Sealed

Sealed
XII

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Author: Ms. Trick

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Note: Reviews make my life. No seriously.

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Chapter 12

Ensconced in his usual chair, Orochimaru didn’t look so good. The shadows and candlelight played over his grim, perspiring face as he focused on the four ninja standing in front of him.

“Time always comes through,” he managed to drawl. “Head to Konoha. Now. And this time, if you don’t bring me Hinata-chan or retrieve Sasuke-kun, don’t come back at all.”

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In a small, secluded training ground where the grass was more suited to picnics than sparring sessions, Gaara stood with his arms firmly crossed and his jaw slightly clenched. While he appeared rather angry and unfriendly, the tiniest hint of pink on his cheeks let Lee know that this stance implied more shyness than anything else.

A burble of sand popped the cork out of Gaara’s large gourd and it shot towards Lee’s face with playful intent; the kind of playful intent that said it would be funnier if the shot actually hit. The older teen didn’t even blink as he instinctively snatched and found the chunky cork clutched in his palm.

“If it is agreeable, I will take that as a ‘maybe’,” Lee said cheerily.

Gaara slumped a little more into his folded arms and looked off to the side, steadfastly pretending that he wasn’t blushing.

“I...don’t know how,” he finally mumbled out.

“You assume much of me! I have no experience myself but I will not allow mere shyness to interfere with a bond such as ours...if you feel the same way, of course,” he tacked on quickly, doing his best not to let Gaara’s nervousness infect him.

Gaara gave only a small shrug at first. Then he realised that that was in no way adequate for such a situation, so he sucked it up and lifted his head to met Lee’s eyes. His blush glowed even brighter but he gave a firm nod.

He received a blinding smile as a reply and Gaara’s stomach dissolved into butterflies again. They had been married for three years now; he knew there was no reason for him to be timid.

He found it difficult to suppress though. He wasn’t used to intimate contact. Lee had respected that and had never pushed, and gradually Gaara began allowing Lee more contact on a daily basis. He stopped overthinking every time their hands brushed or Lee sat in close quarters with him. He stopped tensing at taps on the shoulder or claps of goodwill on the back. He got used to lying next to another’s form at night.

Gaara kept his eyes on Lee’s and briefly wondered how their relationship would have progressed if he actually slept. They had the one bed for the two of them but Gaara’s permanent insomnia warped the usual night time dynamics of a married couple. Often, Gaara merely relaxed at Lee’s side, resting his body as the taller teen slumbered.

He wondered if Lee ever wished they could share in the act of sleeping, like a normal couple. He wondered if Lee ever got fed up with his constant, automatic retreat from physical contact. He wondered how long Lee had wanted a kiss. He wondered if Lee had been hoping he would make the first move.

A bandaged hand came forward slowly with the intention of settling on Gaara’s shoulder, but with a surge, a wall of sand suddenly snapped up between them, hiding the boys from one another for a couple seconds before retreating.

Both Gaara and Lee blinked in surprise. Again, Lee slowly extended a hand and, again, he found his knuckles grazing the grains of a very solid sand defence. Gaara frowned, embarrassed that he was nervous enough that Shukaku’s chakra was reacting instinctively.

Lee gave him an understanding look and raised both hands in a gesture of apology. Gaara, realising that his husband would back off and not hold it against him, felt a rush of guilt along with adrenaline at sudden the discovery of how much he wanted this kiss too.

He briefly considered what Naruto would do in such a situation and assumed that Naruto would do whatever it took to keep his bond with a precious person safe. Gaara mentally nodded with satisfaction--good plan...thanks Naruto.

He reached out and the sand defence parted around his arm and sank to the ground with a hissing sound. Snagging Lee’s wrist, he pulled the taller boy closer and leaned in, finding that he actually had to go onto the balls of his feet a little to get his lips to meet Lee’s.

His pale green eyes closed automatically and he wondered if he was doing it right. His grip loosened on Lee’s wrist and the taller ninja’s hands slowly found their way north. Fingertips stroked across Gaara’s face and into his red hair with a reverence that nearly frightened Gaara into pulling back. He would have been able to understand if all Lee wanted was physical satisfaction but this...this was different, this was more than that.

The sensation of another person in such close proximity was addicting. His mouth opened a little and Lee’s followed suite. This was new and strange. But it wasn’t bad.

