Smile
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Category:
Naruto › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,158
Reviews:
29
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.
Smile
Title: Smile
Fandom: Naruto
Genre: Drama/Angst/Fluff
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Sasuke/Naruto.
Summary: It’s always a smirk, a sneer, a scowl. Naruto wants more than that. One-shot.
Author’s Note: It started with A Far Away Brotherhood, the SasuNaru AMV to blow away all other SasuNaru AMVs. Then it got me thinking… about how (seriously, you can check this in both the mang and anime) Sasuke has never smiled in front of Naruto. Ever. So, late-night muse struck and I scribbled down this little one-shot. This is also a sort of welcome-back-to-an-English-speaking-country present for my beta, Most flogged, since I haven’t finished the first chapter to another fic. (It’ll be coming out by September, I promise!)
Disclaimer: Naruto = not mine. Fucking Viz.
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“…Sasuke?”
“Nn?”
“Can…can you smile for me?”
You prop yourself up on your elbows, turning to me so that I can see your face. It’s not a smile. Your eyes say so in the dark.
“Happy now, dobe?” you drawl. As if it ever mattered.
“No, that’s a really bad smile. I hate it.”
The shadows on your face change as you go back to your normal expression, the one that’s not a scowl or a smirk. I can’t see well enough to tell what it is. But then, even if the moon and streelamps were behind me, I don’t think that I’d be seeing anything special. Just you, naked with me under the sheets that are going to smell like sweat and cum in the morning. It’s too hot in here.
“Che.”
Where the hell do you get off making me feel like I’m only useful as a fight or a fuck? The digital clock says 1 AM. It’s too early for me to get angry at you. Maybe I’ll remember to get pissed off on our mission tomorrow. Then I can punch you into the ground because I won’t be able to ask what I really am to you and why you can’t smile for me. And why, out of everyone in Konoha with guys like Neji and girls like Sakura, you fuck me until I scream into your shoulder, every night that we don’t come home too tired.
Is it because I’m the easiest? Or because you know I won’t tell the village why their precious Uchiha doesn’t look at girls?
You kiss me, like that’ll get rid of all the stupid questions and make me go to sleep. I let you. But then I bite your lip so that it draws blood and is a royal bitch to explain to Kakashi-sensei afterwards. I’m annoyed. You’re just kissing me harder and deeper. There’s blood in our mouths; I hear some of it drip onto the sheet. Then your lips move across my cheek and up to my ear. “Shut up and get some sleep,” you murmur.
I growl, a half-assed little puppy growl that’s really more of a whine. I don’t feel like sleeping.
But you’ve already turned over, away from me, levelling your breathing and drifting off like a good ninja. You’re not gonna be the one with dark circles under his eyes tomorrow and Sakura asking when the hell did you get insomnia, Naruto?
Fuck you.
I love you.
* * *
“…Sasuke?”
“Nn?”
“Can…can you smile for me?”
Not even will I do it. It’s can I do it, as if you don’t know whether I’m capable of the action or not.
A smile is an expression generated when one is feeling happy, content, etc. An Avenger can’t afford those emotions.
But because your eyes are painfully blue and trusting, I stretch my lips apart. There’s nothing behind it, and even you can sense this in the dead of night.
“Happy now, dobe?”
I call you dobe because it’s easier than “Naruto”. Your name has too many sounds that I can trip and fall into, cracking so that something unwanted leaks out. I forgot this when we fought Haku and Gaara.
You pout, muttering, “No, it’s a really bad smile. I hate it.”
No surprises there. You’d dearly love to think you hated something about me.
“Che.”
I’ve heard the way you whimper for more, and scream my name when you come. It’s nothing like hate.
Just don’t call it love.
Ever.
Your lips are still swollen when I kiss them again. They taste like the recent sex. Before that, it was ramen. Miso. I know this because I was the one who paid when you couldn’t find your wallet. You owed me for that. And you’ll owe me again tomorrow when the mission goes well and you still can’t find your wallet. Maybe in a few nights I’ll slip it back into your pocket before you wake up and put your pants back on, to remind me that in the world’s eyes, nothing happened. Then you’ll throttle that stupid frog-thing and feel like a dumbass, which you are.
Because dumbasses aren’t worth emotion.
Blood seeps into my tongue from where you’ve bitten me, thinking that I’ll fall for a little pain like that. So I show you the taste of it, plunging into your mouth in the way that calls our first kiss a classroom joke. I want you to know that this is nothing to me, that it doesn’t tie me down to you or this life.
I have only one tie to anything. His name is Niisan.
It would be pointless to continue anything right now. With my lips tracing blood across your skin, I whisper, “Shut up and get some sleep.”
The words aren’t out of care; you’ll be useless tomorrow if you’re too tired to move. I don’t want to rely on Sakura.
I drop back onto the pillow, facing away from you because there’s a smile I don’t want you to see. It’s made out of emotion I don’t want us to have.
