Closer to God

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You let me violate you.

A sharp gasp in the dark of the room.

You let me desecrate you

The taste of sweat in his mouth, sharp and salty and utterly human.

You let me penetrate you,

Blood now in his mouth as he bit down, muffling his own deep seated groan into golden skin.

You let me complicate you

A garbled sound that might have been his name, made incoherent by a sudden assault on that gasping panting mouth. The strangely saline taste of blood mingled between them, turned into something else, and he could feel his control slipping.Golden hair that demanded to be yanked, sunkissed skin that begged for bruises. It was all he could do to restrain himself from just tearing into that body he was slowly slipping into, and that restraint was wearing away, gasp by gasp.

Help me

He began to thrust, unable to keep his hips from moving, his muscles clenching at the pleasurepain of that almost too hot warmth, that almost too tight snugness. He groaned again, louder, and his kiss took a harder edge, teeth clashing with the force of it.

I broke apart my insides,

There was no gentleness in his movements, only a sense of desperation and something darker, more animalistic that he himself hadn't even known was inside him until that moment. He pounded furiously into the body beneath him, trapping another aching, throbbing erection between the sweat slicked slide of their lower bellies.

Help me

Teeth closed, just slightly on his tongue and he would have smirked, would have given his almost patented, calculatingly amused look, if his eyes hadn't have been clenched shut, if his brows wernt drawn together. If he had the presence of mind to think of anything but the satisfying brutality of slamming into the other boy, only to draw back out and slam back in again.

I've got no soul to sell

He pulled his mouth away, fisted his hands in spiky blonde hair. A low growl made its way past clenched teeth as he picked up the pace, driving as hard and as fast as he could into the boy writhing beneath him, almost as if to break him. As if to fracture the other boy as badly as he himself was.

Help me,

It was only in moments like this that he could forget. Forget his duty, forget his past and his future, forget about everything but right now, taking out his aggression, his desperation, his fear on his best friend. His rival. His lover.

The only thing that works for me,

It was only like this, when he was naked and moaning and violently losing himself in Naruto that he could just let go.

Help me get away from myself.

He could feel it coming. His absolution, that blessed moment where nothing, not even Itachi mattered, coiling in his lower belly.

I wanna fuck you like an animal,

He could hear nothing but his breath, coupled with Naruto's and loud in the otherwise peaceful silence of the room. Nothing but those helpless, needy sounds tearing thier way from the blondes throat every time he buried himself into him, nothing but the roar of his blood, and the slap of naked skin on naked skin.

I wanna feel you from the inside,

Everything narrowed down, the pleasure, the pain, to one blindingly hot, sharp point, and he shuddered hard as the coil in his lower belly sprang free, releasing him.

I wanna fuck you like an animal

He could hear himself, the loud, sharp cry that tore out him as he came, pouring everything he had to give into his lover.

My whole existence is flawed,

Something hot and sticky on his belly, his chest, as Naruto came, an uncharacteristic whimper accompanying it, and he pulled out of the other boy, his teeth clenched at the distinctive feeling just on this side of pain that always followed the action. He rolled over onto his back, finally free if only for a moment. Black eyes closed to blank away the dingy ceiling. There was a soft warmth at his side, the pungent smell of sex and something he couldn't quite put his finger on as Naruto curled up to him, loose and relaxed. The light that filtered into the room lined the edges of his body in silver. He could see the difference in them, and it never failed to disgust him that he wanted that tanned expanse of skin to be pale, those brilliant blue eyes to be as black as his, that short, unruly hair to be long, silky and black.

He knew it was wrong to want his lover to be his brother. And he knew it was wrong to be fucking his best friend to forget that same traitorous brother. But he did it anyway. He kept pushing away his lust for a man he swore to kill, and kept sleeping with Naruto in hopes that it would help him, that it would heal him. In hopes that the unrelenting optimism might someday wear off onto him. Even if he had to taint Naruto with his own darkness, he wanted some of that.


Sasuke allowed himself a bitter smile.

You get me closer to God

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A/N Well guys? Whaddya think? It doesnt feel right to me, but hell if I know what to do to fix it, so if anyone has any ideas, lend a hand? On a lighter note, it seems that my muse likes fast food. Im always at work when she starts yelling at me.

BTW: Thank ya'll fer yer support! Constructive crit makes me happy inside, as does in general kudos... You guys rock!

Yep. Months and months and months later. Still doesnt feel right. And for some stupid reason, isnt where it should be. Hmmmm...