Archive of Our Own ^beta

Chapter Text

Naruto has never been jealous of one of his clones in his life. Why would he be when they are just extensions of himself? 

Despite his promises to Kaka-sensei, Naruto has over a dozen clones running around the shinobi world at any given time. He can’t help it. They don’t engage in any acts, just merely surveillance—espionage if you will. 

The end of the war is still fresh, peace still too fragile for Naruto to allow himself to relax. He knows that it’s Sasuke’s mission. His atonement is dependent on being the Hokage’s shadow; but Naruto needs to see it for himself. Even with his prowess, Sasuke can’t be everywhere at once. Not like Naruto can. 

Naruto remembers it vividly. He’s gotten used to his clones popping back to him bearing memories and information, it hardly fazes him these days. The blonde narrowly dodges a punch from Rock Lee when one of his clones snap out of existence bombarding him with its knowledge, with its experiences. 

To this day, Naruto doesn’t blame Lee for the kick he delivers to his sternum. Truthfully, he thinks the vision he gets aches more than the blow from the Taijutsu expert. 

Naruto’s lungs collapse when his back slams into a large oak, it doesn’t matter much because the useless organs weren’t working even before the impact. 

Naruto chokes on his own tongue, squeezes his eyes closed so tightly his head pounds as hard as the blood racing through his veins. 

He pulls desperately at the memory, ignoring Lee and Sai who are calling his name from across training ground seven. 

“Usuratonkachi.” 

Sasuke’s voice is soft as velvet, inciting something deep and dark inside of Naruto’s own psyche that practically purrs in delight. 

His old teammate circles around the clone. The smirk he wears sends a shudder through his bones, it penetrates his flesh and sinew, past anything tangible to grip tight around his soul in a way that nothing else ever has, or ever will. 

Naruto manages to snatch a breath into his lungs when the last Uchiha pauses in front of his double, the tomoe of his Sharingan twirls in its hypnotic way that makes him grateful to have his ass planted on the ground already. 

“ So far from home, Dobe .”  

Naruto lets the words wash over him as incessant as an ocean’s tide, it ripples like falling Shoji tiles trickling down his nerve endings to trigger a certain level of hypersensitivity that grants Naruto the absolute privilege to feel the salty air of Water country kissing his brow. He can smell Sasuke’s scent, heavy like fresh rainfall but rich like burning cinnamon and anise. Blazing like his clan's katone. 

Naruto blinks and Sasuke is standing right in front of him. His gaze is calculating, scrutinizing, like maybe, just maybe, if he looks hard enough he can see through the clone and into Naruto himself. 

Hell, maybe he can, the purple of his Rinnegan teases the blonde with its possibilities. If Naruto wasn’t able to see it for himself he would have thought it was some kind of genjutsu. 

Sasuke leans even closer, he looks almost timid when his lone hand reaches up to thread into the blonde hair at his clone's nape. Naruto can feel the drag of those fingers in real time, he can feel the electric zap of Sasuke’s lightning chakra tearing through the cartilage in his spine. 

Sasuke’s own eyes widen like maybe he can feel it too. Mismatched orbs soften so incomprehensibly the raven sighs, a ghost of a smile on his lips. The tension eases out of Sasuke as easily as Naruto can manipulate air. 

Their foreheads brush, sweaty and dirty from endless amounts of travel. The clone hums, as if pleased or something. Like that’s the version of Naruto that scoured the known ninja world for his friend. Jealousy isn’t something the blonde thought he could be subjected to at this point in his life, at his current strength. Naruto ignores his embarrassment when he hears the small chuckle it earns him from the man who is now barely taller than him. 

His smile disappears like it was never there at all, his Rinnegan whirling, Naruto holds steady and waits for Sasuke to abandon him once more. 

Just as Sasuke’s figure blurs, the raven inches forward to brush their mouths together. Naruto gasps and his clone disappears. His own lips tingle with it, the near virginal press of their mouth’s enough to have affection and arousal pooling into the pit of his stomach. 

Naruto’s chest heaves. 

