Pulse

Final Chapter: May the snow fall on bodies entwined

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or anything affiliated with it. This story is purely for my own (and hopefully my readers’) enjoyment. Additionally if 2 men + intimacy = anger, then read something else more suited to your tastes. Right now.

Author’s Notes: Wow, I can’t believe the story is actually coming to a close, and what a close it is. This may just be the longest chapter in the story. I only hope that you will all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I am also very very eager to receive reviews (well, what’s new). I sincerely thank all of you who have encouraged me and kept me writing.

Shameless Plugs: I would like to announce that I am currently writing a Genma/Hayate story called The Mask of Eurydice. It’s not a deathfic, quite the opposite really.

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I sigh and brush my bangs out of my eyes for what seems like the fiftieth time today. That was the last room, now this blasted house was clean. I look around and smile vaguely with satisfaction, my house is ready for mine and Naruto’s party. My home is a good size, not huge, but not exactly small either. Most people were shocked when I did not move back into the Uchiha district of town. How could I have though? It would have been like moving into a ghost town in which I had known all the citizens personally. Instead I chose a medium sized house with a garden and a pool. It suited me just fine. Now it would finally be getting some visitors.

Despite having played off my worry about our friends’ reactions, I was a bit nervous. It was not everyday that you came out to your friends and simultaneously informed them you also happened to be sleeping with a mutual friend. That and I’m not exactly a social butterfly, parties make me a bit queasy. All those people…I shake my head, they are not ‘people’, they are friends.

Years ago I would have scoffed at the notion of having so many friends. Times change though, and so had I. The way you perceive the world can be altered drastically over the course of six or so years. Hell just in the last few months my view of the world had changed radically.

“Sasuke” I was pulled from my reverie by Naruto sliding across the wood floor into the room.

“Yes, Naruto.” I replied, smiling and leaning back against him as his arms wrapped around my waist. It felt so right to rest against him and just be. I sighed softly as I realized I could do this forever. It was great, if just a little terrifying.

“Can we have a quickie before the party starts?” He asks, slipping a hand down my stomach and under my shirt. Change is good, I muse with a smile, sucking in a breath when his nimble fingers splay across my hips and press me against him. “Can I just roll you into bed really fast?” He asks again.

I laugh and shake my head. “Oh no, you are not coming anywhere near me with Naruto Jr.-Keep it in your pants. I may not have been mad at you two days ago, but I am still sore.”

He huffs dejectedly, but does not press the issue more. “Besides… tonight it is my turn to make you scream.” I add, giving him a lecherous grin over my shoulder.

I know he is nervous but I just can’t help teasing him. He laughs shyly and skitters out of the room to answer whoever is knocking at the door.

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A rather flustered Naruto opens the door to Sasuke’s house and I quirk my visible brow. I glance over at Iruka and he grins. Looks like we’re both thinking the same thing. I resist the urge to turn a children’s song about kissing in a tree into an adult song about screwing in a bed. Iruka elbows me lightly in the ribs when we walk through the door.

“Hey, what was that for?” I ask my brown haired chew toy ‘o love. It’s a new name I have selected just for him, awesome, ne? Yeah, I thought so too, now if only I could convince him of that. I find his lack of faith disturbing.

He sighs exasperatedly, I love it when he does that. Then again him just breathing makes me moon over him like a lovesick cow. Hmmm…mooning, maybe I should do that. And cows…cows make me think of poor Zabuza and his horrid fashion sense*.

I get another elbow in the ribs and grin again. “You know what that was for, and stop smiling at Naruto like that. You’ll make him think you want to eat him.” He whispers, and I shiver a little at his cool breath on my ear. “But he can’t see my teeth.” I whisper back. It is true, my mask is on, but I guess my smile is pretty obvious even through the concealing fabric.

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About two hours later the party is in full swing. I look around the room, wow, everyone is here. Shikamaru, Kiba, Neiji, Kakashi, Iruka, Shino, Sakura, Ino, Chouji, Jiraiya, Tsunade, Rock Lee, Gai Lee, Hinata, Genma, Kankurou, Temari, and even Gaara, They were all here. I was at a loss as to how the sand siblings had gotten here so fast, but I guess they were in the neighborhood, so to speak.

