All Thanks to Fubuki

A/N: I wrote this because it was 12:56 AM and I was so bored I actually considered running down the street in the freezing cold. I decided to give my first oneshot a go.

Now, there might be typos, and while I double-check all of my writing, I sometimes miss things because it's how I just.. read and type. I skip words. So, if there are typos, I'm sorry!

...Also, my cat also mutilated my wrist recently. Hm.

Crazy Psycho Bitch Cat.

Enjoy!

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It had been a very long time since Sasuke had finally decided coming back to the village. I actually couldn't believe he was here the first few weeks, so whenever I saw him, I couldn't help but feel a little jumpy. Still, I'm glad he finally came back to his senses.

...Or rather, that I knocked some sense into him.

What's important is that he's home, now, and even though that thrills me to extents unknown, I can't help but feel aggravated. You may be asking why. Well, see, Sasuke has been a cranky-ass motherfucker. I can't stand it anymore. It's like he's spewing menstrual juices everywhere in the form of glares, insults, and random acts of violence. True, I should have expected this. I mean, he's had a lot taken from him, and I'm pretty sure my bringing him back after owning his ass hurt his pride, but, still...

As I think about how the hell I am going to avoid his rage, I walk to his very home. He abandoned the Uchiha mansion and tries his best to avoid the entire sector completely, though he requested that it not be torn down until he said he was ready for that to happen. Tsunade gave him that much, even though she clearly had a look on her face that said "What a rotten brat."

He invited me over, and that makes me nervous. It was very random, too, the way he invited me over. I was just minding my own business, eating my daily bowl of Ichiraku ramen, when he suddenly appeared behind me and told me to come over for dinner. How could I have said no? How could I have denied him? I had been busting my ass to bring him back home, so me denying to see him for, well, any occasion, really, would make it feel like I wasted those few chapters of my life.

Plus, I guess it would be rude.

And, maybe I kinda want to.

But, that is beside the point.

He found peace, at least a little. He found a small house near the edge of the village, where there are more trees and fewer buildings, and far away from the Uchiha district. No noise, no hassle, and the commute back and forth from his home to the Hokage's Tower didn't bother him at all. Still, he looks tired almost every day. He always has this pitiful, melancholy air about him that makes your heart want to slink away from him. His eyes are always on the ground, as if to map out every step he will take carefully and thoughtfully. As if he were always... contemplating something, and something big. Something that seems, to him, life-changing, but it worries him.

That's why it's hard for me to be around him, in all honesty. I hate seeing him like this, and even though he was always on the moody side, it wasn't like this. When we were kids, he smiled more often, and he still had some light to cling onto. Now, he's hopeless and in the dark, even after I brought him home.


It's, as I said, a small house. Plain and simple; white on the outside with a black roof and door. He even took to growing tomatoes in the front yard, and he tries his best to tend to them every day. I've never been in his house, only on his front porch. He never would let me in, and when I would ask why, he'd just say "I'm not ready, yet." Ready for what, I have no idea, but I respected him and never asked about it again. Today, though, was going to be different.

Just as soon as my right foot steps onto the first step of the stairs, I notice something different: a food bowl. Yes, a food bowl, for pets, on the front porch, and it's filled to brim with pet food. I stare at it for a moment, then turn my attention to the door, knocking a few times and stuffing my hands in my pocket patiently. I hear something rustle around inside, footsteps, and smaller footsteps, then the doorknob jiggles and I see Sasuke in the doorway.

He's taken to wearing clothes similar to what he wore as a kid; a black shirt with the Uchiha fan on the back and with a high collar, only this one has no sleeves, since it's summer, a pair of white, knee-length shorts, and he wraps his legs up with bandages, as well as his arms. We blink at each other for a moment before he looks around and opens the door to let me in. The smell of cinnamon and some other spice I can't quite put my finger on hits my nose like a train, and I am instantly pulled into the house.

And then I did it. I fucked up.

My foot lands on something...

"Mreeooow!"

