Spiral Falling

Title: Spiral Falling
Author: BeccaAmon
Genre: AU
Pairings: Naruto x Sasuke x Naruto
Warnings: Shounen ai, yaoi, language
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimers apply.
AN: Thank you for your patience and continued support. o(^-^)o

Chapter 29 – Stumbling toward recovery


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The wall's shadow hid them from sun and sight. Crouched down, they marked the roof with white chalk. Naruto chuckled smugly as he cut a line across three Os. Sasuke glowered at his incomplete set of Xs. Starting a new grid, Naruto placed an O in the middle. Sasuke would have claimed one of the corners. Placing it in the middle made it far too easy to predict, but it didn’t seem to worry Naruto.

Sasuke marked the top right corner, his arm brushing against Naruto's as he moved the chalk over the ground. From the corner of his eye, he watched Naruto's mouth move side to side in thought. A pink tongue peaked out briefly. Sasuke's gaze drew back to the grid and he smirked as he foiled a set Naruto was trying to accomplish.

Naruto tsked, then continued. His chalked finger firmed against the white stick as he completed his sloppy O.

Sasuke raised an eyebrow at the new arrangement and looked at his incomplete set of Xs. Surveying the blank spaces remaining and Naruto’s own set, he tasted oncoming victory. He raised his hand to draw, the tip dotting the makeshift grid.

Naruto's soles scraped against the roof's floor as he turned, their arms brushing. Sasuke’s skin tingled from the touch. He looked up curiously, eyes widening in surprise when Naruto's lips touched his. The chalk fell from his lax fingers as Naruto pressed forward, withdrew, kissed him once more, kissed the side of his mouth, his cheeks, his earlobe, jaw and then back to his lips again. Their foreheads met, bangs brushing.

Casting his mild surprise away, he met Naruto's kisses, his simple touches. Sasuke's eyes fluttered closed, head tilting to the side to give Naruto better access to his lips. There were butterflies in his stomach, hundreds. His breath was stubbornly caught in his throat. Naruto nudged him with his lips and obligingly, Sasuke raised his hand and buried his chalky fingers in Naruto's hair.

Naruto moved to draw away, but Sasuke held onto blond hair firmly, not yet ready to let go. Sasuke held their kiss for a handful of seconds. In time, he drew back, bumped his forehead lightly against Naruto's and picked up his abandoned chalk.

Naruto did the same and they resumed their game.

Konoha High School accepted him back. Aside from the frowns and curious glances he received now and then, it wasn't as awkward as he thought it would be.

"He thinks he's so great, transferring to an elite school and then moving back so casually."

Sasuke paused at the end of the hall.

"I heard he got accepted immediately. Didn't even have to take the exams." Another voice added to the gossip.

"Just because his family's rich and well-known. First, he's too good for us, and then he couldn't stand to be in a school filled with people like him so he comes back where he feels special." Someone cut in snidely.

"Che, Uchiha was always been full of himself."

"Hey, I heard he rejected Ami from class 2-D. She's cute! Who does he think he is?!"

More comments followed in similar fashion. Their voices echoed dully, like there was water in his ears. Sasuke closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Calmed, he opened them, and walked forward. As he passed the group, a few looked away. One or two didn't. He felt their gazes on the back of his neck. He walked on, not wishing to be late for the third class.

Naruto placed the kettle on the stovetop and turned the dial up high. Two cups of ramen sat on the counter, their lids opened halfway. He scratched his calf with his big toe. It was endearing somehow. The long hem of his pajamas pooled onto the floor when he stood on both legs again. His shirtless back was paler than the skin on his arms. A faint mark stood out from the sun-kissed expanse.

Sasuke placed two fingers on his lips at the memory of how that mark came to be there. He watched Naruto’s every move from his seat, his elbows planted on the table’s surface.

“Naruto,” Sasuke addressed after muling over the thought all morning.

“Yeah?”

“My parents told me to bring a guest for dinner. Come with me?” He invited. He picked up one of chopsticks and traced a finger along the lacquered length.

Silence met his query. He looked away from the decorated stick to see Naruto shake his head.

“Bring Sakura.”

Frowning, Sasuke demanded, “Am I dating Sakura?”

“No,” Naruto answered quickly.” Did they tell you to bring whoever you were dating?”

“No,” Sasuke countered. “They said to bring a guest.” He placed the chopstick down on the table beside its partner and stood. Walking up to Naruto, he held him from behind. His arms went around the familiar waist, his lips automatically claiming a kiss on the curve of a shoulder.

