The orange light of the forge cast a warm, amber glow across Sasuke's face, illuminating the sharp angles of his jaw and the delicate curve of his cheekbones, while the cold grey light from the rain-lashed windows caught the wetness at the corners of his eyes, making them glisten like fragments of shattered glass, each tear a tiny prism catching the warring colors of warmth and storm.
Naruto's heart hammered with alarm. His fingers inside Sasuke's entrance stilled, soft and motionless inside him. Naruto didn't dare to move.
Sasuke moved his hands towards Naruto's chest and pushed at his shoulders, not hard but clear in his intent. Naruto let himself be moved, letting his fingers slid slowly from Sasuke's hole with the movement, sitting back on his heels between Sasuke's spread thighs.
Sasuke pushed himself up as well, sitting, chest heaving in rapid, shallow pulls, gaze lowered towards the floor, fixed into some invisible point there rather than meeting Naruto's concerned eyes.
"W-wait…" Sasuke mutered, breathing harshly, his voice rough, scraped raw from all the whimpering and crying out.
Naruto searched his face, leaning over, worry sharp in his own voice. "Are you okay?" he asked, bringing one hand to Sasuke's shoulder.
Sasuke's answer came quickly, but his voice was barely above a whisper, strained, "I'm dizzy." he mumbled, "just… a moment…" he added, lifting the palm of his left hand up in a stopping gesture, before dropping it to the cold stone floor, still avoiding Naruto's stare.
Sasuke lowered his head, his long hair sliding forward like a cascade of shadow, veiling him in darkness. He felt like the entire room would swing if he were to look up. He was dizzy... incredibly dizzy, almost as if he had been poisoned, and he felt genuinely scared, but he didn't know why. He was feeling so good, so terribly good... he had been right about to cum, and then he suddenly felt terrified, his body reacting as if he were in danger. It didn't make sense.
This hadn't happened to him when he had been with that man... Sasuke hadn't even known this could happen... Was this something possible, during sex? Apparently, it was, and he hadn't known... Sasuke felt suddenly stupid, weak, but he was too dizzy and too overwhelmed to care about it in that moment.
He was too nervous. Too riled up.
He needed to calm down. He needed to gather himself.
Naruto swallowed hard, "Did I hurt you?".
Sasuke's response was immediate, "No... no..." he breathed, his voice low, barely carrying.
Naruto exhaled a long, shaky breath, the tension on his shoulders easing by a fraction, "Okay… okay…" he breathed, almost to himself.
Then, observing Sasuke's expression Naruto understood; Sasuke must be feeling overwhelmed, by the pleasure, by the sensations, by the sheer intensity of this new, impossible, thing between them. Naruto felt it too, it wasn't just how good everything felt... for him and for Sasuke... things between them have always been intense, consuming, Naruto knew that, and it only made sense that intensity would translate into sex too...
Sasuke remained seated on the shirt spread beneath him, his butt planted on the fabric, but his legs and the palms of both hands were in contact with the cold stone floor, grounding him, as he tried to leave his mind blank and steady himself. After a moment, he shifted his weight to one side, settling onto his hip, his legs folding together like a closed book as he turned partially away from Naruto, toward the forge. His long black hair slid forward in a dark curtain, brushing over his shoulders and falling further to shadow his expression, his back now half-turned to Naruto, which made the contact of Naruto's hand on his shoulder break free, but without resistance.
Sasuke brought the back of his right hand to his forehead, then shifted, pressing his palm over his eyes, fingers spreading across his brow as he closed them, his breathing gradually slowing, deepening. Naruto watched, silent and still, as Sasuke sat there, naked, exposed, his shoulders slightly hunched, his legs folded like a siren resting on a shore.
After a moment Naruto reached out, his hand tentatively reaching out to Sasuke's shoulder. Then he lowered it, gently, and began stroking the length of Sasuke's bare back in slow, careful passes, down the line of his spine, and up again. They stayed like that for a long minute, the only sounds the rain hammering the windows, the soft crackling from the forge, and Sasuke's gradually evening breaths.
Naruto leaned in and pressed a series of soft, chaste kisses to the curve of Sasuke's shoulder, waiting for him without pressure. Sasuke's free hand rose, almost absently, and settled in Naruto's blond hair, moving his other from his eyes to the floor for purchase. Sasuke's fingers moved through the disheveled strands of Naruto's mane in a slow, thoughtless caress although his eyes remained closed. He was still trying to put himself together. The feeling of Naruto's blond strands between his fingers was recomforting, somehow... and he kept running his hand through them, to calm himself down, perhaps, or in reassuring gesture, to soothe Naruto's evident worry, an apology, maybe, for stopping, for not being able to endure... Sasuke himself didn't even know.
Naruto's voice dropped to a near-whisper. "Are you… feeling better?" He asked, his thumb stroking slow, soothing circles against Sasuke's shoulder. "You know... we don't have to continue-"
"No, no- I'm fine…" Sasuke cut him off at once, the words firm despite his lingering unsteadiness.
Naruto kissed the same spot on his shoulder again, then carefully wrapped both arms around him from behind, pulling him back against his chest. Sasuke let him, maintaining his hand still tangled in his golden hair. Naruto's larger body curved around Sasuke's, the heat of their skin seeping into each other. And after another stretch of quiet Sasuke's body began to soften in his arms.
Naruto held him like that, arms wrapped securely around his chest and his waist, fingertips pressed lightly over the defined muscle of Sasuke's pectorals and abs, face buried in the dark silk of his hair, breathing him in, then pressing his nose into the warm hollow of his neck.
Sasuke's eyes opened slowly, fixed on the subdued amber glow of the forge, watching the low flames flicker and dance against the stone. The dizziness faded and was replaced by a quiet, steady calm. And he didn't even understand what it was about Naruto, that made him feel like that so easily, just hugging him, but the sensation of his arms around his own chest and his head buried in his neck made him feel... safe again...
In a way he hadn't felt since he was a kid. In a way he had almost forgotten.
