Untying Lies

“Sasuke. . .. what are you doing?”

He couldn’t keep the slight edge of fear out of his voice. Though to say he was afraid wouldn’t have been correct. Anticipating. There was potential in the way those hands cupped his face, in the way fingers slipped down over skin. And that in and of itself was cause for fear.

Everything that this was proving to be was precisely everything it shouldn’t be. At least as far as logic was concerned. As far as your teammates would be concerned. The image of them [curled up in that light sleep most shinobi’s come to know, with senses alert and yet so easy to fool with a kagebunshin] flashed in his mind, playing out picture-perfect in the darkness greeting his eyes.

It would’ve been so easy to reach up and push his hitae-ate back onto his forehead, but the way Sasuke was touching him. . . .

“What I want, moron,” the Uchiha heir whispered. Slender fingers pinched the blond’s chin, tilted his head up and back with a controlled roughness. And Naruto was fascinated. Since when had Sasuke learned to control that undeniable heat of his? Since when had he learned to harness his anger and use it?

There was something wet, warm creeping up along his throat. Searching for something he did not know, and yet instinct was quite content with all that was playing out over his skin. Knew the trajectory of that sensation, the things it wanted to do. And even if his soldier’s logic whispered of not right, Naruto did nothing to accommodate that aspect of himself.

He knew, all too well, that not every correct thing was the right thing, and that choices could be made as freely as the wind shifted its course. Consequence would come later. He’d deal with it then. Because right now there was something so warm and wanting against his lips, and every ounce of him that was human fell into it. Into that one confession, even if it was coldly controlled and hardly the thing of fire and passion that he had come to believe Sasuke was made of.

And it was alluring, this new side to the Uchiha heir. Or rather, perhaps he should say, this age-old version of all that was Uchiha. Beautiful in its self-possession. Aloof and yet aware of everything. In one moment, that was almost shattered as the image of Itachi flashed in his mind, so coolly disaffected when he had grabbed his younger brother by the throat and crushed him against the wall of that no-name hotel.

“Sas…Sasuke. . .”

“Shut up.” Spoken as though Sasuke had known precisely what had seized control of Naruto’s thoughts. Almost as though he was obscenely delighted by the fact that he could conjure up such a heartless image, even as he kissed lips with a ferocity that was both cruel and caring. A detached act of passion that only let the victim know of devotion in the way teeth grazed but failed to bite.

Feeling pressure upon his shoulders, Naruto balked, then gave way [too stubborn to just step away, too needy to stand in defiance for long]. Fell to the floor, knees hitting the worn wood with a hard thud. And he knew they would bruise, not now, but later on, to serve as dark sin-deep reminders of everything he had done this night.

If he hated himself for that, the feeling failed to drive him away from this situation. He had pride, different from the brand owned by Sasuke, yet similar enough to make him uneasy with this. But there were fingers on his skin again, ghosting along his jaw like the casual touch of a well-known lover, and he found that even ego couldn’t make him rise to his feet. And shamelessly, he nudged his head into Sasuke’s hands.

Hands that pulled away the minute Naruto’s body betrayed him. The blond knew that if he were to look up into that face, he’d see the smirk there. Arrogant in having had his deduction proven true. As if he had known all along. . . .

“Asshole. . .”

Sasuke reacted to the word by leaning back against the wall and pulling the other boy forward roughly on his knees. There was the ruffle of clothing, though Naruto couldn’t decipher what exactly. Didn’t have any further time to think on that as hands were on him again. Deceiving in their gentleness as they glided over his sides, down over his thighs, and finally gripped his hands again.

Not a friendly gesture, but commanding. Controlling. Guiding Naruto’s hands up his legs, a slow deliberate exploration of cloth that was meant to force the image of what lay beneath into Naruto’s mind [and it worked wonderfully well, as told by the blush that now spread over the blond’s cheeks]. And when he finally left Naruto’s fingers to their own devices, at the exact location he had wanted, a satisfied smirk claimed his lips.

It took a moment for Naruto to realize just what he was dealing with. The roughness of material obviously designed to take a beating without tearing, to stain without it meaning gave way to something impossibly soft. And hot. If it hadn’t been for the near-audible hiss from above him, he might have abandoned the thing all together.

But now he knew. Fingertips glided up along Sasuke, taking in the fact that he had made the other boy this way. That something about seeing him again had made Sasuke want him. Even if these were all thoughts he used to comfort himself, Naruto would believe in them. Because he had to.

“Lick.”

A cold-fire command that made him frown with displeasure. It wasn’t the idea of doing that that roused some sense of discontent within him. It was the tone. So damning in its haughtiness, something that told him quite clearly This is precisely where you belong. Tongue flicked out against the head of Sasuke’s erection. Taunting.

“You can’t just command me, bastard.”

But Sasuke said nothing, and that unsettled him completely. His fingers were still mindlessly stroking the other boy, as though afraid that should they break all contact completely, the Uchiha heir would leave. And this would end up being nothing more than another draining dream of his. Maybe this was one.

Naruto moved his head forward, opened his mouth, and tentatively sucked on the head of Sasuke’s shaft. An action that drew forth yet another low hiss, which subsequently shot fire down into his own groin. And he knew that wasn’t good. If he lost control. . .

You’ve already lost. His eyes grew wide behind the darkness of his hitae-ate, and he very nearly choked on that realization. Sasuke grabbed him by the hair, forced his head to remain where it was.

“Suck.” As if the emphasize the irrefutability of that command, he brought his foot up and carefully rubbed the top of it against Naruto’s arousal.

The blond gasped, followed the sound with a reluctant moan that purred along the length of Sasuke’s shaft. The Uchiha heir moved himself deeper into the blond’s mouth.

Naruto tried to pull back, but found himself bound by the pain striking his scalp. Sasuke still had him by the hair. And with the attention to his own erection, he was finding it hard to pull away at all. Lips pursed carefully around Sasuke now, and he could feel fingers relaxing ever so slightly in their grip. He slid his mouth down.

It wasn’t long before his own breathing grew ragged, and the lack of such an effect in Sasuke was enough to create a distinct feeling of misery within him. And anger. The more the other boy denied his body the right to react, the more he tried to elicit a response. Fingers worked in unison with his mouth, sliding easily along the slick wake of his tongue.

Just before he came, Sasuke released a hard puff of air. Heavy and hot. But nothing compared to the betrayal of his body as it fell to a hurricane of tremors and tightness as he released inside of Naruto’s mouth.

And the blond knew well enough to know when victory was won. Swallowed it even, and flicked his tongue against Sasuke’s cock, gloating. Finally, he sat back on his heels, letting the smirk on his lips say everything his eyes would have.

There was the ruffle of cloth again.

“Stop your foolish chase.” Sasuke’s voice seemed far away, and it was only then that he noted the slight chill of air that swept in from the hallway. And his tone, that deep-freeze sort of sound. Searing in its cold. “I’m not coming back.”