“I want you to come,” He murmured onto the warm skin. Naruto smelled of soap and of them.

“Is it a special occasion or something?” Naruto asked, looking over his shoulder.

“No, nothing like that. It’s just dinner.” Sasuke reassured, resting his chin on Naruto’s shoulder. “My parents are going to be there. Itachi might come too. One or two of my father’s associate as well.” He lifted his hand to cup Naruto’s chin and nuzzled the soft cheek. “You and me.”

“Your whole family together? I think that applies as a special occasion.” Naruto sagged in his arms, side of the head rubbing against his.

“It’s not a family.” Sasuke hissed. Catching himself , he sighed wearily. He ran his thumb across the skin between Naruto’s eyebrows, knowing it would crease. “Sorry, I have a way of ruining the mood.”

“What mood?” Naruto laced his fingers with the one drawing patterns on his stomach. “There’s no mood here.”

“Sure, there is.” Sasuke’s hand, along with Naruto’s, slid down and played with the loose hem of blue pajamas. His other hand fingered Naruto’s collarbone, massaging the skin and tracing the bone beneath.

Sasuke wished he hadn’t been wearing his shirt. He wanted to feel his chest touching Naruto’s back, loved it when they were slick with sweat.

Naruto leaned further against him and closed his eyes. The small sigh that escaped sounded content. But there was still a crease between his brows. Sasuke could feel the back tense against his chest, the hand that held his grew still.

“What are you thinking, Naruto?”

The blond lashes fluttered open, head turning to meet his gaze.

“I wouldn’t know what to wear.” Sasuke began to chuckle, “I wouldn’t know how to talk to them if they spoke to me,” but cut his amusement off at the serious light in Naruto’s eyes.

“Oh.” Sasuke breathed and bumped his head softly with Naruto’s. “Well, I sort of wanted you to come for those same reasons. I wouldn’t know what to say either. I figured you’d do a better job at talking to them than I could.”

The sharp whistle of the kettle startled them, successfully slicing the somber atmosphere. Naruto smiled softly, before disengaging himself from Sasuke and attended to their breakfast.

Sasuke let go with reluctance and watched Naruto move around the small kitchen. When Naruto opened a cupboard, Sasuke spied an extra cup, two more plates and several bowls. Compared to what the cupboard previously contained, it seemed the number of dishes had doubled. Walking up to the counter quickly, he snatched the extra cup in his hand. Naruto looked to him curiously, to the cup and then back to him. Realization dawned in his face, a thin flush coloring it.

“You’re over here a lot. They were on sale the other day.” Naruto explained.

The other day, Sasuke thought. The day he almost left.

Naruto scratched the back of his head and said a little embarrassedly, “I wouldn’t know what to do with them, if you had gone. Just a lot of dishes to wash, I guess.” He laughed; feigned humor unable to cover up his complete unease.

Smiling softly, Sasuke placed the cup down on the counter. He traced its smooth lip and noted the simple leaf design on its outer walls. It looked ordinary, but wasn’t.

“Good thing I didn’t leave then.” He said more to himself.

“Heh, Yeah.” Naruto’s voice exuded some calm now, and relief. Sasuke hoped he was reading him right.

“Why didn’t you?” Naruto followed, closing the distance between them.

Sasuke allowed himself to be pushed and sat on the counter. Naruto stood flanked by his open legs, hands warming the spot covering his thighs.

“At the platform,” Sasuke slid his hand up Naruto’s arm. “I prepared myself. Ran the campus’ map in my head. Calculated how long it would take to go from class to class. I remembered the teacher’s names for every subject. Had my introduction speech prepared.” He squeezed Naruto’s bicep and moved along.

“I had been so excited, I couldn’t wait.” He felt Naruto tense up, so he rubbed the arm to soothe. “But when the train came, I couldn’t move.” He shook his head. “I wanted to go so badly, but my feet wouldn’t let me.” He laughed nervously. It sounded ridiculous.

“Heh,” Naruto massaged Sasuke’s thighs up and down, giving it a firm squeeze. “Good legs, good.” He cooed jokingly.

Sasuke snickered. “Dumbass.”

The smile on his face tugged wider at Naruto’s cheeky grin. The idiot was irresistible.

