Spiral Falling

Title: Spiral Falling
Author: BeccaAmon
Genre: AU
Pairings: Naruto x Sasuke x Naruto
Warnings: Shounen ai, yaoi, lemon, language
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Author’s note: My first Naruto and NC-17 fanfiction. Be kind, enjoy^^. Thanks for reading.
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AN: Un-beta-ed. Thank you so much for all the great comments and reviews! =^.^=. I’m glad you’re enjoying it so much. Chapters 18-22 has been beta'd.

“….” - Dialogue
* - Scene change/ time pass

Chapter 23 - Whimsical fate

Naruto crossed the street and made it just in time as the traffic light blinked in yellow. Without warning, as he was stepping onto the sidewalk, three kids riding bicycles turned at the curve. They swerved chaotically around his body, barely missing him. He dodged them as best he could, arms flailing and feet jumping out of the way.

"Hey watch it you brats!" He shouted after them as he attempted to right his balance.

With no word of apology given, the kids kept going, not even looking back. He suddenly thought of how similar the encounter was to life, to fate; it surprises you and tries to run you down with barely an ounce of regret. And then the sky tilted in his vision as he watched the bodies and wheels disappear into the distance. He began to pitch backwards, but his fall was stopped by hands catching him on both shoulders.

He fell into a rush of fragrance, of smoke and spice, as strong hands squeezed where they held him. His back collided with a strong chest. Dazed, he turned to thank the person but paused when he heard a deep voice speak his name knowingly.

"Uzumaki Naruto-kun, wasn't it?"

He turned fully around and pulled away from the stranger. A breeze swirled by as long strands of blue-black hair were teased by the wind. Familiar, yet not, dark eyes looked down at him in blank regard.

"Who --"

The stranger turned his head toward the other side of the street calmly, almost expectant.

Naruto followed the cool gaze only to find Sasuke, bristling with the angriest expression he had ever seen on the handsome face. The scowl seemed to intensify as the red light glowed sluggishly. Cars zoomed past, stirring the air between them.

Naruto's eyes remained firmly fixed on Sasuke while at the same time he tried to stay conscious of the man in front of him. He could not ignore the disturbing resemblance between the stranger and Sasuke or at the intense way they looked at each other. The stranger's silent presence was almost chilling, rivaling Sasuke's obvious anger. Naruto’s curiosity grew by the crawl of the second.

The streets cleared, becoming free of any passing vehicles. The crossing light shone from red to green. And yet, Sasuke remained motionless. Just when Naruto thought the light would change again before Sasuke decided to move, the boy took a step forward. Each deliberate step toward them made the scowl on his face darker.

When finally Sasuke and the stranger came face to face with only a small distance separating them, Naruto had the strongest urge to hold onto Sasuke, as if an invisible rift began to draw them apart. He shook his head at the stupid thought; Sasuke was right in front of him, or rather, in front of the stranger.

“What--" Sasuke began, voice sounding strained as if it was hard to speak. His chest heaved like it was difficult to breathe as well. "What are you doing here, Itachi?”


Naruto stepped back, without meaning to. Sasuke's voice was made of something dark, unfamiliar.

“You've grown impolite, little brother. I expected better from you.”

“What the hell? Little brother?!” Naruto blanched, staggering back, but it seemed neither heard his outburst.

“I expected you to be dead. So, what the hell are you doing alive?” Sasuke ground out through clenched teeth.

“Don't be an idiot, Sasuke. Get in the car. We'll be late for dinner with Mother and Father.” The man said, as if unbothered by Sasuke’s anger.

Just as the stranger, Itachi, said this, a black car pulled up to the street beside them. The driver, a tall man clad in a pressed uniform, stepped out and moved around the car to open the back door.

“I'm not going anywhere with you.”

“Walk then. Don't be late. Father would not be pleased.” Itachi turned back to Naruto, tilting his head to the side as he regarded him quietly.

"Forgive the interruption, Naruto-kun. Perhaps, we could speak at another time." Itachi proposed.

Without waiting for a response, Itachi left Naruto's side and walked to the car. He stepped inside and disappeared into the dark interior. A second later, the driver shut the door and moved around once more to get back to the driver's seat. The car sped away, headed to the direction of Sasuke's house.

