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ONE SHOT

No matter how far you go, there will always be someone waiting to bring you home.

.《°☪︎☀︎°》.

After the war, Sasuke disappeared.

No goodbyes, no promises. Just silent steps on soil still stained with blood, and a long, fractured shadow that faded into the distance without ever looking back. At twenty-five, his eyes still carried the scars of what had been, and on his shoulders weighed the burden of choices that no victory could ever truly redeem. He had left Konoha without chains, without an official sentence. But not because he had been forgiven. He was his own judge, and the punishment he had chosen did not allow for leniency or comfort.

He carried with him the mistakes, the spilled blood, and that kind of silence only those who have truly hit bottom can bear without breaking. He chose a solitary path, walking the edges of the shinobi world with quiet steps, no longer driven by hatred, but by a relentless desire for atonement. Not to be forgiven — but to give some kind of meaning to all the destruction he had left behind.

Naruto, then twenty, hadn’t stopped him. He could have. But he didn’t have the right. He had only stood there, watching him walk away into the quiet of the forest, branches whispering gently in the wind. His gaze held everything he hadn’t found the courage to say, and then, in silence, he reached into his pouch and pulled out Sasuke’s forehead protector — the very same one Sasuke had left behind years ago when their bond first shattered. Naruto had kept it all this time, as a memory, as a symbol. And now, he was giving it back. Not as an obligation, but as a gesture heavy with respect, trust, and something deeper. A choice. A possibility.

In the years that followed, Sasuke had become an unsolvable riddle. A presence that brushed against others’ lives without ever staying. Sometimes, he left cryptic notes, signs only those who knew him well could decipher. Other times, he appeared in the middle of a crisis, resolving in seconds what others couldn't even understand — and then vanished again, like he had never been there. But Naruto knew. He always knew. He could feel him, like the shift in the air before rain, like the pull of current beneath the still surface of a lake.

And now, at twenty-five, Naruto was once again chasing an absence that felt too familiar to ignore. Konoha’s sensors had picked up a sudden surge of chakra in the southeastern outskirts of the Land of Fire. The signature was erratic, distorted — but unmistakable. It was him. Sasuke. Or something bearing his imprint. The origin point: the ruins of an old shrine once tied to Orochimaru’s experiments. A place where time had long since frozen over, and where the whispers of the past still clung like fog.

This wasn’t an official mission. No orders. No paperwork. But Naruto went anyway. With the urgency of someone who knows certain absences carry a weight that cannot be left alone. Because Sasuke’s silence wasn’t just a strategic concern. It was a wound. And wounds, Naruto knew, couldn’t be ignored. They had to be faced. Healed.

Now, he moved swiftly through the trees, sweat on his brow, his gaze sharp and steady. Every step was a return. A memory. A thought pulled tight around one person — the one he had always watched from a distance, even when standing right beside him. He thought of all the times he had wanted to speak, but hadn't. Of how even after all these years, it was still hard to put into words what he really felt.

Naruto wasn’t just trying to find Sasuke. He was trying to find himself, too. Because the silence Sasuke carried had become his own. And if there was any way to fill that space, it had to start here. With them. With the fragments of who they had been. With everything they had never said. And with that forehead protector, handed back in quiet understanding — still heavier than any word ever spoken.

Was the dead of night when Naruto reached the forest at the edge of the border—a tangled mass of towering trees and thin mist that seemed to rise like a warning. The silence was unnatural, thick and heavy, as if the forest itself were holding its breath. Every step he took felt too loud, too present, even though he knew how to move through the darkness. There were no tracks, no visible signs, but something hung in the air. A tension, old and familiar. Every now and then, the wind would carry the scent of moss, damp earth, and ancient stone—something forgotten, and yet awake.

He moved with instinct—the same invisible thread that had always led him to Sasuke, even when no one else believed he could be found. Exhaustion tugged at his limbs, but Naruto ignored it. Sleep was secondary. Hunger too. What mattered now was finding out what was happening—and whether Sasuke was in danger. Or worse, if he was beginning to lose himself again.

The impact came without warning.

A sharp blow from the side slammed him to the ground, the breath knocked clean out of his lungs. He rolled through wet roots and broken branches, pain flaring across his side. Before he could fully register what had happened, he felt something cold graze his cheek—a blade. Thin. Precise. A kunai.

Naruto looked up, heart pounding.

Sasuke stood before him, half-veiled in shadow, motionless. His gaze was as sharp as ever—one eye dark, focused and unreadable. The other, the Rinnegan, pulsed with an eerie glow beneath the moonlight. He was older now—twenty-five, like Naruto—his frame more muscular, solid. He carried the weight of years, of solitude, and of battles no one else had witnessed.

“I didn’t think I’d see you again, dobe. Still so careless... after all these years, and you can't even defend against a surprise attack,” Sasuke said coldly, his voice calm but cutting.

Naruto clenched his jaw and rose to his feet. He was winded, but he stood tall. “That’s not true, teme.” Sasuke stepped closer, his kunai lowered but still in hand. His eyes never left Naruto’s. “Why are you here? This place... it’s dangerous. You know what they say about that sanctuary, don’t you?”

Naruto nodded. “I know it’s tied to Orochimaru. I know there’s something wrong about it—something dark. But I felt your chakra. Right here. I couldn’t ignore it.” Sasuke crossed his arms, expression unreadable. “I didn’t return for the village, Naruto. I still have a path to walk.” Naruto moved closer, his voice steady, eyes locked on his. “I’m not here to drag you back. I know you. I know your journey isn’t over. But why here? What’s in that place? What brought you back?”