He leaned forward effortlessly, and stopped just a short breath away from touching Naruto’s lips with his. Their breath mingled. The warm air bounced off their mouths and cheeks. Sasuke shut his eyes and breathed deeply when Naruto consumed the small space between them to seize his mouth.

Naruto’s tongue pushed his lips open, stroking his teeth and tongue. The hands on his thigh slid higher to grasp his hips and pull him closer. Blunt fingernails dug into his flesh, eliciting a shiver down his spine.

The back of his head met the cupboard’s door, his hands finding purchase around Naruto’s neck.

Kissing Naruto—lips and teeth grazed along his throat—was something he couldn’t leave behind. Hands cupped his ass and squeezed. The naked chest over his was warm, fitting against him perfectly. His breath came out in short, heated pants. A groan escaped his lips as Naruto mouthed the skin over his pulse.

“Sasuke,” That voice, this touch...

He gasped when Naruto’s fingers slipped underneath his pants, wrapping around his semi-erect cock. Sure strokes willed his hips to rock against Naruto’s hand. He pushed the shirt up for his lips to descend over a nipple. A wet tongue lapped across and over it. He felt more than heard Naruto groan huskily.

Moving his fingers up Naruto’s neck, he ran them through the rich and thick blond hair. All the while, gasping at every stroke and lick being administered to his body. His head swam and body ached with pleasure.

“I’ll go,” Naruto’s voice sounded distant, but perhaps it was just the haze clouding his mind.

“What?” He asked for clarification.

Naruto ceased his ministrations and held him upright. Sasuke noticed his half-sitting, half-reclined position.

“I’ll go to that dinner thing.” Naruto was saying as he gave Sasuke room to adjust. His hand, oddly, was still around Sasuke’s cock. Realizing this as well, Naruto grinned and released him. “Just don’t leave me with your brother, or something. He’s a creepy bastard.”

A bark of laughter escaped Sasuke’s lips without notice. He enjoyed the mirth, let it die slowly and ended it with a smile. He traced his upturned lips with his fingers. Naruto had a way of making a lot of those appear.

“Did you have to come to a decision right then?” Sasuke husked, feeling his cock strain against his pants. He refused to acknowledge the petulant quality of his voice. He had been at a very nice place.

Sasuke finger-combed his disheveled hair as he worked on regulating his breathing. He would have been a little annoyed that Naruto seemed to have perfect control of his, if it wasn’t for the unmistakable flush on the boy’s face. He forgave Naruto easily.

The blond smirked, “Meh.”

Naruto frowned down at the cup ramen sitting abandoned on the counter. The noodles had unfortunately absorbed most of the water and looked very inedible.

“Damn, there goes breakfast.” Naruto tsked as he tossed the noodles, cup and all, into the trash. He looked to Sasuke expectantly and gestured to the fridge. “Eggs?”

Sasuke’s features scrunched in distaste. Looking out the window at the sunny weather, Sasuke had a better idea. Hopping off the counter, he walked the short distance between him and Naruto. “How about you shower, dress up, and we’ll go out.”

“Eh?” Naruto blinked, surprised. “I thought you didn’t want to leave my apartment for the next three days?”

Sasuke grinned, “To be continued, later.”

Naruto rolled his eyes. At Sasuke’s insistent pushing, he raised his hand up in surrender. “Fine, fine.” Then, stopping mid-step, he eyed Sasuke with an amused light in his eyes. “Is this, by any chance, a d…d..date?” He fluttered his lashes in such girly fashion Sasuke felt an urge to smack him.

Sasuke snorted. “Yeah, whatever.”

The full-blown grin Naruto threw at him might as well have been accompanied by a ‘whee!’ and a skip.

Shaking his head in feigned dismay, Sasuke followed after his often ridiculous best friend to get cleaned up as well.

“Shower with me?” Naruto’s voice carried from his room.

Sasuke walked faster.


The streets were busy and crowded. It was a challenge to keep Naruto in sight and not bump into anyone at the same time. Sasuke followed the bouncing tuff of blond hair as he dodged a group of people.

The sun on his skin and the heat penetrating his clothes felt nice. And the wind had enough chill in it to make it more pleasant. The morning sun still hung over the blue sky. The air was crisp and smelled of asphalt. It had been a good idea to go out.

A man bumped into his shoulder, sloshing the cup of coffee he held as he hurried past. Sasuke hissed at the sharp impact--and lost sight of Naruto.

“Shit,” He looked around him and bit his lip as he tried to find the familiar back.