I smile widely, and most of them are dancing to boot. Damn, I had no idea Gaara could move like that. Apparently, neither did Neiji, seeing as he is giving him a rather interesting look. I suppress a giggle, I wonder if he can belly dance, he is certainly showing evidence of that possibility.

Sasuke ghosts by me, faintly brushing a hand up my arm as he goes over to talk to Gai. Before he reaches him he shoots me an intense look from beneath hooded lids. I swallow and my mouth goes dry. I abruptly feel that we need to come out and then make everybody get out, fast.

The whole time Sasuke is speaking to Gai I watch my black haired prize intently. In fact I am watching him so closely I don’t notice Shikamaru talking to me. “Speaking you with you is troublesome, especially if you don’t intend to pay attention.” He says blithely. I smile at him, it would figure he is not dancing. “Sorry Shikamaru, I was in space, what where you saying?” I ask, hoping the lazy man will repeat himself.

He sighs and surprisingly speaks again, although he sounds like he’s pulling teeth. “You were staring at him again. When are you going to tell him? You know, there are more than a few people who want to get their hands on Sasuke.”

I smile, yeah, and I would have my hands all over him right now, but here I stand with my hands in my pockets instead of down his pants. Oh woe is me. “I know that.” I smile brilliantly at him. “You know something, I think I will do something about that right now.”

“Naruto what are you…” The question dies in his throat when I stride over to Sasuke.

I tap him on the shoulder, locking my arms around him when he turns. His dark eyes widen as I lean forward and catch his lips with mine. At first I can tell he is too shocked to react, but soon he responds, opening his mouth beneath my demanding kiss. I hear gasps around us, and I deepen our kiss, wrapping my arms around him tightly. Soon his hands are tangled in my hair, and it is all I can do not to just toss him on the ground and have at my first experience with exhibitionistic sex.

A loud whistle (which was probably Kakashi) and a howl (Which had to be Kiba) bring me back to my surroundings. I pull my lips from Sasuke’s, and look up to everyone staring at us.

Sasuke hides his face beneath my neck. “Naruto, that is not exactly how I wanted to go about this.” He grinds out, and I can feel him schooling his face into a mask of indifference. He pulls away from me but leaves one hand in mine.

You can practically hear crickets chirping as we face our friends. Then out of the blue, Gai yells out in an jubilant voice. “Youthful love! So beautiful it makes my heart sing! And sing I Shall, join me in the chorus of winged cupid!” Naturally Rock Lee joins him. They sound like a pair of cats suffering from laryngitis. That breaks the ice. He is nearly as good at that as Kiba is, although he lacks finesse. Which is not really saying much for Kiba. Within moments of Gai’s impromptu performance, Sasuke and I are being bombarded by questions.

The inquiries range from simple “You’re Gay?” to the much messier “How’s the sex…or have you guys not done that yet?” Which was naturally our old Sensei Kakashi.

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I hold up a hand to silence them all. “People, calm down, I will answer it all in my own way.”

There is some grumbling at this, they know I won’t go into the detail they (Meaning Kakashi, Kiba, and Jiraiya) want. “We are gay, we are together, and we could not be happier.” I say calmly, and then add for good measure. “And the sex is fantastic, there, are you happy now?” I see Naruto flush out of the corner of my eye and I smile. Our three perverse guests whoop in unison at that admission.

“Ano…Naruto, how long have the two of you been together?” Hinata asks softly.

“A little over a month.” Naruto answers.

Hinata smiles warmly. “Congratulations, Naruto-kun.” Naruto smiles at her in response. I’m glad she has found someone else to give her heart to. I know she had feelings for Naruto before even I did, but he never really noticed the sweet girl in that respect.

“Now that everyone knows…is there anyone who objects?” I ask, mentally steadying myself against any loss of friendship that may come my way.

“Why would anyone object.” Comes Genma’s smooth response from the back of the crowd. “When it is so plain to see how the two of you feel for each other. If only everyone could be so lucky.” I see sadness in his dark eyes, and I know he is thinking of Hayate. Our gazes lock and suddenly I realize if I were to lose Naruto my death would probably soon follow. I tear my gaze from his and wonder distantly if one day we may just find Genma done in by his own hand.

