Evolution

Title: Pretty When You're Mine
Author: Becca Amon
Genre: AU
Pairings: Sasuke x Naruto
Warnings: Shounen ai, yaoi, lemon, language
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimers apply.
Contact: Free_Fall00@hotmail.com
Archiving: Please ask author for permission.
Author's note: Just thought you guys would like to read something that doesn’t make you angry or cry. It’s Christmas after all. Thank you Saro-lynne for beta-ing and helping me with the whole thing.

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I groaned awake, blinking and trying to bat away the irritating shaft of light coming in through the window. I felt stiff and sticky. Looking around, still drowsy, I found a hard body pressed against me that was enough to render me fully awake. I flinched back, tensing and then relaxing when I spied the familiar head of blond hair. Resting my head against the pillow, I closed my eyes tight. I recalled the night before--everything--and in the light of day, without the shadows to hide us or the alcohol to dull my mind, I looked toward Naruto again, and I didn’t know what to think.

He gave a light snore, his chest rising as he breathed. Naruto asleep was a familiar sight, but it was entirely new to see him asleep naked. I bit my bottom lip when I saw the bruises on his hips. The pads of my fingers itched to trace the patterns, to match the prints with its respective fingers. Instead I kept my hands to myself and watched him sleep.

“You know, it’s kinda creepy when someone watches you sleep.” Naruto murmured waking. His voice was still husky, eyelids heavy. He sat up and turned to me, making the mattress squeak.

Silence settled over us. We had once been able to face each other without awkwardness after every ugly experience we’ve gone through. Through all the hangovers and sleeping off all the highs and then some. But suddenly the morning light was too bright and the sight of Naruto’s lips no longer looked impersonal. I had tasted them, bit them and pulled. His eyes lowered, roving over my naked chest and then lower. He was probably thinking the same thing.

How to break this discomfort, I had no idea. I didn’t usually have this problem. Typically, I was gone before the girl I had been with woke or she had dragged herself out before I even stirred.

Naruto sighed, his shoulders sagging, expression of deep thought. He looked to his side--pouting--and then up at me. He grinned and waggled his eyebrows comically. Unbidden, my own grin split my face. And just like that, my unease lifted. And then Naruto leaned forward splaying his hand over my chest, his palm warm against my chilled skin. Holding my gaze, he brought our lips together slowly. He watched me and I kissed back. He held the kiss for an instant and then released it.

“Morning breath.” He snickered as he moved away and began to stand. Before he could leave, I grabbed hold of his wrist and pulled him to me. He came back unresisting, straddled my thighs, took a deep breath and held onto my shoulders. He put our foreheads together and started to rock against me. My hands found his hips and followed his movement. The feeling of him excited me as it had the night before.

I strained my neck up and captured his lips and he met me half-way. Our kisses were tame, still unsure. As we kissed, I felt him growing hard against me, sliding against my abdomen while his ass slid against my own hardening cock. Naruto was like this, addictive. He pulls you in and you can’t help but be drawn willingly.

Naruto grunted when my hand squeezed in between our grinding bodies and palmed him, thumbing the wet tip. He moved back, his blue eyes darting below to watch me pump his cock. I paused and brought my hand up in front of his lips, palm facing him. He gave a roguish smirk and licked my hand. His spit coated my palm. He sucked on my fingers, slowly, teasingly and left them all wet. I rocked up to tease him in return before wrapping my slick fingers around his cock and pumped him until his breath hitched and he groaned my name. His fingernails dug into my skin, making my insides twist.

Lowering his head, he lapped along my jaw-line, teeth nipping at the skin, pulling and then kissing it better. I hissed when he tagged that spot on my neck. The one I had told him a girl had found when she cornered me in the boy’s locker room and offered to suck me off. He worried on it, lapping and kissing, leaving me breathless.

He was grinding faster and his warm breath against my skin was short and swift. I felt his body tensing, he must be close. His other hand joined mine around his cock and together, we stroked him. Naruto threw his head back, neck muscles showing in relief as beads of sweat slid down his skin. He looked down at me, gaze unblinking and mouth partly open. There was a small wrinkle in between his eyebrows and at the bridge of his nose, while his tongue darted out to lick pink lips.

His jaws clamped together, lips parting to reveal white teeth. He bit his bottom lip, squeezed his eyelids shut and came in our hands. I felt him shudder against me, his body shaking as he rode out his orgasm. Fringes damp with sweat , eyebrows drawn together.

I slowed down my strokes--he had stopped altogether--as he slumped against me, chin resting on my shoulder. He took deep gulps of air, his breath loud and near. I released my grip on his softening cock and found my other hand had gripped his thigh, leaving red, crescent marks on his skin.

The sight of him, hair still sleep tousled, muscles straining and sweat in the morning light, reminded me I was still painfully hard. He seemed to have noticed as well when I grunted after he moved. He kissed the side of my head and then my cheek; which felt like an odd place to be kissed by him. His hand traveled down to the inside of my forearm, tracing the series of veins under my skin.

“We should probably take care of that.” Naruto whispered, moving his hips against me. I grit my teeth and looked at him in irritation. Heavy lidded, he gave me a lazy grin.

