Relax, idiot, or it will hurt more.”
Naruto gave the roof a scowl, rather than direct the look at Sasuke. Sasuke rolled his shoulders briefly and returned his mouth to its previous attentions. When a second finger pushed in, Naruto was less surprised, and he managed to relax, marginally. It still didn’t feel particularly sexy or anything, but with Sasuke doing his damnedest to distract Naruto with his mouth, it was hard for Naruto to find the strength to complain.
He jerked a bit when the fingers scissored out, stretching experimentally. Relaxing became even more difficult for Naruto. Sasuke must have realised this, as he stopped the movement of his fingers and swirled his tongue over the head of Naruto’s cock before giving it a long, hard suck. When Naruto began to shake, feeling as if he were at the very edge, Sasuke’s fingers began to move again.
Naruto let out a disconcerted groan. Well, that’s one way to keep me on edge, all right, he complained to himself. How could Sasuke like this at all? Argh. Sasuke had pushed his fingers in a bit deeper and started probing around.
Naruto closed his eyes and pressed a burning cheek against the coolness of his pillow. It wasn’t painful, not really. It was sort of stretchy and it burned, but it didn’t quite hurt yet. It was just so odd. When it was done to him, Sasuke would just arch and make a pleased sound. Naruto couldn’t see how that went along with what he was feeling now.
He panted uncomfortably, turning further into the pillow. Sasuke’s mouth sped up somewhat, bringing Naruto dangerously close to orgasm, finger or no finger up his ass. Naruto let out a choked gasp and bit his lip.
Fuck . . . it’s not enough, not with…
“Hn -- Ah . . . nh . . . f-fuck!” His breath was torn from his lungs in a ragged exclamation. It took him a few seconds to register that what he had felt was actually pleasurable. More than just that. “Nnhhgh.” He couldn’t hold the soft sounds back, not when Sasuke was moving his fingers like that again and again and -- “W-what . . . the fuck?” His teeth were chattering a bit.
Sasuke let go of Naruto’s erection and snorted. “Finally,” he growled, dropping a kiss above Naruto’s pubic hair.
Naruto didn’t quite get what that meant, except that Sasuke had probably been going for this. Naruto wasn’t even sure of why he enjoyed the feeling; it was far too intense and it made his hair stand on end. Sasuke pushed a bit harder, Naruto’s coherence fled altogether. Naruto opened his mouth, but no sound came beyond his throttled breathing. He didn’t know what Sasuke was doing, but he didn’t want him to stop.
There was a mindless, searing bliss in feeling himself caught by Sasuke’s movements, with Sasuke acting so possessively, so near-animalistic, that it made Naruto wonder if Saki ever existed. But even that thought fled when Sasuke began to time the movement of his fingers with his sucking. Naruto couldn’t help himself any longer; he hooked a leg over Sasuke’s back and let his body do as it pleased. He wasn’t even sure whether he was thrusting forward of backward, but it just felt so good.
There was a keening noise, and it took Naruto a moment to realise that it was coming from him, but he was past caring. Naruto scrabbled for a hold on the headrest behind him. Finding purchase, he used the leverage to rock himself in time with Sasuke’s quickening movements. He was panting loudly and he knew it, but it didn’t matter.
Naruto’s knuckles paled as he dug his fingers into the bedframe above his head. He was shaking, feeling orgasm creep up on him relentlessly. “S-Sasuke,” he pleaded, unsure of what he was asking. “Sasuke,” he repeated, throat aching as his muscles threatened to seize up. It was too much and too strange, Naruto’s body was not his any longer and it was terrifying, but he didn’t want it stop, either. He wanted to keep rocking himself into Sasuke’s mouth and back onto --
Wh -- what . . . what’s --?
Naruto groaned, shaken and uncertain in the face of his own body’s reactions. Sasuke began to stroke Naruto’s side. It was a slow, one-handed caress, something so lover-like and uncharacteristic of Sasuke that it made Naruto’s heart jump and beat unsteadily. “Sasuke,” he groaned brokenly, arching his back like a bow. “Ahn . . . Ah!” Beyond that, he was incapable of any sound whatsoever. Naruto lost his grip on the bedframe, and his back thumped against the bed once more as his climax hit him, tearing his nerves and his mind to pieces. It consumed him like a furnace, humiliatingly powerful and new. Naruto reached down clumsily and found the hand that had been caressing his side. He held onto those fingers like a drowning man as he rode out the shockingly intense spasms with gritted teeth. It was a pleasure so maddening it almost hurt.
When he found his breath again, he loosened his hold on Sasuke’s fingers slightly. Naruto tried to inhale steadily, but his chest still shook, and he had to stop to swallow down a lump in his chest.
