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Sai’s smile is the first offense.

That mild, painted-on expression stretched across a face that somehow manages to be both blank and smug, flat eyes paired with a posture so politely neutral it barely qualifies as human, and the way he stands beside Naruto—close enough to suggest he belongs there, close enough to imply he has any right at all to occupy the space Sasuke once filled—sparks a simmering irritation that tightens in Sasuke’s chest.

Sasuke drops into the clearing in a rush of displaced air, his cloak settling behind him like the tail of some irritated, territorial predator, and his gaze slices across the assembled trio with surgical precision before locking, inevitably, on Sai.

He lets the disdain drip from his tongue without hesitation.

“This is my replacement?”

He aims the words like a blade, not bothering to hide the malice coiled in the simple question; let Naruto hear it, let all of them hear it, let the truth sit between them like something sharp enough to draw blood.

Sai’s smile twitches—just slightly, just enough—and Sasuke catches the flicker of tension in the boy’s shoulders, the subtle tightening of muscle that civilians would overlook but Sasuke recognizes instantly. How amusing. Sasuke steps closer, slow and deliberate, enjoying the way Sai’s composure strains beneath the pressure.

He circles Sai once, the motion leisurely in that predatory way that reaffirms his dominance without ever needing to raise a weapon, skimming close enough to fluster but not enough to warrant retaliation. It irritates him to no end that this imitation has the audacity to pretend at calm, to stand there and think composure can substitute for substance.

Behind him, Naruto’s chakra pulses with anxiety.

Sasuke ignores him, luxuriating in the heat of Naruto’s gaze burning into the back of his neck, the way that attention clings stubbornly to him even as Sai stands right there, the poor imitation trying and failing to hold his ground. Sasuke keeps his eyes locked on Sai, willing, expecting, almost daring the boy to crack beneath his inspection.

The imitation is taller than Naruto but lacks all the grounding weight Naruto carries, all the emotional density, all the heat; he stands like an empty vessel offering empty politeness, a blank page trying to pass as something meaningful.

Sasuke tilts his head, feigning disinterest.

“Is this weakling really the best the Leaf can muster?” he asks, the words smooth and poisonous. “Oh, how the mighty have fallen.”

The effect is predictable.

Naruto reacts exactly as Sasuke knew he would: shoulders snapping tight, breath bursting out in a tangled rush of anger and denial, his voice tripping over itself as he blurts, “He’s not- It’s not like that, Sasuke, you’ve got it all wrong!”

Sasuke keeps his attention on Sai until the last of Naruto’s protests collapse into frustrated silence, that stubborn voice crackling out like a candle deprived of oxygen.

Only then does he move.

A burst of speed places him directly in front of Naruto, close enough that their chests almost touch, close enough that Naruto’s breath—a startled burst—fans across Sasuke’s collarbone.

The reaction is instant and delicious.

Naruto’s resolve shatters on contact: pupils flaring wide, stance faltering, breath stalling in his throat as if the shock of Sasuke’s nearness short-circuits every coherent thought in his head.

There it is.

Sasuke lets a small, humorless curve ghost across his mouth, barely a smile but more than enough to make Naruto’s flush deepen.

Sai says something—some bland, useless remark intended to reclaim a sliver of authority—but Sasuke doesn’t hear a syllable. He’s watching Naruto’s eyes flicker helplessly between them, skittering off Sai like the comparison is physically painful, like looking at the imitation makes Naruto only more aware of the original.

As it should be.

Sasuke turns away abruptly, cloak snapping like a severed thread, and the motion shifts the weight of the air so severely that Naruto instinctively lurches forward, almost stumbling as if some invisible tether yanks him along.

Sasuke hums, satisfied.

He doesn’t need to turn around to know that Naruto follows; he can hear it in the gravel crunching under frantic footsteps, in the uneven huffs of breath Naruto tries and fails to steady, in the whispered curses that spill out whenever Naruto is flustered and scrambling to keep up.

So Sasuke keeps a steady pace—slow enough to be insulting, slow enough to invite pursuit.

He pretends not to notice how quickly Naruto draws nearer.

He pretends that his pulse doesn’t jump when Naruto’s chakra brushes too close, warm and anxious and heartbreakingly familiar.

Sai calls after Naruto, voice stiff and hollow, a warning or an order or something meaningless.

Naruto ignores him.

Sasuke’s mouth lifts at the corner, unseen and unrestrained.

Hypocrite or not—and Sasuke knows he is one, he’s the one who left Naruto in that valley without looking back—the very idea of Naruto turning his devotion toward someone else tastes bitter, poisonous, and wholly unacceptable.

Naruto should chase him. Naruto should always chase him.