“Hey! Could you walk any slower?” Naruto asked beside him.

Sasuke quenched the impulse to throttle the boy. “Well, don’t walk so fast!”

They stood staring at each other as the crowd moved around them like stream water around lodged rocks.

Finally, Naruto gave in and grabbed his hand. “Che.”

“Idiot, what are you doing?” Sasuke half-panicked.

Frowning, Naruto looked to the crowd for a moment before facing him once more. “So, you don’t get lost, bastard!”

“I’m not some kid--” Sasuke began to protest. Naruto wasn’t listening as he was tugged forward. Tripping a little, Sasuke had no choice but to follow.

They passed shops, peered into a few, and restaurants. But he hardly recalled where they went, where they had stopped. His attention was drawn to the feel of his hand clutched by Naruto’s. It was a different sort of warmth, quite unlike the sun’s that shone above them, but just as pleasant. Their shoulders and arms brushed occasionally. Naruto’s grip, perhaps unconscious, would tighten when they had to get through thick crowds. Holding hands wasn’t really necessary anymore. They walked in equal strides now. Really there was no longer a need to hold on. Sasuke tightened his grip. Maybe one more block.

His attention elsewhere, Sasuke almost bumped into Naruto when they stopped without warning. Catching himself on time, he looked first to Naruto and then followed where the boy had been looking. Through the show glass were pale mannequins in suits. Fitted jackets hung elegantly on plastic shoulders. Silk ties gleamed under the soft light. The shop’s name was emblazoned on the glass. Subtle enough that it doesn’t scream for attention, but creative enough that the eyes can’t help but glance toward it.

“Naruto, this is…”

“I don’t own one.” Naruto cut in softly, as if realizing it for the first time.

“Own what?” Sasuke asked, retrieving his hand from Naruto’s grip.

“A suit.” He answered plainly. “Since I’m going to that dinner thing, shouldn’t I get one?” He asked, turning to Sasuke.

Looking between Naruto and the glass doors, he scratched his cheek idly. “You don’t have to dress up, it’s not that formal.”

“Will you be wearing one?” There was a strange light in Naruto’s eyes. A little eager and a little of something unidentifiable.

“Uh, yeah, I guess.” Sasuke answered.

Smiling excitedly and with a firm nod, Naruto turned swiftly in the direction of the shop doors.

“Huh? Hey! Naruto, where are you going?”

“To buy a suit!”

Sasuke smirked at the confident tone, “Fine.” He caught up with Naruto and pushed open the doors.

They stepped into the air conditioned shop, eyes automatically swiveling to the main display. A far too helpful employee tended to them at once. They discussed what Naruto wanted and an array of choices were shown to them.

Sasuke hid a smile as he watched Naruto flit from suit to suit. He coughed uncomfortably, and refrained from dragging Naruto to a change room to have his way with him as the boy tried on several tempting outfits. The jacket framing Naruto’s chest, the pants hugging his ass and draping down his legs, the unbuttoned shirt flashing a slice of smooth chest; Sasuke had to look away.

Distracting himself on purpose, he walked up to the tie rack. Skimming through a few, he found one that was just right.

After making their purchases, they found a place that still served breakfast. Naruto prattled on excitedly and stole off his plate. Sasuke glared daggers and returned in kind. An exhausting battle was fought over a stick of sausage, but in the end Naruto’s fork was faster.

Sasuke’s hand gripped the top of the washroom cubicle, the muscles in his neck straining at the effort to keep quiet. Gasping continually, he looked down at Naruto’s moving head and stroking hand. He shuddered at the hard suction and warm tongue sweeping the underside of his cock. His hips thrust involuntarily in the wet mouth, other hand gripping Naruto’s shoulder.

“Naruto…” He keened, eyes falling shut. Feeling his senses heighten and burst, he came into Naruto’s mouth exhaustedly. He shook and sagged against the cubicle’s wall, gasping for breath.

Naruto wiped his mouth and stood, eyes glazed with lust. “There, now quit pouting over the damn sausage.”

Sasuke opened his mouth to retort, but couldn’t find the energy to do so. Instead, he pulled Naruto to him and kissed the tempting lips. He ran his tongue over Naruto’s teeth, shuddering as he tasted cum and spit. “Fuck you, Uzumaki.” He growled, their lips touching. He claimed Naruto’s mouth again and prevented the laughter that he knew would follow.


