My Favorite Mistake
chappi 5
Ps: its really short, but this chapter is critical for the plot.
CHP5 : Acceptance
Naruto flinched back in surprise when the teme started struggling again. Obviously the Kyuubi's chakra wasn't swallowing enough of his chakra. Or probably, he thought smiling fondly, Sasuke was just one of the toughest guys he knew.
Which, of course, made his current task of keeping him down extremely difficult. He didn't know why the teme had reacted so badly to being comforted ( ok, so maybe he knew a little ), but he also understood that they were currently in a very critical stage. The Kyuubi had faded into the background, not like earlier in the night, but his instincts were still carving up a hole in brain. And right now, they were telling him that Sasuke needed to stay right where he was. The teme needed to learn to stay calm and comfortable around and underneath him. If he let Sasuke up right now, all it would achieve was more violence.
Sasuke managed to wriggle one arm free and Naruto narrowly avoided the swinging fist. In reflex, he raised his own and eyes hardening, punched him square in the solar plexus. Naruto watched, feeling only a little satisfaction as the teme's eyes watered in pain before falling back onto the ground again, this time unconscious. Naruto sighed, moving so he now sat on his friends stomach, and checked whether he was really out cold or was faking it. He doubted it though. That punch of his would have severely disabled Sasuke even in normal circumstances.
The night was suddenly quiet again and Naruto listened for any awake and nosy neighbors. When he didn't hear anything, he slumped slightly, looking down at his passed out teme who somehow didn't look quite helpless or vulnerable even when he clearly was at Naruto's mercy.
He found that it was difficult to look away from the bastard's face even when it had a funny painful grimace on it, like now. He bent over, his face centimeters away from the ivory skin and before he could stop himself he was exploring the vast expanse of exposed skin of the teme's neck. It wasn't a frenzied rush nor was it particularly gentle, but to Naruto it was more satisfying than all the nights he had had with all the whores, combined.
He groaned, the hardness between his legs returning with a new force. He felt like flipping Sasuke over and getting it over with now and then -but he - he couldn't. Sasuke would never forgive him. Neither would he ever forgive himself. He could not hide behind the excuse of the Kyuubi's influence anymore. The Kyuubi had just nudged him in the right direction - this was all his responsibility. When he had returned from an unsuccessful attempt to find a substitute for Sakura or Sasuke, to find the teme just waiting in his house - it had been hard to ignore the temptation. He had not been prepared for the shock of pleasure by just seeing him again. So he had consciously let his instincts take over and he had enjoyed every minute of it. Including now.
He grinned into the neck of the teme and bit particularly hard into the junction of the neck and shoulder. Sasuke stirred beneath him but didn't wake up and Naruto relaxed. This was going better than he had imagined.
After a few more minutes of making sure that that no one would mistake the marks on the teme's neck for anything but what they were, Naruto stood up and headed straight for the bathroom to relieve the pressure in his groin. He now knew, without a doubt, that Sasuke was the answer to his problems. Unfortunately, this revelation had just sprouted a menacing number of complications. The stubborn, cold, prissy bastard was the one that was going to make his miserable, strange life, normal again. But how the hell was he going to convince Sasuke of that though?
break-break-break-break
Sasuke was dreaming. He was standing in a vast empty plane and could see nothing but snow carpeted countryside. Wind whipped his face and snow wet his clothes, but Sasuke did not feel cold. Curious, he looked down at himself and was surprised to see that he wore only a thin shirt and boxer shorts. Strange, he thought. Where was the heat coming from? The warmth that enveloped him was comforting. Comforting and soothing. He sighed. When was the last time he had felt like this… so peaceful? A large snow flake drifted on to his neck and the sudden cold stung him slightly. He raised his hand to remove the flake but stopped when the flake melted into a warm droplet of liquid. Huh, he thought. That was nice. He leaned back slightly, as more flakes fell from the sky, ignoring the slight nip in the beginning for the wonderful sensation later. It was almost, he paused, embarrassed at the thought – arousing.
The snow swirled and rolled around him and Sasuke thought it was best to start moving. He never did like staying still in one place after all. He tried taking a step forward but found it difficult. Like something was forcefully holding him back. He tried again and this time he moved an inch before being tugged back. Now a little worried that this pleasant dream might just be a nightmare in disguise, he looked behind warily, half expecting Itachi to be the one holding him back.
But it wasn't his brother. It wasn't the landscape of snow either. It was a blazing sun of orange and yellow with the heat coming off of it almost burning his skin. Huh, he thought. It was somehow almost painfully familiar. Strong, reassuring, yet almost vulnerable in its intensity .It sort of reminded him of – wait a minute, he thought. There was something wrong here...
His eyes flew open, "NARUTO!"
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A/N: WHEEEE!