Untying Lies
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Adult ++
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3
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Untying Lies
“Who is he?”
“Sasuke…?”
He couldn’t quite pin it down. That look. Somewhere between merciless amusement and flat-out anger. But whatever it was, Naruto knew Sasuke was not content. He just couldn’t figure out what had set the dark-haired traitor off. If anything, he should have been the one pissed off.
And instead, here he was, pinned against the wall of some small shithole hotel in some small shithole town in the middle of Otogakure. Not that he couldn’t get himself out of this. Why wasn’t he getting himself out of this?
“My replacement,” the Snake prodigy hissed. Worn fingertips slipped down along his cheek, over his jaw. Dug into the blond’s flesh on either side of his jugular. All done with a wicked smirk that refused to acknowledge that someone like him could be…replaced.
Naruto coughed as the pressure around his throat increased. Really should be trying to get out of this right about now, but his body didn’t move. The motivation wasn’t there. Instinct was, but there was no longer anything there to back it up. “Stop…Sa…Sasuke.”
Why wasn’t he moving? He could challenge Sasuke. Knew this all too well. Defeat him? Right now, Naruto guessed he couldn’t. Not that it wouldn’t be close. Even so, Sasuke had something else. He had the hints of someone else there in his actions.
Or maybe it was the blossoming of the things he had witnessed back in Konoha. That sharp crack of rage that always seemed to appear with urgent need every time Sasuke had activated the Sharingan. Red and reminding and tormenting. It never left the Uchiha heir alone. And now…now it had succeeded in owning a part of him.
The fingertips digging into his skin pulled back, though Sasuke’s palms were still hot against his throat. Naruto knew there would be bruises. Vivid marks of his transgressions. Yet, he felt no guilt over this. Not for this.
He gave another soft cough, took in a deep breath. “You mean Sai?”
The smirk faltered, only to spill into a smile carved by malice itself seconds later. “So, the asshole has a name.”
“You’re one to talk about assholes,” Naruto spit back, suddenly enraged by that comment. Who was it that had left him for dead? Bleeding and unconscious in the middle of a storm. No goodbye. Just that poor attempt at severing what they had been. He was angry with him, not so much for leaving him there, but for leaving him there alive. Leaving him there with that hope, that knowledge that in the end not even revenge could drive Sasuke to break his ties completely.
The dark-haired teen leaned in closer, letting his lips brush callously against the blond’s cheek. “Is he as good as me? Do you like him, dobe? The bastard looks eerily similar. . .”
Naruto’s hands shot up, tanned fingers wrapping around Sasuke’s wrists as a deep growl spun out from the depths of his throat. “He’s nothing like you! How dare you even suggest that I like that penis-infatuated jerk-off!”
At that, a dark brow rose. Naruto noted the quick slither of anger over Sasuke’s face. Watched it fade away into something akin to amusement, but darker.
“And you would know that about him because…?” Sasuke asked coldly, even as lips pulled into an entertained smile.
“I…” Naruto stopped as fingers flexed against his skin. Tightening. Releasing. Tightening. Halting somewhere between the two states. “I…There was this hot spring...and he…WHY THE HELL DO YOU CARE!”
“Should I not care, moron?” the Snake prodigy purred, lips skimming over skin as he spoke. “Though…” calloused fingers pressed in again, “I’m not sure I like what you’ve done with him.”
Naruto coughed again, a choking sputter of air that stumbled out of his mouth. Blue eyes scoured Sasuke’s face, picking up the hints of anger again. But there was something more there as well. Was he…“We haven’t…done...anything...jackass.”
The hands against his neck relaxed once more as Naruto’s fell from Sasuke’s arms. Dropped down to his sides as the air rushed unhindered into his lungs. “Fuck, Sasuke…”
The dark-haired teen smirked. Slowly, he pulled his right hand up, firmly along the center of Naruto’s throat and stopped just beneath his chin. There was a brief puff of laughter. Cool. Dominant. And then he pushed the blond’s head up and back against the brick.
Naruto gave a small snarl as his head was ground back against the sandy surface. Could feel the grains digging into the back of his skull, the unbearable pressure of his head protector’s knot. And yet, he couldn’t find it in him to escape. Now that he finally had Sasuke here….
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” the dark-haired teen murmured, words muffled against skin and golden hair.
He hated how arrogant that sounded. How Sasuke always made it seem that way, like he had fallen into some well laid trap as expected. The same one, over and over again. But he couldn’t deny it. Not when he couldn’t tear himself away from this. Forgetting the anger, the pain. Sasuke was here again. After all these years of searching, of fighting…
“You’re such an asshole…” he muttered, unable to keep the relief from adding an oddly cheery lilt to his voice.
As dark eyes searched the area around them, Sasuke pressed himself closer to the blond. Satisfied that they were as alone as they had been five minutes before – not that anyone could have snuck up on him unnoticed – he leaned in with a predatory smile. “And you like me that way…”
“Sasuke…?”