I wound my arms around him, holding him to me like I’ve always wanted but never dared. He gave a slight start of surprise, back tensing where my hands rested, but he eventually relaxed and sagged in my arms.

A moment later, a buzzing noise interrupted us. We looked around, Naruto crawling off me and flipping over clothing, pillows and sheets.

“What is it?” I asked, taking the opportunity to appreciate the unconscious display of his toned body.

“My cell phone,” he answered before giving a triumphant cry when he found the vibrating object inside his pants’ pocket. He flipped it open, leaning back against the headboard as he spoke to the caller.

He grabbed my ankle, telling me to sit beside him. Curious, I did as he requested and blinked in surprise when I saw the lube in his hand. I guess he found it while he was looking around.

“Yeah? Hello? Oh hey, Ino,” He grinned to me as he popped the lubricant’s lid open, squeezing some onto my hand. “Sasuke? Oh he’s alright…Uhh no...No hangover...” He guided my hand toward my cock, helping me coat it with the oily liquid. I kept my grunts quiet when he stroked me, eyes meeting my gaze. He licked his bottom lip and then bit it as he watched his hand working. “Nah, we didn’t do much…He seemed tired. I just let him sleep it off.” Releasing my cock, he held my hand open and squeezed some more lube onto the surface. Furrowing my eyebrows, I looked to him curiously, asking what he was up to.

He spread his legs, cock half-hard. With eyes gleaming, he brought my fingers to brush against his hole. My eyes widened and couldn’t stop the startled “What?” from escaping my mouth. He pressed my finger closer. I guess he was serious.

“How was the party last night? Yeah? That good? Sorry we left early…” His voice was even, controlled, but I saw how his lips trembled and how his hand moved to fist the sheets beneath him when one slick finger entered him. “Shikamaru? He did that?” He laughed softly, hips thrusting up as I pushed in deeper, pulled out, then back in. “Sorry we missed it…I would have like to see Shikamaru dance the tango with Kiba.” I raised an eyebrow at that and pushed another finger in. He grunted into the phone, suddenly gripping the headboard when I brushed his prostate. He breathed deeply into the phone’s speaker, swallowing a moan as I pushed in and out. “Yeah…Yeah…I’m still here,” he reassured, a bit breathless.

My cock throbbed painfully, leaking pre-cum. I felt his muscles, taut around my slick fingers. I lapped at my lips and moved closer, pulling him up to straddle my thighs. He held onto my shoulder, other hand holding the cell phone to his ear. His speech was becoming jumbled, but Ino hadn’t seemed to notice because she kept on talking.

“Ah, your friend Sakura showed up? Yeah, too bad…Yeah, maybe we could meet her another time. I’m sure we’ll like her.” I held his hip steady as I positioned my cock to take him. He lowered himself slowly, eyes closing and teeth gritting to keep from crying out. “Yeah! I’m sure she’s a,” he paused, lowering himself more, taking me in. I let out a soft moan and couldn’t stop from thrusting fully inside him. He cried out and then kept talking. “a sweet girl. Your best friend right? From high school?”

We were panting, but he kept his breath low and quiet. I heard the sound of cracking plastic and saw that he was gripping the phone hard. After answering a couple more of Ino’s questions, he began to move. I muffled a startled cry by biting on his shoulder, squeezing him to me tight. I thrust upwards, meeting his strokes, pushing in hard and then sliding out. I knew I hit his prostate when he stiffened and grabbed the back of my head, prying it away from his shoulder to kiss my mouth, moaning into it. I plunged in faster, moving him with me. He looked into my eyes as his tongue met mine, sliding against it with a wet sound.

Releasing my mouth, he spoke into the phone once more. “Yeah…” he bit his lip, I thrust up hard and fast. “Maybe we could meet for coffee later--good idea, bring her along.”

He ground our bodies together, now slick with sweat and his cum on my stomach. I wrapped my fingers around his hard cock and pumped him in time to my swift thrusts. The muscles on his abdomen and thighs tensed.

“Fuck!” his hand flew to my hair, pulling viciously. I winced and pushed into him hard, making sure I brushed his prostate. “No, nothing’s wrong…listen I’ll call you back in a couple of minutes, k? Yeah, I won’t forget. Bye.” He said the last bit in a rush, quickly flipped the phone close and tossed it to the side.

Both hands free, Naruto pushed me to lie on my back, hands roving over my chest. He leaned forward to kiss me, sucking on my tongue and thrusting his own inside. He moved on top of me, pushing me in and out. I moaned into his mouth, his muscles tight and hot around me. I felt the ball of pleasure in my stomach, twisting and clawing to get out. Beads of sweat left me slick and my toes curled at the buzzing in my veins.

Naruto's muscles trembled beneath my hands, and his breath came in quick pants. I swallowed, thrusts losing their rhythm and just pushing in and pulling out as fast as I could. Naruto lowered his lips to my nipple and lapped, worried on it and pulled, his other hand pumping his cock. He bit my pink flesh and I came hard. White hot pleasure uncurled in me, cry leaving my throat hoarse and stomach aching as I shot inside him. I heard nothing--eyelids shut--barely even heard his own cry as he came on top of me.