There was a pause. A silence deep and heavy between them.

Sasuke looked down for a moment, his voice dropping lower, rougher. “I don’t have all the answers. But I can feel it—something old... something twisted is waking up. The chakra in that sanctuary—it doesn’t belong in this world. It’s alive. And it’s looking for a vessel.” His gaze rose again, the Rinnegan glowing faintly.

“That’s why I’m here. Not for Konoha. Not for redemption. But to stop what’s coming.”

Naruto said nothing. He didn’t need to. The message was clear. Sasuke had changed. Hardened. Matured. But he was still fighting—always fighting. And just before turning away, as if speaking more to himself than to Naruto, Sasuke muttered, voice heavy with resolve:

“It’s a power I cannot allow to be unleashed.”

Naruto clenched his fist tightly, his fingers trembling slightly as he tried to contain the storm within. His heart pounded in his chest like a war drum, deep and relentless. "Then we'll fight together. Like always," he said, his voice steady but burning with fierce resolve. "No matter how much the past tore us apart, Sasuke… this is our mission. And I won’t let you face it alone."

For a moment, silence stretched between them, as if even the forest held its breath. A faint shadow of a smile tugged at Sasuke’s lips—sharp and fleeting like a blade—but his eyes remained cold, unreadable, like the still surface of a winter lake. "It won't be easy," he murmured, voice low. "But maybe… it's time to stop running."

They moved side by side, wordless, through the towering trees that loomed like ancient pillars around them. The moonlight, pale and distant, filtered weakly through the dense canopy above, casting silver patterns on the uneven ground. Every step crunched softly on dry leaves, every exposed root a silent snare trying to slow them down—as if the forest itself was reluctant to let them pass.

Naruto felt the air grow heavier with every step, the pressure around them thickening like a storm about to break. The scent of damp earth mingled with the older, harsher smell of stone long forgotten. Then, rising from the ground like a memory buried too deep, the sanctuary came into view: a weathered structure of stone, half-consumed by moss and creeping vines, as if nature had tried to erase its presence.

The silence was surreal, broken only by the quick rhythm of Naruto’s breath and the soft rustling of the leaves above. They stopped before a massive wooden door, etched with faded, ancient symbols. Sasuke reached out, running his fingers over the worn carvings.

"It’s been sealed for years," he said quietly. "But this isn’t just any place. Inside… lies something not even Orochimaru could fully understand. An old power. Hungry and dangerous."

Naruto stepped forward and placed his hand firmly on the door’s handle. "Then it’s up to us to uncover the truth. If there’s anything inside that threatens the village—or the world—we stop it. No matter the cost." Sasuke turned toward him. His gaze, usually hard as steel, had softened just a little. There was something new in his eyes now—a spark of something unspoken. Perhaps hope. Perhaps something else entirely.

"Do you remember when we used to fight together? Not just as rivals… but as friends?"

Naruto smiled, and the expression carried the weight of too many battles, but also a light that refused to die. And maybe, hidden in that smile, was an old sorrow never quite healed. "How could I forget?" he whispered. "It’s the reason I’m here. It’s the reason I never left."

With a joint effort, they pushed the door open. The wood groaned and resisted like it didn’t want to give in, but eventually it creaked wide, revealing a darkness that waited beyond the threshold. A rush of stagnant air, thick with age and stone, greeted them as they stepped inside. Shadows clung to every corner, the dim moonlight barely breaking through the cracks in the stone ceiling. The atmosphere buzzed with something strange—an invisible current that seemed to crawl along their skin. Naruto’s chakra stirred restlessly, as if reacting to something ancient buried within the walls. Sasuke approached what appeared to be an altar at the center of the chamber: a broad slab of stone carved with runes and unfamiliar symbols that shimmered faintly under the scarce light.

"This is the core," he said, voice barely more than a whisper. "This is what must be sealed. An ancient force… awakened by war. It should never have been released."

Naruto stepped closer, his gaze locked onto the inscriptions, trying to grasp the magnitude of what they were facing. "And you think you can stop it alone?"

Sasuke shook his head slowly. "No. Not this time. That’s why… I need your help."

The silence that filled the sanctuary was so deep it felt like a living presence. Every sound seemed muffled, swallowed by the ancient stones that made up the walls, worn smooth by time and memory. Only the faint crackle of dry leaves drifting through the broken slits in the ceiling broke that surreal stillness—like a distant whisper, reminding those within that the world outside still existed. But inside this forgotten place, time itself seemed to stand still.

Naruto and Sasuke stood motionless before the stone altar, as if frozen by an invisible force. Pale moonlight barely filtered in, casting long, flickering shadows across the cracked walls. The air was heavy, charged with electricity, and every breath felt like a conscious act of will.

“Do you feel it too?” Naruto asked suddenly, his voice low, as if raising it might awaken something buried. A cold vibration ran down his spine—a primal shiver, impossible to explain with logic. “It’s like something… is waking up.”

Sasuke didn’t answer right away. His eyes were locked on the altar, tracing the worn lines carved into the stone. When he finally spoke, his voice was slow and grave. “Yes. The energy’s unstable. You feel it, don’t you? It’s pulsing. This place wasn’t built for prayer. It’s a prison. A seal. A cage forged to contain something that should never see the light of day.”