Sasuke hurries into the shadowed mouth of the forest, lets the branches swallow him whole, and listens with unmistakable satisfaction as Naruto crashes through after him, loud and desperate and exactly where Sasuke wants him.

His ego blooms, warm and vicious, knowing it wasn’t the village or the team or that plastic imitation who pulled Naruto into the trees.

It was him. Always him.

Always.

—

Sasuke moves ahead of him like he has all the time in the world, not rushing, not stealthing, just cutting through the forest with the kind of silent confidence that makes Naruto’s pulse skip in uneven, irritated beats, because it means Sasuke knows damn well Naruto will follow without needing to be asked or acknowledged.

The trees lean close overhead, catching the last scraps of sunlight, and every root seems designed to trip him up. Naruto keeps stumbling—half from the terrain, half because his body won’t calm down enough to match Sasuke’s steady, maddening pace—and each time his foot catches or his breath slips, he feels heat crawl up the back of his neck in a mix of exertion and frustration and something much more confusing.

“Oi- Sasuke! Seriously, wait a second!” His voice lands wrong in the heavy air, the desperate tone echoing off the trunks and ringing in his ears.

Sasuke doesn’t stop. He doesn’t even turn his head. He just strides forward, and the infuriating part is that he isn’t going fast at all; Naruto can see the relaxed sway of his cloak, the easy roll of his shoulders…

Naruto swallows, his throat suddenly dry. 

He shakes his head back and forth in an attempt to focus. That isn’t- he shouldn’t be thinking about that kind of stuff right now, this is important. Sasuke is right in front of him for the first time since he was a twelve year old. 

Naruto drags in a breath that doesn’t quite fill his lungs. It comes out shaky, a little ragged. Sweat beads at his temples, sliding down to his jaw. The dryness of his mouth hasn’t abated, his tongue sticking briefly to the roof before he swallows again. It doesn’t help.

There’s this annoying tightness beneath his ribs, a restless flutter that grows stronger every time Sasuke’s silhouette flickers between the trees—close one moment, farther the next, like he’s testing how fast Naruto will close the gap. And Naruto does close it, even when he trips over a low branch and slaps a hand against a trunk to keep himself upright, panting softly as he pushes off to catch up again.

The air is thick here, heavy with the scent of wet soil and crushed leaves, cool enough to raise goosebumps along his arms despite the warmth flushing his face. Naruto wipes the sweat from his brow with the back of his wrist, but the heat under his skin refuses to fade, simmering there as if Sasuke’s presence alone could raise the temperature.

Sasuke slows down. 

Naruto feels the shift instantly, and his breath catches despite himself. His feet speed up without permission, drawn by that tiny, deliberate change. He ends up so close that when Sasuke stops abruptly to step over a fallen log, Naruto bumps lightly into the back of his cloak.

The brush of fabric is soft and warm, a whisper of energy that shoots straight through him.

Naruto yanks himself back like he touched a live current, but the damage is already done. His heart thumps too hard, one heavy beat against his ribs, and he knows Sasuke must hear how loud he’s breathing. His cheeks burn hotter. He tries to steady the pounding in his ears, but every inhale comes quick and uneven.

Sasuke doesn’t look at him, but Naruto is close enough now to see the slight tilt of his head, the subtle pause, the nearly imperceptible lift of his shoulders—tiny signs that Sasuke is listening very closely, drinking in every flustered sound Naruto makes.

Naruto’s stomach folds in on itself.

He hates how aware he is of Sasuke’s presence. He hates how his skin buzzes with it. He hates how something warm coils in his chest each time Sasuke slows just the right amount, as if he wants Naruto on his heels, in his shadow, trailing him like a- Nope. Not finishing that thought.

The forest thickens ahead. Sasuke slips between two wide trunks, and when Naruto follows, he finds they’ve entered a small clearing smothered in shade. 

Sasuke stops.

Naruto, too focused on breathing and not crashing into him again, overshoots by half a step before skidding back in front of him. His chest rises and falls too fast, shirt clinging annoyingly to his spine. His limbs feel jumpy, his fingers twitching like they don’t know where they’re supposed to go.

He looks up.

Sasuke is already watching him.

The world tilts. Naruto’s breath catches. Heat floods his face with the force of a sudden fever, burning across his cheeks and down his neck—Sasuke is unfairly beautiful. The tree behind him presses into his shoulder blades.

The air rushes out of his lungs, and when he opens his mouth to speak, no words come out. He has to wet his lips, has to take a breath so shaky he knows Sasuke hears it.

“What—what’s your problem?” he manages. The words aren’t sharp, they’re breathless. Embarrassing.

Sasuke doesn’t blink.