I flinch and jump back, hitting the wall beside the door while Sasuke just stands there, looking down and rubbing his temples. I hear a hiss, and he bends down and scoops a... cat into his arms. A big, fluffy, white cat that looks as pissed as Tsunade does when I hide her liquor. Its tail is twitching from side-to-side, and its ears are pulled back flat against its head. Sasuke is giving me a similar look. He sighs.

"I," he pauses for a moment. "have a cat, now. His name is Fubuki."

I did not see this coming. Sasuke, with a cat, and a very pissy one, too. I rub the back of my head and smile. The cat continues to glare at me with narrowed green eyes, all that fluff rippling in agitation, and I could tell it wanted to pounce on me and scratch my eyes out. Sasuke turned and set Fubuki on floor behind him, then turned back to face me, his dark eyes slanted. "I found him," he started. "Near the Academy. He was bleeding, so I took him home..."

I knew he knew what I was thinking. Something comical and childish, really. 'Oh, wow, Sasuke. I never pictured you as the loving mother type.' I didn't tsay this, but I signalled it with a smirk. He looked down for a moment, then groaned and grabbed my arm, tugging me away from the feline. "I'm making tea, right now, and later I'll start cooking." I guess that meant I was gonna be there for a while. He practically slammed me down into a seat at the table and strolled over to the tea on the stove. I looked down and started at his bare feet for a moment; thin, pale toes flexed in an uncomfortable manner, and I resisted the urge to sigh.


Things were pretty awkward. Sitting and eating Sasuke's cooking with only the sound of Fubuki in the living room purring and running around randomly. Every once in a while, that cat would run into the kitchen and meow at Sasuke, and once he looked down to the cat, Fubuki would run back into the living room. After eating with very little words said between slow, thoughtful chews and rather loud swallows, we both stood and the raven-haired male took the dishes and set them in the sink. We both then sat down on the sofa in the living room. I decided the silence was too much, and opened my big mouth.

"So, er," I fumbled through words. "Do you like it here? In this house?"

Sasuke looked at me for a moment, an unreadable expression on his face. He then looked back down to Fubuki and blinked softly. "I suppose," he muttered just loud enough for me to hear. It was awful, this feeling. It was like we were both under a microscope or something, and I could barely stand it. I never like complete and utter silence. It made me nervous. I sighed.

"I'm glad you're home, teme," I said.

"Hn.."

Nothing else was said after that. He merely stood and went to what I am guessing is the bathroom, and I looked down to Fubuki, whom was looking right back at me with slanted, narrowed eyes. I lifted a brow and rested my hands on my stomach. It was then that the white fluff-ball jumped onto the sofa and rubbed against my side, purring softly. I wasn't sure what to do; I had never had a pet in my life. I reached over patted the top of his head softly, then stroked behind his ears. He continued to purr, then made his way into my lap, curling up. I smiled and continued to pet him.

But then, he put his paw on my wrist, and I flinched. Soon, both paws latched around my wrist and his head moved forward. I winced as he began to chew at my thumb, his front claws sinking and hooking into my skin. I yelped and shifted to the side, trying to withdraw my hand, but he let out a warning growl and began sliding his back claws against my wrist, his feet thumping and shifting wildly. I yelled and grabbed the nape of his neck, tugging his head away and looking down at him. His eyes looked... feral, wild, and maybe even scared. While that stopped him from chewing, his back feet didn't stop clawing, and I couldn't let go of his neck or he'd bite my damn thumb off, so I did the only thing I could do without actually harming the damn thing.

"Ne! Sasuke, help!"

I actually began to cry. It hurt and stung, and blood was sliding down my wrist. Sasuke ran into the living room and flinched, looking down at the scene with confused, wide eyes. He then reached down and grabbed Fubuki's neck in my place and reached down with his other hand, wrapping his fingers around his back feet. He yelled at the cat, and Fubuki let go of my hand. He picked the feline up and opened the door, still holding him by the neck with one hand. He slipped him outside and shut the door.