Sasuke stood staring at the distance with his hands curled into fists by his sides. The muscles along his jaws worked tightly, gripped by obvious frustration.

Naruto walked toward his silent friend. “Hey, what the hell was that about?” Only to be brushed aside as the other teen ran to the direction of his home, without an explanation or a backward glance.

Naruto blinked at the spot where Sasuke's figure disappeared to. He tilted his head to the side, confused.

“Fine. I'll talk to you tomorrow.” He muttered into the quiet sidewalk and then turned to go home.

Dark came. The street lights lit his path and the evening breeze made the trees shiver. Naruto was hardly bothered by the cold as his occupied mind played back the scenes with the stranger and Sasuke over and over. He told himself to be patient. Sasuke will tell him about it. Maybe.


*

Sasuke quietly shut his bedroom door. The latch caught and a soft whoosh whispered as the door fitted against the frame. He rested his forehead against its wooden surface, sighing deeply. The fingers curled around the doorknob began to shake so he uncurled them and brought them to his lips. He felt his warm breath bounce back to his nose and lips as he allowed another repressed sigh escape. He turned to rest his back on the door and then slowly slid down to sit, leaning against it. He brought his knees up for his chin to rest on, his hands hugging his legs close to his chest.

It had been a trying evening. His mother looked as if she had been ready to burst into tears and his father…His father had pulled Itachi to him and embraced his brother. Itachi had regaled them with stories of entering prestigious schools, of his achievements, of his current position of power at a large firm. And at the same time, he had asked Sasuke of his own accomplishments, of his academic standing in school. Itachi had spoken in clipped tones, cold and reserved, belittling. He had also seemed guarded and secretive, dodging several questions from his parents. However, it had been enough for his mother and father, for their faces to crack into real emotions of pride, happiness and acceptance.

When he had seen Itachi bathed in sunset in front of Naruto, his mind had drawn a blank, and then instantly memories assaulted him. With the memories came emptiness and his once distracted anger -- distracted by Naruto’s presence in his life -- rekindled and flared.

But his parents' reactions were different, kind and forgiving, favoring. Just like before.

They had forgotten just as quickly the years of silent suffering they went through. 'Had it been that long?' Sasuke asked himself. Time could often move so fast, but there were times when it crawled and you felt every excruciating second.

They had forgotten Sasuke again.

Gritting his teeth, he stood. He grabbed a towel from his closet and headed to the bathroom for a shower.

As the drizzling water took its path down his body, soaking into his hair and wetting his skin, he worked hard to not recall the past. He didn't need for the past to bother him when he already had the present to deal with. And if the three fates were as cruel as they had been tonight, perhaps he also had his future to worry about.

When he exited the bathroom and slipped into his room, he was met once more with the sight of his brother's back. Itachi stood over his study desk silently, his imposing presence easily filling the room.

“You have more pictures of your friends than that of diplomas and trophies.” Itachi observed.

“Get out.”

Sasuke grabbed a pair of boxers and a set of sleeping wear from his drawers. Tossing his towels to the side, he dressed quickly, hoping after he had pulled the neckline of his shirt over his head that his brother would have gone. His hair wet the V-shaped neckline of his shirt as he slipped it on. When the fabric revealed his eyes, he saw that his brother had yet to leave.

Itachi picked up a familiar frame and held it to the light. He stared into the image, and turned to Sasuke, the frame still in his hands.

“Uzumaki Naruto. Your friend, Sasuke?”

“I said to get out.”

Itachi raised an eyebrow eloquently.

A couple of Sasuke's heartbeats sped by as silence oozed around the room. When the silence was almost stifling, Itachi moved, placing the frame back in its original spot. Instead of leaving it standing, he flipped the glass face onto the desk's surface, hiding the image.

“Don't waste your time on such a relationship, little brother. Mother and Father would surely be disappointed. It is not becoming of an Uchiha to settle for something so demeaning.”

The last of Sasuke's patience snapped and he lunged for his brother. “Get the fuck out!!!”

Itachi caught his arms in mid-motion and pulled. Sasuke suddenly found his face pressed into the mattress of his bed. His arms were twisted and held tight, while a hard knee pressed against his spine. He gritted his teeth as pain lanced us his shoulders. A blush covered his face at the humiliating position he found himself in.

