In Death

Even in Death

What is reality to someone who has lost everything? Lost within his own insanity, Sasuke finds the person he needs most once again. Lemon, M/M, Naru/Sasu, Death fic, language.[One shot]

A/N: Meh, this is my first Naruto fic so don't shoot me, yo. I am trying to keep them in character and in tune with the situation. -shrugs- ^_- Enjoy.

Give me a reason to believe that you're gone
I see your shadow so I know they're all wrong
Moonlight on the soft brown earth
It leads me to where you lay
They took you away from me but now I'm taking you home


I can still smell him. It is faint, but it is still here, lingering in the wooden floors and the gray curtains that are slowly collecting dust. So many nights have I spent sitting silently outside his open window just simply breathing in the faint scent of trees, rain, sweat, and something sweet that can only be identified as him. This smell, though most likely unnoticeable to others, brings back so many memories and emotions. I am afraid to enter his room entirely or actually tidy it up. Doing so would take away that scent and those torturously wonderful memories. But, I have had the strongest urge to slip inside and close that still intact window pane; to bury myself within his rumpled bed and smother my face in his pillow which most likely still is encased heavily in his scent. However, I am afraid that my hopes are incorrect and that he has been gone far too long. Perhaps the scent is my imagination and I am so far lost within my decaying mind that it has become my reality. Even now I am running to his home.

And as usual, I am filled with a pain that has never lessened. Not once in these past four years has it faded completely from me. It hides itself when I am in a state of utter exhaustion but I know that it is there, waiting. Oh how it hurts. The pain starts as a dull ache in my chest but as I think of what I have done to him and said, the pain grows. And then, I begin to dream of what could have- No, should have been. That dull ache quickly bursts into a pulsing and living manifestation of agony. And because of that agony I become angry at him; angry that he left me here alone so that he could fulfill a damned promise made three years prior.

I did not want this! How dare he!? How dare he go and do this without my consent and then leave for good? Gods! I can feel it again, that terrible burning sensation in my eyes that swells as I draw closer to his home. Every time that I spot his old and practically rundown apartment, I nearly cry. Being the person that I am, I cannot allow tears. My legs protest weakly as I land a bit roughly on his window sill. Apparently I have grown weaker as my madness has grown stronger. The fact in reflected in the face that stares back at me through the closed window. I look dead. My skin, though naturally pale, it whiter then snow, taking a more ashen hue. Dark circles line my eyes and my cheeks have sunken inward slightly. My dark eyes are bloodshot and lifeless, peering between my long lashes unwillingly. This matted and disheveled hair of mine has grown out a great deal, and it is now at my shoulders. I wonder if he would even recognize me?

I stopped caring about myself and my appearance long ago. At one point, I had been the single most desirable person in the village. Now, I am the most pitied. What little of a personality that I had to start with has vanished as has my desire to live. Speaking, eating, and sleeping are all trivial things that do not frequent my life any longer. What point is there. At first, missions had been my only purpose. I devoted myself entirely to them and became the perfect shinobi. Ad then that woman Hokage stepped in. She said that I was too ill and that I would only limit my team. Afterward, she took away my status and forbid me from leaving the village. Even now I can sense the guard that she stationed to me. They follow me everywhere to make sure that I do not try to take my own life.

With a broken sigh I seated myself on the sill, sliding his window open. I inhaled that fragrance that I so craved deeply, letting it wash through my system. Oh, why had he done this? Sightlessly, I stare into his simple apartment, my eyes slowly changing so that I can see what most cannot. A small rumpled bed with a single pillow and a odd looking hat laying atop it, a single nightstand with a small lamp and an alarm clock, clothing scattered here and there on the floor are all a welcome sight to me. There are half opened scrolls here and there, all holding some sort of odd organization that to most would look sloppy. An empty cup of ramen sits by itself on the thin counter that separates the bed room from the rest of the apartment.

