For Forever
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
961
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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For Forever
Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Kishimoto when it comes to the whole anime, but the actual Uzumaki Naruto belongs to Sasuke.
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"Saa-uhn-sukee! Ha-harder!"
Pale limbs tangled around tanner ones as a dark-haired boy thrust into the smaller male, repeating over and over again the cycle of moans and mewls elicited. Sasuke slammed his hips forward harder just to hear more of that sweet keening voice. Sensing that the other teen could not keep up with his pace, Sasuke flipped him around, lifted him onto his knees, gripped his hips, and just like that, Sasuke woke up.
He stared at the grey wall aligned to his bed for a minute, a little surprised at the abrupt awakening. He looked down and realized that the friction he had felt was the blanket that had tangled around his knees during his 'trysts', and the hips he had held was none other than his own pillow.
Not being able to resist the urge to scream, Sasuke muffled that scream of pure frustration in the very same pillow. He was irate at that idiot's innate ability to irritate; even when said idiot was not around.
Sasuke had thought he was rid of the loser for good when he left him at the Valley of the End two and a half years ago. But even at this gloomy and dank place, the most mundane things like hearing people slurp up noodles, using jutsus he had used against the moron, looking at swirling water getting flushed down the toilet bowl, or even seeing his own hair in the mirror would trigger an avalanche of memories. The hair specifically because it got dubbed 'duck-butt head'.
Night and day, Sasuke had to forcefully steer his attention towards his revenge to prevent himself from lingering on those unwanted thoughts. But still, the short ninja really was number one at surprising people. He would never have expected him to cling on to his promise after such a long time.
During their reunion, Sasuke had impulsively moved next to the oblivious teen and rested his outstretched arm on his shoulder. It was as close to a touch as he could permit himself to have. He hadn't even dared to glance at the bright face next to him, because if he did, he knew he would have abandoned all resolve to harden his heart, pulled that warm body towards his chest and never let go.
Even so, all that effort had been for naught. Since apparently, Sasuke's Sharingan had registered every last detail of the idiot as fodder for his dreams. The nightly visitations of his image had started two months, three weeks, and five days ago on the night of their reunion. Not that he was counting of course.
That once round face had lost some of it's baby fat, the whiskered cheeks flushing peach when they fought. His shoulders were broader, yet still small enough for Sasuke to snugly wrap his arms around, then lick his way down from the cartilage of his ear to those perpetual pouting lips for him to get a taste of the cavern he had accidentally kissed so many years ago...
Oh great, his body was suddenly reminding him that he was still painfully hard.
It was like a sick joke. Sasuke had never once reached fulfillment from those dreams. One way or another, he'd always wake up before his climax and had to rely on his beloved right hand or the freezing water to cool him down.
He glared at the offending appendage peeking out from his briefs, as if doing that would cause all his problems to go away.
"Sasuke-sama, it's almost time for your training to commence."
Cheh, Kabuto. The worshipper of one of his many problems. Sasuke took his time and strolled to the bathroom simply to spite his caller even though the bespectacled teen was outside his room and could not see any of his out of character childish behaviour.
Under the cold spray of the showerhead nozzle, Sasuke allowed himself a sigh. There was only a few months left before Orochimaru would regain enough power to take over his body. No matter what it looked like, Sasuke did not enjoy the prospects of having his body taken over by that Snake Sanin. God knows what he might do!
Sasuke would leave tonight. After that fight with the obsessive 'rescuer', he saw where he stood and knew it was about time he achieved his ambition, alone. After all, that Snake Sanin had nothing left of value to teach him.
Crap, his erection was not flagging in the least.
Damn Naruto and his stupid persistence! Now, even looking at his own penis would remind him of his dumb blond...
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*ahem* Hope you guys liked it! The plot won't be revealed until much later, but I promise it's going to be fun!! Review please!!
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"Saa-uhn-sukee! Ha-harder!"
Pale limbs tangled around tanner ones as a dark-haired boy thrust into the smaller male, repeating over and over again the cycle of moans and mewls elicited. Sasuke slammed his hips forward harder just to hear more of that sweet keening voice. Sensing that the other teen could not keep up with his pace, Sasuke flipped him around, lifted him onto his knees, gripped his hips, and just like that, Sasuke woke up.
He stared at the grey wall aligned to his bed for a minute, a little surprised at the abrupt awakening. He looked down and realized that the friction he had felt was the blanket that had tangled around his knees during his 'trysts', and the hips he had held was none other than his own pillow.
Not being able to resist the urge to scream, Sasuke muffled that scream of pure frustration in the very same pillow. He was irate at that idiot's innate ability to irritate; even when said idiot was not around.
Sasuke had thought he was rid of the loser for good when he left him at the Valley of the End two and a half years ago. But even at this gloomy and dank place, the most mundane things like hearing people slurp up noodles, using jutsus he had used against the moron, looking at swirling water getting flushed down the toilet bowl, or even seeing his own hair in the mirror would trigger an avalanche of memories. The hair specifically because it got dubbed 'duck-butt head'.
Night and day, Sasuke had to forcefully steer his attention towards his revenge to prevent himself from lingering on those unwanted thoughts. But still, the short ninja really was number one at surprising people. He would never have expected him to cling on to his promise after such a long time.
During their reunion, Sasuke had impulsively moved next to the oblivious teen and rested his outstretched arm on his shoulder. It was as close to a touch as he could permit himself to have. He hadn't even dared to glance at the bright face next to him, because if he did, he knew he would have abandoned all resolve to harden his heart, pulled that warm body towards his chest and never let go.
Even so, all that effort had been for naught. Since apparently, Sasuke's Sharingan had registered every last detail of the idiot as fodder for his dreams. The nightly visitations of his image had started two months, three weeks, and five days ago on the night of their reunion. Not that he was counting of course.
That once round face had lost some of it's baby fat, the whiskered cheeks flushing peach when they fought. His shoulders were broader, yet still small enough for Sasuke to snugly wrap his arms around, then lick his way down from the cartilage of his ear to those perpetual pouting lips for him to get a taste of the cavern he had accidentally kissed so many years ago...
Oh great, his body was suddenly reminding him that he was still painfully hard.
It was like a sick joke. Sasuke had never once reached fulfillment from those dreams. One way or another, he'd always wake up before his climax and had to rely on his beloved right hand or the freezing water to cool him down.
He glared at the offending appendage peeking out from his briefs, as if doing that would cause all his problems to go away.
"Sasuke-sama, it's almost time for your training to commence."
Cheh, Kabuto. The worshipper of one of his many problems. Sasuke took his time and strolled to the bathroom simply to spite his caller even though the bespectacled teen was outside his room and could not see any of his out of character childish behaviour.
Under the cold spray of the showerhead nozzle, Sasuke allowed himself a sigh. There was only a few months left before Orochimaru would regain enough power to take over his body. No matter what it looked like, Sasuke did not enjoy the prospects of having his body taken over by that Snake Sanin. God knows what he might do!
Sasuke would leave tonight. After that fight with the obsessive 'rescuer', he saw where he stood and knew it was about time he achieved his ambition, alone. After all, that Snake Sanin had nothing left of value to teach him.
Crap, his erection was not flagging in the least.
Damn Naruto and his stupid persistence! Now, even looking at his own penis would remind him of his dumb blond...
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*ahem* Hope you guys liked it! The plot won't be revealed until much later, but I promise it's going to be fun!! Review please!!