He couldn’t quite pin it down. That look. Somewhere between merciless amusement and flat-out anger. But whatever it was, Naruto knew Sasuke was not content. He just couldn’t figure out what had set the dark-haired traitor off. If anything, he should have been the one pissed off.
And instead, here he was, pinned against the wall of some small shithole hotel in some small shithole town in the middle of Otogakure. Not that he couldn’t get himself out of this. Why wasn’t he getting himself out of this?
“My replacement,” the Snake prodigy hissed. Worn fingertips slipped down along his cheek, over his jaw. Dug into the blond’s flesh on either side of his jugular. All done with a wicked smirk that refused to acknowledge that someone like him could be…replaced.
Naruto coughed as the pressure around his throat increased. Really should be trying to get out of this right about now, but his body didn’t move. The motivation wasn’t there. Instinct was, but there was no longer anything there to back it up. “Stop…Sa…Sasuke.”
Why wasn’t he moving? He could challenge Sasuke. Knew this all too well. Defeat him? Right now, Naruto guessed he couldn’t. Not that it wouldn’t be close. Even so, Sasuke had something else. He had the hints of someone else there in his actions.
Or maybe it was the blossoming of the things he had witnessed back in Konoha. That sharp crack of rage that always seemed to appear with urgent need every time Sasuke had activated the Sharingan. Red and reminding and tormenting. It never left the Uchiha heir alone. And now…now it had succeeded in owning a part of him.
The fingertips digging into his skin pulled back, though Sasuke’s palms were still hot against his throat. Naruto knew there would be bruises. Vivid marks of his transgressions. Yet, he felt no guilt over this. Not for this.
He gave another soft cough, took in a deep breath. “You mean Sai?”
The smirk faltered, only to spill into a smile carved by malice itself seconds later. “So, the asshole has a name.”
“You’re one to talk about assholes,” Naruto spit back, suddenly enraged by that comment. Who was it that had left him for dead? Bleeding and unconscious in the middle of a storm. No goodbye. Just that poor attempt at severing what they had been. He was angry with him, not so much for leaving him there, but for leaving him there alive. Leaving him there with that hope, that knowledge that in the end not even revenge could drive Sasuke to break his ties completely.
The dark-haired teen leaned in closer, letting his lips brush callously against the blond’s cheek. “Is he as good as me? Do you like him, dobe? The bastard looks eerily similar. . .”
Naruto’s hands shot up, tanned fingers wrapping around Sasuke’s wrists as a deep growl spun out from the depths of his throat. “He’s nothing like you! How dare you even suggest that I like that penis-infatuated jerk-off!”
At that, a dark brow rose. Naruto noted the quick slither of anger over Sasuke’s face. Watched it fade away into something akin to amusement, but darker.
“And you would know that about him because…?” Sasuke asked coldly, even as lips pulled into an entertained smile.
“I…” Naruto stopped as fingers flexed against his skin. Tightening. Releasing. Tightening. Halting somewhere between the two states. “I…There was this hot spring...and he…WHY THE HELL DO YOU CARE!”
“Should I not care, moron?” the Snake prodigy purred, lips skimming over skin as he spoke. “Though…” calloused fingers pressed in again, “I’m not sure I like what you’ve done with him.”
Naruto coughed again, a choking sputter of air that stumbled out of his mouth. Blue eyes scoured Sasuke’s face, picking up the hints of anger again. But there was something more there as well. Was he…“We haven’t…done...anything...jackass.”
The hands against his neck relaxed once more as Naruto’s fell from Sasuke’s arms. Dropped down to his sides as the air rushed unhindered into his lungs. “Fuck, Sasuke…”
The dark-haired teen smirked. Slowly, he pulled his right hand up, firmly along the center of Naruto’s throat and stopped just beneath his chin. There was a brief puff of laughter. Cool. Dominant. And then he pushed the blond’s head up and back against the brick.
Naruto gave a small snarl as his head was ground back against the sandy surface. Could feel the grains digging into the back of his skull, the unbearable pressure of his head protector’s knot. And yet, he couldn’t find it in him to escape. Now that he finally had Sasuke here….
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” the dark-haired teen murmured, words muffled against skin and golden hair.
He hated how arrogant that sounded. How Sasuke always made it seem that way, like he had fallen into some well laid trap as expected. The same one, over and over again. But he couldn’t deny it. Not when he couldn’t tear himself away from this. Forgetting the anger, the pain. Sasuke was here again. After all these years of searching, of fighting…
“You’re such an asshole…” he muttered, unable to keep the relief from adding an oddly cheery lilt to his voice.
As dark eyes searched the area around them, Sasuke pressed himself closer to the blond. Satisfied that they were as alone as they had been five minutes before – not that anyone could have snuck up on him unnoticed – he leaned in with a predatory smile. “And you like me that way…”