When he comes to, Lee has a pack of ice pressed to his chest. He doesn’t think it will be enough to cure the utter desolation that resides there, but he says thank you anyways. 

——-

Weeks pass. 

Naruto is almost able to forget. 

He’s atop his roof staring at the sky, wondering if Sasuke can see the same stars he can. He hopes so, it’s beautiful tonight. 

The blonde closes his eyes and allows himself a deep exhale. Training to be the Hokage is fucking hard. When sleep curls around him he almost misses the soft footsteps tapping on the tiled roof beside him. 

Naruto’s eyes flutter open slowly. 

He laughs, because surely he is now delusional. Toppled over the proverbial cliff of sanity into a pool of uncertainty. Sasuke stands, his hand wrapped around the handle of his katana, face impassive and aloof like he’d rather be anywhere else. 

The moon glows in a crescent behind him as though the giant rock is forbidden from shining without Sasuke’s permission. Naruto finds that relatable in the worst way. 

The blonde slips into Sage mode in hopes of banishing this apparition to whatever hole it slithered out of. When Sasuke doesn’t disappear or waver Naruto is scrambling to stand. While his knees shake, he realizes that Sasuke is here— sort of. His clone meets Naruto’s gaze head on like he’s challenging him to some game he knows Naruto doesn’t know how to play. 

He strides across his roof, always open to learning new things. Naruto wants to know the rules and he wants Sasuke to teach him. Sasuke’s clone looks down on Naruto like he’s unimpressed, his blue eyes roll because obviously that’s not true. 

“Sasuke….” 

Naruto tries, his blood pressure spikes, eyes chasing the visible shudder of Sasuke’s phantasmal body. Naruto doesn’t know what he’s doing, not at all. He closes the distance between them so quickly it’s a wonder if it were ever even there. 

Sasuke’s right eye is onyx, he doesn’t think his Sharingan works with this jutsu, Naruto doesn’t mind. 

Feeling bold, like night’s embrace can somehow wash away this encounter come morning, he grabs bodily onto Sasuke’s waist, pulling the clone against him and letting out a curse. 

“ Fuck… .” 

Naruto doesn’t give himself the chance to say the wrong thing when he forces his lips onto Sasuke’s. 

His clone snaps away and Naruto stumbles without Sasuke’s body there to balance him.

Chapter Text

He is light incarnate, insufferably bright and even more persistent than the sun rising come dawn. And unfortunately for Sasuke, Naruto can never be escaped, no matter how far he roams—how far he runs . 

Even in the deepest rat holes of Orochimaru’s many lairs Sasuke finds himself craving it. That gods damned light around every corner. The man is never there but the raven can still feel him. He lingers like the ache of a burn, under his skin—embedded in his bones — staining his body with that lustrous aura from the inside out. Like an addict, he stretches his fingers up until the sun wraps around them hot enough to incinerate. Hot enough to ache and let desire cripple him indefinitely. It takes only a mere fraction of a second for his body to remember why he’s running in the first place. 

Naruto is synonymously his greatest joy and his most detested weakness. This is why he must die. Sasuke’s soul cannot be free until he watches the light—his light — leave those ultramarine eyes. 

———

Not only is Naruto next to unkillable, he’s also the most fanatically persuasive piece of shit Sasuke has ever met. He makes you want more from life. The atonement Kakashi allows him is beyond benevolent. Sasuke wonders if it’s easier to send him away than to crucify him before the entire village. A public crucifixion, a spectacle set to prove The Leaf’s misfortune rests solely on his specific flavor of child suffering. Sasuke’s not afraid to enter martyrdom, not when Itachi waits there for him. 

Recent discoveries have Sasuke traversing Water country blindly. Anything can be a clue and everything else meant to contradict where he’s already been. Still, he listens to what the trees and thousands of microscopic organisms have to say. They whisper to him once the daytime glow vanishes as if waiting for the sun's next embrace to venerate. Sasuke has never minded being a placeholder. They chatter away, an endless conversation that Sasuke picks and pulls at trying to decipher what threatens their world. 