“You're pathetic, little brother. Very disappointing.” Itachi whispered, his grip getting stronger at every word spoken.

Sasuke cried out in pain. The grip on his arms lessened and then Itachi pushed away and let him go. Sasuke kept his face pressed into his sheets and waited until the door opened, closed again and then for his brother's footsteps to grow faint and finally disappear. He pushed himself up, cradling his abused arm and then moved to sit on his window's ledge to watch his brother's car drive away. It didn't matter that his brother wasn't going to spend. To Sasuke, his presence had already been embraced by the house.

Reaching for a small ordinary-looking box sitting beside his books, his mind began to consider things. He opened the box and withdrew the gleaming chain with its spiral pendant. Sasuke held them up to the moonlight and as they swung in tandem, as they danced with the moonbeam, he knew what he had to do.

*

Sasuke watched Ino's moving lips as if in a trance. She stood in front of the class reciting from the chapter they were currently dissecting. He should have been listening, but he wasn't. He had already read the chapter and was a couple of pages ahead, but nevertheless, he had to look interested. The class president couldn't look like he was slacking off. After straightening his posture and schooling his features to look like he was paying attention, he allowed his mind to wander once more.

He had managed to avoid Naruto for most of the day so far. With an onslaught of excuses ranging from needing to be elsewhere, be it at meetings or tutorials or some hastily thought of location, he hadn't spent more than two minutes with the boy. Naruto looked as if he understood and allowed him room to flee, but surely he would get accosted by the boy sooner or later. He was almost certain Naruto was itching with curiosity concerning yesterday's unexpected events. He himself had spent most of the night sleepless, wondering about how his brother knew Naruto's name. He had also spent a large amount of time debating with himself about the wisdom of his decision.

Sasuke stifled an oncoming yawn. His eyes stung from the lack of sleep and his limbs felt heavy. Even his hair felt limp and flat.

A crumpled ball of paper landed on his textbook, startling him out of his daze. Catching the thrown projectile before it garnered any unwanted attention he looked around quickly to see where it had come from. Sakura waved inconspicuously at him and pointed at the ball of paper clutched in his hand. He looked toward Kakashi-sensei and found seemingly inattentive eyes roaming the rows of desks. But Sasuke knew better. Those eyes were sharp and caught everything. He tucked the wad of paper in his blazer pocket and chose to read it later when class was over.

At the end of class he had planned on running to the library to catch up on a few worksheets and also to avoid colliding with Naruto. They often met at the stairs after third period, just to catch up or try to say as many things to each other in a span of five minutes, but today, he would rather he avoided that part of the routine. Before he had the chance to leave his desk however, Kakashi-sensei called to him. He stopped his rapid packing and looked toward his teacher.

They waited until the class was empty until they spoke. Kakashi gathered a few sheets on his desk, organizing a little as the last of the students exited the room.

“I had an interesting visitor yesterday.” Kakashi mentioned nonchalantly.

Sasuke leaned on his desk, crossed his arms and waited for his teacher to continue.

“It must be nice to have your brother come visit.”

Sasuke didn’t comment.

“I gather things are alright at home then. Since you're not missing your classes and all.” Kakashi said as he peered into a test sheet.

“Of course things are fine, Kakashi-sensei. Why wouldn't they be?” Sasuke countered.

Kakashi hummed in thought, scratching his chin. “Well, things were fine too at that time.” Kakashi tilted his head back as if considering.

Sasuke gripped his arms tight around himself, feeling a coldness the sudden memories had invoked. If it wasn't for that time, Sasuke wouldn't even be speaking to Kakashi at that moment. He was indebted to Kakashi in a way, so he couldn't just walk away and tell him to mind his own business. With only so little words, Sasuke understood Kakashi's concern for him, but he didn't need any help this time. He hadn't needed any help at that time too, but Kakashi had still offered it.

Sasuke reluctantly watched as his hidden memories emerged to parade in his vision like a silent film stuck on the same frames. His eyes glazed with hurt. Sighing, he unfolded his arms and pushed away from his perch on the desk. He reached for the straps of his bag and then met his teacher's eyes.

“Things are fine, Kakashi-sensei. I can take care of myself this time.”

