Stripped

"You think you can beat me with that same old bullshit?"

Naruto gritted his teeth as one solid blow sent the replication flying
backwards and into a wall, where it promptly disappeared in a puff of smoke. It
was true that there were a few dozen more still standing, but he knew Sasuke was
right.

After a few years of peace and quiet after their old rivalry had died down,
it had returned with a vengeance. The awkwardness of adolescence had given away
to the testosterone that always shows up like an unwanted guest in the later
years. For Naruto and Sasuke, it was proof that teenage boightight over more
than just girls.

Being himself, Sasuke had continued to ignore all the pretty Leaf Village
girls chasing after him. He was much too busy training, wanting to become
stronger and stronger. Even with Itachi and Orochimaru defeated, he still felt
the drive to be better than everyone else. Especially Naruto.

Naruto had found it was all he could do to keep up with his teammates. Though
he had learned a great deal about controlling chakra and using it efficiently,
he often felt as though he didn't have talent for learning new skills. Worse, he
still hadn't passed the Chuunin exam.

"Fuck you!" The kunai missed Naruto's cheek by a few inches, grazing away
some fine hairs. He caught it and sent it back, causing it to replicate into a
replication that planted a solid kick in the center of Sasuke's chest. The other
boy took it in stride, grabbing its foot and sending it to the floor with a
sharp thud. He sighed.

"You know, I don't have time for this." Sasuke sighed, a bit dramatically.
Naruto couldn't help but think that this was the most he'd ever heard him talk
in such a short period of time. Bending to snatch his kunai from the floor,
Sasuke left with nary a glance over his shoulder.

Naruto watched him go, fuming. He had always been pissed off by the cool
arrogance, and nothing was worse than not being taken seriously. He could feel
the pressure of sharpening teeth in his mouth, the heat of the eyes that were
glowing more scarlet by the second. And all o a sudden, without knowing what he
was doing, Naruto had launched himself from a crouch and through the training
room's door.

Outside in the bright, late-afternoon sunlight, Sasuke shook his head. On
some level he knew he should be less harsh on the comrade who had saved him more
than once, but something about baiting Naruto always proved irresistible. His
reactions were always so fiery, so vivid, so passionate...

WHAM!

Sasuke was suddenly aware of his mouth being full of grass, and not being
able to see. The grass part made only slightly less sense than the not being
able to see part. His brain quickly caught up, though, as he realized he was
pinned facedown to the dojo's front lawn.

"What...the...fuck?" Naruto was pleased to hear the muffled puzzlement from
under him. From this position, his strength was superior, and he took a special
pleasure in seeing Sasuke helpless. He leaned over to growl into the curve of
his ear.

"Just who the Hell do you think you are?" Unwittingly, Sasuke shivered. It
hadn't been hard to guess what had happened and who was on top of him (neither
Sakura nor Ino was nearly so heavy), but what he hadn't expected was the
disconcerting tingle the hot breath in his ear had sent down his spine
and...damn. He was in trouble now.

Naruto smiled, a feral grin with a lot of pointy teeth. "Yeah, you've always
thought you're better than me. Apparently, the Uchiha clan don't mean much
except a lot of talk. You lose this one, Sasuke." Sasuke twitched, but didn't
respond.

It took Naruto a moment to realize that something was weird, or rather that
multiple things were weird. The bastard wasn't struggling, and was in fact lying
very still. A trick? Naruto sniffed the air, unbidden, and suddenly realized
there was something new in the blanket of warm air that surrounded their bodies,
lay between them no matter how closely they were pressed together, like now.

He had smelled something like it before, known it in himself, a different
kind of punishing urge that always followed after a losing battle, after an
ungratifyinght aht awake in his own bed. Unthinkingly, he pushed a lock of black
hair away from Sasuke's face to reveal the flushed cheek below.

The bastard was enjoying it!

Just as suddenly, Naruto realized he was enjoying it, too. That was even more
unexpected. But as soon as he became aware of Sasuke's silent arousal, his own
body responded in kind. It was as though all the blood he'd ever had had drained
into his cock. By the same token, the rest of him haver ver felt so full of
chakra. Was it chakra? Could it possibly be, after their battle?

Even through their clothes, Sasuke could profoundly feel the steely hardness
and volcanic heat of the shaft pressing between the curves of his ass, and it
made him whimper with need. He himself was so hard that his cock strained
uncomfortably against the material of his shorts as Naruto's body forced him
ever-er ier into the soft grass. He swallowed a sudden lump in his throat, voice
coming out as a croak.