Lee moved a little closer, his head tilting slightly. He heard Gaara sigh as the kiss deepened further. A pair of hands hesitantly landed on his waist and he encouragingly ran a thumb over Gaara’s pale cheek, delighted to find that Gaara didn’t have his sand armour layering his skin.

When he did have that ultimate defence plastered to him, though his chakra coloured the sand to his natural appearance, his skin felt like warm glass; it felt unreal. But right now Lee just felt skin under his fingertips and against his lips.

“I...uh, hate to interrupt...” A voice intoned, startling Gaara badly enough that Shikamaru had to flip sideways to avoid being outright mauled by sand.

“This is way too troublesome,” he muttered disgruntled from where he sat on the ground.

He was eying the miniature beach now covering the grass at his side. After catching his breath, hauling himself to his feet, and wiping his hands on his pants, he finally said, “Akatsuki have been sighted. The Hokage wants you in her office.”

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As soon as Sasuke and Naruto realised that Sasuke had slipped up, there was a heart-stopping pause.

Naruto whispered, “Oh, you bastard...”

...and then the brawl promptly continued.

“Boys! Stop it!” Sakura yelled.

“Shut up!” They both hollered while Naruto got his right hand around Sasuke’s throat and Sasuke twisted Naruto’s left wrist painfully.

Thoroughly pissed off, Sakura took a step forward, planted a hand firmly on each of their chests and shoved both her team mates in opposite directions. Each flew backwards twenty or thirty feet and landed hard on the grass.

“What has gotten into you? What’s this about?” She asked fiercely, arms akimbo as she looked between them.

Tension hung in the air and all five of them could taste it when they breathed in. Naruto’s glare was pure ice and Sasuke met it steadfastly, too proud for anything resembling an apology. Temari just looked between them, feeling out of the loop but also unwillingly intimately connected. Kakashi made no move to interfere--the ball was in Naruto’s court, not his.

“Might as well go all the way, ne, Sasuke?” Naruto ground out as he and his dark-haired team mate slowly pulled themselves to their feet.

Sasuke looked away with a glare, which Naruto figured was as much remorse as he was getting from him because the great Uchiha Sasuke didn’t explain himself to anyone.

“Sakura-chan, you still don’t know, right?” He said, still not taking his eyes off Sasuke. “Inside me is sealed the demon fox Kyuubi.”

Temari’s eyes widened. A jinchuuriki... He’s just like Gaara.

Sakura gasped softly. “The Akatsuki...” she mumbled, her eyes slowly lowering to the ground in realisation.

“Yeah, that’s why the Akatsuki’s after me. And they want Gaara too. They want the monsters inside us because I guess that’s all some people, like the Akatsuki, can see.”

Sasuke’s head snapped up and he narrowed his eyes. Naruto wasn’t implying that Sasuke was like...

Was he?

“Not even seeing us as real people...I can’t stand that,” Naruto trailed off, angry blue eyes dimming with his morose thoughts.

Sasuke was staring at the grass so hard Sakura was starting to think he was counting the blades.

The dark-haired teen didn’t do guilt very often and he was now remembering why. He didn’t like feeling this small and feeling like maybe he deserved to feel this small. He had just about forgotten how to apologize; it had been so long since he’d felt like he really owed anyone one.

But somehow it had never been a problem between him and his rival before--no matter how nasty things got between them--because Naruto was useless at accepting apologies. He either brushed off the idea that he had needed one (no matter how badly it had actually been needed) or he gloated and threw the apology back in the person’s face.

The rustle of a book being opened met their ears and they all looked over to find Kakashi suddenly standing nonchalantly at Sakura’s side. Without lifting his eyes, he addressed the group sullenly.

“This isn’t what I call training.”

“Kinda hard to train when your sparring partner doesn’t take you seriously,” Naruto huffed stubbornly.

Kakashi slowly raised his gaze over his book and mildly took in Naruto and Sasuke with one calculating, grey eye before speaking. What could he say to diffuse Sasuke’s parochial idea of Naruto’s power that wouldn’t provoke Naruto into gloating?

“Technically, the Kyuubi’s seal tarnishes a little more every time Naruto accesses the fox’s power. As it tarnishes, the stronger Naruto’s chakra needs to become in order to keep the Kyuubi suppressed.”