Sasuke noted the time as he knocked on Naruto’s door. He heard a bit of shuffling and then the door was flung open. Naruto grinned at him, eyes welcoming behind damp bangs. His dress shirt was unbuttoned, chest heaving as if he ran for the door.

Sasuke shut the door behind him as Naruto jogged to his room. Following in his friend’s wake, he was met with chaos. The bed was unmade, clothes where strewn all over the floor, a soggy towel draped on a bed post, and books and utensils were all over the desk.

“What happened here?” He asked walking over the mess. But he could take a pretty accurate guess.

“I napped after school. Alarm didn’t go off. Just showered. Sorry, I’m not ready. Iruka-sensei gave extra work today, just finished it. I threw the shirt in the washer and it took awhile. I haven’t even had dinner yet.” Naruto listed as he moved around the room.

Sasuke caught Naruto by the tie he was trying valiantly to choke himself with. “Naruto, you’re getting dressed up for dinner.” He reminded.

Naruto ceased all movements and blinked. Clarity made its way to the surface of his face and for the first time since Sasuke arrived, Naruto settled down.

“Oh, right. Dinner,” Naruto laughed sheepishly.

Sasuke smirked and pulled the tie forward, catching Naruto’s lips in a chaste kiss. A couple minutes later, Sasuke found himself pinning Naruto to the bed. His hand cupped the back of his friend’s head, his thigh pressing insistently against Naruto’s groin. Coming up for air, Sasuke grunted mournfully at the time. Naruto looked far too tempting to stop right at that moment.

“Get off, you’re wrinkling my shirt.” Naruto pushed, and got up.

Sasuke pressed his face against the mattress. It smelled like Naruto’s shampoo. He groaned in frustration.

“Damn, how the hell do you tie this thing?” Naruto complained from behind him.

Sasuke heaved himself up and straightened his clothes. Walking around to face Naruto, he took the tie in hand. Naruto’s hands fell away as he expertly weaved the silk cloth into order. He tightened the knot carefully and drew up the collar. Sweeping his hand over the cloth, he looked up to find Naruto’s surprised gaze on him.

He smiled softly. “At least Itachi taught me something well.”

“Thanks,” Naruto grinned. After a brief pause, Naruto brought their foreheads together, “Thanks for inviting me.”

“Idiot, no need to thank me.” He murmured, suddenly feeling his throat tighten. Clearing it, he reached for Naruto’s jacket and handed it to him. “Let’s go.”


The dining room was rarely used. Sasuke had almost forgotten they had one. Now, the place was lit beautifully for atmosphere. Steaming meals was laid out over the surface of the table. All seats were occupied as the light, clear metallic sounds of forks and knives joined the quiet din of the room. Music floated from the other room, melding with the tiniest murmurs of conversation.

Sasuke reached for his drink, washing away the taste of his food. Looking to his left, Naruto ate zealously. His father’s guest would address his friend at times and they would carry a small conversation. It had been awkward at first. It was still awkward now, but at least it wasn’t so noticeable. Only when it got too quiet, when everyone all at once had nothing to say.

Every so often, Sasuke felt Naruto’s foot brush his. Like when his father started talking about his sons’ future like it was his to decide. Like when the woman his father had invited would boldly wipe sauce off his father’s chin. Flicking his eyes to his mother, Sasuke fought off a frown. Her face was impeccably wiped off of any negative expressions, like her expensive porcelain plates; Perfect and just for show. Itachi conversed with another of their father’s associates. The air of coolness had never left him. Even when the woman beside their father casually laid her hand on his wrist as her tinkling laughter dance with the music. It was a little disheartening.

His father’s associate coughed abrasively, easily gaining everyone’s attention. “I think we’ll need to discuss that contract soon, Uchiha.”

“Ah, yes. Shall we move to the den?” Sasuke’s father invited.

Agreement was voiced simultaneously and the group broke apart. Sasuke and Naruto remained in their seat, while Itachi walked outside, to the garden, with their mother.

“That was…erm.” Naruto moved his hand in the air, searching for a word to describe the evening so far.

“Ridiculous.” Sasuke offered.

“Not exactly what I was looking for,” Naruto grinned.

Sasuke sighed, slouching into his seat. “Let’s get some fresh air.”

Almost immediately, Naruto sprang out of his seat, stretching animatedly. “Oh wow,” He groaned, raising his arms. “I’ve wanted to do that for awhile.”

Sasuke smirked and led the way out of the dining room. Naruto kept a flow of commentary going as they passed several rooms.