It’s hard because trees don’t understand time. Humans have spent but a single minute of the universe’s existence of all botanical life. Their stories could have been from three million years or three hours ago. The only solace afforded to Sasuke here is the overarching canopy of water sucking plants that keep the sun from reaching him in the understory. Safe from temptation, Sasuke closes his eyes and traverses through time and space, traces each root that leads to a new growth and drops seeds only to rouse life in an ever prosperous loop. 

If only man could see the sophistication of such a network, if only Sasuke possessed the rhetoric to fold the words in a decipherable language he’d tell their truths to everyone. Instead, their vagrant solicitations will be Sasuke’s alone to bear. 

Before he realizes it, Sasuke works through the night and into the first firelight. The jungle opens into a clearing that immediately feels like a trap. He consults the nymphs but now that the sun has shown its shine they drop Sasuke in favor of something far more alluring. He gets it, his attention has fallen elsewhere too.

Back to relying on his visual prowess instead of the world's most ancient beasts for guidance, he hovers along the mouth of the glade. Patience, like the plants, is an acquaintance these days. She eases him onto the juncture of a massive mangrove who’s roots predate the current chemical composition of the air they all breathe. A symbiotic relationship would be putting it mildly. Sasuke feels more like a leech. He drags his fingers up the tangled web of ragged roots that wrap up the trunk’s base and strangle each branch tight enough it’s a miracle the thing can still grow nevertheless thrive in its own knotted noose. 

Sasuke finds himself jealous, when will his own noose help instead of hurt? He asks the tree but with its mate high in the sky he doesn’t stand a chance at receiving a response. Absorbed, it takes Sasuke a moment to realize what walks from the eastern corner of the clearing. His lashes flutter several times to clear the lights trickery but when the view doesn’t falter he blinks open his Sharingan instead. 

Verification feels more like vilification. A lot of things have deceived Sasuke in the past but never Itachi. The truth of his clan and brother sat naked for the world to see and Sasuke overlooked it. His eyes breathe only the truth and Sasuke trusts the prowess with his life. He trusts his brother's eyes to show him a new path. The one Itachi always tried to carve out for him when anger tainted his resolve. 

Naruto stands in the clearing like a biblical figure who has been sent to save a dying species. Light loves him. Soaking his skin summery bronze despite the autumn months that have long since crept along. 

Just as the trees, Sasuke has lost track of time. He’s no clue how long it’s been since he’s caught eye or ear of the stupid blonde. Maybe a couple years judging by growth alone. He’s tall, the expansive dell does nothing to diminish his dowry. It might even add to his character. His first reaction is to flee and it’s for that reason that Sasuke slinks closer.

Running from Naruto at this stage in his life would be shameful, blasphemous. Sasuke could do with less of that. Sage mode doesn’t cut across the man’s features and an embarrassing thought crashes over him as he seeks refuge behind a River Birch wider than he is tall. Why would Naruto be here if not to find Sasuke? 

Possible timelines unravel before him, twisting Sasuke’s thoughts into a tangled briar of confusion that frustrates him enough to step into the valley and face a man that was sewn into him by the very gods who created ninjutsu.

While his chakra remains masked, Naruto should have no issues picking it up, yet the man does not startle or even look in his direction. 

Another ten yards and Sasuke knows why. The imposter isn’t Naruto, not really. His clone bends at the waist, two fingers dip into a puddle before rubbing the liquid around with his thumb like the viscosity of fresh water is the key to unlocking some auspicious mystery. 

“Usuratonkachi.”

Sasuke articulates, it’s the first word he’s spoken out loud in what could be months. Thankfully, his voice does not fail him. The clone spins and Sasuke feels like a predator being lured out of its hunting grounds by feeble prey only to become the victim himself. 

His ninja shoes circle the clone, assessing while his Sharingan records the entire thing. 

“So far from home, Dobe .” 

It’s more of an observation than a question because Sasuke knows the answer. Naruto might have clones all over the ninja world, especially if Sasuke knows him like he thinks he does. The clone regards him curiously, whatever sentience Naruto granted it works hard to understand what’s before him. Who’s before him. 