It wasn’t just the surprise of finding enjoyment in being penetrated, it was the knowledge that Sasuke had done that to him. Sasuke had just spent the better part of an hour making Naruto cry out in pleasure; and Sasuke was now laying next to him, head on his elbow, watching Naruto try to recover his composure.
Oh. . . fuck.
Naruto closed his eyes, feeling a bit too bared by Sasuke’s devouring gaze.
That was . . . incredible. I never imagined --
Naruto kept his eyes closed as he regulated his breathing.
Maybe . . . I scared Sasuke like this, too, when we were thirteen. Maybe Sasuke didn’t even want it, and then . . . he couldn’t not want it, either. It was a scary thought, in the face of all that had happened after that Saki was born. Naruto opened his eyes and wondered if he should say something to Sasuke, something like I understand now, even though he would never see things exactly as Sasuke did.
Does this change anything? Why are you giving in like this? Why now?
Sasuke had moved to straddle him again and was kissing Naruto with barely-restrained impatience. Naruto reached down and found Sasuke’s throbbing cock. It was warm and very, very hard. He brushed his fingers against it, and Sasuke shivered, kissing him even more desperately.
“Sasuke . . . ” Naruto breathed in awe, knowing that there was no way to describe how he felt. He had never suspected, not in his wildest dreams, that Sasuke – fucked up, cold-blooded Sasuke – could be like this. It made him think of Saki, almost . . .but Saki could have never dominated Naruto quite like that, nor could she surrender so demandingly as Sasuke was now, pushing his erection into Naruto’s fingers.
Please tell me this won’t all disappear tomorrow. Please, bastard.
Sasuke gasped sharply when Naruto wrapped his fingers around his erection. Naruto kissed Sasuke, drinking in the moans that reverberated against his mouth. He pumped Sasuke’s throbbing cock as hard and fast as Sasuke seemed to want him to, no mercy, and no pauses -- just mindless sensation. Sasuke stopped kissing him and began to gasp into Naruto’s mouth, hips following the rhythm set by Naruto’s hand.
Naruto stopped for a moment and smiled at Sasuke’s wordless complaint that followed. There were more comfortable positions to be in if he was going to bring Sasuke off. Naruto nudged Sasuke with his knees until Sasuke got off of him, black eyes dazed and glimmering with lust. Naruto took in the sight of Sasuke’s pale, muscular chest and the prominent erection that rose between those thighs.
Saki’s thighs . . . huh?
Naruto pushed Sasuke onto his back. Sasuke’s chest rose and fell like an animal’s, fast and short. There was no way for Naruto to be able to define what he saw in Sasuke’s eyes, there and then. He decided to edge back to return the favour by sucking him off, to at least take some of the tension from those coal-black eyes. Sasuke’s hand on his hair stopped him abruptly. “No . . .”
“Shut up, bastard,” Naruto snapped gruffly, kissing Sasuke’s belly. “Just lie back and close your eyes.”
(You just stay there, looking pretty and hot like you do.)
Sasuke bit the inside of his cheek and brought his hand down, grabbing one of Naruto’s wrists to pull him up.
“Fuck, Sasuke, just let me --“
“-- Use your hand,” Sasuke panted into his mouth, just before kissing him.
Naruto blinked. “What?” he managed to get out, between kisses.
Sasuke grabbed Naruto’s hand and stuck it between his legs. “Hands,” he ground out through clenched teeth and went back to kissing him. Naruto kissed Sasuke carefully, feeling Sasuke tense and relax alternately, not to Naruto’s teasing strokes, but according to how Naruto kissed him.
Who would have thought . . .
Kissing was one of Uchiha fucking Sasuke’s major turn-on's.
Bastard, that’s just . . . so like you.
Naruto grinned like a fox into the kisses and put both of his hands to work between Sasuke’s legs. Before long, Sasuke was shaking and gasping against his lips again. Naruto deepened the kisses and pumped Sasuke’s cock in earnest, pulling on his nerves with near-cruelty as Sasuke jerked beside him. Sasuke’s hand clenched in Naruto’s hair and pulled in no particular direction. Naruto snorted vaguely and stuck his tongue into Sasuke’s mouth, guessing –correctly – that Sasuke was on the brink of coming.
Naruto broke the kiss to catch his breath. “Come on, bastard,” he cajoled throatily. “Come.”
Sasuke threw his head back with unexpected abandon and cried out hoarsely. His hips moved erratically for a few moments, and Naruto felt a hot splash against his fingers. He leaned forward to kiss Sasuke’s neck, but Sasuke found his lips first instead, and Naruto got a mouthful of sleepy, sated kisses and cooling sighs.
Sasuke . . . you . . .
Seized by the sudden fear that this might be only a fever-dream or an illusion, Naruto squeezed Sasuke closer to him. He wondered if Sasuke would ever again be able to let go like that with him.
Please, bastard, please . . .