“Hey, where’s the fresh air?” Naruto hooked a thumb toward the balcony doors. “Isn’t it that way?” He asked suspiciously.

“No,” He answered simply.

Reaching the intended door, he twitched his head to the side for Naruto to precede him. He followed right after and closed the door after them. The narrow doorway led them outdoors, to the other side of the house. A dark car was parked under a looming oak, fallen leaves caught under its tires. With a press of a button from the set of keys he held, the lights flashed and dimmed.

“Uhh, Sasuke,” Naruto walked closer to the vehicle. “This car, I’m not thinking what you’re thinking am I?”

Sasuke came up behind Naruto and pushed him against the side of the car. “Why Naruto? What are you thinking?” He breathed into the blond’s ear. Naruto shivered beneath him, reading Sasuke’s intentions clearly.

“Shit, Itachi’s going to kill you.”

Sasuke smiled against Naruto’s hair as he breathed in the soft scent. “Only if he finds out.” He whispered in conspirational tones.

Turning Naruto to face him, Sasuke slipped a leg between Naruto’s. He moved his thigh against the crotch as he covered Naruto’s lips with his own. Swiping his tongue along soft lips, he tasted the wine his mother had served. Parting Naruto’s lips with his tongue, he tasted more of the bittersweet flavor. He wrapped arms around the solid chest, sliding his palm down the smooth jacket. The kiss grew fervent, drawing longer and growing more heated.

He swallowed Naruto’s moans, his groin rubbing against Naruto’s pant leg. Wandering hands cupped his ass and spit ran down his chin. His heart beat a frantic pace. The cool evening breeze hardly touched him, his suit too warm for his heated body. Naruto’s tongue playing with his had his cock hardening immediately. The blond’s fragrance sent tendrils of pleasure up and down his spine, making his stomach flip.

Pausing for breath, Sasuke gave Naruto some space. The blond’s eyes were closed, lips parted, sucking in air. When they opened, they were glazed. An attractive flush covered his cheeks and the scars stood out in moonlight.

“You look good in a suit.” Sasuke smirked. He moved a blond strand away, the hair caught in the lashes and laid a kiss on Naruto’s lips. The wet sound mixed with the whisper of their jackets rubbing together.

Naruto perked up, grinning as if pleased. “I know I do,” he said, his voice ringing with confidence.

Sasuke groped between their legs, cupping Naruto’s erection through the cloth. “You think I look good in a suit too, huh?” He smirked knowingly.

“I think you’d look better out of it.” Naruto growled as Sasuke stroked him.

Finding the latch quickly, Sasuke swung the door open. He shoved Naruto inside to land on the back seat and he followed. The interior light went off as soon as the door slammed shut and they were bathed in dim light. Naruto barely had time to protest as Sasuke straddled him, quick fingers unbuttoning and unzipping pressed pants. He pulled the tucked dress shirt loose, grinning at the smooth abdomen. Bending down, he lapped a circle around Naruto’s navel and nipped at the flesh stretched over hard muscles. Raking fingers upwards, he caught Naruto’s nipple between thumb and index finger. He rubbed the nipple, pulled and squeezed.

Naruto gasp beneath him, chest involuntarily moving against his touch.

Sliding off Naruto, he positioned the boy’s legs to rest on his shoulders. Sasuke brought the dark pants down, kissing the exposed skin. He licked a wet path along the underside of Naruto’s cock. Relishing the gasp and moan from Naruto, he held the hard, heavy length and mouthed the tip. He pumped smoothly, panting as his cock pushed against the cloth of his pants.

“Sasuke…Sasuke,” Naruto groaned above him. His legs tensed and kicked as his gasps got louder.

Fingernails dug into the leather seat, knuckles white. The cushion groaned under their weight. Sasuke hadn’t realized he’d been rocking against the seat trying to relieve the pleasure pooling around his crotch. Slipping Naruto’s cock out of his mouth, he climbed up the slim body until he could reach the sweat-slicked neck. He noticed distractedly that the windows had fogged up. That amused him.

He nuzzled his lips against Naruto’s neck and kissed the skin behind an ear. Their movements were annoyingly limited, the space cramped. Naruto’s leg awkwardly hung off the seat, foot on the carpeted floor. His other foot was pressed against the back of the seat, his cock pressing against Sasuke’s stomach insistently. An arm was thrown around Sasuke’s neck as the other made short work of his shirt and the zipper of his pants.