My breath passed through gritted teeth and the bed sheet was damn with my sweat. I had clutched Naruto’s hair in between my fingers and my other hand held his ass.

He had collapsed on top of me, lips and hot breath tickling my ear. I heard his loud heartbeat and still felt my pulse racing.

Sitting up, Naruto moved off me, wincing as I pulled out. He sat back against my headboard, head resting on it, his eyes closed and mouth parted for breath. I couldn’t move my body except to shift for a more comfortable position, so I remained where I was. I felt my eyes drifting close, but fought to keep them open.

“What did Ino say?” I asked breathless, although I could guess most of it from what I had heard of the conversation.

Without opening his eyes, he gestured vaguely to where the cell phone had landed. “Her best friend from high school actually showed up. Sakura or something. Said we should meet her. She might be your type. She’s single, probably looking for a boyfriend. Ino said they’re going shopping later. We should meet for coffee.”

“Sakura…” The name was familiar to me. I’ve heard it before. My slow brain was still fogged, refusing to cooperate.

“I need a fucking shower.” Naruto mumbled from his place. “And breakfast.”

I grunted, agreeing with him. Breakfast and a shower sounded really good. But I was still exhausted, so stayed put for a bit more. Suddenly, the memory came to me, where I had heard that name from.

“Hey, isn’t Sakura the girl Ino had wanted to strip, push her face in a mattress and screw silly?” I asked, smirking and opening my eyes to find Naruto grinning and looking my way.

“Heh, yeah. That’s what she said when she got drunk last summer, right? Because the girl didn’t show up and Ino got wasted.”

“So, why does Ino think she’d be my type?” I wondered, sitting up, finally regaining some of my strength.

“I dunno. Maybe she gave up--Are you gonna make me breakfast?” Naruto perked up as I got off the bed. I snorted and sifted through my drawers for a pair of boxers, a shirt and some pants. I tossed them to Naruto and I got myself the same items.

“You can use my washroom, I’ll use Itachi’s.” He knew where the towels were so I left him to it. From down the hall I heard him ask. “Are you making me breakfast?”

I snickered and told him I would.

I brushed my teeth quickly while I waited for the water to warm. The shower was bliss on my tired muscles and felt good on my scalp. I washed absentmindedly, thoughts focused on the last night. I’ve known I had been attracted to my best friend for almost eight months. Before, it never bothered me when he went out with anyone. It still barely bothered me after I found out I liked him. But it had started to, these last few weeks. I hadn’t planned last night, it had just happened. If it didn’t turn out the way it had, then I wouldn’t have a best friend to cook breakfast for this morning. I sighed in relief, knowing that he was alright with this, but still couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking of right now. I heard pounding to the washroom’s door—realizing I’ve been washing a while--and poked my head out of the shower curtains to listen.

“What?” I asked, wincing when some shampoo got into my eye.

“Breakfast…Feed me…” Naruto whined.

“Asshole! Be patient!” I shouted and began to rinse the shampoo off quickly.

When I came out, dressed and hair towel-dried, my bed had new sheets and the old ones were inside my hamper. Naruto’s wallet, keys and phone were on my bed, along with my things while he tossed our dirty clothes to join the old sheets. His shirt clung to his skin, probably threw his shirt on before he had time to dry completely. His damp hair drooped down, not yet its usual spiky style.

“What do you want for breakfast?” I asked, checking the time. It was almost noon. I wondered at the time we’d lost. “Umm, lunch?”

“Breakfast.” He grinned.

I sighed and gestured for him to follow me out of the room and down the stairs. He walked closely behind me; I couldn't help but feel his gaze on my back.

I whipped up a small breakfast and we ate with our usual banter flying back and forth. It felt like any other morning when he slept over, only with sex, and my eyes openly roving over him. After breakfast we headed to the living room and watched some T.V. We hogged both ends of the couch, his legs tangled with mine across its length, because he eats up space like that. After popping in a DVD movie and a few minutes of mindlessly watching it, he crawled over to me and started a kissing session.

I think I liked how we kissed. It was as familiar as blinking, yet so new I couldn’t help but get excited when we touched. Our bodies mimicked our tongues, mingling. We would pause for breath, but for only a short while and our hands on each other wouldn’t let go. I like the feel of his weight over me and his legs in between mine. His fingers in my hair and my fingers splayed on his back.

By the time I had looked away from him, the movie’s credits were rolling, the ending song at its last verse. The screen blanked and then turned blue. Naruto got off the couch and pulled me to stand with him. He said we should meet Ino at the coffee shop and her friend Sakura. I looked at his tousled hair and I imagined mine was a mess as well. He lost his top and my pants’ zipper was open. He sported two distinct red marks at the juncture where his neck and shoulder met and his lips were kiss-swollen.

He thought if we left now, we’ll have plenty of time to sit around and get to know Sakura and make up for missing Ino’s party. I thought he should shut up, follow me upstairs and kiss me again.

We never made it to the coffee shop.

End