His gaze drags over Naruto’s face slowly and deliberately, picking apart every flinch and every uneven breath and storing it away to use later. There’s something cool and knowing in his eyes, something that makes Naruto’s pulse jump hard enough that he feels it throb in his throat.

“You’re so predictable, Naruto,” Sasuke says sacthingly. He’s smiling cruelly. “You’re always trailing behind me, like a dog at my heel.”

Naruto glares at the insult and attempts to straighten his spine, tries to pull his shoulders back like he isn’t pinned in place by the weight of Sasuke’s attention. His body refuses. His hands curl at his sides, fingers twitching with leftover adrenaline.

Sasuke moves a fraction closer, and Naruto feels the heat of him slide along his skin, brushing the front of his shirt. The lack of skin-to-skin contact all the more noticeable.

His knees nearly buckle.

He catches himself on the tree, palms flat against the bark behind him. The rough texture digs into his skin, grounding him just enough to keep his legs from giving out under the sudden rush of heat in his stomach.

“Sasuke,” he whispers into the dense air of the forest.

Sasuke just continues to move closer, not touching, not speaking, just encroaching into Naruto’s space until his world shrinks to nothing but the sound of Sasuke’s breathing and the hypnotic pull of his chakra.  

Naruto meets his dark gaze and has the dizzying realization that he isn’t sure how much he wants to get away.

Or if he wants to get away at all.

—

Naruto looks wrecked in the clearing—flushed, panting, hair plastered to his forehead, eyes wide and uncertain in a way that sends a sharp, undeniable pulse of satisfaction straight through Sasuke’s chest. It’s almost funny, how hard Naruto tries to hide the way he trembles, how he presses his palms behind him against the tree trunk as if he can stabilize himself, how his breath keeps snagging at the edges whenever Sasuke steps closer, like the very idea of Sasuke closing the distance scrapes right up against some nerve he’s spent years ignoring.

Sasuke takes in all of it as he approaches: the trembling inhale, the twitch of Naruto’s fingers, the faint, stubborn shake in his knees, the way his gaze flickers to Sasuke’s mouth and then darts away, guilty and flustered. Each detail strokes Sasuke’s ego further, leaving no doubt about where the blonde’s mind is wandering.

Good.

He stops just close enough that Naruto has to tilt his chin up to meet his eyes. Naruto does, hesitantly, and the startling vulnerability in the movement makes Sasuke’s stomach flip with sharp selfishness. He leans in slightly, letting Naruto feel his shadow and his warmth and the deliberate weight of his gaze, just to watch the boy swallow hard, throat bobbing visibly in the low light.

Sasuke lets the silence stretch thin, watching Naruto try—to his credit—to rebuild some semblance of confidence, though his breathing is still uneven and his cheeks remain stained pink. Naruto’s fingers curl and uncurl at his sides like he can’t decide whether to push Sasuke away or grab hold of him.

Sasuke tilts his head, voice quiet and sharp as a blade drawn in the dark.

“Tell me something, Naruto.” The other’s name rolls off his tongue with familiarity, slow and sensual. 

Naruto straightens instinctively, the barest flicker of stubbornness lifting his chin. Sasuke wants to laugh. Naruto has no idea how transparent he is.

Sasuke steps close enough that their chests almost brush. Naruto’s breath catches audibly.

“Back there,” Sasuke murmurs, eyes half-lidded as he studies Naruto’s endless restlessness, “when you introduced that imitation to me…”

Naruto flinches. He moves to speak, to defend himself and his team, but no sound leaves him. Sasuke watches the soft, quick rise of his chest, the silent, desperate inhalation as Naruto tries to collect himself. Carefully, Sasuke brings his hand to Naruto’s face, gripping Naruto’s chin between his long and delicate fingers. Sasuke leans in, tantalizingly close. 

“…did you actually think he could take my place?”

Naruto’s face floods with a color so deep that Sasuke can feel the warmth beneath his fingers. He stammers, not even properly forming words, just little broken sounds of denial that dissolve before they leave his tongue.

Sasuke’s lips curve, slow and cutting, pleased in a way he doesn’t bother to hide.

“Hmm.” He lets the noncommittal sound roll out gently, almost indulgently. “That’s not what it looked like.”

Naruto shakes his head, trying to dislodge Sasuke’s grip, but there’s no strength in the motion. Sasuke watches the way his chest tightens, eyes darting to the forest floor like he’s embarrassed to be seen unraveling under something as simple as Sasuke’s attention. Naruto was always surprisingly quick to bashfulness.

Sasuke preens at the blonde’s responsiveness. He takes a final step forward, erasing the last sliver of space between them. Naruto chokes on another noise of surprise, shoulders hitting the tree as if the rough bark might anchor him.