It felt so good... They had hugged each other before, when they were kids, sometimes, but this was completely different.
He wanted to hold onto this, onto Naruto, for as long as he could. Sasuke didn't want the moment to break. He didn't want, whatever this was, to end.
It didn't matter what they were anymore.
Friends, enemies, lovers... it didn't matter.
Sasuke closed his eyes again, taking a deep slow breath, he was still fully hard, still aching for Naruto, still throbbing to feel his big, hard length deep inside him... He could feel his hole widened and swollen from Naruto's fingers there, and the awareness that he was feeling that, without Naruto even touching him in any sexual manner now, while he was holding him in his arms so gently... sent a shiver through his entire body.
He bit lightly his lower lip as his raised hand drifted downward on its own, sliding from Naruto's golden hair toward his arms wrapped around him. His fingers brushed against Naruto's forearm where it rested across his belly, tracing the lines of muscle there over his sun-kissed skin.
Then Sasuke turned halfway and pushed Naruto softly. The motion was calm but deliberate, a quiet assertion that he was ready, ready to continue, ready to take what he wanted. Sasuke lifted his chin, but his eyes remained lowered, his breathing had evened, his hands had stopped shaking, and his voice, when he spoke, had found its familiar register again, low, measured.
"Sit there." He said, still not looking directly at his eyes.
Then Sasuke gestured with his gaze towards the stone wall behind them.
Naruto hesitated, concern still tight in his chest. "But are you feeling better? Sasuke, … tell me… you know we can stop if it's too much-"
Sasuke turned his head just enough to cut him off. His voice low but absolute; "I don't want to stop. It was... just a moment." He didn't know what had happened, but the dizziness had entirely faded away.
Then Sasuke bought one hand to Naruto's cheek, leaned in and pressed a brief kiss to his lips, as if to reassure him, or make him comply, or simply because he felt like it.
"Sit." Sasuke repeated, staring at Naruto's lips, a fresh wave of embarrassment washing through him at how casually he had just kissed him, his own boldness catching up with him in a sudden, mortifying rush.
Naruto obeyed.
He crawled the short distance and sat down without a word, with his back against the rough stone wall, the cold surface pressing into his bare skin, his heart hammering in his chest, his lips still tingling from the unexpected kiss. Sasuke had kissed him. Not as part of the heat of the moment, not in the frenzy of passion, but casually, deliberately, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Naruto's face burned, and he found himself unable to form a single coherent thought, his voice lost somewhere in his throat as he stared at Sasuke, waiting.
Sasuke lifted his gaze, finally meeting Naruto's eyes, dark and unreadable, the intensity of his stare making Naruto's breath catch. Then he followed him, moving on his knees, holding his gaze as he moved, silent and fluid, like a panther stalking through the night, the amber glow of the forge and the storm-grey light from the windows painting them both in shifting, contrasting shadows.
Sasuke reached him in one last silent motion. He shifted one leg over Naruto's thighs, bracing his hands on Naruto's shoulders for balance, and lowered himself down, settling his weight squarely over Naruto's lap. Naked, unguarded, his dark eyes never leaving Naruto's face, he sat there, straddling him, his body warm and heavy and impossibly close, feeling the full hard length of Naruto's cock against his ass through the fabric of Naruto's pants.
Naruto could barely breath. The press of Sasuke's thighs bracketing his hips, the weight of him settling over his aching cock, still trapped in his pants, hard and throbbing, and the pressure of Sasuke's ass right above it, made Naruto's mouth go dry and his hands tremble at his sides.
He needed him. He needed him more than he needed anything else in this world.
Sasuke's hand came up, fingers sliding through Naruto's hair before curling into the strands, tugging sharply, his thumb grazing the curve of his ear with deliberate roughness before he leaned in and crushed their mouths together in a violent kiss.
Sasuke's tongue drove into Naruto's mouth the instant their lips crashed together, wet and demanding, claiming the space with the same fierce intensity he brought to every battle.
The moment Sasuke's tongue pushed past his lips, Naruto gasped into the kiss, a short, startled sound that vibrated between them, and his hands flew up, pulled by instinct. One clamped hard around the narrow curve of Sasuke's waist, fingers digging into the warm, smooth skin just above the hip; the other sank deep into the back of Sasuke's long black hair, fisting the dark strands and yanking him closer until their chests pressed flush and there was no air left between them.
All the careful tenderness from a moment before burned away in a single heartbeat. Naruto's hunger flared back to life, raw and instantaneous, answering the fire Sasuke poured into him. Their mouths moved in a frantic, open rhythm, lips bruising, teeth catching, spit mixing as the kiss turned messy and desperate.
Sasuke began to move his head in slow, deliberate waving motions, tilting one way, then the other, deepening the angle, changing the pressure, pouring every tangled emotion into the contact. The kiss became a conversation without words: hunger, possession, resentment, fear, the lingering vulnerability from the pause he had taken, and sharp, insistent desire twisting between them without end.
Naruto's blond hair was a wild mess, damp with sweat and thoroughly tangled from Sasuke's earlier grip; every new tug of those long fingers only made it worse, strands sticking out in every direction, some falling across his forehead and into his eyes.
Sasuke liked the heavy, possessive weight of Naruto's palm on his lower back, liked the way those fingers pressed into the dip of his spine, anchoring him, claiming him even while he was the one straddling Naruto's lap. The contact grounded him and inflamed him at the same time. Then, Sasuke suddenly pressed down harder, and began to roll his hips in small, deliberate motions that dragged the bare, heated cleft of his ass directly over the thick, trapped length of Naruto's cock still confined inside his pants.
The friction was devastating.
Naruto groaned into the kiss, the sound low and broken, vibrating against Sasuke's tongue. His hips jerked upward in answer, seeking more of that pressure, more of the naked heat grinding against him. Sasuke answered by rocking again, and again, making the hard ridge of Naruto's cock slide along the sensitive skin between his cheeks. Each movement sent fresh sparks of arousal through both of them. Sasuke's own neglected length, still flushed and wet at the tip, brushed against Naruto's stomach with every shift, leaving faint smears of precome on the tanned skin.