Both boys absorbed this information with seriousness. Sasuke weighed this hidden strength of his husband’s and Naruto morbidly wondered how long it would be until the seal tarnished to the point of danger.

“We’re not done training for today,” Kakashi said after a pause, closing his book and tucking it into his kunai pouch. “Naruto, Sakura, you’ll be sparring with me. Sasuke against Temari.”

And so their training continued as before. Sasuke stuck to taijutsu and electric attacks against the wind kunoichi, Naruto had at least ten clones out at all times to make up for Kakashi’s speed advantage, and neither of the two boys said much of anything. This wasn’t as noticeable in Sasuke as it was in Naruto, obviously.

When the hot sun was past high noon and their shadows were creeping out from beneath them, Kakashi finally said they could call it quits. Naruto nodded and Sasuke had his eyes closed against the cool breeze. Sakura peeled off her gloves, looking between the two. The boys’ silence still worried her.

Then, as the five of them were ambling off the field covered in sweat, out of the corner of her eye, Sakura saw Naruto nudge Sasuke’s shoulder. It was a small nudge. It could barely even be called friendly. But it reassured Sakura immensely.

Sasuke and Naruto’s relationship was not a cuddly one. It never would be, Sakura thought. They wouldn’t be strolling around holding hands anytime soon. In public, they hardly touched each other at all unless it was a brawl or the one or two times Naruto spontaneously threw an arm around Sasuke’s shoulders. That arm was usually shrugged off quick enough, though.

Sakura figured this was because Naruto wasn’t really used to being in close contact with people and Sasuke just wasn’t the gooey typ--

“OW!” Sakura hollered a hand flying up to cover her forehead.

Temari lowered her hand with a small smile. “Stop--”

“--thinking about it so much, forehead girl,” Sakura finished, rubbing the spot Temari had flicked and scowling good-naturedly. “I know. I know.”

Temari’s smile widened to a pleased, big sisterly look.

Sometimes it surprised Sakura how much she found herself really liking Temari’s company. She put her arms around the older girl’s neck and impulsively leaned in and kissed her. Both their mouths were a bit dry from the long training session but Sakura didn’t care.

They pulled apart and Sakura blasted her with a tired smile. The blonde couldn’t help but notice how pretty Sakura was getting.

“Shikamaru?” The pink-haired girl inquired suddenly.

Temari froze. Her spine locked and her heart plummeted to her ankles.

“Hey Shikamaru!” Sakura called, waving to someone approaching behind Temari’s back.

As Shikamaru called over the rest of Team Kakashi to deliver his message, Temari forced away her jitters in chunky interstices. She took a few deep breaths--man, that had caught her off guard!

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From where she was seated at her desk, the Godaime’s sharp, honey-coloured eyes took in the ninja she had gathered in her office.

Sakura was present because she was her apprentice, obviously. Kakashi and Temari were here because of their jounin status. Gaara and Naruto had to know because they were targets. Sasuke and Hinata had to know because they were potential bait. And Shikamaru was a valuable strategist to her, even at his young age. When he wasn’t teaching at the academy, she usually supplied him with more information than was custom for a ninja of his level anyway.

Of course, Tsunade knew full well that Gaara would end up telling Lee. And Hinata would tell Kiba who’d tell Shino. And Shikamaru would tell Chouji (who’d tell Koori) and Ino who’d then tell TenTen who’d tell Neji and eventually, all the chuunin would know this ‘very secret’ data.

It was so much easier than distributing information officially. Though Tsunade had informed the rest of the jounin via regulation messages due to what minor respect for protocol she still had. She resisted the urge to smile with little effort and kept her manicured hands folded in front of her.

“Two Akatsuki members have been spotted not too far from Fire Country’s borders. I want everybody to be on alert and I’ve decided to up the security of the village’s entire outer ambit. So there will be more chuunin level patrol missions assigned until further notice.”

“Do we know which two members?” Kakashi inquired, his thoughts focused on his student.

Sasuke tensed imperceptibly and Naruto quietly clenched his fists. His blue eyes kept flicking to the dark-haired teen at his side but Sasuke let nothing show.

“The Kazekage mentioned a run-in with two Akatsuki about a month ago and managed to identify one as Sasori of the Red Sands, the legendary puppet master of Sunagakure. I believe it to be him and his unnamed partner who are approaching us. Because they tried Sand first, their target is most likely Gaara.”