Naruto stepped closer, studying the runes etched with unsettling precision. Each symbol seemed to vibrate in silence, echoing not through his ears, but straight into his chest. There was something in those carvings that pulled him in even as it pushed him away—an ancient, ominous call. “And if that power breaks free?” he asked. “What happens?”

Sasuke glanced at him, his gaze sharp and cold. “Destruction. Not just of the body. Of the mind. Of the soul. This power… it’s poison. It taints everything it touches. And it doesn’t just destroy—it digs deep. It consumes. It forces you to face everything you fear, everything you want, everything you try to bury.”

A subtle but unmistakable tension bloomed between them. It wasn’t just the threat around them, but the weight of their shared past—the words left unsaid, the wounds that had never fully healed. They stood side by side, as they had so many times before, yet every step forward felt like walking a razor’s edge.

Naruto clenched his jaw and took another step forward. Despite the worry in his eyes, there was a fierce determination burning behind them. “Then we have to work together. I know it won’t be easy. But it’s the only way to stop this power from being unleashed.”

Sasuke moved slowly until he stood directly in front of him. His face was impassive, like it had been carved from stone, but something stirred in his eyes—something deep, difficult to name. “Don’t expect me to go easy on you. This isn’t a drill. And I won’t be merciful.”

Naruto let out a quiet, tense laugh—a nervous edge in his voice betraying the adrenaline rushing through him. It was a sound Sasuke knew well, one he had heard countless times on the battlefield. “I never expected you to. But just so you know—I’m not the kid you used to chase around during training. I won’t go down that easily.”

Sasuke’s eyes sharpened, an unspoken challenge passing between them like a live current. “We’ll see.”

And then, it happened.

A sudden glow, deep and pulsing blue, surged up from the runes on the altar. As if the carvings had awakened from their thousand-year slumber, they began to emit a living energy—an aura expanding around them in waves of heat and cold. The air crackled. The ground trembled beneath their feet.

Naruto flinched, a tingling sensation crawling along his arms as the chakra within him stirred, responding to an unknown call. Sasuke clenched his fists, his face tense with concentration, his eyes locked on the altar as if trying to tame the rising tide of power.

The sanctuary… was coming alive.

The force surrounding them pulsed like an ancient heart, beating with a deep, accelerating rhythm. The air grew thick—unbreathable, charged with something old and overwhelming, as if every particle was saturated with buried intentions. Naruto gasped, his chest heaving, as a wave of dizziness clouded his thoughts. Time and space felt fractured, twisted by an invisible presence.

Sasuke stood his ground, though sweat glistened on his brow and his hands trembled slightly from the strain of resisting the mounting pressure. He placed his hand on the altar—and at his touch, a silent whisper swept through the chamber, like a voice speaking from beneath centuries of silence.

“This power…” he murmured. “We can’t hold it for long. We have to seal it. Now. Before it consumes us.”

Naruto stepped closer, sensing Sasuke’s gaze on him—a gaze that searched, that pierced. Every movement, every breath, was a silent exchange between them. Of truths left unsaid. Of battles fought. Of losses never truly accepted.

“Then let’s move,” Naruto said firmly. “Before this thing destroys us both.”

As they unleashed their powers, the atmosphere inside the sanctuary shifted drastically. Sasuke’s Susanoo materialized like a colossal shadow of raw strength, its burning eyes glowing fiercely in the darkness, while Kurama, summoned by Naruto, erupted in a swirling storm of golden chakra—alive, pulsating, and furious—an ancient deity awakened. The two entities mirrored the souls of their wielders: different, opposed, yet inevitably bound together.

The floor beneath their feet trembled, as if ready to crack under the weight of that primordial force. The energy born from the awakening runes and the colossal presences felt alive, almost sentient. It was as if the sanctuary itself—stone, time, memory—sought to draw them in, consume them, fuse them into something greater and darker. A summons, a song of power and doom.

Naruto’s eyes locked with Sasuke’s, and in that moment there was more than just determination in their gaze. There was something deeper—a bond hard to define: respect, anger, desire, regret. An invisible thread connected them, fragile yet unbreakable. “You know,” Naruto said, his voice barely above a whisper, a half-smile brushing his lips, “after everything, I still can’t believe you let me chase you for so long.”

Sasuke responded with a faint, razor-sharp smile. “And I don’t understand why you never gave up.”

The words hung there, then silence thickened the air like smoke. The space between them was electric, charged like the calm before a violent storm. Every movement, every slight shift in the air spoke volumes—untold stories of past clashes and feelings never fully buried. Then, a sudden flash of blue light exploded from the altar’s center. It wasn’t just a glow—it was a burst of pure energy that flooded every corner of the sanctuary. The wave crashed over them, freezing them in place, as if some unknown force held them in a divine, terrible embrace. Time itself seemed to stop. The world held its breath. When the light faded, leaving the sanctuary bathed in an unreal half-darkness, nothing seemed changed. Yet the air felt heavier, thick with an invisible energy that brushed the skin like cold fingers.

Naruto didn’t have time to react.

A sharp chill shot through him as the cold steel of a katana pressed against his throat with surgical precision. The blade slowly dragged down, tearing through the black fabric of his jacket, tracing a long line that revealed his taut, sun-kissed abdomen. His breath caught. His heart pounded.

Then, a lightning-fast move.

Sasuke’s hand gripped his throat, yanking him up roughly and slamming him against the sanctuary’s stone wall. The impact knocked the air out of him. Rough rock scraped against his back and neck, pain sharp and real. He tried to respond, to draw on Kurama’s chakra, but something held him back. An invisible force, a seal? No—something subtler. More personal. A block that seemed born not from the body, but from will alone.