Frustration nips at Sasuke, he peers into blue eyes instead of downward like he once used to and tries to find the real Naruto underneath the advanced jutsu. Recognition bleeds out of Naruto’s clone and Sasuke’s breath stutters, one over another. Sasuke doesn’t know how long it’s been since he’s looked at Naruto without throwing a punch. Maybe never. Emboldened by the clones' inability to choose, Sasuke dissolves and indulges in something he’s never let himself have before. 

He touches Naruto. Zero alternative intentions, Sasuke selfishly settles his lone hand, five fingers full of feathered flaxen hair. The clone smells like rain, but so does everything in this neck of the woods. Sasuke draws in a breath, deep enough to dizzy him. Underneath all the wet there are still fragments of the boy he grew up hating. 

He smells like soy sauce, salty from all the training and travel. It’s more than that though, he smells like heat. Mind melting—Suna during the summer season at the height of the day. Sasuke starts sweating. 

It feels like home and Sasuke finds himself wading through time. Back to a forgotten past where their lips had brushed not once but twice because fate had forged this path for them. How very tempting. Sasuke might even smile and the result of that leaves the clone humming like it actually understands how the tension between them will never cease.  

Sasuke laughs because his existence will never be worthy of the real thing. With his Rinnegan swirling to life, impulse leaks out of him. Rancid and greedy, stinking of desperation, Sasuke tips their lips together. A ghost of a feeling they both remember. Sasuke doesn't know who falls away first, the clone or his teleportation all the way to Wind. 

At least there he can feel the man’s chakra nature on his skin, uninhibited.  

Chapter Text

Sasuke must be nearby in order to maintain the clone. He knows the Uchiha won’t come into the village. So Naruto makes a choice. The next night he travels to the cusp of Fire county and doesn’t bother to mask his chakra, he wants Sasuke to know he’s there. 

Sasuke hasn't defected from the Leaf, but he stands atop Uchiha Madara’s head at The Valley of the End like he can’t bear to cross into the Land of Fire. 

Fine by Naruto. 

He’s already in Sage mode and knowing it’s the real Sasuke standing right there has Naruto breaking out into a huge grin. The look in Sasuke’s eyes as he nears has Naruto stopping short. 

He hasn’t seen the raven in months—the better half of a year. Not since the Sixth Hokage exonerated him, but Naruto would like to think he’s still an expert in reading every facial expression he has. 

But, shit, maybe it has been a while. Sasuke’s fingers spark with lightning, eyes devouring Naruto’s form like he can swallow him out of existence if he really wanted to. Then he’s looking at Naruto like he doesn’t trust himself. 

Good thing Naruto trusts Sasuke enough for the both of them. He dives off the deep end and closes the distance even further. Sasuke dances on his toes as if he might flee and never come back. Whatever he sees in Naruto has him clinging to his remaining sense of propriety. 

Naruto smirks. Fine, he thinks, break him down . 

The blonde ogles Sasuke openly. Eyes dragging as sensual as any touch over the Uchiha’s body. He wants the cloak gone. He wants to see every muscle—every scar—that adorns his pale, porcelain flesh. 

It must translate well because Sasuke shudders, like he has to physically restrain himself. He doesn’t. Not around Naruto. 

The blonde pushes and wraps him in a hug. Sasuke exhales, tension high in his shoulders, fingers rattling against his katana. It’s a bluff and Naruto knows it. Throwing caution to the wind, Naruto seals his lips over Sasuke’s throat and sucks. 

Sasuke trembles out a curse that goes right to Naruto’s dick. Gods, Naruto wants to crawl inside of this man’s body, under his skin, so Sasuke can’t ever leave him again. 

“Don’t do this.” 

Sasuke finally says, the words sound like they’re painful to speak aloud, grating against the groves of his throat. Why would Sasuke come if not for this? The blonde only licks up higher to tug Sasuke’s ear lobe into his mouth. 

“You taste good….”

Sasuke tastes like sweat and silent suffering and before Naruto can suck another bruise into his neck, the raven flickers them away. 

His Rinnegan deposits them in what looks to be an old safe house from the third ninja war. Naruto doesn’t care, he shifts to press his body against Sasuke’s again but the raven beats him to it. Naruto concedes into the position, he’s on his back, thighs spread wide enough for Sasuke’s hips to fit between them. 