Once again, I find myself fighting off that urge to fall into his bed and drink in his scent forever. People tell me that he is dead. They found his remains among the ashes of Sound. They tell me that I should move on with my life. What life is there for me to move on with? He took that from me already. When he traded himself for me, my chance at revenge slipped away as well as my current master. I had also lost the only person who was able to make me somewhat happy. There was no purpose now.

The wind feels so cold tonight, but then again, it does every night without that stupid loser. It feels so dark now. He would give me that cheesy grin of his and for some strange reason, it would make the world so much brighter. I even find myself missing his obnoxious clothing and childishness, and even the way he glared at me every five seconds or so. We fought more then anyone, but because of that, we became connected to each other in a way that no one else could come between. He was my rival, my enemy, my teammate, and most importantly, my best friend. That idiot was what had driven my to grow stronger and to stop fearing my own death. But...for what purpose?!

He was a hypocrite. That damn fool had yelled and screamed at me for giving myself to a snake to get my revenge. He had said that it was accomplishing nothing by killing myself. How is what he has done any different? He gave himself to a murderer to free me only to die himself. I hate him. I...hate...

My eyes shut tightly against the growing tears that I am desperately fighting and I can feel myself shaking violently. I need him. I hate needed him. If I close my eyes like this, I can hear his nearly silent landing on the sill beside me. There is a soft smile of his whiskered face as he watches me and one of those annoying laughs of his breaks the silent air. Eyes the color of the deepest, most beautiful blue stare at my most likely smaller frame appraisingly. I am sure that they are filled with his usual mixture of warm confidence and well hidden sadness and loneliness. But, I also know that he isn't pleased that I am not well.

"Baka Teme," He says almost affectionately, "you are looking pretty weak, ne?"

I find myself swallowing hard against my well spun dream in response. Oh how I long for this to be real for once. Unwilling to leave my fantasy world just yet, I keep my eyes firmly closed and inhale that heady scent deeper. I can feel his fingers ghosting over my long hair faintly and the faint warmth that radiates from his body. Those calloused hands lift one of my own, holding it gently and exploring the frail digits of my fingers. My hands are smaller then his, I note with mild annoyance. And then one of those hands moves to cup my face, turning me to face him.

"Look at me, Sasuke," Is his simple demand. His voice seems deeper and a bit rougher then I remember it being. Hesitantly, my eyes open to focus on his face. He has grown over our time apart, but his eyes are still wonderfully blue. Locks of shocking blonde falls in layered spikes about his face. They are a few inches longer then they had been before, causing them to hang a bit more orderly. His skin is still tanned and only flawed by those six marks on his cheeks. A tear escapes me at the sight. His smile widens and he brushes it away with his thumb before I find myself crushed firmly against his strong chest. And then the dam breaks. I sob into him while clinging desperately to those obnoxious orange clothes, all of the pain and sorrow unleashing itself upon the world. He just cradles me close and strokes my hair soothingly, letting me cry. It has been so long.

"Shh," I hear him whisper, " Let's go inside where it's warmer."

Before I can protest, he is carrying me through the window and shutting it behind us. He sits down on his old bed and holds me in his lap, a smile still beaming down at me through my tears. I am not sure how long he has held me this way, but eventually, my tears cease, leaving me hiccupping lightly now and then.

"I miss you," I find myself stating in a voice that is broken and soft from misuse and the raw emotion that has swelled within me. He is smiling against my hair from that statement.

"I know. I missed you too, Teme!" Is the joyful response he gives me while hugging me closer. I stare up at him uncontrollably. Could this be real? Is he...alive?