"If all you want to do is kick my ass, do it."

Perhaps that was manipulation. Naruto didn't know, and didn't care. The sound
of the husky voice, with its undertone of pleading, melted him. Unsure of the
results and extremely reluctan end end the delicious contact, he extricated
himself from the compromising tangle and sat down on the grass.

Sasuke knew that it would be appropriate to now beat the living Hell out of
Naruto for what he'd just done. However, he had no desire to do so. Instead, he
sat up and reached out for him.

"Naruto..."

The nine-tails was still alive and raging.

"Don't talk honey and rose petals to me, Sasuke. I know you better than
that." His eyes had turned blue again, but cobalt flame raged intensely therein.

Grabbing him by the front of his shirt, Naruto dragged Sasuke towards him.
Fingers made nimble by some inexplicable force found the tiny hidden buttons and
pushed the cloth away from them both. Sasuke's pale skin glowed like hidden
pearl in the dying sunlight, highlighted through the dark veil of the fishnet
undershirt.

Hooking his forefinger at the top, Sasuke pulled the zipper of Naruto's
jacket down and further down until it slipped off the leanly muscular shoulders,
providing a welcome burst of heat to warm him after losing his own. Naruto
reached up to slip his fingers into the short fall of silky black hair, digging
them in, reveling in the little wince that contorted Sasuke's beautiful face.
His smile might be beautiful, but it was nothing compared to his agony and
ecstasy, nothing compared to the gasping breaths he took.

Naruto was taken off-guard by the softness of the lips brushing against his
own. He had never thought about kissing a boy, only about kissing Sakura or
timetimes Tsunade. He could not have expected the firm warmth he felt now, or
the way he would want to tilt his head back, the way he wanted to open his
mouth...

He did, and was rewarded by the electrifying sensation of Sasuke's tongue
slipping against the tender inside of his lower lip. This boy who had always
been so cool and detached and unfeeling...his kiss was utterly sensitive and as
shy as it could be, sipping from Naruto like a butterfly as they traded breath.

He was losing control.

Twining the thick onyx hair around his fingers, Naruto forcefully changed
f
flow of the kiss. Now it was his tongue doing the exploring, rubbing sensuously
against Sasuke's with the arching need of passion smothered for so long, passion
without an outlet, passion without a target.

Until now.

Naruto's mouth explored from the delicious mouth, across the curve of the
jaw, until the deep shudder told him he had found a sweet spot. Here. he let his
teeth sink into the delicate flesh of Sasuke's neck, biting so hard he was
afraid the other boy would pull away for a moment. Instead, he was rewarded by a
low cry of pleasure. Again, Naruto let teat eat of his breath tickle inside
Sasuke's ear, this time taking a delicate nip at the lobe, sucking on it as his
teeth closed.

Sasuke, too, was losing control now. Losing it in a different way. Running
the backs of his hands up the firm torso, he struggled to get his fingers
through the fishnet's gaps. He found bounty in one flat male nipple, rubbing his
fingertips over it and then finding the other and doing the same, causing Naruto
to moan into his ear. That sound energized him, sent his own senses almost into
overload. Reaching down again, he ripped the shirt away, his strength easily
tearing the threadsly tly then could he rub his palms over bare golden skin, his
thumbs moving from sweeping patterns around the nipples to trace the kyuubi's
seal around Naruto's stomach. Naruto breathed in sharply as Sasuke's fingers
came very close to the place he most wanted them to be.

Sighing, Naruto took one wrist in each hand and pulled Sasuke onto his lap,
enjoying the rough-soft texture of fishnet against his now-bare skin. Through
too many layers of fabric their cocks pulsed together with the same heat and
rhythm, dying to be free and cool and warm at the same time, to be touched and
held. For now, Naruto contented himself with leaning forward, his tongue snaking
through the mesh to find a nipple, rubbing the wet tip over it and suckling
hard. Suddenly, his sharp teeth ripped thr the the material, baring the tight bs ebs entirely. Now he attacked them fully with mouth and teeth and tongue,
nipping just hard enough to make Sasuke twitch and wrap his arms more tightly
around his neck.

Slipping his fingers past the waistband, Sasuke was not at all surprised to
discover that Naruto was already unbelievably hard, raging long and hot against
his cool palm. He raised his thick and dark lashes to watch the agony of relief
and need that transformed Naruto's face into a new kind of grimace as the
skillful fingers wrapped around his cock.