“If anybody has a problem I will personally introduce them to a thousand years of pain.” Kakashi shouts, earning a few cringes (especially Naruto’s) from our gathered friends.

“What about Naruto’s….problem and the villagers? Do you not care, Sasuke?” Questions Gaara almost inaudibly, his pupiless eyes examining the grain of the wood on my floor.

“I made peace with his unwelcome guest some time ago, I could care less what the villagers say. They do not know him the way I do.” I return, knowing that the question is as much out of his own insecurities as concern for Naruto.

“You mean biblically?!!” Shouts Jiraiya abruptly, disturbing my quiet contemplation of the hope blooming in Gaara’s green eyes.

“What?” Squawks Naruto at Jiraiya, who merely leers a bit and yells even louder. “I mean, of course the villagers don’t know you like Sasuke does. He knows you in a ..different way.” He adds, waggling his fingers in that unsettling way of his.

“Urusei Ero-Sennin!!! Naruto volleys back, and shakes his fist at the white haired pervert. I sigh and roll my eyes. Somehow, I am not surprised. I turn around and head for the kitchen door as Naruto’s yelling and Jiraiya’s goading reach new heights. “Ahem.” I clear my throat. “Would anyone like to have dinner, I’m sure you are all hungry after all that dancing.” I say, trying my best to yell over the two men forming a scene in my living room.

That ended the screaming match quite effectively, with Naruto and Jiraiya flying past me in a race to get to the table. The door to the kitchen is still swinging wildly when the rest of the party reacts, following me to where the food will be served.

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I blink my visible eye lazily, I feel a little sleepy. Must be because I ate the equivalent of a blue whale stuffed with cocktail weenies. Mmmm cocktail weenies, there they are staring at me mockingly from the center of the table. Sure, I can fit one more down the old hatch. I reach my hand out only to have it slapped rather sharply by my chocolate haired lover. Oh well, if I can’t have weenies, I can have chocolate, which is in its’ own right a food group.

“Kakashi you are going to make yourself ill.” Iruka says quietly, but I notice he slurs his speech a little. I grin and lean over in an attempt to lick his hair, but am stopped by my mask. “Shenanigans…shenanigans I say. First the weenies, and now this…what‘s the world coming to?” Did I mention that I might be just a tad drunk. No? Well yeah, I am.

I look up from my contemplation of Iruka’s hair and am a little shocked when I notice that other than Naruto and Sasuke, Iruka and myself are the only ones left at the table. “Eh…where did everyone go?” I ask, and I feel a little sharper. I think something’s up, and it’s not me.

“Well, they all went to keep dancing while you were stuffing your face.” I grin at Sasuke’s mildly aggravated expression. No doubt he looks like that because I kept my mask on while I stuffed said face.

“Besides, I have a question that I really need you to answer.” Adds Naruto, he and Sasuke sharing a look that has me raising my eyebrows. “Oh yeah, and what question is that? I question questioningly, oh ho, I am so witty it pains me.

I smile when Naruto and Sasuke begin having a whispered debate. It must be a juicy question if they are arguing like that. “What do you suppose they want to know?” Murmurs Iruka. “They probably want ‘Kakashi’s Secrets to Hot Tantric Lovin’…” I answer, grinning cheekily at Iruka’s sigh of exasperation. After all, one does not spend so many years reading Icha Icha Paradise, and not become an expert on perversions. “Moo lover, very moo.” I whisper into his ear, and laugh like a maniac when he looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. I sober quickly from my fit when I realize I just may have….hnnn I wonder where it went. Probably frolicking in the chips.

My contemplation of my unfaithful cerebellum is abruptly ended when Naruto yells. “Fine…FINE I’ll ask him!” Sasuke seems to like this answer, for he sits back and looks oh so smug. “I just have one thing to say before you ask though. Remember, you wanted to know, do not say I did not warn you.” Wow, it must be really juicy…or perverse to have them acting like this. I must say, I am intrigued. My dolphin shifts next to me, I think he is just as interested as I am.