The pressure was exquisite and insufficient at the same time, enough to make Naruto's cock throb heavily, enough to make Sasuke's own length twitch and leak, but not enough to satisfy the sharper need in both of them.
Sasuke broke the kiss with the same sudden violence with which he had started it.
He tore his mouth away so abruptly that a sharp, startled gasp was ripped from Naruto's lips, the sound loud in the small space between them. Naruto's eyes flew open, dazed and dark with lust, lips still parted and wet.
"Sa-suke-" he breathed.
Sasuke did not answer.
Instead, he shifted his weight, lifting his hips just enough to create a narrow gap and he bought his fingers to Naruto's unzipped pants, opening the fabric wider with a quick, decisive motion. Then Sasuke closed his hand firmly around Naruto's cock and pulled it free.
The sudden direct contact made Naruto hiss through his teeth, hips jerking upward again at the feel of cool air and the tight grip of Sasuke's fingers.
Sasuke held it for a second, feeling it pulsing in his palm, looking straight into Naruto's eyes. His breathing had quickened, barely perceptible but visible in the shallow rise and fall of his chest and his shoulders. His eyes had shifted, hardening into something Naruto recognized from a hundred battlefields, that singular, lethal determination Sasuke wore when he rode into destruction. A black fire lit in Sasuke's gaze, fierce and lethal, promising that a single moment trapped in that stare would be enough to unravel everything Naruto was and reduce him to nothing but fuel for the flame.
But then, without a word, Sasuke released him.
Naruto's breath caught. He watched, confused and aching, as Sasuke lowered his eyes to his own hand.
And what happened next left Naruto's mind completely empty, stripped of everything except the sight before him.
Sasuke brought his hand to his own mouth, parted his lips, and spat directly into his open palm.
The gesture was so crude and explicit that Naruto could barely believe Sasuke, of all people, had done such a vulgar thing.
The wet sound of it resonated obscenely clear and a thin strand of spit stretched for a moment between Sasuke's lower lip and his palm before breaking.
And Naruto couldn't help but to stare at him, utterly mesmerized.
Then Sasuke brought that same hand straight down and wrapped it around Naruto's cock.
The slick, warm saliva made the grip glide much more easily than before. Sasuke closed his fingers tightly and began to stroke him.
Naruto's reaction was immediate.
A low, guttural grunt tore from Naruto's throat, the sound rough and scraped raw, vibrating in his chest as his mouth fell open in a silent gasp that quickly turned into a broken moan. His head fell back against the rough stone wall for a moment, eyes squeezing shut.
Sasuke stoked him in a quick, firm rhythm, fist sliding from base to tip and back down again. On every upward pull he dragged his thumb across the reddened, sensitive head, spreading the mixture of spit and precome in deliberate, rushed circles.
After a few seconds Naruto forced his eyes open again, and what he saw nearly finished him.
Sasuke's gaze was fixed on his cock, his dark eyes tracing every line and curve with an intensity that bordered on reverence. His long black hair had spilled forward around his face, a dark shroud that hid everything but the sharp focus of his gaze, those beautiful, dangerous eyes that had seen so much death, now looking at him with nothing but raw hunger.
"Nnh- fuck-" Naruto cursed, his blue eyes glazing over as he struggled to keep them locked on Sasuke's face.
Sasuke watched the way the thick shaft disappeared into his fist and reappeared, shiny and flushed; he watched the way the broad head darkened further under the repeated drag of his thumb. His own cock stood hard and neglected between them, but his attention remained fixed on the length he was stroking.
Naruto's hand shot out and clamped around Sasuke's splayed thigh, fingers digging hard into the firm muscle, anchoring himself as he raced toward the edge. Sasuke glanced up then, black eyes locking onto blue through the humid dimness, and the corner of his mouth twitched into a small, satisfied smirk, sharp and knowing, pleased to find Naruto this wrecked again.
Naruto lifted his free hand and brushed a damp strand of hair from Sasuke's flushed cheek. But before he could retreat, Sasuke turned his head quick as a viper and caught Naruto's index and middle finger between his teeth, biting down with playful, teasing pressure. Naruto let him, watching him, transfixed, and curled his fingers slightly inside his mouth, to caress the wet, scorching heat of Sasuke's inner cheek, feeling the soft flesh yield.
A second later Sasuke released him with a slick, filthy sound and Naruto felt his own blood turning into liquid fire. He surged forward, seizing the back of Sasuke's head roughly, and crushed their mouths together in a harsh, claiming kiss. Sasuke broke it just as quickly, and after a few more urgent strokes, right before Naruto could finish, Sasuke stopped stroking him.
He shifted his weight, repositioning himself above Naruto's lap, his knees still bracing on either side of Naruto's hips, as he positioned his ass ready to sink down and impale himself.
Naruto's breath caught hard in his throat.
His heart began to hammer wildly against his ribs.
Sasuke braced one hand on Naruto's shoulder for support. The other reached behind himself, long fingers spreading his own cheeks open, exposing the still-swollen, slightly reddened entrance that Naruto's fingers had worked so thoroughly earlier. He leaned forward until his forehead rested against Naruto's other shoulder.
Naruto's hands rose almost of their own accord and settled on Sasuke's waist and the sharp jut of his hip, half-holding him, half-steadying him.
The contact was warm and solid. Sasuke's heart began to race so hard that all he could hear was the frantic, desperate rhythm of his own blood rushing in his ears.