"Are you...here, Dobe?" I ask him hesitantly, dreading his answer. He gives me a look that is clearly annoyed and grasps my chin roughly, forcing me to meet his hard gaze. And then he is kissing me, his generous mouth caressing my own firmly and yet tenderly. Shock courses through me and as that haze slowly lifts, my suppressed hunger emerges and I tangle my fingers in his hair to pull his lips tighter to mine. My lost aggression returns to me full on and once again we are rivals battling for dominance. However, instead of fists and jutsus, tongues and teeth are our weapons. I arch into his hands as they run along my back, however, I am slightly unnerved by how easily he maneuvers me so that I am straddling his waist. Even now I can feel our chakras lashing out at each other almost violently. The soft growl that fills the room is music to my ears and unconsciously, I push my hips against his. Twin groans sound from our throats at the action and the kiss becomes even more possessive. He bites at my lower lip to the point of breaking the skin before sucking on it hungrily. Did that mewl come from me?

My breathing is harsh and ragged through my nose, for I am unwilling to stop, unwilling to lose this moment. I tug at the bottom of his jacket demandingly and slip my hands beneath the fabric of his under shirt to finally touch that skin that I have been longing to touch. He breaks the kiss abruptly with a hiss and looks at me with what could only be called a preditorial lust. My eyes drink in his appearance like a man dying of thirst, from his disheveled hair and the light sheen of sweat on his face, to his quickly rising and falling chest. I wanted him. I needed him. I would have him.

" So tell me, Teme. Am I here? Or do you still have your head so far up your brother's ass that you can't see straight?" His mocking question is enough to send me back to my younger days, the days when I was cold and angry and the only person who could truly get a rise from me was Naruto. That cocky asshole. With a snarl that honestly sounded too animalistic to come from my mouth, I moved, pinning the startled blond beneath me. I held his wrists tightly to either side of his head and glared down at him dangerously.

"That's more like it..." He chuckled with a sly grin, " I was beginning to think that my bastard had vanished."

"...Dobe." My voice was a warning, holding an edge to it that I had longed to reclaim for so long. I felt alive again as we glared at each other and I could not help the small smirk that curved my lips. He was here! Really here!

"What took you so fucking long, Naruto!?" I yelled suddenly, growing angry. In my anger I punched him, causing his head to jerk to the side. He laughed in amusement and his blue eyes lit with that mischievous gleam that they often held in the past. A thin trickle of blood rolled free from his lip down his chin.

"Aa, gomen ne! It's not my fault that I had to clean up your mess, Teme!" He retorted. I bent my head to lap up the blood from his chin, my tongue not allowing a single drop of that coppery treat to escape as I made a path to his lips. Once again I am kissing him, moaning into his mouth as his hands free themselves and pull me ever closer. I feel him making that odd growl like purr again and some strangely pleasurable sensation jolts through me beneath the vibrations. Of course, I am not a virgin, but the feelings, the heat that he is making me feel... It is so different from before. One of his hands fists at the nape of my neck , moving me to mold our mouths together. And for some reason, despite my aggression and my dominant nature, I find myself wanting him to command me. My fingers fumble with the zipper of his jacket and I lean back slightly so that I can rid him of the thing. Since my eyes are firmly closed, I must explore his torso with my hands. I trace the hard lines of muscle that are only kept from me by the thin fabric of his undershirt. He has lost all of his baby fat from when we had fought last, I notice. Naruto is also apparently slightly ticklish, for he is squirming beneath my gentle touch. I pull back from our kiss almost unwillingly so that I can tear the black muscle shirt from him.

"Ack! Easy there! It's my last one, damnit!" I hear him protest, followed by the distinctive rip of fabric. " Sasuke, you bastard! I liked that shirt!"

"We'll buy you a new one later, you baby." I hiss at him before turning my attention to his now bare skin. His words fumble over themselves as I run my tongue from his navel to his left collar bone and I cannot help the grin that forms on my mouth. It is my intention to have the blonde scream out my name before this encounter is finished. That is, if he has any voice left. A sharp hiss rushes from his lips when I bite down on that bone, soothing it with licks and faint kisses before searing a path to one of his nipples. When had my obsession turned from the need to hurt him to the need to make him my own? He is writhing even more beneath me now, his hands grasping my hair roughly while his hips move against mine. For so long have I been deprived of human contact. My insides are nearly screaming in agony from the torrent of sensations. His taste is better then I could have imagined, salty, wild, and laced with that sweet scent that is him and him alone.