He dreaded what the new hours would bring, now that he knew what he could have. It was everything he had ever hoped for and beyond.
“Sasuke . . . ?” Naruto whispered, running his thumb over Sasuke’s ribs carefully. Sasuke’s arms were still around his neck.
“What?” Sasuke replied sharply.
Naruto bit his lip before he spoke. “Are you . . . I mean . . . is this . . . are we --?”
“What will happen tomorrow?”
Sasuke sighed, sounding as though he had expected Naruto to ask that. “I don’t know.”
Sasuke lifted his face to give Naruto a long stare. “I don’t know, Naruto.” There were deep lines on Sasuke’ forehead and on the corners of his mouth, visibly fighting himself on so many fronts, even now. It pained Naruto that there seemed like nothing for him to do but to stay beside Sasuke, while Sasuke tried – for both of them – to find his footing.
“What now, then?”
Sasuke dropped his head to lean his forehead against Naruto’s shoulder. It was a startlingly personal gesture, and it suffused Naruto with warmth. “Now . . . ? I’d like to drink some water, and then, maybe, go for another round.” Sasuke sounded almost thoughtful.
Naruto’s arousal twitched. “Another round?”
“Er . . . ”
“Just . . . let it be, Naruto. Tomorrow will come soon enough.”
Naruto opened his mouth to say something else, but Sasuke was kissing him again. Naruto knew when he was being pulled away from a topic at hand, but he wanted to believe in Sasuke. Sasuke could deal with his issues on his own.
Sasuke didn’t give Naruto time or breath enough to say anything else that night.
Naruto opened his eyes to find his curtains fluttering over the open window. His body ached all over, in all the right – and many wrong – places. For a moment, he didn’t quite understand what was happening. He reached out groggily and found that there was an indentation on the mattress beside him and it was still warm.
Memories of the previous night rushed back to him, making Naruto sit up in a hurry.
What . . . where . . . ? Where the hell is that bast --
“Good morning,” Sasuke greeted. Naruto turned in the direction of the voice and felt his stomach begin to unclench.
Sasuke was walking up to the bed with a glass of water in his hand. He came over to Naruto and handed it to him. Naruto downed it, wishing it had been something stronger than water. Sasuke’s hair was sleep-mussed, covering one of his eyes a bit. He wore a pair of Naruto’s summer slacks and nothing else; the paleness of his chest – bruised and all – made Naruto’s mouth go dry.
Last night . . . did I really . . . with Sasuke? Like this?
It took him a few moments to be able to look up at Sasuke’s face and fully meet his eyes. The memories from the previous night circled in his head, and he recalled a particularly embarrassing flash of himself crying out while Sasuke used his fingers to . . . Awww, crap.
“Morning, bastard.” And why the hell did he feel a blush creeping up on him? This is fucking stupid! Sasuke’s eyes were unreadable, but Naruto detected a considerable amount of nervous tension in Sasuke’s forcibly relaxed shoulders.
The sun fell over Sasuke’s skin, highlighting the paleness of his belly. Naruto kept his mouth shut, hoping that the bastard would give him a cue to act on, since they were both in his room and he was very naked in the bed they had both shared earlier.
Naruto felt he only had once chance, and he desperately fished for a cue as to what he should do. The fact that Sasuke was wearing pants and nothing else did nothing to help his concentration.
“Er . . . ?” Naruto ventured at last. He frowned when he saw Sasuke’s lips quirk upwards into a smirk. Oh, you bastard . . .
Naruto would have snapped something unkind at him, had it not been for Sasuke’s eyes: the darkness there seemed to melt, leaving a quiet sadness at the back of his gaze. Sasuke walked around the bed and flopped down on the other side, turning to stare at Naruto through his tangled bangs.
Naruto held his breath, waiting for Sasuke to speak.
Sasuke smirked abruptly. “You drool in your sleep, idiot.”
Naruto’s mouth opened and then snapped shut. That was not what he had been expecting. “ What? Did my spit ruin your sissy-ass skin?”
Sasuke’s laugh was strangely brittle. “It ruined your stupid-ass pillows”
Naruto snorted and shrugged. “Big deal.”
Sasuke seemed to want to snap something back at Naruto, but he visibly stopped himself. Sasuke ran his hands over the sheets and sighed. Then he took a long breath and hesitated for a moment before speaking. “You’ll just never give up, will you?” There was a bemused tone in Sasuke’s whisper. It took Naruto a few moments to process the question, so out of the blue.
“No fucking way.”
“You know . . . we were only a team for a bit over a year, but you chased after me for . . . what? . . . Four years? More?” Sasuke’s soft tones made him sound younger, almost lost, which confused Naruto.
“I . . . know. What do you want me to say? I’m nuts, whatever,” he didn’t like the way Sasuke was looking at him, with warmth and doubts shifting through his eyes.