He needed him. He needed Naruto inside him like he needed air in his lungs. He needed to be filled by this man. Needed the thick, heavy length that had been grinding against him to push inside him and stretch him open until everything else disappeared. All Sasuke could think of, all he could feel was Naruto, beneath him, with him, around him, this impossible man that had haunted the deepest regions of his soul for so long... And at that moment, right when he was about to sink down into that huge, thick cock of his, the image of Naruto's beautiful blue eyes rose unbidden in his mind, those cerulean eyes... vast and profound like the ocean, clear and untainted, so bright and boyish when he laughed, with that laughter of his, so rich and contagious that always made everyone in a room turn his attention to him... those beautiful pure eyes, so gentle and compassionate... so intense and piercing when it they burned with fury and determination.. so wild when they had fought each other to the edge of death... That pure endless blue that threatened to drown him every time he looked at it for too long...
The sunlight in his hair, and the blue of the sky fixed forever in his gaze....
This boy... who had been his one and only...
His one and only...
And Naruto had stood against him, shouting for him to return to Konoha, to abandon his vengeance, denying him the justice he was owed for everything that had been stolen from him... fighting him with everything he had when he had promised him he would always stand by his side... The memory cut deep even now. But in a few hours everything would be gone. And nothing will matter anymore. Nothing they had done or failed to do would matter anymore.
But at least, before the end, he would have had this. At least this one thing... At least, Sasuke would have got with Naruto what he hadn't got with anyone else he had lost, a chance to have this special goodbye...
Sasuke began to sink down.
Even though Naruto's fingers had stretched him thoroughly, the thick head of Naruto's cock was still significantly larger, and the tight ring of his hole refused to open. Sasuke felt the broad tip press against his entrance, hot and blunt, but it would not breach. He tried again, and again, but he couldn't. He was too nervous... too riled up. Sasuke shifted, brushing the slick, swollen head over his hole, again and again, making Naruto pant and hiss, but the resistance held.
A soft sound of frustration left him. Then Sasuke forced himself to breathe, he inhaled and exhaled, slowly, audibly, trying to make his body open.
Naruto poured every ounce of his willpower to not thrust up or grab Sasuke's hips and make him sink down at once. The soft, wet heat of Sasuke's entrance kissing the tip of his cock made him pant harder and harder with each one of Sasuke's failed attempts. Naruto noticed the deliberate way Sasuke was forcing himself to breathe and he understood. He didn't know anything about sex between men, but he didn't need to, it was obvious that taking someone inside had to be far more difficult, and far more vulnerable, for the one receiving. It was obvious that the one being entered carried the greater strain, the greater risk of pain.
Sasuke was giving him something that required an immense amount of courage, and Naruto would be gentle. He would be careful. He had to be. He had to make it good for him.
Naruto moved the palm of his hand on Sasuke's back up and down, in a slow soothing caress.
And the moment he did, the tip finally breached.
Sasuke moaned instantly, long and loud, wrecked, the same acute whining register from earlier fully returning to his voice; "Aaaah-" The stinging stretch of that intrusion tearing the sound out of him.
Naruto answered with a low, guttural grunt as the tight, scorching heat of Sasuke's hole closed around the head of his cock. His eyes fluttered shut for a second; he turned his face and brushed his nose into the dark silk of Sasuke's hair, breathing him in while the sensation threatened to undo him completely.
Sasuke tried to stay focused. Once the head was inside, he began to sink lower, inch by careful inch. Every new stretch dragging another loud, high whimper from his throat. "AH- AH-"
And it hurt. It hurt more than he had expected, a deep, burning sting that made his thighs tremble and his eyes sting. Yet he did not stop. He needed it. He needed it bad and deep.
Naruto quickly realized, even between the haze of his own pleasure, that Sasuke sounded too wounded.
He quickly brought both hands up and cupped Sasuke's face, tilting it so their eyes met.
And what he saw confirmed his suspicion.
Sasuke's black eyes were glassy with a mixture of arousal and pain. His brows were drawn together in a way that spoke of strain; the lower lid of one eye looked wet, as if he were only a breath away from crying. Their gazes locked. Sasuke did not look away, attempting to seem that he could take it, even though every line of his face betrayed how much the stretch was costing him.
Naruto's hand left his face and closed gently around Sasuke's neglected cock, stroking lightly, trying to give him something else to focus on. It barely helped. Sasuke squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered through clenched teeth, "nngg- ah- ah-", but he kept sinking down, determined.
Naruto's cock was halfway inside when the alarm in him sharpened into real fear, because Sasuke's pain didn't seem to ease. "Sa-suke... s-slow down-" He began, between heavy breaths, "…if you keep- nggg- pushing like this- you are gonna hurt yourself-"
And those words broke Sasuke completely.
Because Naruto, without knowing it, had just said the exact same words Itachi had said to him when he was a kid, carried him home in his back, and made him feel like nothing in this world could ever hurt him.
The past and present overlapped so seamlessly that the tight resistance in his body simply… gave way.
Sasuke's hole suddenly opened, and Naruto's cock slid fully inside him in one go.
The sound that tore from Sasuke's throat was unlike anything else, a loud, shattered cry that escaped him high and unrestrained; "AAAH-!" It rang through the armory and echoed through the hallway beyond, vibrating against Naruto's shoulder where Sasuke's forehead was pressed.
Naruto moaned at the same time, a rough guttural sound dragged up from the center of his chest.
Sasuke's entire body seized around the sudden, unexpected fullness; every muscle locked, his thighs trembling violently on either side of Naruto's hips, fingers digging hard into the solid muscle of Naruto's shoulder as the thick length split him in half. The stretch was brutal, overwhelming, a profound burning fullness that forced the air out from his lungs and left him paralyzed.
And Naruto had never felt something this good in his entire life. The tight, scorching heat of Sasuke's body closed around him completely, gripping every inch of his cock in a velvet vice that made his vision blur at the edges. He became instantly lost in the impossible silk of those inner walls fluttering and clenching around him as Sasuke's body adjusted to the intrusion. Naruto felt tears gathering at the corners of his vision, not only from the raw physical pleasure, but from the crushing weight of emotion.
He was inside Sasuke.
