heat

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A/N: Wow. This chapter was really hard for me to write. I kept feeling guilty and mean. I hope that you lovely people like this chap. And once again, thanks to you lovely reviewers. Me love ya guys!

A/N 2: (5/25) Now that I'm able to get back into my account here, I'll do my best to finish fixing up these chaps and getting the new ones to ya. Sorry its taking me forever to finish this story. But as I promised, I will not abandon this fic. I will finish it... eventually.^^ Anywho, like the other chaps, there are differences. Added things, taken out stuff... made it better, in my opinion at least. Hope you enjoy.

Heat
by vampchic

Chapter 7


Sasuke groaned as he slowly opened his eyes. His body ached. Bad. His right arm was asleep, pinned under a heavy weight; his left leg hung off the couch at an odd angle, the other bent at the knee and pressed uncomfortably into the cushions - sleeping on the couch was definitely a bad idea.

The weight above him shifted and a head nuzzled into his neck. A smile pulled at Sasuke’s lips as faint mumbles puffed against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. Naruto was sprawled over him, using his body like a mattress. Perhaps sleeping on the couch wasn’t such a bad idea. His smile grew as the memory of Naruto’s promise filtered back to him and he suppressed a chuckle, amused from the fact that only a few days before Naruto had only been a rival and friend to him. What changed? Had he always cared? Always had these feelings? He didn’t know, but he cared now, and that was all that mattered. He grinned - Naruto was his.

Sasuke ran his free hand through Naruto’s hair, hoping to elicit that wonderful purr from the blond again. He frowned at the wet texture of the locks and looked closer at the blond, studying him. Naruto’s face shined with perspiration, his jacket soaked through with sweat. 'He should’ve removed the jacket,' Sasuke thought, but it wasn’t that warm in the apartment. If fact, it was kind of chilly.

Naruto shuddered and a moan rumbled from his throat. He looked so uncomfortable, laying there, sweating and shivering, his breath shallow, no more then pants. Sasuke continued to thread his fingers through the drenched locks, hoping to calm the boy down.

Sasuke’s eyes widened as Naruto moaned and shifted against him, pressing an unmistakable erection into him. “Ahh... Naruto. Wake up.” he groaned, trying hard not to squirm as Naruto rocked against him. He frowned as mumbles continued to pour from the blonds lips, hardly audible. What was a ‘kyu’?

“Naruto.” Sasuke said louder, trying to shake him away. Naruto really needed to stop moving or he wouldn’t be able to control himself for much longer.

Naruto groaned, lifting his head to look up at Sasuke with glazed and tired blue eyes. “Sasu-ke?” he asked sleepily.

“H-hai.” Sasuke stuttered breathlessly - Naruto was still grinding into him, and it was so hard not to grind back. “You okay?”

Naruto didn’t answer. His body was on fire and he was aching with need and desire. The only thing that registered in his muddled mind was how intoxicating Sasuke smelled.

And he wanted Sasuke. Bad.

Sasuke moaned as lips locked over his and a tongue shoved into his mouth. He tilted his head back, wanting and allowing the kiss to deepen. Hands fisted into the dark strands of his hair and tugged, forcing his head back further, exposing his neck. Naruto broke the kiss to attacked the revealed skin, sucking and nipping hungrily, creating a huge red and purple bruise, his own mark for all to see.

Naruto’s hands unwound from the black raven locks and slid down Sasuke’s smooth and toned chest, caressing further down before slipping back up, bunching Sasuke’s shirt in his fists. He sat up quickly, pulling Sasuke with him as he ripped the offensive material away, revealing beautiful pale skin and inviting dusty nipples. His eyes drank up the sight and he leaned forward, sucking a nipple into his mouth to lavish hungrily.

Sasuke groaned with pleasure as Naruto ravaged his body - sleeping on the couch was definitely a good idea. Sasuke glared as Naruto pulled away from him, his eyes demanding to know why he stopped. Naruto chucked off his sweat drenched jacked and shrugged out of his pajama top, the cool air of his apartment a relief to his heated skin. He leaned forward and impatiently tugged at Sasuke’s shorts, quickly divesting him the last of his clothes.

Sasuke readily returned the favor as he pushed Naruto to lay on his back, eager to taste and touch as he stripped him of his pajama bottoms. Sasuke stared down at the ravage body beneath him, a mixture of confusion, anger and hurt welling up in him. Marks decorated the naked skin, marks of possession and dominance Sasuke was positive were not of his making.

“Who did this to you?” Sasuke asked, seething with anger. “Was it Gaara? Was it Gaara who did this to you!?”

“Sasuke?” Naruto blinked up at Sasuke, too lost in his lust to comprehend what was happening.

“I’ll kill him! How dare he touch what’s mine!” Sasuke snarled as he pulled away from the blond, snatching his clothes up from off the ground.

“Sasuke?” Naruto asked as he sat up, frowning as Sasuke pulled his shorts back on.