Sasuke studies Naruto’s expression attentively, his eyes dark and molten enough that he may as well have activated the sharingan. Naruto won’t meet his gaze. Deliberately, Sasuke slides his thumb across Naruto’s cheek, brushing lightly over the other boy’s lips. They part easily at the touch.

Sasuke feels something smug and vicious twist inside him.

“Naruto.” His voice drops lower, velvet around steel. “Look at me.”

Naruto does, slowly, eyes wide and bright and painfully earnest. Sasuke feels the weight of that gaze like a hand pressed against his sternum.

“You follow me,” Sasuke says, watching Naruto’s expression tighten at the reminder. “Not him. Not anyone else. They’re beneath you, you know that.”

Naruto’s breath stutters again. Sasuke leans in until he can feel the warmth of that trembling breath against his cheek.

“You chased me here,” he whispers, tone dropping to a dangerous softness, “just like you always do. Like I knew you would.”

Naruto shakes his head weakly, but Sasuke watches his pupils dilate, watches the way his fingers dig into the bark behind him like he’s holding on for dear life. His denial is a formality and nothing else.

Sasuke lets his smirk sharpen.

“Don’t lie,” he murmurs, his other hand coming to rest on Naruto’s hip, catching the heat there. “You came running the moment I turned my back. You didn’t even hesitate.”

Naruto squeezes his eyes shut for half a second, chest rising in an unsteady swell. When he opens them again, the flustered shine in them is almost too much—too honest, too exposed.

Sasuke feels something hot coil beneath his ribs. He’s hard by now. Maybe he’s been hard since the moment he caught a glimpse of Naruto’s older self back at the compound.

He leans in close enough that his lips nearly touch the edge of Naruto’s ear when he speaks. “And now… we’re out here all alone.”

Naruto’s whole body trembles.

And Sasuke—selfish, jealous, unbearably smug Sasuke—feels a dark, possessive satisfaction settle into him like a second heartbeat.

“Are you excited about that, Naruto? It’s okay, you don’t have to answer.” Slowly, he slides his thumb between Naruto’s still-parted lips, the blonde’s mouth soft and warm. Sasuke presses down on his tongue, and it curves obediently around the digit. 

Naruto’s pupils are impossibly blown as he stares up at Sasuke, almost more black now than blue. With his mouth in use, he can’t exactly respond, so Sasuke speaks for him. “I think you are. I think you followed me out here because you knew what would happen. What we would do.”

Sasuke pulls his thumb out of Naruto’s mouth, smearing the spit on Naruto’s lips until they glisten prettily. He doesn’t think Naruto is breathing at all anymore. 

“Sasuke- I don’t-”

“What did I say about lying, Dobe. Besides, there's nobody to see us now.” Sasuke’s own lips brush softly against the corner of Naruto’s mouth when he speaks next, “You can do what you want.”

Naruto makes an aborted motion to press his lips fully against Sasuke’s, but hesitates at the last moment. Sasuke is more than willing to fulfill Naruto’s silent wish, kissing Naruto with unabated force. The kiss is nothing like their incident in the academy all those years ago. 

This one is hot and smooth—Naruto’s lips are soft and plush, moving against Sasuke’s own with an effortless he shouldn’t possess. It was as if their mouths were made to fit together, as if every decision they’d made until then had led to this moment. 

Sasuke tilts Naruto’s chin upwards, using his slight height advantage to take control of the situation. The harshness of his kiss forces Naruto’s mouth open, inviting Sasuke’s tongue inside. Naruto makes a noise of shocked pleasure, and Sasuke drinks it in hungrily. 

Sasuke has been desired his whole life; he is beautiful after all. But something about Naruto wanting him—the idiotic, blonde, hot head who chases after him with a restless abandon—it sends a fire pulsing through his veins.

By the time Sasuke pulls away, they are both gasping for breath, Naruto leaning heavily against the trunk of the tree behind him. His lips are wet and pink, and his eyes are so shiny. He manages to look paradoxically innocent and debouched—the combination is so enticing that Sasuke flashes his sharingan, capturing the moment permanently in his memory. 

The sudden red startles Naruto, and he jerks backward automatically, tipping him off balance, his legs having nowhere to go. Sasuke catches him, using his body to trap Naruto fully against the trunk behind him. With Sasuke’s knee pressed forward to hold Naruto up, there can be no mistaking the hardness between Naruto’s legs. Sasuke smirks. 