"Ugh, Sasss!" He groans as I nip and suck at his chest, committing every dip, every texture to memory. It is growing harder to remain calm, especially with his obvious arousal rubbing against my own. Why had I been so fucking stupid in my youth? Why hadn't I realized that this dark rivalry was far more then a petty conflict between us. It was oh so much more. Because of my hatred of him and his of me we became closer then any two people could through any other means. And because of his stubborn determination to best me he had managed to drive a wedge firmly between me and my goals, cutting me off from the revenge that I so wanted. But, he had also built a place within my heart for himself in that same instant. How had he done such a thing? I have tried to find an answer for that question over the years to come up with nothing. He had fought through my barrier without breaking a sweat and before I could realize what was happening, the blonde had me. Naruto had somehow managed to become the best friend of the last Uchiha, a feat that none could boast. But I knew that he had become far more then that. I knew the moment that I saw him standing confidently before me as Orochimaru's forces were decimated by my traitorous brother and his followers that I wanted him as more.

" Sasuke?" Came his worried voice over my thoughts and my dark gaze flicked up to his face. Hunger flooded my system and I could feel it radiating from my heated gaze.

"Mine." I stated firmly as my vision began to bleed red. I should have been surprised that my Sharigan had activated itself without my consent, but as my sight was amplified, I was glad for it. He quivered beneath me, but whether it was from my statement or the look I was giving him, I am not sure. Perhaps it was a combination of both.

" I never would have thought that the great Uchiha Sasuke would say such a thing to me..." He began with a smile that only made me more excited, " Although... I can't blame you for being so possessive. After all, I am a sexy beast."

The snort that came from me was habitual as was the sneer. Cocky Dobe. I decided that this would be a proper moment to grab his erection. His eyes widened dramatically and a groan shot from his lips as he arched into me.

"Mmn, Naruto?" He swallowed visibly at the lustful tone of my voice. "You still talk too much."

I crushed my lips to his while tightening my hold on his length slightly and delight raced through me at the whimper that he released in response. Not even my Sharigan eyes could have picked up his hands as they moved with a mind numbing speed to free me of my simple black kimono. I was acutely aware of the cool air on my pale skin and even more so of his warm hands that ran all over my back. My body was not overly sensitive to the touch of others, but Naruto seems to be an exception to this fact. I gasped faintly when his hands grasped the hem of my hakama and easily removed the thick pants, leaving me exposed entirely to the world. And then he was above me, his own pants quickly joining mine on the floor as he pressed me firmly into the mattress.

"Sasuke...sasuke...sasuke..." He murmured against my lips as he ran those large hands of his over my body reverently. His touch was not gentle, but blunt and without any sort of fear. Just like Naruto. As he learned my body I could only sigh and whimper beneath his attention. Every time that he would stumble across one of my more sensitive spots, I could not prevent the soft moan that forced its way from my constricting throat. And then I felt his hand dip lower to grasp my backside and a sharp gasp freed itself from my lungs. I could not help the flinch that shook me when he pressed his length to my entrance. Stupidity was not something that I was fluent in and I knew that this would hurt badly if he did this without preparation, but before I could protest he slammed inside of me fully. My world whited out completely.

"Ngh! Sasuke!"

That cry slowly brought the world back into focus. It should have hurt. I should be writhing in agony, but the sheer intensity of him being buried entirely within me seemed to erase that fact completely from me. My arms wound around his torso, nails digging deeply into his skin beneath the pleasure that pulsed within me in time to my racing heart. He began moving then, shallow strokes that were teasing and gentle and with each one I would let out some incoherent murmur. Those teasing thrusts quickly turned forceful, however, much to my own delight. The pleasure was almost painful to me, dizzying and unbelievably intoxicating. His scent, his voice, his touch. I drowned in it. I relished it. Sweat coated the both of us faintly as he became almost violent, but I wanted it, wanted all that he could give me. Something inside of me screamed out each time he moved deep inside causing me to scream out his name in turn. So close. It was so close. His lips were cold from the lack of blood as they met my own and our emotions were channeled into that kiss, dragging me even further into him, into that unyielding feeling that was steadily growing and swelling within me. Above me, Naruto groaned loudly into our kiss and broke off with a snarl. His eyes locked with my own, that bloodied red that marked his demon inhabitant flickered momentarily through the depths of blue, but he fought it away in favor of remaining normal.