Kakashi kicked away from his spot and began to write down the next class' work on the board. With the man's back turned to him, Sasuke headed for the door.

“Well, if you're sure…” Kakashi's voice sounded in the classroom and made Sasuke pause in his steps. He considered the decision he made the night before, and then continued with sure strides toward the door, confident it was the right one.

Sasuke walked down the stairs and reached inside his pocket for Sakura's note. He unfolded the paper, noticing first the doodles made on the margin with a red inked pen and then the feminine scrawl. She asked him if he was alright. She told him that Naruto had seemed distracted that morning but wouldn't tell her why. She said she was there for him, if he wanted to speak with anyone. Her name was accompanied by a lopsided heart, the 'S' written in fancy thin curves.

It didn't surprise him that Sakura had noticed something was wrong. She had watched him for as long as they had known each other, he doubted she would stop watching anytime soon.

Sasuke returned the letter in its crumpled state and tossed it into the trash can he walked by.


*

"Oh my gosh! He's so hot! Ayumi come look!"

The school bell chimed, indicating the end of the school day.

Sasuke moved out of the way just in time as a few girls rushed by him to run to a window several girls had already occupied. They leaned out the square opening as if it would bring them closer to the object of their observation. Another chorus of squeals erupted from the bubbly cluster as he continued his way down the hallway.

"Jeez, it sounds like a circus down here."

Sasuke gave a small start and turned at the complaint to find Naruto by his side.

"Hey." Naruto greeted, grinning.

He nodded, returning the greeting and couldn't suppress the tiny smile that broke out at the sight of the boy despite his best effort to become distant and avoid Naruto.

"What are they looking at anyways?" Naruto wondered as Sasuke found his wrist grabbed. Naruto dragged him toward a window quickly. With their height, they were able to look over the heads of most of the girls.

Below, just beyond the school's front doors stood his brother, speaking to a teacher. At the street, the black car was parked, waiting.

Sasuke understood then, what all the commotion had been about. He looked at the girls whose admiration for him he had always ignored, but inwardly relished. All their eyes turned toward the figure of his brother, none saw him among them.

"Hey, that's the guy from yester--"

Sasuke pulled Naruto into an empty classroom before the boy had a chance to give the girls more reason to squeal. Which he found soon after was a mistake.

Naruto, he found, could easily dull his resolve. The boy stood blinking at him, blue eyes asking him to explain what he couldn't.

"What's wrong with you? Dragging me and--Hey! You have a brother! I didn't know that!" Naruto began to question.

Sasuke sighed, and then realized he still held Naruto's wrist. He twisted the lock on the door behind him and pulled Naruto to him. His resolve was crumbling in presence of the other boy. If he was asked another question, Sasuke knew he might give in.

"And that confrontation yesterday, what the hell was that about?"

Sasuke turned them around to push Naruto against the wall. He closed the distance between them and silenced Naruto's lips with a deep kiss. Naruto's protest turned into a groan when Sasuke lapped at the moist lips, entering the warm mouth and tracing teeth. He pressed himself against Naruto, one hand cradling the blond head and the other moved downward to unbutton the uniform shirt. His fingers fought with the stubborn buttons as his tongue moved against Naruto's own. He deepened the kiss while Naruto's arms snaked around his waist, fingertips digging into his back.

“Sasuke,” Naruto whispered, breathless. “Stop avoiding me. I know what you’re trying to do--”

Once more Naruto’s protest was cut off, melting into a startled gasp when Sasuke’s lips and tongue worked down his chest, teeth and lips latching onto a nipple.

Sasuke worried the erect nipple between his teeth, licking around and over it. He buried his hand into Naruto’s blond hair, pulling at the short stands, excited by the sounds Naruto made. Releasing Naruto’s nipple, he looked up to see Naruto’s head thrown back, teeth biting his bottom lip, eyes to the ceiling. The boy’s chest rose and fell after every deep breath as his hands moved up from Sasuke’s waist to grip his shoulder.

Sasuke watched as Naruto’s flushed expression turned angry. He winced when Naruto’s grip on his shoulder increased. With an unexpected shove, Naruto pushed him away, eyes bright, livid.

“If you don’t want to fucking tell me, just say so! Don’t try to distract me with… with this!” Naruto gestured to his open shirt. “I’m not fucking stupid!”