After years of chasing him, fighting him, losing him, and finding him again, they were joined in the most intimate way possible. The knowledge sat heavy and luminous in his chest, so vast that Naruto felt like he might die right then and there out of pure joy. His arms tightened around Sasuke's trembling body in his lap; he turned his face into the dark spill of Sasuke's hair and breathed him in, his blue eyes burning, his throat tight, every nerve ending in his body alive with the reality of what they had just done, of what Sasuke was giving him.
Sasuke, who have had his own heart hurt and broken so many times, by so many people, who had lost everything and had nothing, still had this generosity inside his heart to give Naruto something like this, when all he had known had been only people taking and taking from him. And at that moment, Naruto felt like the luckiest person in the world, because he had gotten to meet this amazing, incredible person Sasuke was, and he had gotten to be with him. And Sasuke deserved the world and more, and Naruto loved him with a fierceness inside his heart that went way beyond words, beyond time, beyond any hardship he had endured, and beyond life itself.
Sasuke stayed completely still, panting hard and audible, each breath dragging roughly in and out of his lungs. Naruto's cock was buried to the hilt inside him, thick and unyielding, and he focused every scrap of will on not letting nervousness or fear take over him. Pain and pleasure had fused into one indistinguishable current that raced through his body; he could no longer separate the burn of the stretch from the exquisite fullness. And the simple fact of having Naruto inside him just like this, made him want to cry, to laugh, to flee, to beg for more, all at once. He was a wreck. His eyes remained open, unfocused, fixed on the tanned plane of Naruto's chest while his forehead stayed pressed hard against the solid curve of Naruto's shoulder. He needed him. He needed him with all his being.
Naruto's hand slid from Sasuke's hip, trailing up the tense line of his spine until it rested on his upper back. "S-Sasuke… are you- o-kay?" he asked, his voice low and trembling between breaths, hoarse but careful.
Sasuke could not form words. He only jerked his head once in a small, affirmative motion against his shoulder.
Naruto's arms came around him fully, hugging him, pulling him even closer.
Sasuke bought his trembling hands to each side of Naruto's face, caressing his cheeks where his whisker marks laid, his face still buried in the hollow of Naruto's neck. Then Sasuke's hands drifted up, without thought, his fingers tangling themselves in the golden mane of Naruto's hair, feeling the slightly rasp texture, how the wild strands were tangled and disheveled in all directions. Then his hands drifted lower, from Naruto's ears to his neck, then to his chest, where Sasuke pressed his palms flat, his fingertips trembling, his own breathing ragged and frantic, the stillness of his body only broken by the absentminded exploration of his hands.
Naruto tightened the embrace, his fingertips sinking in Sasuke's shoulder blades and his waist.
*I love you*, Naruto thought, the thought so clear and absolute that it hurt him to even think it. *I love you so much. I love you. I love you. I love you...* he repeated inside his head, again and again, like a mantra, a prayer, an oath, feeling his eyes sting, his heart fluttering as though it were drowning in honey.
Sasuke remained motionless, panting heavily, his delicate fingertips twitching faintly against Naruto's chest.
"D-does it hurt?" Naruto asked him, his voice low and hoarse, every word heavy with the weight of what he couldn't say.
Sasuke drew a shaky breath. "Y-yes…" he answered, his voice thin with strain. Butt before Naruto could say anything again about stopping or something similar, he added quickly, forcing the words out of him; "B-but I- I don't want to s-stop."
Naruto's arms tightened. "But- I don't want to hurt you- Sasuke- S-Sasuke-" He chanted his name, face buried in the curve of Sasuke's neck, hugging him tightly, brushing his nose on Sasuke's dark strands, pleading him not to suffer, and needing him to be able to endure it at the same time.
"N-Naruto- p-please..." Sasuke breathed, his voice rising to a supplicating tone, "I don't- nggg- want to stop- it is- okay..."
And Sasuke wasn't lying. He was being the most sincere he had probably been in his entire life. He didn't want to stop. In that moment, it really was okay. The hurt. The pain. It really was okay.
He had never feared pain. And he wasn't going to start now. Pain was all he had ever known, wasn't it? He had grown with it, lived with it, slept with it. And he had been hurt by Naruto before, had been beaten and wounded by him, every time they had fought, in every battlefield they've met, and Naruto had hurt him in so, so many ways.... And he had hurt Naruto in return. At every chance he'd got, in every way he had been able to think of. That was what they did. Wasn't it? That was what they had always done. Nothing between them had ever been simple, ever been easy. It had always been the hardest way, the most violent way, the most complicated way. That was always the way it was with Naruto. That was simply the nature of them. And so, in some strange, twisted way, Sasuke found it only natural that being with Naruto made him suffer as much as it brought him pleasure.
Wasn't the pain, in the end, the proof of what they once had shared?
The suffering was proof that Naruto was inside him now, that he wanted him that way, that he had somehow... chosen him, in the end of everything.
And didn't he deserve to suffer? For every wound and every betrayal and every hateful word he had thrown and inflicted on Naruto? And didn't also Naruto deserve to suffer? For betraying him, and wounding him and insulting him like he had done earlier in the containment room? Didn't they both deserve to suffer, in the hands of one another? And wouldn't it be the most exquisite idea to suffer and pleasure themselves onto one another, endlessly, trying to even a score that in truth Sasuke knew, deep down, was impossible to even?
That was what they did. That was what they had always done.
And, in truth, Sasuke would never have it any other way.
Something in Naruto yielded. The fierce protectiveness faded into something else, a quieter, deeper resolve. He chose to listen to Sasuke. To hear his words. To trust him. He pressed his lips to the crown of Sasuke's head, lingering there for a moment, breathing him in. Then he lifted Sasuke's face gently with one hand, tilting it up, and pressed a soft kiss to his flushed cheek. "Okay… okay…" Naruto murmured against Sasuke's skin.
He understood Sasuke wanted this, he needed it, and Naruto could not find it in himself to deny him. He would give Sasuke whatever he asked for. Whatever he needed. Even if it meant hurting him. Even if it meant crossing lines he had never imagined he would cross. Because Sasuke had asked, and Naruto was so far gone, so completely and irrevocably lost in him, that in that moment he would have burned the world to ash if Sasuke had only whispered the word.