Naruto groans, this is better, but nowhere near enough. 

There’s a war raging behind those miss-matched eyes. The torment is clear and inescapable. Naruto levels his own gaze, “stop thinking.” He all but demands. 

Sasuke tosses his katana away, it clatters uselessly next to his cloak. His hand shakes when he finally reaches for Naruto. It’s the same as when his clone encountered him in the land of Water. 

Sasuke might even be a little meaner, fingers tightening into a fist around blonde hair. Naruto refuses to so much as flinch.

“I’ll break you. ”

The declaration rings around the small space while his bandaged arm, engineered with Lord First’s cells, pulls at the front of Sasuke’s shirt so he can mouth against his lips, 

“I’d like to see you try. Besides…maybe I’ll break you .”

——

It’s laughable. Naruto is as dumb now as he was when they were children. He couldn’t break a promise let alone Sasuke. Denying the blonde crosses his mind, but denying him would be denying himself and Sasuke would sooner defect from the Leaf than serve the agendas of others before himself ever again. 

With him this close, this willing, Sasuke doesn’t try to keep his perverse desires at bay, there’s no reason to. 

“How many clones do you have active right now?” It’s clearly not what Naruto expects to hear from him because the idiot just stares at Sasuke for a too long moment before giving an answer. 

“Fifteen.” 

Dissatisfied, Sasuke pulls away completely but there Naruto is following him as usual. “Recall them all.” The scowl on Naruto’s face makes Sasuke excited. Nothing is more fascinating than Naruto when he’s angry. 

“What?! I can’t just—”

Sasuke settles on a stool and tilts his chin in a challenge. “—I won’t have you thinking about anything else but me. Every part of you will be here because you are mine. I share you with that entire, gods forsaken fucking village. I refuse to share you with yourself.” 

Waiting for a decision doesn’t take long at all. Naruto exhales, the fight flies out of him—which admittedly is a shame. Sasuke wouldn’t have minded beating submission into him, but this still has its perks. The next Hokage settles onto the mattress in a meditative position. It’s cute, he’s cute. While his understanding of shadow clones is significant, Sasuke is sure there’s something about this process that must be painful. The memories of even one clone from a few hours is enough to give Sasuke a head rush. There’s no telling how long Naruto’s have been active and to recall them all concurrently might actually break his brain. 

Through his pinched brow and fluttering eyes Naruto croaks a demand, “activate your Sharingan.” For once, Sasuke does as he is told while Naruto seemingly sifts through intel. 

“Iwagakure. Potential threat from foreign enemies. Numbers unknown. Proficient in Taijutsu and Ninjutsu. Boil release Kekkei Genkai. Female aged twenty-three. Brown hair. Brown eyes. Five foot eight. High level understanding of Genjutsu, proceed with caution. Engage only if necessary.” 

The blonde goes eerily silent after that, but Sasuke supposes the man might be going brain dead for all the information he’s just crammed into his skull. It takes a while and by the time he’s done Naruto is sweating and his chest heaving with exertion. Fuck is he pretty like this. All exhausted from working so hard simply because Sasuke asked him to. Naruto doesn’t have to worry though because he won’t have to think for the rest of the night. 

While Naruto tries valiantly to regain some sense of balance Sasuke removes his shirt and waits. They make eye contact and Sasuke actually feels bad for how unsteady Naruto is but that doesn’t stop the blonde from reaching for his jacket. 

“ Don’t .” 

Sasuke leaves his stool and makes his way over to Naruto. 

“I’ll do that.” 

The smirk curling Naruto’s mouth surprises Sasuke, he watches plaintively as the loud blonde leans back casually on his elbows as if to say, whenever you’re ready . Sasuke grits his teeth. 

“I won’t stop. I won’t be able to.” 

Naruto readjusts on the mattress and Sasuke wishes he went out of his way to find a nicer one for them, not that he’d ever say as much. It’s a thin thing, but clean and still better than being on the floor so it’ll have to do. 

“I didn’t ask you to stop.” 