Then he felt it tighten around his wrists. Chains. Invisible, woven from pure chakra. Thin as threads of light, yet unbreakable. Naruto’s eyes widened. He struggled to comprehend, but his body wouldn’t obey. The harder he fought, the more he seemed to give in. And in that uneven struggle—between resistance and surrender—a strange new feeling crept in: something sweet, something strange. A surrender not just physical, but emotional.

Sasuke looked down at him, his face carved in stone, eyes burning with fierce resolve. But behind that expression was something more—something Naruto had never truly understood. With a low voice, sharp as glass, Sasuke said, “It’s no longer time to hide what we really want. Here. Now. You’ll learn who’s in control.” Despite the gravity of the situation, a spark of excitement crossed Naruto's face, a flash of pure joy that manifested even before the reality of finding himself completely helpless and vulnerable before Sasuke could sink into his mind. 

Fear, subtle but stinging, began to slowly snake deep in his belly, a knot tightening more and more as he tried to wriggle free, in vain. But just as he tried to free himself, a cold, firm hand sank into his blond hair, gripping it firmly and blocking any attempt at movement. Tears of frustration began to flow, soft and warm, down Naruto's cheeks, blurring his vision slightly. In the tension-laden silence, the familiar sound of Sasuke's cloak laying on the ground resonated clearly, followed by the slight rustle of his pants being unfastened. 

Blush spread across Naruto's cheeks when, with wide eyes and a racing heart, he saw Sasuke's pants slide down enough to reveal tight boxers. Through the fabric, the unmistakable outline of Sasuke's penis was sharply outlined, and a mixture of surprise and curiosity ran through Naruto. It was much larger than he had ever imagined, and that realization hit him hard. With slow, deliberate movements, Sasuke lowered his boxers along with his pants, revealing the smooth, pale skin of his member. 

Naruto watched intently as the reddened tip twitched slightly, the veins beneath pulsed rhythmically, and tiny drops of preseminal fluid formed on the glands, sparkling like pearls in the dim light of the shrine. Then, unhurriedly but with palpable determination, Sasuke pulled back the foreskin, exposing the sensitive glands, while a pale hand rested firmly on the base, beginning to caress that long, taut member in a slow, hypnotic, back-and-forth motion.

The sight that opened before Naruto's eyes was something indecent, yet impossible to turn away from. Sasuke's muscular body, illuminated by the vibrant blue light of the shrine, looked like something out of a twisted dream. His member was fully erect, imposing, taut, and shiny, with a dark vein running down the length to the swollen, wet tip. Naruto felt his inner thigh tighten from the sudden tension that spread from his lower abdomen, and his own member responded immediately, pulsing painfully inside his pants.

His breath broke in his chest. It was as if his mind was protesting, but the body was completely honest. There was no shame in there, just instinct, just desire. Naruto could not suppress a moan when Sasuke's warm flesh brushed against his face. One soft, wet stroke against his cheek, followed by a second firmer one. Each contact left a warm residue on his skin, like a carnal imprint.

"See what you do to me, Naruto..." whispered Sasuke, in a low, almost animalistic tone, as the tip of his member slowly crept along the other man's flushed cheek. "Don't make me wait. I want to feel that mouth." Naruto's gaze flickered, as if still trying to figure out whether everything was real or an illusion created by that damned mystical light. But his lips parted anyway, and his tongue came forward in an instinctive, surrendering gesture.

Sasuke made a deep, guttural sound as his erection was welcomed into the warm wetness of the blond man's mouth. Naruto's tongue moved immediately, trembling but firm, exploring every curve, every throb of the glans. A subtle pop accompanied the direct contact with the tip, as Naruto barely sank his tongue into the slit, collecting the preseminal fluid that continued to ooze out.

"That's it, good..." whispered Sasuke again, lowering his gaze with half-closed eyelids, completely captivated by the obscene sight before him. Naruto pushed harder, letting the length seep into his mouth. He felt the other's weight, the heat, the salty taste mingling with his own saliva. 

Sasuke's musky, masculine smell filled his nostrils and made him tremble. His eyes closed for a moment as he sank down again, until he felt black pubic hair brush against his nose. He began to move, slowly, creating a steady, methodical suction, his cheeks hollowing with each ascent. The tongue followed the trajectory of the flesh, adhering perfectly to the glans with each pass. Sasuke barely trembled, his fingers sinking into the blond hair and guiding the movements with smooth, intimate, unhurried control.

"Feel how crazy you drive me...slut," he murmured, a grin rippling his lips. "Your mouth is perfect. Warm. Tight. Like it was made for me." His voice vibrated with restrained arousal as his other hand moved and descended to press Naruto's neck, sensing the moist vibrations rising from the blond man's throat. His hips began to move, rhythmic, thrusting in and out with almost obscene slowness. 

Each lunge was accompanied by the wet sound of Naruto's saliva and broken breath, letting himself be handled, controlled, as if every fiber of his body only wanted to comply. The interior of the cave seemed to hold back every moan, every sigh, returning it amplified. And as his breathing became heavier and the tension grew, Sasuke rocked his hips back and forth.

Naruto moaned forcefully around Sasuke's rigid member, the guttural sound muffled in his deep throat as the vibrations traveled the entire length of the Uchiha, making trembling every tense muscle. Sasuke's low, rough expletives mingled with the damp, steady sound of movement, echoing against the rock walls like an echo.