“Eh….well um, Kakashi….eh….you see….” Sasuke smacks Naruto slightly, and the blonde finally stops stuttering. “I want to know how you taught Sasuke to give blowjobs!” He says it all very quickly (and also turns scarlet very quickly too, I might add) but I understood perfectly. “Damn good ones too…” He mutters under his breath, and turns that shade of purple I love so, when he realizes I heard him.

I giggle like a schoolboy and make motions at the couple sitting across from us. “Ah yes, gather around and I’ll tell you a fine tale.”

Naruto rolls his eyes and points a finger at me. “Would you just spit it out!” I grin happily at his anger. “Hoo hoo, this story has nothing to do with spitting my dear.”

There is a nearly audible thunk on the table as Sasuke’s head hits it. Yeah, that’s the ticket, there is nothing I love more than making people pass out. Wait minute no, that’s not right, sex is far far better. I squeeze my blushing Iruka at this thought. “Kakashi, just tell him.” Sasuke commands, pulling a now sputtering Naruto to sit next to him.

“Fine….It was a dark and stormy night, when he stepped into my life. Down the street, church bells were ringing, it was Sunday all right.” I begin, and am immediately cut off by Sasuke. “It was a sunny, it was Monday, and you live nowhere near a church.”

“Do YOU want to tell the story?” I ask, and Sasuke shakes his head. “Weeel then, let me tell it my way.” Sasuke sighs, and I know I’ve won. “Fine, but try to keep it at least moderately true to the real story.” I nod, sure, I can do that.

“Ahem…as I was saying. It was a bright, sunny, and perfectly miserable Monday. You, Naruto, where out of town on a mission…or so it is said.” Ohhh yeah, that’s the stuff, I feel a flashback coming on*.

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What in the Nine Hells was Sasuke doing on my doorstep at ten in the morning? As if Reading my mind, he spoke. “Kakashi, I’m sorry to disturb you at this hour, but I figured that I could reach you now. Can I come in?”

Now this was odd, he almost seemed worried. “Sure, come in, what’s on your mind Sasuke?” I asked, watching while he situated himself in my living room. “Close the door, and then I will talk.” He murmured, and I complied, walking over to sit across from him afterwards.

“There, I’ve shut the door, now why are you here? And why do you look like a forest is wedged up your ass.” He scoffed slightly at that, now I was sure something was up. Former teacher or not, that kind of talk would usually get my head handed to me on a sliver platter. I find that having an apple shoved in my mouth and being roasted is just not flattering to my complexion.

“I need advice, and I could think of no one else to go to.” Sasuke said, glancing at me from beneath his bangs. “Really, why me? Is it my charm, my stunning good looks, or my vast intellect?” I said, earning a glare and a snort from my ebony haired guest. “No, it is because you are a pervert, and right now that is exactly what I need.” I was shocked, never in a million years did I think I would be hearing those words uttered from Sasuke’s mouth.

“Really? Do you mean it?” I asked dreamily, pleased at the prospect of helping a former student in his pursuit of the perverse.

Sasuke nodded. “Yes, I do. You see…for the past few weeks I have been…involved with someone.” Now this was a shocker, and I was immediately curious as to who the lucky guy was. As it turned out though, Sasuke refused to tell me.

“So what is it you need help on then?” I asked, comfortable in the knowledge that if I could not figure out who it was, I could at least hear something of interest.

“First you must promise that whatever I say stays here.” He said, and I nodded in assent. “I promise, no one will ever be the wiser.”

“Good, because if you ever tell a soul about this, so help me I will hunt you down and steal all of your dirty books.” He said, and I knew he was dead serious. What had my books ever done to him to deserve such cruelty? I sniffed and nodded again in understanding.

Sasuke took a deep breath and began. “As you have probably already figured out, I am in fact with a man. That being said…I need to learn how to…orally pleasure my lover. Thus far I have only a vague understanding as to how to go about it.”

Oh, this was brilliant, I fought the urge to squeal with glee as I contemplated how to instruct him. “Well, you see the best way to go about these things is to get hands on experience.” I tried my best to look sincere, but I probably only managed to look slightly less deranged than I was feeling. “Practice makes perfect.” I added seeing the look of disbelief on Sasuke’s face.