Naruto throws his head back and releases a strangled little gasp as Sasuke presses his knee upward, guiding Naruto’s thighs to part as he unwittingly grinds himself against Sasuke. Sasuke takes advantage of Naruto’s bared neck, surging forward to press a myriad of kisses to the exposed skin. He slows at the point where Naruto’s neck meets his shoulder, the pulse point fluttering excitedly under his touch as Sasuke sucks at the juncture, intending to mark. He feels Naruto’s fingers in his hair as his teeth nip Naruto’s skin, the blonde tugging incessantly at Sasuke’s black locks, willing him to continue. 

As he ruins Naruto’s perfectly unblemished complexion, Sasuke makes good use of his own hands, running them up Naruto’s chest and stopping at the zipper of his top. Absently, he wonders if Naruto wears an undershirt beneath his jacket. Slowly, he glides the zipper downwards, revealing tan, bare skin.

That answers that question.

Sasuke pulled the rest of Naruto’s jacket off of him, the blonde malleable and willing beneath his touch. Once Naruto is fully shirtless, Sasuke pulls away entirely, leaning back to admire him. If Sasuke is classically beautiful, Naruto can be nothing but gorgeous. 

His chest is still heaving as he catches his breath at the sudden reprieve, the tightly coiled muscle of his abdomen expanding and contracting with each breath. Sasuke’s gaze catches on the deep V carved below his abs, where his pants hang low on his waist, and he swallows. There are two deep, purple bruises beginning to form on his neck, sure to be fully visible in his shinobi outfit. Sasuke smirks, satisfied with his successful claiming. 

Naruto is watching Sasuke’s careful studying wearily, clearly embarrassed. “What?” he asks, an adorable pout on his face. 

Sasuke’s smirk deepens. “Just admiring my work.”

Naruto scowls instantly, “Asshole!” he grunts, moving to shove Sasuke’s shoulder away. Sasuke catches Naruto’s wrist effortlessly and pins it over his head, crowding into Naruto’s space once more. Instantly, Naruto snaps his mouth shut, the red flush returning with full force. 

Sasuke looms over him. He was so entertaining—the most entertaining person Sasuke has ever known. “Don’t be shy now, Naruto,” he says, amusement clear in his tone. “But if you’re gonna have such a big, dirty mouth, we should at least put it to work.”

He releases Naruto’s wrist, bringing his own hand down to rest on Naruto’s bare shoulder. Slowly and carefully, he pushes down, gentle enough that Naruto could fight it easily.

Naruto sinks to his knees without resistance. 

The rush Sasuke gets from seeing the other boy kneeling in front of him is indescribable. Naruto’s lips are parted and his eyes hooded as he stares up at Sasuke from the ground, ready and willing. For the first time, Sasuke has to force himself to swallow down the dryness in his mouth.

Fuck.

Sasuke grabs Naruto’s hair with one hand while he undoes his purple rope belt with the other. Only when Sasuke’s cloak is discarded fully, revealing the hard outline of his cock straining against his trousers, does Naruto break eye contact. Blue eyes widened with nervousness at the size of the print, and he’s too afraid to pull his eyes away. 

Slowly, Sasuke pulls his dick out from beneath his waistband, the head weeping and pink as it pulses in tandem with Sasuke’s desire. Sasuke tightens his grip in Naruto’s hair, smiling meanly. He hadn’t realized just how long he’s been waiting for this moment.

He gives his dick a single stroke, pushing the tip against Naruto’s cheek, smearing his whiskers with precum. His pretty blue eyes squeeze shut in response, nose wrinkling. Sasuke frowns; he doesn’t want that. 

Releasing his grip on his cock, Sasuke reaches out and slaps Naruto across his other cheek, maybe a little harder than necessary. Naruto’s lids fly open in shock, his face shoved further against Sasuke’s dick from the moment. 

“Keep your eyes open,” Sasuke instructs, unapologetic. “I want to see how pretty they are.”

Naruto flushes but nods, flicking his gaze up to meet Sasuke’s. Sasuke smirks—he really was eager to do anything for Sasuke’s attention. Lucky for him, Sasuke is more than willing to give it.

Carefully, Sasuke guides the head of his cock to rest against Naruto’s already-swollen lips. With just the slightest bit of pressure, they part easily, and Naruto takes all of Sasuke in a single thrust. 

The blonde splutters around Sasuke’s length, tears collecting at the edges of his wide eyes, but Sasuke ignores the noise of protest. There’s no stopping him now. Besides, knowing Naruto, the boy could definitely take it. 

It takes Naruto a few more strokes for his throat to adjust before he starts sucking Sasuke in earnest. He bobs up and down along Sasuke’s cock, his lips stretching obscenely around the girth. At one point, he pulls off almost completely and swirls his tongue around Sasuke’s tip, peering up at him innocently through tear-clumped lashes. 

Sasuke hisses in satisfaction. Clearly, Naruto must’ve taken a peek at some of Jiraya’s more explicit writing. Not that Sasuke’s complaining. 