He would take his darkness and carry it with him. He would take his hatred and carry it with him. He would take on his pain and carry it with him. He would not leave Sasuke alone. Sasuke's pain was his pain, and Sasuke's joy was his joy, and once the final battle arrived and the war was lost, they will die together, as he had promised him, and Naruto would die happy, knowing he had been with the one he loved, until the end of the line.
Sasuke reached between their bodies and closed his hand around his own neglected cock. He stroked himself in short, careful pulls, trying to ease the pain of the stretch. After some strokes it worked, although the pain remained, but it was a delicious kind of pain, made only sharper and sweeter by the knowledge that the thick length forcing him open belonged to Naruto.
After a few more strokes Sasuke released himself. He turned his face into the curve of Naruto's neck and whispered against his ear, voice barely audible. "L-lift me… up… and down… I-I can't…"
His hand came up and caressed the side of Naruto's face, fingers sliding into his messy blond hair, before he simply breathed him in, deep, deliberate inhalations of his maddening scent.
He was a shinobi. Sasuke reminded himself. He had endured far worse than this. He could take the pain. And it wasn't any pain; it was Naruto's pain... and he wanted it, he wanted to take it whole. Sasuke's fingers suddenly twisted roughly on Naruto's hair and yanked his head closer, brushing his lips to the shell of his ear. "I-I want you to f-fuck me- until I bleed." Sasuke whispered.
And the predator in Naruto woke all at once, dark and eager, responding to the command the way a wild beast would answer to the voice of its master. His hands seized the firm curves of Sasuke's ass in a harsh, possessive grip and began to lift him.
Sasuke's hands flew up to Naruto's shoulders, bracing himself. The position was precarious, his knees dug into the rough stone on either side of Naruto's hips, his thighs trembling from the effort of holding himself together.
Naruto's arms raised Sasuke's body upward along the length of his cock. And the drag of that tight, scorching heat against his shaft made Naruto's breath hitch in his throat, a low grunt rumbling from his chest as the wet friction sent sparks radiating from his groin to his spine.
Sasuke panted harder with the movement, Naruto's thick length sliding perfectly inside him.
Naruto lifted him higher and higher, until only the broad head of his cock remained inside him. The visual was obscene: Sasuke's hole, pink and glistening with spit and precome, clinging to the flushed crown of Naruto's cock, the rim fluttering as if trying to draw him back in. Then, without warning, Naruto sank him down again.
"Aaah- fuck-!" Sasuke's cry was immediate and wild, high pitched and shattered, his spine snapping straight, his head tilting back so sharply that his hair whipped behind him in a dark arc, exposing the long, vulnerable column of his throat.
Naruto grunted beneath him, a deep, guttural noise dragged from the pit of his stomach, his fingers digging hard into the flesh of Sasuke's ass as he made him bottom out, hips pressed flush, the coarse blond hair at his base tickling Sasuke's stretched rim.
Sasuke was burning. His whole body and his entrance were burning. It was painful. It was exquisite.
It was everything Sasuke wanted.
Naruto began to lift him again. Sasuke's nails bit deep crescents into Naruto's shoulders, breaking skin, drawing more small beads of blood that welled and smeared against the tan muscle, "N-Naruto- ah" he moaned.
Naruto couldn't stop, he couldn't get enough of it, even knowing it was hurting Sasuke, the tight clasp of Sasuke's body around him was too perfect, too necessary. Once Sasuke was up again Naruto controlled the next descent with agonizing precision, lowering Sasuke inch by inch until he was fully seated again, the thick base of his cock flush against Sasuke's stretched rim, buried to the hilt in that scorching, velvet vice. Sasuke's breath came out in a long, shuddering exhale, his forehead falling forward to rest against Naruto's collarbone.
And then, Naruto did it again. And again.
Every time Sasuke was settled, impaled completely, Naruto began quickly lifting him up. Sasuke's eyes fluttered shut, long lashes casting trembling shadows on his cheeks, his lips parted around shallow, desperate breaths that hitched with every upward drag. Then down again, a controlled, steady sinking that made Sasuke's breath catch in high, continuous whimpers.
Up and down. Up and down.
And Sasuke forgot about the war, about Konoha, about their imminent end and everything else that had been broken between them.
The rhythm Naruto set was merciless, each ascent and descent followed by the wet, filthy sound of their joining and the broken, rhythmic moans spilling from Sasuke's swollen lips. "Ah- ah- N-Naruto- "
And Sasuke's sounds became a symphony of lust. There was no tomorrow, and there was no yesterday, there was no blood, and no betrayal, there was no distance anymore, there was only now, only them, in the eternity of the moment.
"Ngghh- S-Sasuke- S-Sasuke-" Naruto kept chanting his name, calling him to him, deeper, closer, in constant low, desperate growls that seemed to tear themselves from the very center of his soul. Naruto moaned Sasuke's name like a prayer, like a plea to him to never leave him again. Their gazes locked, Sasuke's dark eyes were completely wild and feral, ignited with a ferocity that Naruto had only seen in him when he was about to kill someone. His expression was contorted in a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain, his gaze dangerous and fierce, lethal and stunning, letting himself be fucked good, deep and filthy as he deserved. His lips were parted and wet, swollen and pink, his brows drawn together in concentration, and Naruto could see he was hurting as much as he was enjoying, and the fact that Sasuke was delighted in that pain he was inflicting on him made Naruto adore him even more.
"Do you like- ah- how I'm fucking you, S-Sasuke?" The question came out in a rush, Naruto's voice hoarse and somber.
Sasuke squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, a shattered moan tearing from his throat. "AH- AH-"
Naruto asked again, his grip tightening on Sasuke's ass as he lifted him higher, sank him deeper. "Do you like it- S-Sasuke?" He wanted to hear it, he wanted Sasuke to say it, to admit it, to submit to him, his body and his very soul.