“What exactly would that entail?” He asked, raising a brow and fixing his eyes on me. “Just trust me.” I answered, putting a hand on his shoulder.

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Twenty minutes, and a lot of persuasion later, Sasuke was sitting at mine and Iruka’s kitchen table. He was holding an obscenely sculpted carrot in one hand, and wearing a look of disbelief on his face. “You can’t be serious…you expect me to suck on a carrot?” he asked incredulously.

“Well, you could suck on me, but you have already told me that is not an option. So, a carrot it is…unless you have changed your mind that is?” I was grinning, the blush rising on his pale features looked quite becoming. “Kakashi, you’re not helping.” Sasuke hissed, glaring for all he was worth, though that persistent flush did a lot to ruin the effect.

“Sorry, sorry, I couldn’t help myself. Now, when you put it in your mouth, you’ve got to remember what you like best when you’re being touched. For most men, the head is extremely sensitive, so focus on that for a little while. Not too long though or you might end up with a mouthful sooner than you expect. It all depends on your lover’s stamina, and what he likes best. However, for sheer pleasure, nothing beats a good honest deepthroating!” I was really enjoying all the colors he was turning, it was like watching a rainbow form.

“A good honest deepthroating?” He choked out, staring at me like I had officially lost it.

“Yes, you know, where you swallow him whole and such. It is fantastically pleasurable, especially if you kind of make swallowing motions in the back of your throat. Not to mention, it never fails to impress.” He blinked at me as if I had just walked out of a spaceship.

“Is that even possible, what about gag reflexes?” He asked, eyeing the carrot skeptically. “Can you swallow a pill Sasuke?” I asked seriously, and he nodded. “Good, then you can swallow a cock.”

He stared at me, and stared, and then shook his head. “Kakashi, the two are hardly the same size.” I sniffed and nodded regretfully. “Yes, I know, but I’m trying to give you confidence.”

“Whatever Kakashi, just tell me how to swallow this…thing.” he said, pointing at the orange vegetable.

Ten or so minutes later, my beloved Iruka walked in on me coaching a former student on how to swallow a carrot whole. “Kakashi…I nearly don’t want to know, but what is going on here?”

“No, no, relax your throat or you’re going to choke…yes, that’s bett…er..hello Iruka!” I chimed, turning away from Sasuke and waving at my Iruka.

“I repeat WHAT is going on?” He asked again, rubbing at his temples like he had a serious migraine coming on. Seeing him rub his temples always makes me want to rub his nipples, but I digress.

“Well love, you see, Sasuke had a problem that only I could help him with.” I answered, hoping my cheery demeanor, and flawless delivery would quell the look of anger blooming on his face.

“That still does not explain what you are doing to him.” Ooh, he sounded peeved, I was so not getting any today if this kept up. “Iruka, he was not ‘doing’ anything to me. I needed guidance in the area of um….well…blowjobs. The only person I could think of to help me was Kakashi, and that is what is going on.” Thank you Sasuke, Iruka is already looking less like he wants me dead.

“Oh…that is a little strange, but my interest is piqued….carry on.” He said, and sat down in one of the chairs by our table. “Are you going to…watch?” Sasuke asked turning a brilliant shade of cherry red. Iruka nodded, and smirked uncharacteristically. “I’m not without talent myself, maybe I can give you a few pointers.”

This was true, my lover had talent, a lot of it. Just the thought of what he could do caused me to have to sit down. “Hey, Iruka, want to give him a demonstration?” My lover flushed and shook his head. “Oh no Kakashi, I refuse to blow you in front of an onlooker again.” When he realized what he had just let on, his hands flew up to cover his mouth. Sasuke blinked, but did not ask, which was really very nice of him. If I had been in his position, I would have been foaming at the mouth for details. Then again I have rabies, and he does not.

We spent the whole afternoon ‘instructing’ our semi reluctant pupil. Iruka even took the day off so he could help. Never let it be said that we do not come to the aid of our friends when they need it. By the end of the day Sasuke was a pro, I always knew he was a fast learner.