In response, Sasuke forces Naruto all the way back down, his nose brushing Sasuke’s pelvis. Naruto gags at the unexpected movement, hands coming up to brace himself on Sasuke’s thighs. He grips the material of Sasuke’s pants desperately as he forces himself to adjust to the stretch, hitting his palm against Sasuke’s leg in a plea for air. 

Sasuke ignores him, head thrown back in pleasure as the blonde’s throat spasms around his throbbing dick. 

When he finally releases his grip on Naruto’s hair and pulls away, Naruto has true tears pouring down his cheeks, his eyes glistening wetly. Spit drips down his chin, and a thick line is connecting his plush lips to Sasuke’s cock. 

Sasuke’s sharingan flickers back to life at the sinful sight, unwilling to forget even a second of this interaction. Naruto doesn’t react to the sudden crimson, blinking up at the other slowly from his place on his knees, still recovering from the lack of air. Sasuke can see the hardness of Naruto’s own cock straining against the ridiculous orange of his trousers. 

Fuck, Sasuke needs to have him now. He needs all of him. 

Sasuke hauls Naruto to his feet, the blonde’s legs unsteady beneath his own weight. He nearly collapses into Sasuke’s arms, dazed, but Sasuke keeps him upright, guiding Naruto’s forearms to brace him against the large tree trunk he’d previously been pinned to. Once he’s stable and recovered, Naruto positions himself properly, he walks his feet backwards, away from the tree, and arches his back, baring himself for Sasuke. 

Sasuke smirks at Naruto’s eagerness, trailing his hand down the curve of Naruto’s back, stopping just before the line of his pants. He hooks two fingers under Naruto’s waistband and pulls, the material sliding down to reveal the smooth skin of his round ass. 

Sasuke’s cock pulses in the cold forest air. 

He grips one of Naruto’s ass cheeks, reveling in the plush feeling of the soft flesh beneath his hand. The skin here is paler than the rest of him—no doubt from lack of sun—and some inner part of Sasuke purrs at the thought. No one but him gets to see Naruto like this, exposed and bare. Fucking Sai would certainly never get the chance.

Naruto himself has squeezed his eyes shut, hiding his face in his chest at the vulnerable positioning. Sasuke ignores the disobedience as he takes in the expanse of the blonde’s entirely naked body. Naruto’s cock is hanging untouched between his thighs, an angry, pulsing red. 

Smirking, Sasuke strokes his own dick, gathering Naruto’s slick spit in his hand before gripping Naruto’s cock. The sudden touch makes Naruto cry out—a sharp aah—in both surprise and arousal. The sound shoots pleasure straight through Sasuke’s blood, and he begins to move his hand tantalizingly slowly up and down the length of Naruto’s shaft. 

Saliva pools in his mouth as hunger and need churn in his stomach. His restraint is thinning. Still, there are few things Sasuke loves more in life than tormenting Naruto. 

Without warning, he releases his hand, leaving Naruto to the mercy of the cool, damp air. Naruto whines at the loss of contact, desperate after holding out for so long, and glances back at Sasuke in confusion. “W-why’d you stop?”

Sasuke’s lips twist with mirth as he pats Naruto’s ass cheek with condescension. “Patience, Naruto.” He circles around the prone boy, dragging his nails lightly across Naruto’s nakedness. As he approaches his face, Sasuke holds his hand out in front of Naruto’s mouth. “Spit,” 

Naruto scowls at the command, making Sasuke roll his eyes. “I doubt either of us wants me to fuck you dry. Spit.”

Naruto spits. 

Sasuke smirks. “Good boy.”

Sputtering at both the pet name and the patronizing tone, Naruto huffs, turning his head away. Sasuke takes private enjoyment in the scarlet flush on the back of Naruto’s neck.

Making his way back to his original position, Sasuke grips Naruto’s ass cheeks, his grip far from gentle as he prys them apart. Maybe he’ll have bruises tomorrow, Sasuke ponders, the thought of the potential markings shooting another pulse of heat through him. 

Between the soft mounds of Naruto’s ass lies the blonde’s puckered hole, dusty pink and tight, looking entirely untouched. Sasuke wets his lips in anticipation, tracing the rim with a dry finger before applying the slightest bit of pressure to test the give. The virgin opening resists any stretch, returning to its original position the moment Sasuke removes his touch. 

Fuck, Sasuke can’t wait to be inside Naruto, feeling his tight, silky smooth insides like a vice grip around his dick. Using the hand Naruto spat in, he dribbles the saliva over the entrance, watching it slide down Naruto’s taint towards his balls. Naruto shivers at the unfamiliar sensation, his hole fluttering in tandem with his nervousness. Sasuke watches it wink up at him, enraptured. Soon, Naruto’s asshole will be gaping and ruined, dripping Sasuke’s cum onto the forest floor as the blonde trembles uselessly. 