Sasuke righted himself from the desk he bumped into, running his fingers through his hair.
“I didn’t say you were stupid, Naruto.”

“You didn’t have to!” his friend retorted.

“Calm down, dob—Naruto.” Sasuke sighed.

“You know what I don’t get? I thought we were over this. I thought we could actually tell each other…things.”

“Don’t expect things, Naruto.” Sasuke winced, he shouldn’t have said that. But it had been said and Naruto looked angrier. The feral grin directed toward him seemed to promise violence.

“What?” Naruto ground out.

“I can’t deal with this right now.” Sasuke breathed, walking past Naruto. A grip around his wrist stopped him.

“Are you walking away?”

Sasuke grit his teeth and pulled away from the grip harshly. “Yeah.”

He unlocked the door, opened it and stepped out, not looking back. He couldn’t. He didn’t know if he would have the strength to do what he decided to do, if he saw Naruto’s face. The door’s edge slapped against its frame, echoing in his mind.

He walked past the school gate, eyes trained on his brother. When he was about to speak, an unfamiliar female voice greeted him. He turned to his side. Against the stone walls surrounding the school, leaning casually was a girl with bleached blond hair in another school’s uniform. She waved at him, smiling as if she knew him. She looked familiar.

“Hiiii, you’re Sasuke-kun, right?”

Sasuke frowned at the familiarity she was showing him. “Who are you?”

She pouted in exaggeration. “Oh, how cold. Don’t you remember me?” She adjusted her posture as if it would help his memory, fists resting on her waist, a cocky grin on her face. Her dull blue eyes were a familiar color.

“I don’t know you.” He dismissed flatly and began to walk away.

“It sure was a surprise to find out that monster was capable of making friends. I wonder what he had to do to have such a hot guy like you as his friend. Must be something no one else can give or something he’s REALLY good at, since you don’t have that many close friends yourself.” The iciness in her voice, the implications. He remembered.

Sasuke turned swiftly just as she winked at him and started to walk away. She disappeared around the corner while his feet refused to budge.

He remembered, she was Naruto’s cousin. He wondered how he could have forgotten such a condescending smirk. Perhaps, because there had been too many girls that had approached him in the past who thought they really knew him. However he couldn’t wipe away the image of her expression in his mind, as if she really knew something. He repressed a foreboding shudder and found his brother had gone during the small exchange.

Sasuke gripped the handles of his bag and walked in the direction of his home, the spot beside him, usually occupied by Naruto, was empty. His steps felt heavy, burdened.

The ride on the bus and train was quiet, despite the loud commuters and car horns and train tracks. When he got home, the house was dim and silent. Stepping back outside, he saw the gardener tending to his mother’s priced flowers.

“Ah, Sasuke-sama. You must be looking for your parents.” The man said without being asked. “I just saw them leave with Itachi-sama. I heard about some formal dinner.”

Sasuke wasn’t really curious. He was accustomed to coming home to an empty house, but he felt that distinct hurt again. And it was growing, eating him up. Without much thought, his feet carried him out of his yard, past his gates and down the street to the bus stop. After the seemingly too long ride, he found himself at Naruto’s doorstep.

He raised his fist to knock, knuckles colliding against the surface, sound echoing in the narrow hallway. There was no answer. He bit his lower lip, chastising himself for being incapable of even following through with his own restrictions and plans. He felt weak, even against his urges and wants. He wanted Naruto, but he shouldn’t. And yet, there he was, in front of the boy’s door. His fist uncurled and his palm rested against the flat surface, sliding down, giving up. Head bowed, he began to turn, go back to his empty house.

There was some shuffling on the other side of the door that made him pause. He heard the sounds of locks turning, before the door opened to reveal a still pissed-off Naruto. The apartment’s light framed his figure, expression hidden in part shadow, judging and wary.

Sasuke looked up beneath his veil of bangs, meeting the narrowed eyes.

“I…” I’m sorry. I’m a coward, but it’s not so easy to let go.

Sasuke lowered his eyes. But he couldn’t say it out loud. Even now, he was still debating whether he should stay or runaway.

“Bastard.” Naruto growled, but he raised his hand anyways, cupping the back of Sasuke’s neck and pulled him inside.