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Naruto looked dumbstruck by my admission. “Are you fucking serious?” He asked, eyeing first me, and then Sasuke with a mix of amusement and shock. “Yes.” I answered simply, and Sasuke nodded to corroborate my response.

“That actually was the truth.” Sasuke said. “Would I lie to you?” I added, just for effect. Naruto rolled his eyes, and turned to Sasuke. “You did that for me?” He inquired, slipping an arm around his blushing Lover.

“Yes, I would do anything to please you Naruto….anything.” his voice drops an octave on the last word, the innuendo in his words causing Naruto to shiver. It’s unspeakably sexy, Naruto is a lucky guy. Naruto licks his lips and manages to tear his eyes away from his black clad incubi. “Kakashi…do us a favor, and kick everyone out.” He says huskily, and I get the feeling he is really close to just jumping him right there.

Sasuke smirks deviously. “Oh no, Naruto, we can’t make everyone leave just yet. Such an abrupt end to the party would be rude.”

He was making him wait, I knew from experience what that meant. Naruto was probably in for the night of his life, and judging by the scowl on his face, he hadn’t a clue.

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Gods I want him so badly, every second I can’t have him makes me more and more desperate. “Please.” I plead into Sasuke’s ear.

“Come help me put the dishes in the washing machine, Naruto.” He says, not showing even the slightest sign that he has heard me. I nod dumbly and follow him into the kitchen, excusing myself from the table.

When I come in, he is already placing plates in the machine. I merely stand next to him and watch him move, tracing the lines of his body with a hungry gaze.

Without warning he turns and pins me between himself and the counter. “How am I supposed to work with you staring at me like you want to screw me into the floor.” I quiver at the thought, and fight the urge to moan at the images that brings to mind.

“Dunno…I was hoping if I looked at you like that for long enough, you’d get the hint and stop cleaning. I guess it worked, didn’t it?” I murmur, groaning softly as his leg slides between my thighs and presses against my rapidly forming problem.

“Like a charm.” He breathes huskily, leaning forward to capture my lips with his. Our mouths’ lock, tongues twisting around each others, our breaths coming in short gasps as my world instantly fogs in a haze of lust. His hands wander down my back pulling me in closer. He sucks on my tongue, and then fucks my mouth with his, a preface to what he wants to do later. Oh hell, I want to die like this, wrapped in his arms, kissing like the world doesn’t matter anymore.

Sasuke pulls back suddenly, and the metallic clink of a belt buckle being undone rings sharp in the all but silent room. And then he’s on his knees, sucking like the world is going to end, and I feel like it will if he ever stops. “Oh shit, Sasuke.” I breath out harshly, and only a strong hand on my hip keeps me from thrusting into his perfect throat. He hums in response, and swallows me whole, the corners of his mouth turning up as I nearly scream.

He pauses momentarily to wet a finger, and then goes back to making me into a useless pile of arousal. He hollows out his cheeks, and I start panting. Then I feel it, his index finger presses into me slowly, and I choke on a gasp. It feels odd, but not strange enough that I want to fight it. He looks up then, his red eyes locking with my blue ones. I love those eyes, and merely the sight of them nearly gets me off right then. But no, it is not that which causes me to bite my lips so hard they bleed. It is when, with precision, he finds my sweet spot, and exploits it to his advantage. He presses his finger against that spot, and swallows in his throat, and I am lost. Pleasure like I have never felt spreads in a spider webbing pattern across my back, and Goosebumps break out all over my shuddering body. It is indescribable, and in moments I have tested whether or not Sasuke swallows.

He does.

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I smile up at my blonde lover, enjoying the look of surprise on his face. He slides down the cabinets, and sits on the floor, seemingly trying to remember how to breath correctly.

“Sasuke that was…..amazing, maybe being on bottom won’t be so bad after all.” He says, and I just smile, moving to help him buckle his belt.

I stand and wash my hands, then much to Naruto’s shock, continue loading the washing machine. “Did you…did you just do that so I would leave you alone?” He asks, and I grin at him. “Possibly. Oh, stop looking so offended, and finish loading the washer while I go brush my teeth.” I murmur, leaning over to drop a quick kiss on his offended lips before I walk out of the room.