Sasuke drew up for a second and threw off his jacket. It was still hot, but not as restricting. The heat was audible now. His bangs clung wetly to his forehead, his shirt hugging his skin.

“Hurry up,” Naruto groaned. “My ass is sticking to the stupid leather!”

“That doesn’t sound very attractive, idiot.” Sasuke snickered.

“Shut your hole! Who’s the one with the kink ‘bout doing it in his brother’s car!” Naruto made to move, but Sasuke stopped him easily. He stroked Naruto’s cock, spreading the precum over the tip. Naruto groaned.

“You like the idea.” Sasuke stated matter-of-factly.

Moving his thigh up, Naruto caught him unawares. Sasuke cried out as Naruto’s thigh pressed against his aching cock.

The blond snickered, eyes looking almost sinister in the half-light. “I wonder who likes it more.” He purred.

Sasuke didn’t say anything and bent down to claim the smiling lips. He tasted sweat in their mixed spit.

“Hey, Uzumaki.” Naruto hummed curiously. “I’m gonna fuck you now.” Sasuke murmured on the blond’s lips. He felt the smile widen.

Pushing Naruto’s pants down, it settled at his ankles. It could have been comical if he was in the mood to laugh. But at the moment, all he was concerned about was finding the lube in the pocket he had thrown it in earlier. Once he found the bottle, he poured a great amount onto his palm. He cursed when it dripped on the carpet.

Naruto lifted his hips for him, gasping when Sasuke pushed a finger inside. The legs on his shoulders shook as he stretched the blond. Another finger joined the first. His cheek rested on Naruto’s thigh, their slick skin clinging uncomfortably. It was messy.

Naruto grunted in between gasps, his hips lifting off the seat when Sasuke pressed on his prostate.

“Sasuke, fuck, hurry up will you? I’m going to...” Naruto moaned cutting off his words, eyebrows drawn together. A bead of sweat slid sideways from his forehead to his hair.

“Don’t you dare,” Sasuke threatened. He gritted his teeth and coated his cock with lubricant. He hissed as he pumped himself, shuddering at the ball of pressure in his stomach.

He lifted Naruto’s hips, his shoulders feeling the weight of the muscled legs. His sigh turned into a grunt as he entered Naruto slowly. Feeling a bead of sweat travel down his back, he thrust in deeper. His feet pushed against the seat and walls for leverage, the back of his head occasionally beat on the car’s roof.

“Fuck!” Itachi’s chair suffered some more abuse as Naruto’s hand sought something to grip.

“Naruto, I…” Sasuke took a great gulp, his mouth dry at the looming pleasure.

“Just move…” The blond panted. The leather groaned under his hold.

Nodding his head, Sasuke moved. He drove in quickly, pulled out with a grunt and pushed in, his eyebrows knotted. His fingernails dug into Naruto’s thigh as he bent the blond at the waist, penetrating deep.

Naruto cried out, his cock dripping with precum. A thin line of saliva streamed down Naruto’s chin. His eyes were closed, head thrown back.

Sasuke felt his balls slap against Naruto’s cheeks and felt the pressure in him build and build and build. His throat tightened, heart beating an incredible pace. He came in mid-thrust, legs trembling uncontrollably.

Pulling out and still buzzing with pleasure, he slipped Naruto’s cock into his mouth. He sucked, his head bobbing up and down as he pulled pleasured moans from Naruto. Pushing two fingers inside Naruto’s dripping hole, he found the blond’s prostate and pressed softly.

Naruto hissed out a curse and tugged at Sasuke’s dark hair. His cum coated Sasuke’s tongue, cock pushing into his mouth. The blond shuddered, and then sagged boneless onto the seat.

They gasped for breath. The air inside was musky and warm.

“Uchiha, open the door.” Naruto demanded tiredly.

“Fix yourself up first, idiot.” Sasuke rebuffed. He moved with satiated slowness and almost gave into the impulse to pass out in his brother’s car.

Their shirts were predictably wrinkled, but with the jacket thrown over it, they almost passed presentable. They sighed appreciatively at the blast of evening air once they stepped out. The car’s door was closed immediately, trapping the hot air inside. Naruto looked at him oddly, but Sasuke only flashed a devious grin.

Shaking his head, Naruto drawled, “I’m not scraping you off the floor once he’s done with you. Not to mention collecting pieces of you all over the place.”