The door shut behind them as their breaths and lips met. The kiss was harsh and deep, with anger behind it. But he took Naruto’s anger in, accepted what he had caused. They moved around the apartment, knocking things off, tripping over their feet. He landed with a grunt on the hardwood floor, his elbows hurting. Naruto’s body covered his, hands pushing him down. Hurried fingers pulled at his buttons, pried open his zipper and reached for his cock. Teeth grazed his cheek, nipping at it unkindly as the hand around him, pumped him harder. He arched into the touch, breathing becoming short.

Sasuke’s hands grasped at Naruto’s back, grabbing the fabric of his shirt. He ran his hands down Naruto’s body until he held the low hem of loose pajama pants. With an effortless tug, roaming hands and a few whispered curses, they’re clothes lay next to them or clung stubbornly to an arm or a leg.

Naruto lapped down Sasuke’s abdomen, pausing along his waist, kissing his side and sucking on the slick flesh enough to leave a mark. Seeming satisfied, he continued downward until his breath caressed the crown of Sasuke’s cock.

Sasuke shuddered under the tease as Naruto tongued the underside of his erection, spit making it slick. The tongue lapped mercilessly, until Naruto slipped Sasuke into his mouth. Sasuke grabbed onto Naruto’s shoulders caught between pushing Naruto for more or to stop as the pleasure became almost too much.

Sucking lazily, Naruto let the cock slip from his mouth as he crawled up Sasuke’s body to meet they’re lips once more. Naruto reached into Sasuke’s forgotten bag and retrieve the lube they knew was in there.

In the dimness of Naruto’s living room, lying over scattered playing cards on the floor, their bodies moved. They fucked. On his hands and knees, Sasuke grunted as Naruto pulled out slowly only to thrust quickly back in. His knees hurt from skidding on the hard floor but the pain was soon forgotten as Naruto quickened his thrusts, plunging deeper and harder.

Sasuke heard and felt Naruto’s moans against his ear. Felt the boy’s chest slide against his back and panted as the arm wound around him tightened while a hand sought and pumped his erection. He cried out as Naruto’s teeth clamped onto the juncture between his neck and shoulder followed by a powerful thrust. His body shuddered, his ears rang and spots blinked behind his closed eyelids.

Naruto’s anger was apparent in every stroke, grunt and kiss but perhaps his forgiveness was laced in them too. Sasuke felt Naruto bury his face against the back of his head, lips pressing into his scalp. Naruto shuddered against him as he came inside Sasuke, voice husky as he cried out.

Sasuke winced as Naruto pulled out and allowed the boy to turn him over, slip his erection into a hot mouth and suck him off until he too came. He gripped the blond hair in his fists as Naruto sucked and lapped him clean. Lips released his cock and moved to kiss along his hipbones, abdomen and back to the side of his waist, licking the red mark.

Sasuke lay on the floor with Naruto’s head resting on his stomach, sweat drying quickly, breathing evening out. His fingers ran lazily through the damp blond hair as Naruto’s thumb pressed and caressed the mark he made on Sasuke’s side.

Neither spoke then nor after they had dragged themselves to Naruto’s bed, collapsing tiredly.

Sasuke woke in the evening, the streetlights seeping into the dark room.

In his sleep, Naruto often snored lightly, his mouth open in a way that Sasuke was always tempted to kiss. When Naruto slept, he would turn on his side in the middle of the night, his back to Sasuke. When Sasuke wound his arm around Naruto’s waist, the other boy would grumble and remove his arm. After a few tries, Naruto would accept the arm and turn over to hold onto Sasuke, lips against his neck, tickling his skin. One time, Sasuke had asked Naruto in his sleep if he loved him. Silence had followed and Naruto burrowed further against his neck and slept without waking or answering.

Sasuke watched Naruto sleep, eyes moving beneath his closed eyelids, fingers twitching every now and then. He got up from the bed, bare feet moving across the cold floor, knees stinging from earlier. He picked his clothes up, probably grabbing Naruto’s shirt instead of his in the dark. Dressed, he took Naruto’s keys, exited the apartment, locked the door and slipped the key beneath it. Through the gap between the door and the floor. He adjusted the straps of his bag on his shoulder and went back to his empty house.

TBC