"AH- AH- Y-yes- Y-yes... I like it- fuck-" Sasuke answered, panting and sobbing.
Naruto groaned, a low, guttural sound that vibrated through his chest as he kept making him jump in his lap like he weighed nothing.
His voice dropped to a growl, dark and commanding; "Do you want me to break you, S-Sasuke? huh? Do you- ah- want me to fucking break you?"
Sasuke's answer was a long, shattered whimper, his body trembling as he cried out; "AAAH- ah yeah, yes- ah- ah b-break me-" He pleaded. Naruto had already broken his heart, he might as well break his body too and finish what he had started.
Naruto's heart was pounding like a war drum inside his ribs, lifting Sasuke up and down, up and down, the rhythm merciless, punishing.
Sasuke couldn't stop. He couldn't stop it. He couldn't stop himself. There was no stopping now. He couldn't close his legs, he couldn't hide his cock, he couldn't control the rhythm of Naruto's length entering him again and again, he couldn't escape, he couldn't flee, couldn't refuse, he couldn't reject it, he could only take it and take it, even if a thrust was too deep, or too harsh, or if it hurt too much, he could only take it and take it, he was entirely in Naruto's hands, and he was losing his mind.
Sasuke began to feel something coiling heavy and hot in his lower belly, a pressure that made his toes curl and his fingers flex against Naruto's shoulders. His thighs kept trembling from the strain of kneeling and being lifted, and he wasn't sure how long he was going to last like that. After what felt like an eternity of Naruto entirely controlling his body, Sasuke began, pouring every ounce of his strength, to push with his own hips, rising to meet Naruto's upward pulls, then sinking back down with a roll of his hips that made them both gasp, their breath mingling in hot, humid puffs. His hands left Naruto's shoulders and found their own leverage, gripping Naruto's forearms, then his biceps, using the solid muscle to propel himself up and down with growing force.
Their rhythm quickened and became frantic, a desperate, rutting pace that made the stone floor beneath them seem to shake. Sasuke kept bouncing, his lean thighs burning with effort, his ass slapping against Naruto's hips on every descent, the sound obscene and loud in the armory, echoing off the ancient stone walls. Naruto's head fell back against the wall, his blond hair a wild, damp tangle plastered to his forehead, and curses tore from his throat in time with the brutal pace. "F-fuck- S-Sasuke- ah- Fuck"
By that point Sasuke was jumping on him with wild abandon, moaning, whimpering and panting like an animal mating out in the wilderness "N-Naruto, ah- ah- AAh- " Each cry was higher than the last, continuous and breathless, his body moving on instinct, chasing the friction, the fullness, the devastating stretch that was slowly transforming the pain into something that made his vision blur at the edges and his mouth flood with the unmistakable taste of impending ecstasy.
Sasuke was moving entirely by his own force now. His hands gripping Naruto's shoulders for balance, his hips rolling in tight, desperate circles every time he sank back down, grinding his ass against Naruto's lap with a filthy, wet sound.
Naruto watched him, transfixed by the obscene beauty of Sasuke riding him, the lean muscles of his abdomen flexing and contracting, his cock bouncing heavily against his own stomach with every downward thrust, leaving glistening trails of precome on his pale skin. Then one of Naruto's hands slid from Sasuke's ass to close around Sasuke's neglected cock. It was burning, twitching in his palm, slick with precome that made the slide of his fingers filthy and wet, the head swollen and dark, veins pulsing visibly beneath the taut skin.
"AHRG- OH- fff-uck-" Sasuke's voice broke into a high and wounded lament, his hips stuttering as Naruto's fist began to work him in time with the brutal thrusts of his cock inside him. The dual sensation was too much, the length inside him and the rough hand around him driving him toward the edge.
Naruto released him abruptly, his hand flying to tangle in Sasuke's black hair, gripping tight at the crown and yanking his head back sharply. Sasuke's throat was instantly fully exposed, the pale column arching beautifully, his mouth falling open in a silent gasp before a whimper escaped, high and ragged.
Sasuke felt split open. His eyes were open, seeing the ceiling now, his mouth open, moaning uncontrollably, his ass open and being fucked, his legs open and impossible to close with their position, everything in him was open, he was totally exposed, and he couldn't close or hide anything.
Naruto was seeing everything, touching everything, reaching everything.
Everything was at Naruto's disposal.
"S-Sasuke you feel fucking amazing- fuck-" Naruto growled, his voice rough and menacing, watching the way Sasuke's face contorted, the way his brows furrowed, and his lips shaped silent pleas.
"Y-You are so- so big- ah- ah-" Sasuke sobbed, his voice wrecked, his body still moving, still chasing, still impaling himself on that thick length with a desperation that bordered on madness, his knees scraping against the rough stone.
Naruto's eyes were fixed on him, blazing and hungry, drinking in every detail.
The storm outside raged against the windows, rain lashing the glass in thick, relentless sheets, a sudden flash of lightning illuminating the room for a split second before thunder rumbled vast and resonant, an omen of the upcoming destruction.
"F-fuck S-Sasuke, you have no idea- what you do to me..." Naruto groaned, his voice rough and strained, his hand gripping Sasuke's ass as he helped him rise and fall. "You- ah- you are the death of me you know?- Sasuke- S-Sasuke."
Sasuke moaned even higher as he bounced on Naruto's cock. Naruto's hand tightened in Sasuke's hair, pulling harder, yanking his head back even further, and Sasuke's moan shifted into something sharper, more desperate, his body arching into the pull, his hips grinding down harder as if to chase the sensation. The pain in his scalp was delicious, sharp and grounding, and Sasuke found himself craving it, needing it, leaning into the harsh grip as if it were the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth.
"You- aah- Sasuke- you ruin me- ngg- fuck- you fucking ruin me-" Naruto's voice cracked on the words, his grip on Sasuke's hair twisting, his other hand slapping down on Sasuke's hip and holding him still for a moment, forcing him to feel the thickness of his cock buried inside him. Sasuke ruined him like nothing else did, he awakened an abyss inside him, an unfathomable fury, a rage, a fixation so fierce Naruto didn't even fully comprehend it.