Temari watched her younger brother out of the corner of her eye but he was stoic as usual. Gaara didn’t do worry. He grew concerned over certain things but he kept conscious of the fact that worrying wouldn’t solve a problem, a clear mind would.

Sasuke was disappointed that it wasn’t his brother, but like Gaara, any emotion was kept off his face. He would have to wait a little longer for the confrontation he had planned his whole life and death around. But Sasuke had a guarantee that his waiting would come to an end in the relatively near future. He was married to the perfect bait, after all.

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With a happy sigh, Naruto finished his fourth bowl of ramen and placed it on top of the stack of others with a porcelain-sounding clink. Tsunade’s meeting had taken longer than he’d thought it would and he had been starving the entire time because their training had run straight through lunch.

Sated, he sank happily into the stool and placed his chopsticks on top of the bowls. A late lunch at Ichiraku’s was exactly what he’d needed. It would have been more fun with company, though.

Sakura and Temari had gone home together to eat and Sasuke had gone off to do grocery shopping. Naruto was sure that their kitchen had been stocked enough not to merit a trip to the market but Sasuke claimed they needed more than cereal and ramen to survive and didn’t give Naruto a chance to argue.

The idea that people ate at home regularly was one Naruto was still getting used to. He had lived on his own for his whole life but he’d never gotten the hang of cooking--who would have taken the time to teach him? Surely not the jounin who rotated days on duty making sure he didn’t hurt himself as a young child.

It had never bothered him before but now it almost felt like his friends were becoming adults without him, he thought as he dragged his nails lightly across the countertop.

Maybe he’d ask Sasuke to teach him how to cook. He could use it as an icebreaker to get them to start talking again after this afternoon. Though now it was probably for the best that he and Sasuke had split up for a few hours. He couldn’t believe he had alluded that Sasuke was acting like his brother to his face. He couldn’t believe Sasuke hadn’t stuffed a chidori in him for it.

Naruto called out his thanks to old man Ichiraku and Ayame, spun around on the stool and leapt out through the flaps to find himself face to face with a very familiar pair of chocolate eyes.

“Iruka-sensei!” Naruto yelled enthusiastically.

“Naruto!” His teacher said with a bright smile. “I was wondering when I’d run into you.”

It was then that Naruto noticed the woman standing with her hands on her large, round belly at Iruka’s side.

“Anko-sensei?” He said unbelieving. “Wow, you sure got fat.”

Anko scowled and a good-natured laugh escaped Iruka.

“It’s a baby, you little brat!” She yelled.

Naruto blinked. “A baby? Iruka-sensei’s going to have a baby?”

He leaned down suddenly and gently pressed his ear to Anko’s wide stomach, his hands lightly coming to a rest on it. She paused and watched the top of the blonde’s head. His hair tickled her skin through the mesh shirt stretched across her bump.

Naruto closed his eyes and just listened, wishing his hearing was sharper so that he could hear the tiny heartbeat. Under the pads of his fingers and the palms of his hands, he could feel some wiggling on the baby’s part. He could vaguely sense the small pocket of new chakra nestled safe and alive inside this woman.

“Wow,” Naruto breathed in awe. “That’s...really amazing, Anko-sensei.”

She blinked in surprise, a little embarrassed. Iruka had no such reservations.

“Isn’t it, Naruto?” He said excitedly before bending down and cooing at her belly, “Six months along already and you’re going to grow up to be a big strong ninja. Or even a teacher like me.”

Naruto chuckled at his father-figure’s weird behaviour and Anko pushed his face away from her stomach with a smile.

“Don’t do that! It’s bad enough that I have to go through this ridiculous process. I’m off missions for the next six months at least because of this!” She sounded irritated but she couldn’t keep the smile off her face, so neither male took her too seriously.

Anko, having grown used to being treated a little coldly after her return from Orochimaru, was still somewhat uncharacteristically bashful at Iruka’s kindness. Even though she had had nearly three years to grow accustomed to it.

What a strange couple, Naruto thought. They seem to get along okay, though. Unlike me and Sasuke.

“Heh, I kind of wish I could have a kid of my own someday,” Naruto confessed, tucking his arms behind his head. “Though I doubt Sasuke’s in any hurry to get knocked up.”

