Pieces of Us
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
959
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Waiting
Summary: Dealing with loss.
"Waiting"
When he touches her, all he sees is you. After all, you both have supple, pale skin so teasing and desirable. You both have silky hair in about the same style, so it’s easier for him to pretend even if it is the wrong color.
He loves her, no doubt, but it was always you who held the most influence for him. He strove to become strong like you, powerful like you, something that she could want in return, in place of your absence.
He wants you even now, even when your flesh is so far away, when your heart belongs to another and your body no longer your own. At least, not really. And you know it’s true. You turned your back on them, not caring about the consequences, not caring about two broken hearts left to pick up the pieces.
She cries at night while in his arms, your name nothing but broken syllables on their tongues. He no longer sheds tears, his well run dry, and holds her tenderly, wishing it were you.
Together they want you. Together they love you. Together they warm a bed too big for the two of them, waiting for you.
Always waiting . . .
For you.
"Waiting"
When he touches her, all he sees is you. After all, you both have supple, pale skin so teasing and desirable. You both have silky hair in about the same style, so it’s easier for him to pretend even if it is the wrong color.
He loves her, no doubt, but it was always you who held the most influence for him. He strove to become strong like you, powerful like you, something that she could want in return, in place of your absence.
He wants you even now, even when your flesh is so far away, when your heart belongs to another and your body no longer your own. At least, not really. And you know it’s true. You turned your back on them, not caring about the consequences, not caring about two broken hearts left to pick up the pieces.
She cries at night while in his arms, your name nothing but broken syllables on their tongues. He no longer sheds tears, his well run dry, and holds her tenderly, wishing it were you.
Together they want you. Together they love you. Together they warm a bed too big for the two of them, waiting for you.
Always waiting . . .
For you.