His tongue did not stop or slow down; it moved precise, ravenous, exploring every taut vein, every sensitive area. His blue eyes lifted, misted with tears and heat, and met Sasuke's eyes-two burning pools of onyx and renegan, swollen with desire and control. Sweat beaded the skin of both of them. Sasuke's dark bangs stuck to his forehead as his breath escaped him in stretches, heavy and broken, while his hips hit Naruto's mouth with increasing need. Each lunge was deeper, more desperate.

"Tsk... You're unbelievable..." hissed Sasuke between his teeth, his voice rough and strained, barely bending down to observe the obscene scene of the blond man's mouth enveloping his penis perfectly. "Look at what a sight you are, Naru..." Naruto instinctively swallowed around the member, and a powerful shiver ran through Sasuke from the base of his spine to his heels. The now-suppressed gag reflex let the Sasuke sink unhindered, yet each thrust left a new layer of tears streaking cheeks of Naruto. But the blond did not back down. 

With his eyes half-closed in pleasure, he clearly sensed the change in Sasuke's body: his breathing becoming more irregular, his belly contracting hard, his thighs trembling. Naruto increased the pace, sinking in and up hard, sucking hard as his tongue traced every curve, every pulse. When he reached the thick vein at the base, he went over it with slow, sensuous movements, carefully torturing it, causing Sasuke to let out a stifled, guttural moan.

"Shit ... keep it up bitch ... fuck," gasped the Uchiha, his voice broken and panting. Naruto let his teeth barely graze the sensitive surface, and at the same time he sank down hard, squeezing his cheeks until they were empty of air. The glans pulsed furiously against his tongue, while the body above him seemed to give way under the weight of pleasure.Sasuke staggered, his hands tightening around his blond hair, and his broken breath came out in a series of almost choked moans.

His legs trembled, his muscles contracted spasmodically. He was close. And Naruto knew it perfectly well.He continued with determination, taking it all in, up and down, back and forth....Sasuke removed the hand that was on the blond man's hair, rested it firmly against the cave wall, and repeatedly pushed himself into the moist mouth, moving hard.

The tip of his member touched the back of Naruto's throat. His palms, sweaty and trembling, betrayed the intense heat growing inside him. He withdrew firmly, came, letting his own seed fall onto the boy's marked, tanned features. Naruto opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, catching a few drops of the viscous substance. Sasuke had aimed for his mouth, but a few drops still slid down his chin to his neck.

Panting, she grasped the blond curls again to stare into his eyes. With the hand that had been resting on his neck, he took his index and middle fingers to collect the drops that continued to run down Naruto's throat. He slipped his wet fingers into the blond man's mouth, letting his tongue lick and collect the substance as he watched the Adam's apple move under the skin.

He leaned down, covering the blond's mouth with his own. Naruto's lips opened slowly, welcoming Sasuke's tongue in a hard, firm kiss. Naruto sucked slowly on the other's tongue, pulling it lightly between his lips. Sasuke emitted a low growl, a sound that left no room for misunderstanding. The thick, bitter taste he tasted in the other's mouth was his own, and he couldn't help but smile contentedly as he traced the inside edge of Naruto's lips with his tongue, causing him to make small, moist pops.

Naruto, to provoke him, sank his teeth into his lower lip hard. A trickle of dark blood dripped from the wound, and he did not hesitate to run his tongue over the cut, savoring that iron taste that ignited his nerves. Sasuke finally drew back, a mixed trickle of saliva and blood running down his chin, a clear witness to the bite.

He ran the back of his hand over his face, cleaning himself summarily. His dark eyes glowed with irritation and excitement burning under his skin. "I swear you'll pay for this bitch," he murmured in a venomous tone. "I'll break you slowly-just as soon as I discover your weak spot." Sasuke leaned over him, brushing his ear with her lips and blowing slowly, with intention. 

The warmth of her breath jolted Naruto, who reacted with a visible shudder. Sasuke was not the type to forget. He had already noticed how the blond stiffened at certain times, how certain areas of his body reacted more immediately. Although Naruto was skilled with his mouth, he had a well-hidden weakness - his nipples, which were incredibly sensitive.

As Sasuke's tongue slowly traversed random strokes of the blond's skin, his hands began to explore. He rubbed his fingers against his hips, traced them along his ribs, and then, seemingly by accident, grazed one of his erect nipples. he felt him shiver, hold his breath, and confirmed it. A wicked smirk drew on his lips as definite and decidedly uninnocent thoughts began to crowd into his head.

Naruto noticed that flash in Sasuke's eyes. His breathing had become erratic, and he tried to maintain control, but he knew he had been caught. The raven-haired man slowly licked his lips, and the blond man swallowed hard, feeling a sudden tension rise in his throat. He saw Sasuke slowly bend down, bringing his head toward his chest, and felt a wave of panic mount. he stirred, trying to escape from him. "Wait- Sasuke, don't wait-don't touch there, please!!!"

"Hn? Why should I stop?" asked Sasuke in a tone that oscillated between ironic and sadistic as his pale, slow fingers traced an irregular line across Naruto's tanned collarbones. His eyes scrutinized every reaction, every tremor in the taut muscles beneath his skin. Naruto flailed about, chained by chakra bonds that pinned him against the rock wall of the cave. His arms twisted, not so much to seek freedom, but to hide the redness that was rising to his ears.

