All of me

AN: Thanks for the two who reviewed my last story as I am glad you enjoyed it. I thought I would switch things up a little here and challenge myself. I'm a Sasuke roleplayer so putting myself into Naruto's mind was a change. Enjoy.

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Our hearts were beating rapidly; our breath was hard but in sync. He stayed calm as always. I lacked that ability most of the time, but there was something here so intense it snatched every loud and obnoxious noise that rose to my lips and dissipated it into the air. I felt his lips tremble on my shoulder. His fingers crawled like spiders down my spine. I couldn't place the sensation it gave me, kind of felt like lightening sparking through my body; electrifying my blood. It left me wordless; breathless; his. I tipped my head back a bit and moaned. Warm lips moved from my shoulder. They nudged against the shell of my ear, and he whispered, "Feel good?" his voice smooth and deep as ember.

I shivered out a childish answer, something beginning with 'teme' and ending in 'tteybayo'. I didn't even really pay attention because his lips brushed my cheeks and skimmed my own and I was lost. I curved into him seeking their attention but his body slowly rolled away from mine. I exhaled and he inhaled my breath. I could feel myself disappear inside of him -- he sucked me right up into him. I was left to nearly tears. Come back -- but I was gone.

Slowly my eyes stirred awake to look at him, to look over that toned, tight body covered in sweat. He glistened in the sun that peeked through the window. His glossy cobalts looked down at mine. His fingers touched on my hips. His hips rocked against mine, his cock deep inside me. Mine hard and weeping. Touch me, I begged with a roll of my hips and a longing sigh. But he didn't. Not yet. ‘Just wait,’ his flesh spoke with strong and unhurried thrusts. He made my fingers intertwine in the blankets. He made my toes curl and squirm. He made my body move thoughtlessly; my stomach tight and warm. He milked out every ounce inside of me; every passion I've every breathed under the thought of his name and I, surrendered. I couldn't help it.

"Sasuke..." I trembled and swallowed hard.

Sasuke. Right here inside of me; giving everything to me. Just me. My fingers reached out to touch that soft pale face. Don't let this be a dream. Pads of flesh brushed back sweat-damp hair, and my lips parted softly, "I love you."

I said it absent mindedly, almost innocently, almost as if the words came suddenly out of air; almost as if it was some great epiphany that just hit me on the head and urgently needed to be expressed. Maybe it was; but it was right and I meant it whole heartedly. I smiled, satisfied. Finally. It really needed to be said.

He, on the other hand, only smirked. His fingers caught mine and kept them. Silence prolonged the slow movements; the slow thrusting inside of me. Drawing out each moment and each second I felt myself disappearing. I felt the world becoming nothing but him. He squeezed out every inch of pleasure. He squeezed out all of me. His stomach was tight and his thrusts grew stronger. His breath a little deeper and my body tensing, feeling warmer. His other hand moved. Fingers wrapped around my cock. They stayed at the base for awhile and listened to the throbbing ache through the palm of his hand. I protested this silence of course and he just looked down at me with a tip of his head. We glared like we were both children again. Until a thumb pressed down on the tip. Strong and pointedly he rubbed. I let out a steamed hiss. A whine without thought. Words followed up on that with something equally as stupid as before but it was mostly a bunch of gibberish.

It took a couple of minutes for me to snap back into something coherent as I blinked away the lustful blur in my eyes. My thumb brushed over his hand and squeezed tightly. I watched him; my eyes transfixed. His eyes upon mine. We were interlocked completely. My lips moved with a breath but said nothing. I wanted to hear those words. All that mattered were those words. Him, and his voice, and his voice saying things I knew he felt. Still he didn't speak. Only thin and warm pants slipped between soft supple flesh as he pumped my cock in time with his thrusts. I arched my back and squirmed. Lips parted to cry out his name in emotion that I found wasn't entirely new. Need and want; desire and passion; everything.

How many nights did I spend like this without him? Crying out his name and yet, he never answered. My eyes strained to focus on the pale boy above me, determined. I could feel tears sting at my eyes as I breathed heavily. Don't let it be like that. Tell me you're really here, please. Tell me you're here. His thrusts deepened as if he heard my thoughts. His fingers did a number on me and I couldn't hold it back. My head tipped back in pleasure as I felt warm seed pulse up and spill over his hand. He continued to draw out every drop of my cum. He wanted it all, all of me; and he came with a short grunt. Filled me so entirely. I wasn't sure why, I wasn't sad, but I wanted to cry. Laugh, and cry, and hit something. I felt so warm. So overwhelmed.

I sucked back rigid breath and closed my eyes. My fists curled and only then did I notice his hand was still in mine. That’s when my heart stopped, and that voice finally spoke, "I don't hate you, Naruto."

My eyes opened to his smile. A smile… That was nice. I watched him inhale as his head rolled back. His body completely exposed to my eyes. What an incredible sensation.

He whispered softly, "Sometimes."