Though they all laughed at the idea, Iruka’s keen observational skills detected a small note of sadness in the blonde’s tone. Naruto did love kids.

“Well, there’s always adoption,” Iruka suggested. “There are always orphans in need of a home in a shinobi village, after all.”

Iruka had apparently said the right thing as Naruto visibly brightened at the mention of helping an orphan.

“Alright, I want to eat!” Anko injected. “I’ve been craving ramen all day.”

With that she entered Ichiraku’s, the curtain falling behind her as she reached out to steady herself on the counter.

“I’ll talk to you soon, Iruka-sensei!” Naruto called happily as the teacher moved to follow her.

Naruto smiled at the wispy clouds lolling about the sky as he walked down the street, content because of his meal and still thinking about how strange and wonderful babies were.

As such, he nearly missed the startled gasp.

“Gah!”

He looked around him, taking in the empty street with a frown. Taking a few more steps forward, he stuck his head around the corner of the wooden fence lining the path and was met with a pair of red Inuzuka tattoos and a pair of white Hyuuga eyes.

“Hey, Hinata! Whatcha hiding here for?” He asked loudly.

/Oh no, oh, what do I do? I’m not ready for this. I haven’t talked to him in three years, what do I say?/ She thought anxiously, biting her lip at his close proximity to her face and knowing it would be a little inappropriate to just flat-out faint.

His eyes flickered to the dark seal on her chest under the mesh shirt and she automatically covered it with her left hand.

“I-I u-um,” she stuttered out, the colour of her face threatening to drown out her facial markings.

“Are you okay?” He asked, concerned.

She thought that she really wasn’t and shook her head.

“I-I have t-to go,” she muttered, running past the utterly confused Naruto as both her hands came up to press into her burning face.

/I still can’t even talk to him/, she thought miserably, her heart aching.

Tears blurred her eyesight and she wiped her cheeks, not looking behind her as she ran from the person that embodied not only everything she couldn’t have, but everything she couldn’t be.

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The sun was very low in the sky and turning a juicy orange-gold when Naruto found himself making his way up the stairs to Sasuke’s, no, their apartment. He fished around for his key so that by the time he got to the front door, he only had to stand there searching for it for another minute or so. He pulled it out, liking the way it glinted in the early evening light, and then realised the door was unlocked.

Naruto scowled and tucked the key back into his pocket, figuring Sasuke was already home and just waiting to make fun of him for not noticing the door’s status sooner. He pushed open the door and kicked it behind him as he entered. The room was much darker than the bright outdoor corridor he had just left and Naruto’s sight had hardly adjusted when a familiar pair of hands grabbed two fistfuls of the front of his jacket and slammed him back into the closed door.

Is Sasuke still pissed off about this afternoon? Is he actually going to kill me? Should I bring up cooking really quickly? Naruto thought for a frantic few seconds while his hands groped around in the dark, finally coming to grip Sasuke’s wrists. He felt Sasuke’s weight shift more forward and one of the hands fisted in his jacket released its hold in favour of sliding almost sensuously up over his shoulder.

Naruto’s train of thought screeched to a halt. And then cautiously began to go in reverse. He heard Sasuke’s fingernails lightly scrape the door behind his shoulder.

“Sasuke...” Naruto started to say, his voice seeming far too loud in the hush of the room. His eyes had adjusted to the dim room well enough that he could make out the pair of dark eyes watching him carefully.

He couldn’t see the blush painted across the Uchiha’s cheeks as Sasuke’s thoughts sharply went in the direction of his shower that morning.

“Just...shut up,” Sasuke muttered.

He leaned in and their lips brushed briefly. And then their mouths met, open and unresisting, both sets of eyes firmly sliding shut almost involuntarily. There was a pause where they just stood there with their lips together and their eyes closed, just breathing in the scent of the other and discovering the feel of the soft and hard angles inside each other’s mouths.

Sasuke’s grip relaxed from an attack into a hold aimed more at keeping Naruto’s body as close to his as possible. A hum of lust ran through both boys’ bodies but as Naruto ensconced himself in his teammate’s embrace, he sensed something else too.

After a beat, the dark-haired teen drew back with a small breath.

“You’re not a monster,” he whispered into Naruto’s mouth.

“You’re not like your brother,” Naruto whispered back.