"N-No..." he stammered, her gaze shifty as she bit hard on her lower lip. His pupils dilated as he noticed the other man's finger approaching her exposed, already taut nipple with exasperating slowness.Sasuke arched an eyebrow, feigning innocent curiosity. "Hmm. I didn't realize you were so responsive here." His voice was velvety, yet venomous.

With a sharp movement, she gave him a precise, cruel flick that made Naruto jerk as if stung by an electric shock. "-Ah!" A choked groan escaped his lips, and he closed his eyes tightly. But Sasuke did not stop. He slowly bowed his head, letting his warm tongue graze the nipple in a slow, intent-laden motion. 

The moist contact wrenched an uncontrollable shiver from Naruto that ran down his entire spine. Sasuke studied each reaction with the precision of a predator. Without looking away from the blond's contracted face, he closed his lips around the tiny bud, sucking on it with increasing force.

Then he began to nibble on it, alternating light bites with languid laps of his tongue. Naruto arched backward, involuntarily pulling away from the wall. The contact with Sasuke's tongue and teeth drove him mad, and the moans escaping his lips were no longer under his control. His chest heaved in rapid movements as his breathing became increasingly labored. He could feel his heart pounding, his temples throbbing, his legs trembling under the effect of that focused torment. 

Sasuke, satisfied, barely lifted his gaze and, with his lips still close to Naruto's moist chest, whispered in a razor-sharp voice: "If you're already reduced like this from just a little attention here..." he paused, letting his fingers return to torture the other nipple,"I can't wait to hear what verses you're going to pull out. When you are under me, bent over and unable to escape. As I take that tight hole of yours." Then he blew against him, hot and slow, on the sensitive areas still wet with saliva. An evil grin was drawn on his face. Naruto struggled, trying to look away, but he could not. Arousal and humiliation mingled in an unbearable whirlwind.

"You have no idea how much more I can consume you," whispered Sasuke in a cold, harsh voice as he slowly bent over Naruto's chest, running his tongue over the left nipple with the same precision and cruelty with which he had treated the right. 

Every touch was a command, every movement a silent intimidation. With an abrupt gesture, he got up and grabbed Naruto by the arm, dragging him away from the wall forcefully. Naruto fell forward, his breathing short and labored, the chains of chakra clutching his wrists a nagging, stinging weight.

"Don't think it's over," Sasuke growled, his voice charged with menace as he gripped his hair firmly, knocking him to the ground. "Get moving. Get that ass up." A sudden heat rose to Naruto's cheeks, a mixture of shame and helplessness, as he tried to fight back. But he was not quick enough for Sasuke's liking, who turned him on his stomach firmly and lifted his hips, showing him defenseless.

Naruto's forehead was pressed against the floor while his hands remained bound behind his back, helpless. Sasuke stood watching him, enjoying that sight: the tense muscles in his back, the flushed skin, the palpable vulnerability. With a smile that did not bode well, she knelt behind him and slowly removed Naruto's pants, leaving him with only a pair of black boxers decorated with orange swirls. His cold chest pressed against the blond man's warm back.

"I told you not to think it was over bitch " Sasuke murmured in Naruto's ear, his voice 

charged with intense tension. Sasuke's member pressed hard against Naruto's lower backside, still covered by his boxers, as his lips grazed the other's earlobe. "Tell me what you want, don't hide it." Naruto stiffened from the sudden contact, biting his lip to keep from letting out a groan.

"Use words," hissed Sasuke, nibbling on his earlobe, triggering a stifled groan. "Please..." whispered Naruto, moving his hips in search of the slightest relief, but Sasuke held him back with a firm hand on his hips. "Please what?" asked Sasuke, his voice as sharp as a knife.

"Please, Sasuke..." moaned Naruto, trembling and unable to hold back that pathetic sound.

Sasuke pulled back with a mocking smile, staring at Naruto's tense body. "Say it properly what you want" The raven rippled his lips into a cold smile as he leaned back, his eyes fixed on Naruto's tense body. Slowly, he slid his index finger under the hem of the thin boxers, pulling them firmly, sliding them back up with a sharp snap. "Hurry up, I don't have all day," he growled, his voice harsh and lacking patience. Naruto shivered, the blush on his cheeks spreading to his shoulders, but he dared not protest.

"Please....Master," said Naruto embarrassed and stammering.Satisfied, Sasuke abruptly lowered his boxers, revealing Naruto's puckered hole. The movement caused his member to bounce, hitting his tanned abdomen with squirts of liquid.

"Hurry up, don't waste my time," Naruto wheezed, lifting his butt in a gesture of defiance. Sasuke chuckled coolly, resting a pale hand on the taut skin. With a sharp blow, he slapped the buttock, making the skin ripple with a dull sound. The skin immediately reddened from the impact. Naruto groaned, the tension evident in every fiber of his body. Sasuke moved to the other buttock, calmly lowering himself to inflict another slap. He ran his tongue over the reddened skin, savoring the metallic taste of blood. His expression was a mixture of control and dominance.

Satisfied with the work done so far, Sasuke spread his cheeks and licked Naruto's quivering hole. Naruto's thighs stiffened, a shiver ran through his entire body, and his toes twitched, unable to hold back the reaction. Sasuke didn't just graze: his tongue went further, thrusting into the hole, trying to loosen the resistance of the ring of muscle with ruthless precision. An ungainly moan escaped Naruto, mixing embarrassment and a hint of surprise.