When I open the door a slightly shocked Shikamaru is standing there, an obvious blush on his usually impassive features. I just smirk at him and pat his shoulder, then resume my trek to the washroom.

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Sometime later, the party has rapidly become a drunken free for all. I am about to open the glass doors that lead out to my pool (To make sure none of my unwitting and drunk companions have fallen in), when I spot something that makes me do a double take.

Gaara and Neiji are in the pool locked in an embrace and kissing passionately. A smile breaks out across my face and I back away from the couple. Winter is coming, and it is no longer swimming weather. It is fortunate that my pool is heated otherwise the two of them would be getting cold. Not that either of them would probably notice at this point.

Finally around Twelve at night, I am ushering my last two guests to the door (Which happen to be a very suspiciously damp Neiji and Gaara). Usually a party like this would last well into the early hours of the morning. I have plans though, plans that would most definitely be in jeopardy if a large group of people were in my house. Before I close the door, Neji looks at me and smiles. “Thank you Sasuke, the party was great…and I owe you a great debt of gratitude for inviting me.”

I shake my head and smile at him gently. “Just take him home before he gets impossible.” I whisper, eyeing Gaara, who is beginning to look impatient. Neiji Laughs quietly. “You have no idea how right you are.”

I shut the door as they leave, and then finally, blessedly, I am alone with Naruto.

I walk into the living room where Naruto is eating popcorn and drinking what appears to be Sake*. “Naruto.” I say commanding his attention in an instant. I lean against the doorway and beckon him to follow me. He obeys soundlessly, the bottle of rice wine still in his hand.

I bring him into the bedroom, and shut the heavy wooden door with an audible click. He has absolutely no idea how worked up I am, I did not have the benefit of getting blown earlier. My arousal has been steeping for hours now, and I am delighted that the party is over at last.

I walk forwards and kiss him, drawing some of the Sake he just sipped into my mouth. He shares the strong liquid with me until we are both pleasantly buzzed. My smile as I take the drink from him and place it on the dresser tells him everything he needs to know.

I steer him back onto the bed, not bothering to remove the thick black jacquard duvet that covers it. I strip slowly, sensuously for him in the dim moonlit room, loving the way his eyes follow my every movement. Slowly I activate my Sharingan, I know how they burn like blood red embers from the dark shadows that cover my face. Also, knowing and reveling in the dark desire only I can evoke in my blonde lover.

Wordlessly I slink onto his lap, perching myself atop his seated form. My nudity is in sharp contrast to his fully clothed body, but that will all change soon. Our lips meet, and I twine my arms around his neck. I pull away from the kiss, and begin biting and kissing at his neck. He sighs and spears his fingers through my hair, tugging slightly when now and then I bite a little harder than he expected.

Within moments I have peeled the clothing from him, and the two of us lie staring at each other.

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“Naruto, if you really do not want to do this, I will not force the issue.” He says resting his head in the curve of my neck, and running his hands down my body. I shiver at his light touch, and shake my head. “No, you want this…and I want this, I trust you.” It’s true, I do trust him, implicitly.

Sasuke smiles brilliantly and hops off the bed, going over to inspect a bag I had noticed earlier today, but had thought nothing of. “I bought this in the morning, just for this occasion.” He says, and hands a small pear shaped glass bottle to me for my inspection.

“Pear scented tingling Lube Sasuke?” I ask, gaping at my now grinning lover. “It…tingles?” I ask, even though I am uncertain of what to expect, tingling sounds promising.

Sasuke nods, a predatory light shining in his beautiful ruby eyes. “Yes, imagine the…possibilities.”

I shiver again as he rejoins me on the bed and wraps his arms around me. “I promise, you will not regret this.” He purrs into my ear.
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Moments later I understand why Sasuke gets so impatient when he is on bottom. There are two fingers inside me now, stroking maddeningly at places that have never been touched before. And oh that fucking tingling, it’s going to drive me insane. Those wicked fingers scissor, press, and rotate, driving me wild. “Not so bad, is it Naruto?” Comes Sasuke’s smug voice as I let out a particularly desperate sounding cry.