"AH- Y-you! -You ruin me!" Sasuke moaned, returning the accusation, the words spilling out of him without thought, without permission, the truth of them cutting through the haze of pleasure like a blade.
Naruto released Sasuke's hip and began lifting him again. He could feel himself losing control, he could feel the edges of his composure fraying as Sasuke's heat surrounded him, as Sasuke's body yielded to him, as Sasuke's voice broke apart.
"S-Sasuke- nngg- you drive me insane- Y-you don't fucking know- your fucking hole- nggg fucking amazing- you are so tight- ah" The words came out in a stream, each one punctuated by a desperate low grunt, his chest heaving as he watched Sasuke's body rise and fall on his cock. It was everything Naruto had dreamt of. It was everything he had wished for. It was everything and more. Being with Sasuke, like this, after having chased him for so long... after having longed for him for so long... They should never have parted ways, they should have never broke apart, they were meant to be together. They were. They always had been. All that had happened between them, all the distance Sasuke had created between them, none of it should have ever happened.
Sasuke answered him with a series of broken, desperate sounds; "AH- AH" his head thrown back, his hair being harshly pulled, his throat forced exposed, his body moving with a frantic, violent urgency. He was so close now, the coil in his belly tightening with every downward thrust, every drag of Naruto's length against his inner walls, driving him to the edge.
Naruto pulled Sasuke's head forward, forcing him to meet his gaze, his blue eyes clouded like an ocean under a storm, "I-I've missed you- ah- ah- so fucking much- S-Sasuke"
Sasuke kept moaning, he couldn't barely think or breathe, "Nggg- ah- ah- ah-"
Naruto twisted again his grip on Sasuke's hair, tightening, his voice dropping to a low, angered growl; "I-I can't with you- nggg Sasuke- I can't with you-"
Sasuke's answer was a high, shattered cry; "AH- AH I know! AH I know!" his body trembling, his hands gripping Naruto's shoulders as if he were drowning.
He knew. Of course he knew. He always had known. And he felt the same way with Naruto. He always had. He couldn't with him either... Naruto always made him lose it. He always did...
Naruto's eyes widened, feral, "nng Y-you know?" he groaned.
Sasuke's answer was a flood of broken words and desperate moans, his voice rising with each downward thrust of his body; "AH- AH- AH I know- ah N-Naruto- P-Please- AH P-Please" Sasuke didn't even know anymore what he was pleading for. To forgive him? To understand? To forget it? To punish him? To not hurt him? To hurt him? To make him cum? He didn't know.
His eyes began to glisten with unshed tears as he begged, "P-Please- AH- AH P-Please-"
Sasuke only knew he needed more, needed everything, needed Naruto to take him apart completely and never put him back together again.
Outside, the storm raged on, rain hammering the windows relentlessly as if the very sky were weeping. The wetness outside seemed to mirror the wetness inside, the slick, obscene sounds of Sasuke's body taking Naruto's cock echoing in the humid air, the storm, the heat and the rhythm all blending into one overwhelming, consuming whole.
Naruto released Sasuke's hair, conceding to his pleas, and gripped his waist, helping him jump, lifting him slightly to ease his strain.
Sasuke kept moaning, his head falling forward, his hair black as the night whipping with the movement. He felt like swimming in poison, intoxicated, his legs burning, the muscles in his thighs screaming with lactic acid, his knees bruised and raw from the stone, the flesh scraped and stinging. Sasuke needed to change the angle. He shifted his weight, sliding back slightly, and brought his palms down to the cold floor behind him for support. Naruto let him, the new position arching his back like a drawn bow, changing the depth and angle of Naruto's cock inside him, and the moment Sasuke began to move, not up and down, but in slow, deliberate circular grinds, he found it. His own sweet spot, that hidden, tender place inside him that made him see stars.
Sasuke began to roll his hips to aim at that spot and the moment he succeeded he felt like fainting.
"AAHG- Fuck-" Sasuke moaned wildly. His eyes fluttered shut, his palms flat against the floor, fingers splayed and pressing hard into the rough stone for purchase, his body suspended above Naruto like a bridge of trembling muscle and bone.
Then he rolled his hips again, and again, the new angle making Naruto's cock feel even larger, the head rubbing with devastating precision against that spot with every circular roll.
He opened his eyes and looked straight into Naruto's.
And Naruto couldn't love Sasuke's expression more in that moment, Sasuke's black gaze, usually so guarded and cold, was raw and open, fixed on him as he grinded down with obscene precision, his lower lip caught between his teeth. Naruto moaned at the new movements, the circular friction sending shocks of pleasure radiating from his cock to his spine, making his abdominal muscles jump and clench. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, overwhelmed, his hand leaving Sasuke's ass to caress harshly Sasuke's waist, fingers digging into the sharp jut of his hip bone, leaving red marks that would bloom later into bruises.
"L-look- ah- at me- N-Naruto, look at m-me- ah-" Sasuke commanded between moans, his voice high and breathy but still imperious even in his complete undoing.
Naruto obeyed. His eyes snapped open, and he looked at him. Their gazes locked again, blue and black colliding, ocean and midnight meeting at the horizon, and they forced their gazes to remain fixed onto each other, in silent accord, while Sasuke continued moving his hips shamelessly, racing to bring them both to the finish line.
The forge light caught the sheen of sweat on Sasuke's chest, turning each bead into a flickering jewel, while the cold grey light from the windows made his black eyes gleam like wet stone.
Sasuke's movements began to turn erratic. The smooth circles stuttered, became jerky, his hips rolling in aborted, desperate thrusts as the pleasure crested too high, too fast, the pressure in his lower belly becoming unbearable, a tight, burning knot that demanded release. He was close. He could feel his orgasm approaching like a tidal wave, heavy and unstoppable, building at the base of his spine.