Sasuke barely withdrew, his breathing calm but concentrated, as he carefully prepared his fingers, lubricating the middle and ring fingers with his own saliva. Very calmly, he slipped the first finger in, slowly penetrating that narrow border. He curved his finger inside, probing, as Naruto tried to get used to the increasing pressure. Without delay, Sasuke added a second finger, beginning to move them with a firm, measured, unyielding rhythm.

"S-Sasuke more!" muttered Naruto, his voice cracked with uncertainty and need. Sasuke did not allow himself to be distracted and, with one firm movement, inserted a third finger, intensifying the pressure. Naruto moved in sync with Sasuke's movements, swinging on the edge between pain and something harder to define, as the inner walls responded, tense and moist.

"Put it in," Naruto whispered, almost begging, as the tension in his body grew to the limit. In response to Naruto's pleas, Sasuke pulled out his three fingers with a wet, dry sound, resounding in the cave. Sasuke pressed the pulsing tip firmly against Naruto's tight, taut entrance, feeling the muscle contract and almost resist that invasion. "Do you want it, Naru?" the voice was cold, sharp.

"...Yes...pls" Naruto stammered, closing his eyes to grasp every nuance of that rough, insistent 

contact. Sasuke suddenly launched himself straight into the intense heat, penetrating the living heat that greeted him like a merciless vice. The velvety walls squeezed his member with no room to spare, and Naruto let out a hoarse groan, his cheek brushing the ground as he searched for a foothold. Sasuke tightened Naruto's waist with a strong, firm, dominating hand.

Then he withdrew his hips forcefully, leaving only the tip held by the taut ring, and then thrust vigorously again. The first thrusts were slow, measured, but soon became faster. Naruto began to moan, his voice broken and anxious, "Faster. Stop stopping...damn it..." The pulsating member rubbed against the sensitive walls, brushing against a spot that was never reached, and intense heat spread from Naruto's head to his feet. But it was never enough. He wanted more.

"Whatever, then," growled Sasuke, his voice hard as stone. "I won't slow down, even if you beg. Bitch." With a sharp gesture, he pushed deeper, forcing Naruto to lean back, his breathing short and labored. Naruto curved his back and thrust his hungry hips against the raven, yearning for a deeper sensation. It was like an itch waiting to be scratched as the blonde rubbed against him, finally finding the spot he craved and letting out an erotic gasp.

Sasuke staggered away from the other man's prostate, lightly touching it teasingly with each thrust. The blond choked back tears at that simple teasing. Naruto barely held back tears, frustrated and hungry. "P-please...you know what I want," he stammered, trying to guide the movement, but Sasuke pulled back each time, prolonging the torture.

"Not for free," Sasuke replied with a cruel smile, suddenly tightening a lace around Naruto's penis, stopping the momentum with a tight grip just below the head. At first, the blond was puzzled as to why the other was doing such a thing, until he felt the powerful thrust directly in the center of his prostate. The next impact was brutal: Naruto saw stars, his breath breaking as the blow penetrated the most sensitive spot, pushing him almost to the edge. Sasuke gave him no respite, slapping Naruto's buttocks with his pelvis.

"SASUKE!!!" As the blond felt his orgasm being stopped, by the lace that clutched his penis tightly. With trembling thighs, he tried to free himself as his body was overstimulated by the interrupted orgasm. Noticing him, Sasuke gave him a violent slap on the buttock to restrain Naruto". Too much..." whispered Naruto, his voice broken, as his body trembled on the border between pleasure and pain, unable to escape the tight grip and the pressing pace.

"Then beg me," hissed Sasuke, grabbing him by the throat with a firm hand, lifting him slightly off the dirty ground, Naruto's face tense under his grip, forced to look at him.

"P-Please ... master I am yours to u-use!" Groaning, he felt himself falling back to the ground. The Naruto's exhausted buttocks were supported by a strong grip on either side of his tanned hips, all the strength in his body dried up from over-sensitivity, leaving behind a cluster of contractions. Gritting his teeth, Naruto felt the lace still on his soggy member.

"P-Please use... m-my... ah! hole all y-your...! I-am...your....slave..." Naruto's words were barely audible amid a mixture of babbling and groaning, yet Sasuke above still heard the pleas.

"That's right...only mine. " Sasuke himself grunted with each push, but continued to lean over the sinuous body to whisper things like 'cum slut' or 'you're just a hole to be used' in the other's ear. Heat traveled through Sasuke's body pouring into his lower abdomen as it carelessly pushed into Naruto's prostate. So much so that it created a visible bulge from Naruto's stomach that he now trembled violently, his mouth wide open as his eyes crossed in a self-centered expression and his tongue stuck out. Ice-cold tears lined his heated cheeks.

Finally, Sasuke loosened the lace on Naruto's rock-hard erection. Preseminal fluid soaked the tip, a vein on the underside pulsed as the length contracted erotically. As Sasuke felt Naruto's long-awaited orgasm approaching through the pulsing of the soft walls of his rectum, he gritted his teeth and came inside the hole, pouring his semen directly onto the hypersensitive prostate. 

Sasuke wrapped one hand around the other's drenched member, rubbing the exposed glands on either side of the head with his thumb and middle finger. On top, he began massaging the slit from which the salty preseminal fluid leaked. Feeling the pressure of Sasuke's semen splashing against the fatigued nerve bundle and the continuous jerking of his hand, Naruto released his load on his abdomen with a loud scream. His toes curled, pleasure poured from his penis to his fingertips. Overwhelming heat consumed him as he felt Sasuke's semen begin to drip from his abused entrance.

