Never Truly Been
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Category:
Naruto AU/AR › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,153
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Never Truly Been
Author’s Note: This was inspired Velutlunas, who sent me Splashdown--Ironspy in the hope of getting me to write some Uchihacest. And look, it worked! It also satisfies Asuka K's request for Uchihacest. Look at me multitask!
Warnings: Non-graphic sex. ItaSasu. The dreaded second person point of view. Short.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto; I don't claim to; I'm not making any money on this.
Never Truly Been
You were never more mine than you are now, moving under me and around me. Moving in me with every roll of my hips. The brother I thought I had might never have existed. But this, you fucking me and expecting--rightly--that I’ll try to kill you when we’re done, is real.
Do you know how much it hurts to have you in me? Do you know that I’ve never done this before? I imagine you do. I’m sure it shows. I imagine you know how good it feels too, despite the pain. It’s been so long since I’ve been close to you. I’ve never been this close. Your taste on my lips is new. Your hands touch my back and my ass, plane over my thighs.
I could have made this better. It’s my fault we went so fast. You followed my lead.
Or did you just let me think this was my idea?
Will it be you killing me when we finish? Maybe you won’t even wait that long.
I hate you so much. Do you know that? I hate that you were never mine, even when I thought you were. I hate that even if once upon a time when I was probably too young to remember clearly, you were what you seemed to be, I can’t believe in it.
I believe in the curl of your lip as you pant and grimace. I believe in your hands and your sweat.
I believe that I’m stretched around you, raw and undignified, and I don’t care. I know that I’m greedy when I kiss you, when I wrap my arms around you and wrap my legs around you. You kiss me back, and somehow that’s not as important as the fact I’m kissing you. I can’t figure out why that is.
Your saliva is almost sweet on your lips.
Maybe you were never really mine at all before this.
Maybe I don’t know how to regret that the right way. I wish you had been. Fuck, how I wish you were what you pretended.
I lick your lips, looking in your red eyes as I do. Then I hide my face against your neck. I breathe you in. You smell like dark musk--deep and more animal than I expected. It’s all real and solid, and it’s mine.
At least you’ll be mine once before I end it.
Before it ends.
Fin
Warnings: Non-graphic sex. ItaSasu. The dreaded second person point of view. Short.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto; I don't claim to; I'm not making any money on this.
Never Truly Been
You were never more mine than you are now, moving under me and around me. Moving in me with every roll of my hips. The brother I thought I had might never have existed. But this, you fucking me and expecting--rightly--that I’ll try to kill you when we’re done, is real.
Do you know how much it hurts to have you in me? Do you know that I’ve never done this before? I imagine you do. I’m sure it shows. I imagine you know how good it feels too, despite the pain. It’s been so long since I’ve been close to you. I’ve never been this close. Your taste on my lips is new. Your hands touch my back and my ass, plane over my thighs.
I could have made this better. It’s my fault we went so fast. You followed my lead.
Or did you just let me think this was my idea?
Will it be you killing me when we finish? Maybe you won’t even wait that long.
I hate you so much. Do you know that? I hate that you were never mine, even when I thought you were. I hate that even if once upon a time when I was probably too young to remember clearly, you were what you seemed to be, I can’t believe in it.
I believe in the curl of your lip as you pant and grimace. I believe in your hands and your sweat.
I believe that I’m stretched around you, raw and undignified, and I don’t care. I know that I’m greedy when I kiss you, when I wrap my arms around you and wrap my legs around you. You kiss me back, and somehow that’s not as important as the fact I’m kissing you. I can’t figure out why that is.
Your saliva is almost sweet on your lips.
Maybe you were never really mine at all before this.
Maybe I don’t know how to regret that the right way. I wish you had been. Fuck, how I wish you were what you pretended.
I lick your lips, looking in your red eyes as I do. Then I hide my face against your neck. I breathe you in. You smell like dark musk--deep and more animal than I expected. It’s all real and solid, and it’s mine.
At least you’ll be mine once before I end it.
Before it ends.
Fin