Not willing to let any go to waste, Sasuke uses delicate fingers to scoop Naruto’s spit back upwards, dragging his fingers against the sensitive space between Naruto’s ass and dick and smearing the spit over Naruto’s hole properly. He circles the entrance with the tip of his finger teasingly. 

Naruto’s chin falls forward, and he arches back into Sasuke’s touch, demanding and restless. Sasuke’s eyes glint—alright, if you want to be so impatient. 

Without warning, Sasuke presses his saliva-slick finger into Naruto’s hole.

—

Naruto goes rigid with the unexpected intrusion; he can’t help it. The feeling is like nothing he’s ever felt before. Out of Naruto’s view, his dick throbs painfully, harder than ever before. He feels Sasuke's big, soft hand against his hip, rubbing surprisingly soothing circles along the skin there, telling him to relax, relax. 

Naruto can’t relax, but he tries to anyway. He wasn’t this. Gods, he wants this so much. He just has to trust what Sasuke is doing. Reluctantly, Naruto’s muscles unclench, and Sasuke begins to slowly pump his long, slim digit in and out of him. 

The stretch is simultaneously too much and not enough. As if sensing his desire, Sasuke adds a second finger to his manipulations, stretching Naruto open as he scissors them apart. Naruto feels the cool air on his insides and resists the urge to squirm. Soon, Sasuke adds his own spit to Naruto’s ass, the added lubricant helping ease the burn as he adds another finger. 

Naruto is truly panting now, feeling more full than he ever has before. Each breath is a ragged inhale, a desperate attempt to fill his lungs with air. Just when he finally feels he’s regaining the ability to breathe, Sasuke’s fingers curl around something inside of him. 

Naruto gives a full-body jerk as he cries out, the muscles of his stretched hole tightening around Sasuke’s fingers, trying to keep him there. “What- what was that?” Naruto asks breathlessly. 

Sasuke doesn’t answer him; he just does it again. Naruto’s legs buckle at the sensation, nearly giving out beneath him. He moans, long, low, and raspy. “Sasuke.” 

Sasuke continues to stretch him open, curling his long fingers against that hypersensitive spot inside of him, clearly enjoying the way Naruto is falling apart beneath him. The rush of pleasure is unrelenting, and Naruto wonders if he can cum from just being fingered. 

His dick remains hanging below him, completely abandoned by Sasuke. Naruto considers reaching back and relieving some of the pressure himself, but he worries he might collapse to the floor completely without both hands to brace himself on the tree. 

Sasuke rubs circles against Naruto’s prostate once more, and all conscious thought is banished from his mind, drowned by the overwhelming wave of pleasure. Then, Sasuke is pulling his fingers away completely, Naruto’s now-empty hole clenching around nothing as it chases the feeling of fullness. 

Inadvertently, Naruto mewls at the loss, pressing his ass up and back toward Sasuke. Naruto snaps his mouth shut in shame—he’d certainly never made that noise before. Behind him, Sasuke chuckles darkly in amusement. The noise causes a fluttery feeling to bloom within Naruto’s chest, and he tries to push it down. Damn Sasuke and his sexy laugh!

While Nauto is lamenting the attractiveness of his rival, he feels his cheeks being spread once more and something hot and thick—much thicker than Sasuke’s fingers—being pressed against his opening. 

Sasuke’s cock.

Its all the warning he gets before Sasuke slams into him, successfully forcing all air out of Naruto’s lungs. The blonde’s mouth falls open in an silent “oh” as he’s pushed forward with the strength of Sasuke’s thrust. He turns his head to the side to avoid running face-first into the trunk of the tree, the roughness of the bark leaving a shallow scrape against his cheek. 

Sasuke holds Naruto still as he’s split open, pale hands bruising as he keeps Naruto ass flush with his hips. Naruto can’t breathe. Sasuke lets out a deep groan of pleasure, Naruto’s heat pulsing around him. 

“You feel so good,” Sasuke says breathlessly, squeezing Naruto’s waist even tighter, “Better than I’ve ever imagined.”

Naruto swallows. Sasuke had imagined this?

His thoughts don’t linger on the question long before Sasuke is slowly sliding his dick out of him, the drag a stinging pleasure along his stretched hole. Right before the tip pops out, Sasuke slams back in again, just as rough as before. This time, though, Sasuke hits Naruto’s prostrate head on, a hundred times stronger than his fingers had been. 