"S-Sasuke...I!" He panted heavily, " I love you!"

My heart stopped at his confession. Freezing cold rushed through my veins only to be replaced by searing heat. He loved me? My vision became hazy and the room spun around me as that information slowly seeped into me. He loved me. I clung to him tightly. It was too much. Oh was it too much!

"Sasuke! D-do you love me?" He asked between thrusts, his blue eyes searching mine as I remained speechless. He loved me. Sure I had been told that same line before by many people. But, never him. Never Naruto. Never the one who actually mattered.

"Damnit! Hurry up and tell me!!" He yelled, the desperation thick in his voice.

"Dobe...ngh! I..." I tried through the pleasure, the confusion, the emotion, " I-"

He had managed to hit that place in me once again causing a cry to leap from my lips.

"TEME! Yes or fucking no!?" The blonde all but roared.

"Yes!" I gasped out breathlessly when my mind returned somewhat. " I fucking love you, Naruto!"

The smile that he gave me nearly made me come on its own. Genuine, warm, and filled with adoration and what looked like gratitude. He kissed me tenderly, stealing away what was left of my coherent thought. His tongue mingled with mine possessively before he pulled back and clamped his elongated fangs into the juncture of my neck and shoulder causing a moan to sound from me. It was then that something snapped and with a scream of his name I came, arching back into him to impale myself further. He grunted softly and an instant later followed me into oblivion, his warmth filling me deeply. We stilled after a moment, both of us frozen in ecstasy as we rode out the orgasm. The texture of his tongue registered against my skin and I sighed against the soothing touch, a small smile gracing my lips as I stroked his sweat slick hair.

"You are mine now Teme...mine...all mine." He murmured over and over again against my ear. I twined myself further around his body and nuzzled into him. Who would have thought that I would enjoy being taken in such a way, that I would submit myself to him.

"Good." Was the breathless whisper that came from me. He smiled down at me and cupped my face.

"I will see you on the other side, Sasuke. I love you." He stated. The blondes words confused me, but before I could question him consciousness left me and I was left with only a blissfully free feeling. My life, Itachi, Konoha, all of it slipped away from me as I fell into that wonderful darkness and only one thing remained. Naruto. Eventually, he even lost the name that he had been given. But I knew him. I knew his touch, his taste, his scent. I knew everything about him. He was mine. And then everything became clear...

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"Shit." Came the soft curse of an ANBU as he entered the apartment window and rushed to the bed. The target was sprawled face down on the pillow, his fully clothed form motionless. The man knew even before checking that the Uchiha was dead. However, as he moved aside the collar of the young man's kimono to check for a pulse, he was met with an odd sight. Marked clearly on the dead Uchiha's skin was a set of puncture wounds and a strange red seal that looked oddly like a kitsune.


And I can't love you, anymore than I do

People die, but real love is forever.

Owari...

A/N: This is meant to be a one shot, but I may make a sequel to it depending on the response I get. -shrugs- I dunno if I like this or not. The POV is really odd. I don't usually like to write in first person because I find it difficult to pull off, but I couldn't resist. Yes this is a death fic and no I won't be answering alot of what had happened just yet. If I do continue it, things will be explained in the Sequel. I will tell you that Yes, Naruto was dead through the whole thing. It isn't too hard to figure out what happened. But maybe I am just odd. Anyway, I adore reviews but I discourage flamers for they are nothing more then annoying fleas. If you choose to flame me, you will be ignored. Or sprayed with flea repellant. Ja!