Gods, Naruto is so fucking stupid. Sasuke’s on him immediately. He moves methodically and allows his Sharingan to activate once more. Delicate fingers reach out to curl around the zipper of Naruto’s black jacket. Slowly he pulls it down and pushes the fabric off his shoulders. The orange t-shirt is next and it’s obviously been a long while since Sasuke’s seen Naruto in any state of undress. He can’t keep his eyes from widening at the debauched display. Recalling his clones has already left Naruto ravaged and flushed, Sasuke can only imagine what he’ll look like once he’s fucked him stupid. 

Gently, sweetly even, Sasuke reaches out so he can drag his blunt nails down Naruto’s shockingly wide and muscled chest. The sparse blonde hairs there are endearing and sexy as hell. His nails leave scratch marks as they travel down to his navel and Sasuke makes sure that his Sharingan captures the injury before Kurama heals it. That simply won’t do. 

“Gonna take my time with you, Naruto.”

A whine claws its way out of the blonde and it's the least dignified sound Sasuke thinks he’s ever heard him make. His cock has never been harder. 

“Love how you say my name.” 

The blue of his pretty eyes have long since clouded. Sasuke might as well be a god himself for the way Naruto is looking at him right now. He hums, a purring sound the rumbles around in his chest, “is that so, Kitsune? Do me a favor and tell that monster inside of you to stop healing my marks.” 

Blue gives way immediately to red and Kurama is here, all aggression and attitude, “ don’t make me kill you, Uchiha brat.” 

Sasuke laughs, because it’s funny and not at all a threat like he thinks it probably should be. He’s got Naruto’s pants unbuttoned when the blonde comes back to himself and helps Sasuke get rid of them. It’s not surprising Naruto goes out of his way to pull his boxers off too. 

His cock bobs, hard and eager against his abdomen, the tip shiny and red and waiting. Sasuke stares, because there is a lot he wants to catch with his Sharingan and he feels like his time with Naruto is already dwindling into nothing. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything prettier than Naruto in his life. Fucking figures.

Sasuke finally moves; drags a palm along the outside of Naruto’s thigh, up his hip and over a nipple. He bows into the touch and sighs. 

“ Fuck .” Curses Sasuke, languid yet a bit desperate while Naruto thumbs at Sasuke’s pants. He complies with little to no finesse. Stretching, Sasuke fishes a bottle of oil based lotion from the shabby nightstand and wastes no time in tossing one of Naruto’s strong legs over his shoulder. 

Naruto bends into the stretch but he doesn’t complain. Not even when Sasuke gets his fingers wet and lets them start to wander. Not even when Sasuke pushes a finger past his entrance. It’s clear to Sasuke that Naruto has never done this before. He bears the touch but twitches at being breached. 

“Relax,” he placates, “I’ll make it feel good.” 

And he will, even if it’s the last thing he does. Leaning forward tests his balance, Sasuke manages it so he can lick a long wet strip over Naruto’s flagging erection. He doesn’t have a lot of practice doing this, and it was certainly easier with both arms, but seeing as Sasuke would quite literally bend over backwards for Naruto, this hardly seems like an obstacle. 

It’s obvious in the way Naruto’s breathing switches to deep and heaving that he’s trying his best to relax. Sasuke understands, he’s been on the receiving end and it’s painstakingly difficult the first time. Especially for men like them. Men who need control of their autonomy and are always willing to fight for it. Suigetsu had to force Sasuke into that soft gooey state, and even still the other man bears the marks Sasuke left on him. Scars where his nails pierced too deep to be healed with time alone. Sasuke wonders if Naruto will mark him forever the same way, he wishes, fuck does he wish. 

Doing his best to take it slow is a challenge and Sasuke knows that squeezing the third finger inside hurts because Naruto tightens around the intrusion and hisses. When Sasuke looks up, Naruto’s eyes are red, his control over his chakra wavering. Fuck, he’s gorgeous. He removes Naruto’s wet, hard cock from his mouth and stares openly. 