Sasuke’s grin only grew wider.

Naruto couldn’t help but grin as well. “It’s your funeral, man.” He snickered.

They leaned against the car, heads turning up to view the dark sky.

“You think they’re wondering where we are?” Naruto asked, hands in his pockets.

Sasuke shook his head, ‘no’, since he was used to them not caring. But he recalled how his mother had fretted over their suits and appearance when they had arrived, and thought maybe, just maybe, she had noticed their absence.

“Should we go back?” Naruto wondered.

Sasuke felt the breeze cool the back of his neck. He sighed and closed his eyes. He didn’t want to go back. He didn’t want to see that woman fawn over his father shamelessly. He didn’t want to see the pain his mother felt, even though she was so good at hiding it. He didn’t want to see Itachi be treated like one of the family, because no matter how hard they tried, Itachi wasn’t. They weren’t a family, just tattered cloth ripped into unidentifiable pieces. He…

A hand tapped his chin up, startling him. Sasuke opened his eyes and looked beside him. Naruto smiled, concern in his comforting expression.

“Something wrong?”

Sasuke grabbed the nape of Naruto’s neck and drew him forward. He kissed Naruto like he meant it, fell in love with him more and more.

Unlocking their lips, he rested their foreheads together. He hummed at ease and reassured Naruto everything was fine.

“If you two are finished, you may want to join us inside.” Itachi’s voice interrupted.

They drew apart quickly and glanced at his brother. He was almost invisible. His dark hair and suit blended in with the shadows and his pale face stood out from the dark eerily.

“How long have you been standing there?” Naruto asked. His hand clutched at his chest, comically surprised.

Itachi tilted his head to the side, “Long enough.”

Sasuke frowned, displeased.

“That doesn’t answer anything!” Naruto accused. “Are you some kind of pervert?”

Sasuke’s eyes widened in mild-shock.

“Why?” Itachi smirked annoyingly, “were you doing something perverted?”

Out of habit, Naruto crossed his arms, a pout appearing on his lips. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Sasuke took a step back when Itachi smiled. He frowned at the almost casual air between the two.

After a moment of silence rolled past, Itachi turned and expected them to follow. With a nonchalant shrug Naruto bumped his shoulder against Sasuke’s and walked toward the door.

Itachi led them to the balcony were everyone was seated and conversed. Upon their arrival, his mother came up to them and remarked on their mussed hair and messy appearances. They didn’t bother to come up with an excuse because she didn’t pursue the subject.

“Sasuke,” His father interrupted—it may have been the first time he had been addressed all night. “It was too bad you didn’t go to that school. I heard good things about it.”

His tongue felt dry. Words wouldn’t form, but he forced his mouth to say something anyways.

“I like where I am.” He answered truthfully.

A shadow of an emotion passed over his father’s face before a crude imitation of a smile replaced it. “Good, good!” His father clapped a large hand on his shoulder. It was a foreign feeling, almost unwelcome. “As long as you know what you want.”

His father didn’t even put effort in hiding the disappointment.

A discrete hand brushed against his and he suddenly felt grounded and calmed. There had been understanding in that touch. He turned to thank Naruto, but instead found his brother. Naruto was in the dining room, busily agreeing to what his mother was saying.

“My keys, little brother.”

Sasuke stared at Itachi’s calmly raised hand, noted the lines on his palm. Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved the keys and set it down to catch on Itachi’s fingers. The clink of metal woke him a little. He stopped himself from making a lame excuse about finding them. Itachi always saw through his lies.

They were left alone when their parents sent the guests off. Itachi’s gaze seemed less sharp, but was still hard to read. They stood face to face and Sasuke waited.

Itachi’s arm moved fluidly, two fingers pointing, his expression soft. The past and the present overlapped, a younger Itachi, a younger him. The image ended when he felt a hard tap on his forehead, Itachi’s fingers drew away. Sasuke’s hand automatically rubbed the spot as he winced. His feet took a short step back.

“Oww, Brother--” His young voice spoke for him. Startled, he shut his mouth. The memory ended.

Itachi moved around him without a word. Sasuke watched him open the door and stared at his back.

The day Itachi had left, that back had been smaller, but still exuded strength.

The memory flitted by, he returned to the present. The door shut and Itachi was gone.

Rubbing at his forehead, Sasuke smiled.

Naruto walked up beside him, “Baby steps.”

“Yeah,” Sasuke nodded. “Something like that.”


TBC