“No it’s OH!” I’m cut off by a combination of a third finger stretching me, and simultaneously having that bundle of nerves stimulated. He is evil, evil incarnate, but he is oh so good.

Vaguely I smell pears again, and I crack one eye open to see Sasuke slicking his cock with that horribly wonderful tingling gel. He smiles and he exhales in a soft huff, I’m certain the tingling is to blame. Sasuke scoots closer to me, and uses his free hand to turn my legs so they are perpendicular to his knees. He places my left leg on his shoulder, and just breathes for a moment. He wriggles his fingers within me, and I moan, I had almost forgotten they were there, enraptured as I was with watching him.

Slowly he pulls all but one finger out, and then moves his other hand down. I have no idea what he is up to until I feel the index finger from his other hand slip in up to the second joint. My breathe hitches in my throat when he pulls the two fingers apart, opening me further for him.

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“Ready?” I murmur, almost not trusting myself to speak. It is taking every ounce of control I have to wait for his answer instead of doing what I really want to do. He nods wordlessly, and shudders when he feels my cock nudge through the pair of digits I have so carefully positioned.

“Gods…” I moan contentedly as his tightness hugs the tip of my shaft. He sucks in a sharp gasp, and I stop, waiting for him to adjust. “Breathe.” I murmur, and his head drops back as he tries to obey. “Breathe with me.” I command, guiding him to follow my example. He does, and soon I feel the muscles ease a bit, but I still remain stationary.

He shifts, and open his eyes. “Move” he orders, and I comply, slowly moving until I am completely seated inside him. He pants slightly, and I draw my fingers out of him and offer him a hand. “No no….I need you to..” His words trail off and he shifts against me.

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Oh blessed gods above, he got it! Sasuke is moving above me, finally, and it is all I can do not to melt right then and there. The initial discomfort has turned into a pleasure so consuming that each breathe I take bursts from my lungs like I have just surfaced from the bottom of the ocean.

Sweat beads on my forehead as he begins to move faster, and I just lie back and enjoy the ride. Sasuke shifts my legs so they rest on his shoulders, and he changes the angle of his thrusts. “Oh fuck, Sasuke, you’re an angel!” I cry out. Who would have thought it would feel so good?

He just moans, and leans over me, hitting that spot with an unerring accuracy that has me writhing on the bed like I’m in pain. One of his hands slips down between our bodies and he begins stroking me in time with his thrusts. I cry out unintelligibly, and arch my back. I’m close, I can feel it, and so is he. I pull my legs down from his shoulders and lock them around his hips, and he braces himself over me, speeding up effortlessly.

It’s good, incredibly so, between him hitting my sweet spot, and stroking me, I am lost to the pleasure. Out of the blue my orgasm hits me, leaving me trembling and breathless beneath him on the bed.

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Something akin to a scream leaves my lips as his muscles clamp around my cock, and I last only moments after Naruto. Instead of dropping onto him, I drop next to him, and just try and steady myself.

After a few moments of deep breathes and silence, Naruto wraps his arms around me, and nuzzles my hair. “You know Sasuke, we’ll have to do that more often.” He says, and I can feel him smile against my forehead. I laugh and run my nails down his bicep. “Naturally, I knew you would come around.”

Naruto nods, and sits up, glancing over at me with a peculiar expression on his face. “Shower?” I ask, and he nods, already moving towards the bathroom door. I smile contentedly as I follow him into the bathroom. Outside it has begun to snow, some of the white crystalline flakes are already sticking to a window. Nothing sounds better right now than a hot bath with Naruto.

I smile as I watch him draw the water for our bath. One thing is for sure, he will never be able to look at carrots or pears the same way again.

I pause for a moment to question how I became so lucky, and I wonder if we will pass the test of time. But it does not matter, because I am being pulled into strong arms and dancing eyes that promise me forever.

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A/N: * Poor Zabuza, I really liked him, even if he did wear cow/camo arm and leg warmers.
*Is it just me, or is Naruto just full to bursting with flash-backy goodness?
* I am aware that they are only twenty, but I don’t think the drinking age is the same there.

The end! Well, for now, all of the stories I am working on right now are from the “pulse” universe, so technically this is really only the beginning.

Now, go forth and review (por favor).