“Gods, Kitsune…. ”

That’s when Naruto grabs hold, sharp claws digging into Sasuke’s shoulder. He groans, pleasure working its way through Sasuke like his Chidori . Sasuke can’t, he has to kiss him. He has to taste those fangs for himself. Adjusting is hard and Sasuke hardly has himself situated before Naruto yanks him into a kiss. The taste of them is addictive. Sasuke licks into his mouth and works his fingers in at an angle he knows will brush his prostate he’s been strategically avoiding. Naruto jolts underneath him, ass clenching down, a growling groan leaves his throat and pours straight onto Sasuke’s tongue. 

Sasuke moans with it, as if his pleasure somehow exceeds Naruto’s. Their kiss breaks, spit strings between them and Sasuke can’t help but smirk and press meanly into his prostate again. That blonde head gets tossed back and the sigh of pleasure from Naruto will be permanently seared into his retinas for the rest of his existence. 

Forgetting himself, Sasuke rubs relentlessly over that spot until Naruto’s crimson eyes find him in the haze. 

“If…” Naruto pants, all pretty being pulled apart by pleasure, “if you want~ ahh ha~ me to cum on your cock and not your fingers you need to~ nghh~ stop.” 

Sasuke stops immediately, his wet fingers shake as he slicks his cock. Naruto laid out and wanting below him— for him— is the most erotic thing he’s ever seen. Adrenaline rips through him dangerously, he knows he should take it slow, he remembers how soft and gentle Suigetsu was and how much it still hurt in the end anyways. He doesn’t want to hurt Naruto, but fuck he wants to be the cause of his pain. The head of his cock settles between Naruto’s thighs and brushes against his prepped entrance. He doesn’t wait for permission. 

Seeing Naruto break, being the cause of his ruin, Sasuke needs that. He needs Naruto to understand. Fuck, he’s tight and hot and wet and sucking Sasuke in like he was born to do it. He buries himself to the hilt in one smooth thrust. 

“ Kitsune….”  

This is a remaking, no other way to describe it. Synapses fire, the ones that link him to Naruto and it threatens to flay Sasuke wide open. A level of vulnerability settles into his skin despite Naruto being the one penetrated. He will never be capable of showing this side to anyone else but Naruto. 

The blonde is clutching onto him, face buried into Sasuke’s shoulder, nails digging deeper, strong thighs holding him close. Sasuke’s bleeding. He can feel the hot trails of it scorching down his back. It’s divine. It feels so fucking good Sasuke can hardly believe it. Sasuke has to look at him. Using Naruto’s own weight as a counter-balance, Sasuke is able to thread his hand into that perfect blonde hair and wrench him from his hiding place. 

Oh…. What a pretty thing he is. His eyes are Sage Mode gold now and they drip drop wet with silver tears. It’s not from pain, it’s from anger—restraint at having to keep from ripping Sasuke to shreds simply because he….

“I can take it.” Naruto grits, all defiance, all attitude, “I will always be strong enough for you, Sasuke.”

Sasuke pulls his hips back and snaps them forward.

“You’re mine, Kitsune. Y-you— fuck— you don’t understand. You are mine.” 

The idiot tilts his head, feigning confusion. Then with a gentleness Sasuke never earned and will never deserve, Naruto tucks his hair behind an ear and cups a cheek. 

“Prove it. Take what’s yours then.” 

And that sends Sasuke near feral. Naruto shouldn’t bait him like this, not in his current state, and that’s exactly why he does it. He’s always pushing Sasuke, always accepting of his behavior even if he’s in the wrong. His thrusts gain momentum and the pleasure is too much. Inexplicably, he starts to cry, shameful tears rush down his cheeks as he tries to bury his cock inside Naruto forever. As he does his best to mark him in places no one ever has or ever will again. 

He’s Sasuke’s. 

His . 

“You’re so pretty, Sasuke.” 

Sasuke grits his teeth, “shut up.” This isn’t about how pretty Sasuke already knows he is, this is about Naruto. Always about Naruto. Sasuke folds the blonde in half and fucks him harder into the shitty mattress. He must hit against his prostate because Naruto moans, unashamedly in a way Sasuke will never be able. 

“Make me cum, Teme.” 