I looked down at my wrist, wincing. Random, jagged patterns of red moving over my skin and the flesh around those scratches began to swell. Small dents where his teeth were reddened, but he somehow didn't break the skin. I was more worried about the damage that was done to my wrist. It stung, and it felt like someone was carving into my skin with ice. Sasuke moved over to me and looked down, furrowing his brows. He reached down and grabbed my hand, causing me to flinch, and lifted my wrist up closer so he could inspect it.

"...Sorry," he said. "Fubuki is a drama queen. I think he's bipolar."

That caused me to smile and chuckle. Sasuke stood me up and we walked into the bathroom. He opened a cabinet and pulled out a big, brown bottle of alcohol. I frowned deeply. He screwed the cap off and grabbed my wrist again. "It'll just hurt for a second. Geez," he said, and held my wrist over the sink, pulling my sleeve back up to my elbow. He then tilted the bottle over and poured some of the liquid over my wrist. I groaned and clenched my fist. "Some ninja," he scoffed and got a washcloth, wetting it with cool water and placing it over my damaged wrist. He spoke again.

"...Cats actually have venom in their claws. They use it to stun their prey. So, if you feel you're arm kind of stiffen or go numb, you have cat scratch fever." I blinked a few times and looked at him. I didn't know that. He shrugged. "I don't know why Fubuki is like that. I guess it was because he might have been abused. He did it to me once, the first week I took him home."

I nodded and he removed the cloth, looking down at the swollen marks. He rubbed the pad of his thumb lightly over the lifted flesh, and I clenched my teeth. "You'll be fine," he said quietly. "It'll heal over in about a week. Sorry again." He straightened and put the alcohol up, then tossed the cloth into a basket full of dirty clothes. He then turned to me and looked over my face, another unreadable expression having settled there. I blushed softly, not knowing what to do.

"Thanks, Sasuke," I said, and he nodded.

It was then that I did something I never even expected I myself would do. I stepped forward and kissed him softly on the cheek, then pulled back for a moment. He blinked rapidly, his eyes widening, and I leaned forward, kissing him on the lips softly. He wobbled for a moment, as if a big gust of wind just swooped over him. After a few moments, he wrapped his arms around my neck and I lifted him up.


We both fell onto his bed, which we had found after stumbling across the house, since we refused to break the kiss. His arms stayed locked around my neck, and soon his legs wrapped around my waist. I shivered softly from the close contact, and slid my tongue across his bottom lip. He took my tongue into his tongue into my mouth and moaned softly. I relaxed on top of him slightly, moving my damaged hand up to stroke his cheek, then past his ear and into his hair. I felt my way through the raven strands of silk, then rolled so the he was on top. He grunted and I smiled, breaking the kiss to gather in some much-needed air.

We looked at each other for a few moments, and I ran my thumb over his lips, his pale cheeks lighting up with red. I chuckled and craned my head some, pressing my lips against his neck. He froze for a moment, then melted against me, and I knew I had already found a weak-spot. We sat up, him in my lap with his legs still around my waist, and I continued to tease his neck. I rested my hands on the small of his back. He whimpered and rested his hands on my head, nestling them into my hair.

"Naruto.."

"Hm?"

"..." He didn't say anything, and I smiled against his skin, grabbing the hem of his shirt and lifting it up, moving away only long enough for me to slip the shirt off. I tossed it aside and leaned back in, kissing at his neck and then at his shoulder. I laid his back down and kissed down from his shoulder to his chest. My hand slid down much farther, down his stomach and to his shorts, quickly undoing them and slipping underneath the cloth. I rubbed my palm into his semi-hard member, feeling a bit of self-satisfaction when his hips bucked towards my hand.

I slid my tongue over his nipple, breathing slowly through my nose. This earned me another moan, so I took the pink nub into my mouth and suckled on it lightly, then rolled it around between my teeth. He shifted some beneath me and I gulped, working his now fully erect member between my fingers. I sat up and looked down at him. His eyes were closed, his head turned to the side, and he was panting.