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Any kind of feedback is will greatly appreciated. (Fuck flames, because everyone knows that they don't do anything)
Fandom: Naruto
Genre: Drama/Angst/Fluff
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Sasuke/Naruto.
Summary: It’s always a smirk, a sneer, a scowl. Naruto wants more than that. One-shot.
Author’s Note: It started with A Far Away Brotherhood, the SasuNaru AMV to blow away all other SasuNaru AMVs. Then it got me thinking… about how (seriously, you can check this in both the mang and anime) Sasuke has never smiled in front of Naruto. Ever. So, late-night muse struck and I scribbled down this little one-shot. This is also a sort of welcome-back-to-an-English-speaking-country present for my beta, Most flogged, since I haven’t finished the first chapter to another fic. (It’ll be coming out by September, I promise!)
Disclaimer: Naruto = not mine. Fucking Viz.
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“…Sasuke?”
“Nn?”
“Can…can you smile for me?”
You prop yourself up on your elbows, turning to me so that I can see your face. It’s not a smile. Your eyes say so in the dark.
“Happy now, dobe?” you drawl. As if it ever mattered.
“No, that’s a really bad smile. I hate it.”
The shadows on your face change as you go back to your normal expression, the one that’s not a scowl or a smirk. I can’t see well enough to tell what it is. But then, even if the moon and streelamps were behind me, I don’t think that I’d be seeing anything special. Just you, naked with me under the sheets that are going to smell like sweat and cum in the morning. It’s too hot in here.
“Che.”
Where the hell do you get off making me feel like I’m only useful as a fight or a fuck? The digital clock says 1 AM. It’s too early for me to get angry at you. Maybe I’ll remember to get pissed off on our mission tomorrow. Then I can punch you into the ground because I won’t be able to ask what I really am to you and why you can’t smile for me. And why, out of everyone in Konoha with guys like Neji and girls like Sakura, you fuck me until I scream into your shoulder, every night that we don’t come home too tired.
Is it because I’m the easiest? Or because you know I won’t tell the village why their precious Uchiha doesn’t look at girls?
You kiss me, like that’ll get rid of all the stupid questions and make me go to sleep. I let you. But then I bite your lip so that it draws blood and is a royal bitch to explain to Kakashi-sensei afterwards. I’m annoyed. You’re just kissing me harder and deeper. There’s blood in our mouths; I hear some of it drip onto the sheet. Then your lips move across my cheek and up to my ear. “Shut up and get some sleep,” you murmur.
I growl, a half-assed little puppy growl that’s really more of a whine. I don’t feel like sleeping.
But you’ve already turned over, away from me, levelling your breathing and drifting off like a good ninja. You’re not gonna be the one with dark circles under his eyes tomorrow and Sakura asking when the hell did you get insomnia, Naruto?
Fuck you.
I love you.
* * *
“…Sasuke?”
“Nn?”
“Can…can you smile for me?”
Not even will I do it. It’s can I do it, as if you don’t know whether I’m capable of the action or not.
A smile is an expression generated when one is feeling happy, content, etc. An Avenger can’t afford those emotions.
But because your eyes are painfully blue and trusting, I stretch my lips apart. There’s nothing behind it, and even you can sense this in the dead of night.
“Happy now, dobe?”
I call you dobe because it’s easier than “Naruto”. Your name has too many sounds that I can trip and fall into, cracking so that something unwanted leaks out. I forgot this when we fought Haku and Gaara.
You pout, muttering, “No, it’s a really bad smile. I hate it.”
No surprises there. You’d dearly love to think you hated something about me.
“Che.”
I’ve heard the way you whimper for more, and scream my name when you come. It’s nothing like hate.
Just don’t call it love.
Ever.
Your lips are still swollen when I kiss them again. They taste like the recent sex. Before that, it was ramen. Miso. I know this because I was the one who paid when you couldn’t find your wallet. You owed me for that. And you’ll owe me again tomorrow when the mission goes well and you still can’t find your wallet. Maybe in a few nights I’ll slip it back into your pocket before you wake up and put your pants back on, to remind me that in the world’s eyes, nothing happened. Then you’ll throttle that stupid frog-thing and feel like a dumbass, which you are.
Because dumbasses aren’t worth emotion.
Blood seeps into my tongue from where you’ve bitten me, thinking that I’ll fall for a little pain like that. So I show you the taste of it, plunging into your mouth in the way that calls our first kiss a classroom joke. I want you to know that this is nothing to me, that it doesn’t tie me down to you or this life.
I have only one tie to anything. His name is Niisan.
It would be pointless to continue anything right now. With my lips tracing blood across your skin, I whisper, “Shut up and get some sleep.”
The words aren’t out of care; you’ll be useless tomorrow if you’re too tired to move. I don’t want to rely on Sakura.
I drop back onto the pillow, facing away from you because there’s a smile I don’t want you to see. It’s made out of emotion I don’t want us to have.
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Any kind of feedback is will greatly appreciated. (Fuck flames, because everyone knows that they don't do anything)