A demand from Naruto might as well be the same as the will of the shinobi gods. He grunts, hips flying, and takes hold of Naruto’s leaking cock. It’s big. And Sasuke can't help but imagine what it would feel like carving him open, what it would taste like on his tongue. 

“Tell me. What’re you thinking about?” 

Sasuke wants to know how Naruto can even think enough to ask a question at a time like this. He drops Naruto’s cock from his fist and gets a better grip on a tan hip. 

“Tch.” 

If he can still speak anything other than Sasuke’s name he’s not doing a good enough job. He’s never been above playing dirty. Never. At first he assumes it might not have an effect because Naruto is in Sage Mode but he’s proven wrong when Sasuke locks eyes with Naruto and he falls into his Sharingan’s pull anyway. 

“ Cum for me .” 

Naruto’s body goes taut and the surprise that flashes over his face just before he cums is absurdly satisfying. 

“See? Even your body knows you’re mine, Kitsune.” 

No sooner has his orgasm ended is Sasuke licking his cum off his muscled chest and forcing them into a kiss. Pulling back is a reward. Naruto whimpers in oversensitivity and Sasuke pulls him under again. 

“ Cum .” 

There is little spend from his twitching cock this time but the way he clamps down on Sasuke’s length makes him groan. It’s hardly a complaint. Sasuke teeters on the cliff, toeing the line of his own release. When Naruto blinks open his eyes there are more tears. Naruto heaves in a breath and watches Sasuke fuck him with the same urgency he’s had all night. 

“Wa-wait. Sasuke-I—it’s too~ mmmm, fuck~ it’s too much….” 

He can still speak so Sasuke keeps pressing pleasure into Naruto’s body. They’ll go until he breaks. 

“ Naruto, cum on my cock.” 

The blonde’s cock isn’t even hard but his body still listens, convulsing over Sasuke’s dick on command. Then there are teeth buried in Sasuke’s shoulder and he can’t stop himself even if he wanted to. His orgasm slams into him and he doesn’t bother pulling out. Filling Naruto with pump after pump of his cum feels like his gods given right. 

They’re kissing again and it tastes like cum and blood and Sasuke doesn’t want to exist outside of this moment. Not ever. Eventually though, he comes down from it. They’re both sweaty and covered in various…fluids. It’s gross. Sasuke loves it and rests his weight into Naruto’s welcoming body. There is a hand combing through his hair a moment later. 

Then after an eternity, “Sasuke?” He presses his lips over Naruto’s pounding heart in answer. The blonde sighs, “I love you.” 

Sasuke is up on his single hand and the movement is enough to dislodge his mostly soft cock. Such a thing…such a thing isn’t meant for Sasuke but he knows Naruto isn’t lying. They’re too close, too connected. His chest aches and Sasuke buffers because he’s never said those words to anyone. Not even Itachi or his parents. But he wants to say them to Naruto. And he tries, he swears he tries, but they get clumped up in his head and his mouth isn’t working either. 

Naruto doesn’t seem to care either way. He stretches out, long limbs cracking before he rolls off the mattress. Beautifully naked, Naruto stands and finds an old shirt to wipe away the worst of the mess. His eyes drop to the curve of Naruto’s ass and stay there. Wetness glistens down the back of his thighs, glimmering proof of what just happened covers them both head to toe. Sasuke hopes the teeth marks and scratches scar over. He’d love to carry Naruto with him— on him— everywhere he goes. 

Then like nothing even happened Naruto gets dressed and kneels before Sasuke still naked and cradled on the mattress. 

“I have to get going. My days start early.” There is no bitterness about Sasuke not returning his confession, the blonde smiles and cups both his cheeks before planting an obnoxious kiss on his mouth. 

Sasuke fights him off, but it’s just for show. When Naruto separates, Sasuke lets him but he doesn’t get far. Impulsively he’s pulling Naruto back in for another quick kiss. “I…I’ll miss you.” It’s as open as he’s able to be and he hates himself for not just saying the words he knows to be true. 

Naruto smiles, “I’ll miss you too, ya know?” One more longing glance and Naruto is gone.