Sasuke had forgotten how to give apologies and Naruto had never quite learned how to receive them. But one thing they both understood was physical action and the way they touched each other.

So their intimate, messy dance continued.

Sasuke’s fingers curled around Naruto’s neck and he drew the jinchuuriki closer until their lips met again fervently. As Sasuke pushed the blonde’s hitaeite up and off, he tilted his rival’s head back to gain deeper access to his mouth. In response, Naruto’s tongue impatiently shot forward to glide roughly against Sasuke’s own. The forehead protector was dropped to the side, already forgotten.

Naruto clutched at Sasuke’s shoulders and his hips and his ass, and the dark-haired ninja didn’t want the feeling of those hands on him and those lips on his to stop. The rough caresses felt so good to Sasuke’s overheated form. They melded their bodies as close as possible and the heat coursing through them spiked when their hard erections aligned.

Naruto unhurriedly pulled back and met Sasuke’s gaze hotly. With their panting breaths intermingling, he pressed the palm of his hand against the base of Sasuke’s stomach and moved it upwards with agonizing slowness, lifting the white shirt up as he went.

The warm, calloused hand stroking up the lines of his abdominal muscles was quickly liquidating Sasuke’s brain and his entire world was zeroed in on the sensation.

But regardless of how good it felt, he knew what Naruto was doing: being cautious and giving Sasuke ample time to shove him away. He snorted, finished pulling his shirt off by himself, and then slid a knee between Naruto’s legs to keep him in place against the door while he dragged down the zipper on the orange and black jacket.

Naruto groaned in the back of his throat and pressed himself into the delicious contact Sasuke’s thigh was making against his groin. Sasuke shuddered at Naruto’s small thrusts against him and shoved the jacket off over the blonde’s shoulders before letting it drop to the floor. He then tugged his rival’s shirt over his head in a much more hurried fashion than his had come off. His only thoughts were on eliminating the layers of fabric between him and the blonde.

With both shirts out of the way, their mouths met again hungrily. Meanwhile hands stroked abs and thumbs found nipples, and one of Sasuke’s hands coasted south to teasingly run over the impressive bulge in those orange pants. He then manoeuvred Naruto’s tongue into his mouth and sucked it. Hard.

Naruto’s knees outright buckled.

Sasuke half caught him and they both slid slowly down the door, mouths still clasped together while they happily explored the delightful way their legs were now entwined. Naruto’s back was still pressed against the door and he found to some annoyance that his rival had landed mostly on top of him.

But before he could complain, Sasuke’s knees slid off the sides of both his thighs so that they rested on the floor and his groin was suddenly pressing into Naruto’s. The blonde shoved his hips upwards and groaned as he felt Sasuke’s hardness meet his own through their layers of clothes. Sasuke pressed a hand into the wall beside Naruto’s head and ground his hips down in reply.

“Nngh, Sasuke...” Naruto choked out through the intense sensations.

He felt Naruto’s hands run up his bare chest and grip his exposed shoulders. Nails dug into his pale skin and the tiny pinpricks of pain only made his arousal harder. They continued to rock against one another until Naruto arched under him, shifting their entire combined centre of gravity.

Sasuke’s eyes opened in surprise and his hand returned to the nape of Naruto’s neck for balance as his team mate tipped him backwards. There was a brief second where their kiss broke when Naruto had to make sure they didn’t land too heavily. Then the hardwood floor was uncomfortably cool against the overheated flesh of Sasuke’s back, but then Naruto was straddling him and it didn’t matter.

Naruto leaned forward, his arms coming to rest on either side of his rival’s dark head as he sank down into another pulse-racing kiss. Sasuke’s hands gripped the blonde’s biceps lustfully.

Naruto pressed every inch of himself down into his team mate and was rewarded with a rather loud, masculine groan Sasuke could hardly believe came from him. Through their remaining clothes, Naruto could tell that Sasuke was throbbing hard. The thrill of knowing he was causing that made him shudder slightly and he kissed Sasuke until he had the dark-haired teen squirming underneath him.

His mind still melting from the intimate contact, Sasuke found himself instinctively lifting a leg and hooking it around Naruto’s waist, pulling the blonde down harder against himself with each thrust. Naruto gasped harshly into the other’s mouth as the friction between them sharply increased.