Sasuke turned to look at Naruto, dismayed by the complete look of confusing on the blonds face. Didn’t Naruto realize how much it hurt to know that he slept with someone else? And with Gaara no less!

‘But then, Naruto is suffering from horniness. He probably didn’t even realize what he was doing. Or who he was doing.’ The thought gave little comfort to Sasuke. He needed to talk to Tsunade, to find out if she found anything new, anything at all. He needed to know what was wrong with his dobe.

“I don’t blame you.” Sasuke said at last as he tried to reign in his anger.

‘What the hell? Blame me for what?’ Naruto bemused. “Sasuke? What are you doing?” he asked, climbing to his feet as well.

“I have to go.” Sasuke answered, diverting his eyes away from the very naked and still very aroused Naruto.

“Why? Did I do something?” Naruto asked with complete innocence and hurt.

Sasuke stared at Naruto in bewilderment. “Naruto, you slept with Gaara! And now you’re asking me if you did something wrong?”

Naruto’s blue eyes widened in final understanding, his hand flying up to muffle a gasp. “Oh god, Sasuke! I am so sorry!” he apologized as tears shimmered in his blue eyes. He had totally forgotten last night’s happenings. How could he have been so stupid?! Now Sasuke was really going to hate him. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

Sasuke sighed, and pulled Naruto into his arms, trying to comfort him. Seeing his dobe like this, with tears spilling down his whiskered cheeks and apologizing over and over, just broke his heart.

“I said I don’t blame you, Naruto. You probably didn’t even realize what you were doing.” said Sasuke in what he hoped was and understanding tone. ‘Please tell me you didn’t know what you were doing.’

Tears continued to stream silently down Naruto’s face as he looked up at Sasuke. God, he felt so ashamed! Sasuke looked so hurt - it made him cry all the more. “Sasuke.” he began, his voice cracking. God, how was he supposed to explain? It was killing him, knowing that he hurt his Sasuke.

“You didn’t know what you were doing, right??” Sasuke all but pleaded, dreading the answer.

“Not at first.” Naruto choked out. Oh god, he hated this. “After words, I couldn’t believe what I had done. But...”

Sasuke held in his breath. ‘But,’ was never good. He did not like ‘But’ at all.

“But?” he pressed.

Naruto buried his head into Sasuke’s shoulder. “I...Oh god, Sasuke, I’m so sorry!” he cried. He couldn’t do it, couldn’t tell him. He was drawn to Gaara, enjoyed being in his arms. He couldn’t say it, not out loud.

Sasuke stiffened. He could clearly read between those words. ‘Forgive me Sasuke, I liked it.’ He could feel the tears roll down his chest from the tears the blond cried. He really felt like crying a set of his own as well.

“Naruto...” Sasuke said softly. He had to get away. He needed to think. He knew that he couldn’t blame Naruto, but it still hurt. He needed to talk to Tsunade, and maybe even Kakashi. They had to know something. There had to be something that they were not telling him.

Naruto looked back up as Sasuke spoke, fearing what he was going to say.

“Naruto, I have to go.” Sasuke said, pushing the crying blond away from him. Naruto looked so stricken, he felt like such a heel. He couldn’t stand seeing his dobe like this.

“I’m really sorry.” Naruto said, looking away from the Uchiha and wrapping his arms around his naked body. How he wished that he could die. He had made Sasuke, the one he loved, hate him.

“Naruto.” Sasuke cupped the tear stained whiskered cheeks in his hands. “I don’t blame you.” he said as sincerely as he could, looking straight into those glassy blue eyes. “I know you didn’t mean to... I just need to clear my head - talk with Tsunade. Maybe she’s figured out what’s going on with you.”

Naruto nodded his head, looking back into black eyes. “I understand.” His voice was hoarse, hardly a whisper.

Sasuke tried to give a reassuring smile, though he wasn’t sure he managed it very well. He leaned forward and brushed his lips against the Naruto’s, kissing him gently before pulling away completely.

Naruto watched as Sasuke pulled his rumpled shirt back on and head for the door. He suddenly felt lonelier than he ever felt in his life. He feared that if Sasuke walked out that door, that he would never see him again.

“Sasuke.” he said almost desperately as Sasuke opened the front door. Sasuke turned and looked at him, trying once again to give him a reassuring smile. “I’m sorry.” he said once more, needing Sasuke to know he meant it. He couldn’t let him go without him knowing that, and he would apologize to Sasuke forever if it meant the Uchiha would forgive him.

“I know.” Sasuke whispered, his smile sad. “I know.” And then he was out the door, leaving Naruto to cry alone.

Naruto stood staring at the closed door for what seemed like forever, his heart feeling as though it broke into a thousand pieces. “I’m sorry.” he whispered a last time under his breath as he laid himself back on the couch, silent tears streaming down his face. Curling into a tight ball, he fell into a restless sleep, his body shivering from the cold of both his apartment and the loneliness of his aching soul.


TBC