“Maybe you are. I just . . . tell me one thing, Naruto. Did you really never doubt me?” Sasuke sounded . . . confused, again. Disbelieving.
Naruto opened his mouth to deny such a thing and realised that – if he did – he’d be lying. He wanted Sasuke to trust that he had never stopped believing in him, but there had been a point where he’d . . . Having his best friend impale him with his arm had certainly given Naruto reason enough to doubt. “I did doubt you, for a time.” Sasuke drew in a sharp breath, and Naruto closed his eyes. “But . . . what more could you expect? I mean, seriously, bastard . . . what was I supposed to think? Of course I doubted you, I just didn’t KEEP doubting you forever.”
“Because . . . I don’t know. I guess just because.” Naruto opened his eyes and gave Sasuke a defiant glare.
“That’s not good enough.”
Naruto gritted his teeth, silently wishing that Sasuke would go fuck himself. “What do you want me to say, then?”
“The truth? That is the truth! What else do you want me to say? That you chose to betray us, even though we gave you reason enough not to and I . . . I . . . ” Naruto faltered and forcibly uncurled his fists. “Even though you gave us reason to doubt you, I chose to have faith. Just like you chose to fuck Orochimaru, get it? I. Chose.”
Sasuke was quiet for a long time. “Ah.” Abruptly Sasuke smiled. “Only a fool could make that choice . . . idiot.” A pause, then: “I’m starting to believe you.”
Sasuke turned his head away. The sun struck his neck at an angle, and two pale fang-marks reflected the sun as only scar-tissue could. It seemed odd to Naruto that Sasuke would be happy to hear he’d been doubted . . . as if Naruto’s choice made his determination more real to him. Yet, nothing about Sasuke had ever been particularly normal.
“You should,” Naruto muttered. His hand twitched; he wanted lift it and touch Sasuke’s neck.
“Is it still worth it, do you think?”
Naruto rested his hand on Sasuke’s pale skin, revelling in the fact that he could. “Yeah . . .”
Worth it? Hell . . . it’s. . .
“You know, you might get tired, eventually. There’s a difference between chasing something and—having it.”
“How can you be sure, you moron? It’s not like you’ve had lots of things.”
Naruto resisted the urge to smack Sasuke. “Because . . .” and though Naruto had come up with a thousand reasons to justify this relationship in the past, he couldn’t quite recall them at that moment. There was only one answer, really: “. . . because you’re you.” It was the best he could come up with.
It was – he realised – the most truthful answer of all.
Sasuke sighed and sat up. Naruto noticed that the creases on the sheets left funny indentations on Sasuke’s skin. His mind went up in flames when Sasuke’s other hand touched his chest, running fingers over the scar that Sasuke’d left there years before. “I don’t think I can stop myself from hurting you.”
“I don’t care, I’ll just hurt you back. I’m good at that.” He grinned cheekily.
“You are.” Naruto winced at the sincere response. “But . . . that’s just who you are. You’re you, too.”
Naruto floundered for a way to say his next words: “Er . . . do you want me to go and get your . . . clothes?”
I can deal with Saki for you, bastard. If you want to . . . I’ll --
Sasuke gave him a peculiar look. His eyes widened in understanding, and then he snorted. Despite his apparent confidence, a bit of uncertainty cast itself over his features. “I think I can borrow your pants and shirt, dead-last. Unless you don’t have any sober clothes.”
Naruto thought that his smile would crack his face in half. He rarely smiled so hard that it hurt to do so, but he couldn’t stop himself.
“Don’t smile like that, I can’t promise you anything.”
“I mean it, no promises, dead-last.”
“I’m not asking for any.”
I already believed in you even when you gave me very good reasons NOT to.
“You’re sure you’re not?” Sasuke inquired back, archly.
Sasuke sighed and leaned back against the bedpost. “Ah . . . you are a moron, then.” And the way he said it sounded just like I love you, so Naruto judged that, all in all, it was more than enough.
And it was.
If you want to build a ship, don't herd people together to collect wood and don't assign them tasks and work, but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea.
-- Antoine de Saint-Exupery
And that is the end of the story. There's still an epilogue I will finish up and post, but for all intended purposes Tangled up in Lace is finished. I never imagined how long and complex this fic would become when I started writing it on a whim, almost 7 months ago. I was piqued by the Saki concept, even more so by the idea of a grownup Saki, more closely related to canon. Asuka gave me permission to go all out on this idea and... well, here is the end result. I loved writing this, I feel it really gave me a chance to explore the relationship between Sasuke and Naruto, as well as their lives in the village, and the very nature of their personalities.
To all the people who have read and commented,
Epilogue will be out in a few days. Other than that, I have nothing else to say except: Thanks for the ride, I hope this was the ending you all hoped for.