Sasuke’s hand was suddenly between their grinding bodies, undoing the button and rasping down the zipper of Naruto’s fly. And then a calloused hand was palming his hard erection. Naruto’s flushed forehead dropped onto a pale shoulder in exquisite relief as Sasuke’s thumb stroked down the hard length before swirling languidly around the wet tip.

A low moan of pleasure escaped him and every part of him was absolutely melting into the movement of Sasuke’s hand. The waistband of his boxers and pants slipped further down and out of their way.

Naruto was digging his nails into the hardwood floor and Sasuke felt the blonde’s breaths grow more ragged against his neck in accordance to how fast his hand pumped. Naruto was still lying between his spread legs and their groins were still precariously close. This meant that on his hand’s every upstroke of Naruto’s straining cock, his wrist grazed his own bulge ever so slightly. That light contact combined with the lustful sounds coming from Naruto’s lips only served to feed the fire boiling in his gut.

When Naruto’s hips began thrusting more insistently, Sasuke licked his lips, placed his mouth on the sensitive skin below Naruto’s ear and--like he’d done with his rival’s tongue earlier--sucked. Hard.

“Ga-ah-AHHH!” Naruto cried, lurching into the muscular body of his team mate, trying to press himself further into the luscious ministrations of Sasuke’s hands and mouth as his cum shot across the dark-haired teen’s toned stomach.

Sasuke swiped his tongue one last time across the light red hickey forming below the blonde’s ear and then slowly disengaged his sticky fingers from his husband’s cock. His nose crinkled slightly at the feel of it.

Then Naruto shifted where he lay on top of him and the unexpected friction against his clothed erection ripped a needy moan from Sasuke’s throat. Blond hair tickled his cheek for a second and then soft lips were back on his own. Naruto lifted shifted his weight onto his knees while his mouth sucked and nipped Sasuke’s unresisting lips. His hand trailed down Sasuke’s torso to quickly undo the dark shorts and push them not only out of the way, but all the way down those pale thighs. Sasuke blinked in surprise but let Naruto pull his boxers and shorts completely off.

It was a good thing he’d already stripped off the protective wrappings on his legs, Sasuke thought. He might look a bit odd being completely naked save his shins.

The warm air of the room bathed his heated body completely and the dark-haired teen didn’t have time to consider that he’d never been so exposed in another person’s presence before when an open-mouthed kiss was pressed hotly into the soft flesh of his inner thigh.

“Naruto!” He gasped, his voice raw with need. He attempted to get enough air into his lungs while a reminder of the morning’s fantasy came back to him.

He felt Naruto grin obnoxiously into his leg and then another kiss was planted wetly a little higher up. Sasuke’s toes curled as Naruto’s mouth steadily blazed a trail closer to the part that wanted the contact most.

Suddenly, a tongue ran down the underside of Sasuke’s hard length and his hips actually lifted off the floor. The blonde curiously suckled its end, which was dewy with pre-cum, and then splayed a hand on each of his rival’s muscular thighs before dropping his head down and taking Sasuke in as far as he could.

“God!” Sasuke groaned loudly as Naruto began to suck and lick ardently, bobbing his head up and down the length of cock in his mouth.

He experimentally swallowed around the shaft a few times and Sasuke’s hands threaded their way into blonde hair desperately.

This was better than anything he could’ve imagined by himself. The warm, wet mouth running over his manhood was driving him to incoherency and it wasn’t long before he felt his balls tighten. His dark head thumped the floor as ecstasy suddenly sang through his nerves.

His knees crooked and his hips bucked up involuntarily. And Sasuke managed to choke out Naruto’s name before coming violently in the blonde’s mouth.

Naruto gagged slightly but he swallowed. He pulled back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, taking in the sated form of his rival with some smugness. Exhausted and satiated himself, he languidly crawled forward and slumped down comfortably on the floor at Sasuke’s side.

The blonde tipped himself sideways a little and pressed a slow kiss into the pale, cooling skin of Sasuke’s shoulder. When he opened his eyes, he found Sasuke watching him, a small smile lying uninhibited on his face for the first time in Naruto’s memory.

The Kyuubi vessel soaked in the sight, liking the way his husband looked after orgasm. After a long pause, he mumbled tiredly:

“We should try to get to the bed...”

Sasuke held his gaze unabashedly.

“...few more minutes.”

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