Open Your Eyes

A/N: Not gonna lie, I wrote this for the fuck of it because I couldn't find any team 7 porn. I have plans to write more, although I dunno if I'll do it in this universe. 

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No one is surprised that Naruto and Sasuke are the first.



It’s after a brawl that turns into frustrations, hurt and forgiveness and raw, painful love expressed with fists. Naruto’s crying, maybe, and he grabs Sasuke by the shoulders and knees him in the sternum and pulls him into his arms, fisting his hair and he’s definitely crying now, the tears hot on Sasuke’s neck.



“Don’t you ever leave again, you shit,” Naruto sobs, brokenly, as Sasuke struggles to breathe.



Neither of them is quite sure who starts it, but they’re kissing, messy and full of teeth, and then Naruto’s rolling on top of Sasuke and they’re pulling each other’s clothes off and rutting, both of them too impatient to fuck. But it’s enough--hands and mouths and limbs tangled together,  hips grinding against each other and gasps and whimpers spilling from their throats.



It looks violent, rough and purely physical--Sakura figures it out the next day, when she mentions that someone left a crater in training field three and Naruto turns scarlet and Sasuke hides his face in a menu--but for them, it’s as tender and soul-ripping as the gentlest of making love.



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“Were you a virgin?”



It’s murmured in the darkness of Naruto’s apartment. Sasuke wanted anal; it took planning, but they managed to come together with enough patience to actually prepare, roll on the condom and slick up with lubricant, and god it was worth it--although they never actually made it to the bed. The floor is hard against Sasuke’s spine, but Naruto is warm and safe and close above him and inside him--he’d been too exhausted to move after the orgasm--and he really can’t bring himself to care right now.



“Yeah.” Naruto’s tone is a little incredulous--he wasn’t expecting the question. He props himself up on his elbows and cups Sasuke’s face, tracing his thumb over a high, elegant cheekbone. “Weren’t you?”



Sasuke shakes his head. “I would have thought you’d have done it with Sakura.”



Naruto turns pink and buries his head in Sasuke’s shoulder. Sasuke strokes the back of his head, fingers slipping through thick blond hair. It’s the only cue he needs.



“You can if you want. I don’t care.”



Naruto lifts his head again and just blinks at him.



Sasuke chuckles and brings him down for a kiss, starting up a slow rock of his hips.

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It’s a hell of a lot slower, between Naruto and Sakura. Partly because Naruto is still terrified of hurting her, partly because she’s taking the reins--didn’t give him a choice, really, when she straddled his lap and pushed him against the headboard. It’s different than the sex with Sasuke in that it’s less furious--it’s years of affection blossoming into desire, rather than years of longing and anger exploding into a fight, to get under each other’s skin and imprint on each other’s every cell and make up for lost time.



But in the end, it’s no less a melding of souls. She is his, and he is hers, and the fact that it took them longer to cross the bridge doesn’t make it any less real.



And there’s no real pain in their coupling. Sakura doesn’t wince when she takes Naruto into her; she doesn’t clench around him so hard he’s afraid of moving. She laughs breathlessly at him when he mentions this, puts her fist in his hair and leans down to whisper in his ear.



“I could make it hurt, if you want.”



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“I never got to punish you for leaving,” Sakura says idly, one afternoon when the four of them are taking tea. Naruto splutters (he’s sitting gingerly today; she meant it when she said she could make it hurt and now he knows why Sasuke always wants to bottom) and Kakashi actually lowers his book and looks at her, then at Sasuke.



Sasuke sits as still as stone, looking into his cup. “I’ll do whatever it takes to give restitution. You know that.”



Kakashi goes back to his book. Naruto scoots to the edge of his seat and winces, blinks, stares at them to see what she’ll say.



Sakura softens, then, and puts her hand on Sasuke’s. He looks up at her, uncertain; she grins, the same one she gave Naruto last night.



“I have a few ideas,” she all but purrs, and Sasuke shifts uncomfortably, but most of the tension has drained from his frame. He looks down at the table, willing submission this time, instead of fear.



“Can I watch?” Naruto asks, eagerly. Sakura hits him upside the head.



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Turns out Sasuke’s libido is nearly insatiable, and Naruto can only satisfy him because of the Kyuubi stamina--so naturally, Sakura uses it against him and rings his cock in tight, unyielding metal before hauling him over her lap.



He makes the most delicious little noises, breathy whines and grunts and whimpers, when her palm strikes his ass. He’s so, so pale, and his skin flushes so, so red with the hits, and he wiggles and pushes back against her and clutches the material of her skirt and dampens it where his cock touches and she thinks he might be beautiful.



“You,” she murmurs, stroking a feather-light touch against the fingermarks she’s left on the swell of his ass, “have been a very, very bad boy.”



Sasuke chokes around a cry when her next hit lands, squarely across both cheeks. His hips buck, his cock pulses in her lap, and she holds him still. She won’t let him fall.



“What have you been?”



She grips his hair in her fist and forces him to look up at her, face flushed, mouth open, eyes dark and wet.



“Very, very bad,” he answers, and she lets go of his head. It flops, as though he can’t hold it up; black hair frames his pale face and she thinks she sees a drop of water fall from his jaw to the floor.



She puts her hand on his back, just for a second, just enough to let him know she’s here and she loves him.



“Get up. On your knees.”



He obeys, although it’s a little awkward to get off her lap without stumbling. He manages. She’s proud of him, but she keeps her face flat as she spreads her legs.



“Show me how sorry you are.”



Sasuke’s hands tremble as pulls down her panties, tosses them to the floor, and buries his face between her thighs, lips and tongue working her clit. And that’s how she knows he means it.