I blinked slowly, and looked down. I slid both of hands to his waist, then grabbed the hem of his shorts and underwear, sliding them down from his hips. Once they were off, I dropped them onto the floor. He seemed to instantly want to curl up, so I rested my hand on his thigh and rubbed the skin softly in a comforting manner. I then quickly somehow managed to undress myself with just one hand and shifted him so that his head was resting on the pillows. I slid my hands back to his thighs then to the back of his knees, lifting them and resting his legs on my shoulders. This made him freeze and open his eyes. He looked up to me with an almost fretful expression. This made my heart stir. "S-Sasuke? Are you a, um," I started, and rubbed the back of my head. He blushed and bit his lip.

"Yes," he answered. "I've never... had sex."

Little fireworks went off in my chest, and I couldn't help but grin. He glared, so I leaned down and kissed the lobe of his ear. I had only had sex three times, all of them a big mistake, but knowing that I'd be Sasuke's first made me kind of, well, happy. I then slowly began to grind into him, grabbing his hips and blowing into his ear softly. He moaned and rested his hands on my shoulders, burying his face into my neck.

Soon he started moving his hips back against mine, and I smiled. I moved up some, sliding two fingers into my mouth and quickly lathering them up. He watched me with lidded eyes, and I stared back. I then removed my fingers and moved them lower, pressing them against his entrance. He froze again, his eyes widening but not moving from my own. I smiled and slipped one finger inside, causing him to stir. He arched his back softly, turning his head to the side. I slid my finger in as deep as it would go, rubbing against the soft walls of muscle and prodding everything inside. I then slipped in a second finger and spread them apart, scissoring.

This earned me more moans and made the male beneath me arch his back even higher. His nails dug into my arms, and I winced, but let out a soft moan. Soon, I slid in one more finger, and he began to rock his hips against them, soft, delectable noises leaving his lips. The small ring of muscle began clenching around my fingers, and I pulled them out slowly. He whimpered and plopped his back down onto the bad in dismay, but stiffened when I prodded his hole with the head of my cock.

"Mm," he muttered and slid his hands down my arms, his fingers brushing against my damaged wrist, causing me to shiver. He whispered something, and though I couldn't hear it, I instinctively slid myself into him slowly. He gasped and twitched from side-to-side, choking out moans and whimpers, as if he couldn't decide if it felt good or just hurt. Soon, I was completely inside of him, my mouth open as we both panted. I let him adjust, and when he began to rock his hips, I took that as a signal that he was ready. I slowly slid out and back in.

Soon my speed picked up and my thrusts became more imprecise. All I was thinking about was him and the pleasure I felt at the moment, and of course the climax soon to come. I leaned down and pressed our bodies together. He wrapped his arms back around my neck, and my hands clenched onto his hips even tighter, his legs still propped on my shoulders. When his back arched completely off of the bed, and he lout a strangled moan, I smirked, and pounded that spot as hard as I could. He moaned, even yelled, my name. I whimpered and soon a familiar warmth began pooling in the pit of my stomach.

He yelled, and he came, the warm cum splashing against my stomach. He clenched around me, sending me tumbling over the edge, as well, and my grip tightened on his hips as I came inside of him. I froze, then panted heavily and fell at his side. We looked at each other, and he closed his eyes, breathing in slowly through his nose.

"I love you," he said, so quietly I could barely hear him, and I smiled.

"I love you, too."


I had no idea that thing was gonna attack my wrist. But, I can't help but feel somewhat grateful. Thanks to Fubuki, me and Sasuke have become even closer than we were when we were kids. I guess I owe the fur-ball a big "thank you."

Eh, I'll bring 'im a can of fancy tuna tomorrow.

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Usagi: And, there you have it. Hope you enjoyed it. R&R, and comments are love. Thanks for reading. Oh, and Fubuki is Japanese for "Snowstorm." Heh.~