The silence that followed was thick, almost surreal. The air in the cave felt motionless, as if it too were holding its breath alongside them. The blue chakra, which just moments ago had pulsed faintly across the stone walls—incandescent and mysterious—had now faded into a dim glow, leaving behind only the echo of what it had unleashed.

Naruto lay with his chest against the ground and his hips raised, his body exhausted, violated, yet still tingling with faint tremors of pleasure and confusion. His breathing was uneven, broken at times by small shivers. He could still feel the warm seed dripping down his thighs; with every heartbeat, it reminded him of the intensity of what they had just experienced. He ran his tongue over dry lips, tasting the bitter trace of desire and surrender, then closed his eyes for a brief moment.

When he opened them again, he sensed Sasuke behind him, just inches from the back of his neck. From the rhythm of his breath, Naruto could imagine those black eyes watching him—intense, wide, as if Sasuke himself couldn't quite believe what had happened. Sweat beaded at his temples, a dark lock of hair fell across his forehead, and his lips were slightly parted, still tense from the memory of pleasure.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Only their deep, slow breaths moved through the still air. Then Naruto lifted his gaze slightly, still bound by those chakra chains that had loosened but not yet vanished. His voice came out in a hoarse, broken whisper.

“Why…?” he murmured. “Why me?”

Sasuke seemed to hesitate. His gaze drifted down over Naruto’s body, still trembling, still flushed from the contact and the ecstasy. “Because it’s always been this way. We just didn’t want to admit it.”

Naruto swallowed hard, his heart pounding violently in his chest. “Was it… the chakra from the sanctuary? Did it control us?”

Sasuke slowly shook his head. “No. It didn’t control us. It just took the brakes off. It broke down the mental barriers, the masks we wear. It let out what we try so hard to keep hidden… even from ourselves.”

Naruto pressed his lips together, his gaze turned toward the ceiling of the cave. “I didn’t want it to go like this. But… I didn’t do anything to stop you.”

“Because you wanted it too.” The reply was sharp, honest, without hesitation. Sasuke leaned in, his pale fingers resting gently on Naruto’s side. “You’re the only one who’s always chased after me. Even when no one else believed in me. No matter how far I went, or how hard I tried to escape… you were always there.”

The lump in Naruto’s throat became almost unbearable. “And I always thought you’d never really want me.”

A long silence followed. Then Sasuke laid down beside him. Naruto did the same, their legs brushing lightly, their fingers almost touching. “I didn’t even know myself,” Sasuke admitted. “Not until the chakra of the sanctuary stripped everything away. It was like it forced me to look inward. And you were there. You… and the desire I’ve always kept buried.”

Naruto looked at him. In his eyes there wasn’t just desire now, but a rare fragility that Sasuke almost never showed. It was as if that night had stripped them both of every armor they had worn. “What happens now?” Naruto asked, his voice barely above a breath.

Sasuke didn’t answer right away. His eyes wandered through the cave, as if searching for a way out of everything he could no longer ignore. Then they returned to Naruto, and his voice came soft, almost tender. “Now… we get up. And we stop pretending.”

Naruto nodded slowly. The chains dissolved completely, fading into strands of light that disappeared into the air. He moved with effort, sitting up—still sore, but somehow lighter. Something new stirred within him. Maybe it wasn’t peace. But it was a beginning. When Sasuke offered his hand, Naruto took it. Their fingers intertwined—hesitant, but firm. The sanctuary had brought their darkest desires to the surface, yes—but also a truth that no jutsu could ever hide.

They were bound. Not by chakra. But by what they had feared to confess for far too long: Love.

As silence reclaimed the cave—now dimmed of light and secrets—Naruto lowered his gaze to their intertwined hands. And in that simple, unmasked touch, he felt the need to pause time, if only for a moment, just to reflect. Words he had never dared to say aloud began to take shape within him—clear, urgent. A thought he might one day share with someone who, like him, had fought wars both within and without.

“You know... there comes a moment in life when you stop running. Not because you’ve arrived, but because you’ve found a hand. And that hand... is enough. More than anything else.

I’ve fought, laughed, cried. I’ve lost people, and I’ve protected others. But no battle was ever as hard as admitting what I felt for him. Because love — real love — isn’t something you shout. It grows inside you, slowly, quietly, until you just can’t ignore it anymore. What no one tells you is that love is terrifying. It’s scary to open up, to be seen, to let someone touch the most fragile part of you. Sometimes it’s easier to live behind a mask, a smile, a joke. But those things don’t keep you warm at night. They don’t hold your hand when everything inside you is shaking.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned — here, now, while his fingers are wrapped around mine — it’s that you can want something your whole life and still keep running from it, just because you don’t think you deserve it. And maybe you, reading this with a tired heart, have something you’ve never had the courage to say. A love left unspoken. A truth buried deep. Something that weighs on your chest and makes you feel alone, even in a crowded room.

I wish I could tell you it’s easy. That all it takes is a gesture, a word, and everything will be fine. But it’s not like that. Loving is a leap into the unknown. It’s losing your balance and finding someone already catching you. But that first step... that’s yours to take. Look inside yourself. Be brave enough to be fragile. To reach out, even if your hand is trembling. To say ‘I’m here,’ even if your heart is pounding too loud. Because sometimes — just sometimes — someone will be there. And they’ll hold your hand. Just like he’s holding mine now. And for the first time... you’ll feel whole.”