"Look at me." That same serious voice that had called him a moron, told him
to get serious, now laden with tenderness. With difficulty, Naruto opened his
eyes, gazing into the deepest midnight fathoms, his gaze skimming over the
flushed cheekbones and sensual mouth. It was too much, writhing under Sasuke's
intense gaze as the firm grip became a hard, fluid stroke.

"You never wanted me to do anything for you, but you're not getting out of
this."

Those words should have signaled to Naruto that it was time to stop, time to
throw this whole sudden obsession away and run from it, but he couldn't. Every
part of his body and soul was melting into the luscious sensations of the loving
strokes, of the delicate caress of the very tip of Sasuke's thumb on each
up-stroke. The waistband slipped further down, and out of their way.

Abruptly, he was looking at the top of Sasuke's head, and thought it was odd
for a long moment before he felt a new kind of heat, drenched with delicious
wetness, delicately probing the small opening and swirling ever-widening circles
around the swollen head.

"Fuck!" Naruto hissed the expletive, his fingers again spearing into the
thick hair, curling it roughly around his fingers as the incredible sweetness of
the warm mouth pulling on his cock washed over him. Sasuke's tongue danced
patterns of ecstasy around it as his mouth slid on and off, sucking hard,
purring deep in his throat to make pleasurable vibrations that shook Naruto from
his toes to the spiky tips of his hair.

And suddenly it was too much, seeing the lips usually set in an arrogant
curve wrapped around his cock, feeling the faint roughness of Sasuke's tongue
stroking his shaft and the black silk between his fingers.

"Mmmmm..." Sasuke pulled back just enough to prevent the sudden warm rush
from choking him, letting it linger for a brief moment before it slipped down,
gladly taking in every drop. The long fingers twitched in his hair, whimpering
gasps tickling his ears where the long growl of orgasm had shattered them a
moment before. Slipping the still-firm flesh from his mouth, he briefly rubbed
the softness of his cheek against it, savoring the smell of satisfaction.

Twining his arms around the blonde's neck once more, Sasuke kissed him
passionately. The taste of his maleness had fled, and he wanted to know a warmth
and desire something like it once more, something he got from Naruto's strong
response.

Lost in his own bliss for a few minutes, Naruto almost failed to notice the
hardness pressing against his own belly. Still teasing Sasuke's tongue with his
own, he reached forward and felt for the stiff bulge in the loose-fitting shorts
with his palm. As he rubbed over ie coe could feel it pulse against his skin,
straining desperately through the thin fabric for his reciprocation. Sasuke
moaned into his mouth.

"Did you think it was going to be a one-way battle?" Naruto murmured against
the other boy's lips. Nimbly, he undid the button and zipper, letting his
fingertips chase down that most sensitive place by the fluctuations in heat and
the trembling of the body pressed against his own.

Sasuke closed his eyes, laying his forehead against Naruto's shoulder as the
unstoppable march towards paradise began. He had never really dared to dream of
feeling these fingers, long and strong and seeking, twined around his shaft.

After so much cooped-up desire and need, the squeezing pull was beyond
enjoyable, almost too far beyond. His eyes were squeezed shut now, hot tears
leaking from under the fringe of lashes to soak Naruto's skin, running down his
chest, beading on the kyuubi's mark. Sasuke's mouth, too, was hot and damp as he
bit down on the densely-muscled shoulder, moaning into the supple yet ungiving
flesh as his pleasure built.

"I-I can't..." He couldn't breathe, couldn't think. Sasuke didn't want it to
stop, not this close to the other side, but he knew he was in risk of losing a
part of himself forever,

"Too bad." Naruto shifted Sasuke in his embrace to hold him more firmly with
the other arm, fingers digging into the lean back. As he moved, the head of
Sasuke's cock rubbed against his firm chest and stomach, leaving a trail of
escaped dampness. That sensation of hard flesh against hard flesh was all Sasuke
needed. With a long hiss, he released his breath onto Naruto's skin and silky
fluid between his fingers.

Naruto cradled him there for a long while, cuddling him close as tremors of
disbelief and descending ecstasy shook Sasuke's body. Only then was he really
aware of the tears leaking across his skin, in greater numbers now, the small
hot bursts of air that were Sasuke's gasping sobs against his neck.

Lying back on the cool grass, Naruto pulled Sasuke close to his side. The
curve of his front fit Sasuke's back nicely, and he draped an arm over his waist
as they lay there together. The day had ended in a blaze of crimson and the
stars emerged, all while they sweated and stroked through oblivion. With his
good hand, Naruto reached out to take Sasuke's hand in his own.

"Now, isn't this better than running up trees?"