Naruto screams, the sound echoing through the previously silent pleasure. His vision goes white as his legs give out beneath him. Sasuke catches him easily as he continues to thrust, slowly lowering the two of them to the floor now that Naruto is incapable of supporting himself. 

Naruto vocalizes a repetitive “Ahh, ahh, ahh,” in rhythm with Sasuke’s strokes, uncaring of the volume. With Naruto arched in the dirt, Sasuke can lean over him further, nipping at Naruto’s neck as he whispers, “Quiet now, you wouldn’t Team Kakashi to come and find you like this, would you?”

Naruto tries to picture what he looks like right now, as fucked out as he feels. “N-no,” he manages, through his cries of pleasure. His fingers grip the grass next to his face in a desperate attempt to ground himself in the face of Sasuke’s relentless pounding. 

“What would my poor sensei think of you right now, all stretched out around my dick and moaning like a whore. What would Sai think?”

Sai. The thought is unwanted, but it comes anyway. Sai hates Sasuke, truly hates him. Not an hour ago, they’d had blades at each other's throats. Sai would be horrified. 

Naruto finds he doesn’t care. 

He tells Sasuke as much. “Don’t care. It feels- nngh- it feels so good.”

“Right answer.” Sasuke uses Naruto’s hair to pull him out of the dirt before finally, finally, wrapping his full hand around Naruto’s weeping cock. Naruto cums instantly, stars flooding his vision as his body spasms with indescribable pleasure. 

White seed splatters on the ground in front of him before Sasuke releases his grip on his hair, and Naruto falls forward once again, boneless. He hits the ground hard, skull bouncing once before Sasuke is pressing his palm to the back of Naruto’s head for leverage, forcing his already-scraped cheek into the dirt. Naruto takes the rough treatment without complaint, submitting entirely to Sasuke’s whims.

—

Truthfully, Sasuke had cast a genjutsu around the clearing the moment Naruto caught up with him, meaning there was no risk of Team 7 stumbling upon the two of them. He doesn’t want anyone interrupting them, after all. Still, Naruto doesn’t know that.

The blonde is gorgeous beneath him, arched beautifully to take Sasuke’s relentless pounding as he rocks further into the muddy ground with each thrust. 

Naruto had unconsciously activated his chakra when Sasuke had dropped him carelessly to the floor, the flow of it triggering the seal on his stomach. The dark ink flickers into existence, disrupting the expansive tan skin on his stomach. Absently, Sasuke wonders if the fox is watching them right now—watching his jailer at the mercy of Sasuke cock, face pressed into the ground and back arched, desperate to be filled. 

Suddenly eager to see his expression, Sasuke manhandles Naruto onto his back and continues his relentless assault on the blonde’s ass. Naruto’s expression is wrecked; his eyes are glazed over in pleasure, the spit from Sasuke’s earlier face fucking still dried on his chin, the marks on his neck are a stark purple, and his mouth lolled open as he pants. His dick is already half-hard again, begging for more attention. 

The seal is all the more visible in this position. Sasuke eyes it with fascination, watching the shape of it warp as Sasuke’s dick thrusts into Naruto, causing Naruto’s normally flat stomach to extend outwards. Sasuke commits the perverse stretch to memory, ever grateful for the sharingan. 

Sasuke shifts forward until he’s pretty much planking over top of Naruto’s prone form. He presses Naruto’s legs up toward his shoulders, the new position providing him with more access than ever before. He presses as far into Naruto as he can, both of them moaning in tandem. Ever after this relentless fucking, Naruto is just so tight. 

Sasuke’s muscled forearms form a cage around Naruto’s face, and the paler boy leans in to capture Naruto’s open mouth in a demanding kiss. Naruto kisses back obediently, whimpering into it as Sasuke licks into his mouth and nibbles on his swollen lips. 

Naruto sniffs when Sasuke finally pulls away, and it's only then that Sasuke realizes he’s begun to cry once more. Tears of pleasure well at the corners of his shiny blue eyes—the sight alone nearly sends Sasuke over the edge. 

He leans down at licks at one of the spilled tears, the taste salty on his tongue. Sasuke can feel his own climax approaching, and he sits back on his knees, intent on seeing all of Naruto when he cums. He lifts Naruto’s easily to meet his hips in the air as the rest of Naruto’s body bends uselessly down to the floor. The bulge of Sasuke’s cock is even more prominent in this position and Sasuke groans, his hips stuttering. 

Naruto’s own dick is at full attention now, still covered with strings of cum from his previous orgasm. Sasuke releases one hand from Naruto’s hip to wrap around the blonde’s cock, stroking rapidly as his hips jut forward. 

The rising tide of pleasure is impossible to ignore now; Sasuke has to fight the urge to close his eyes at the overwhelming feeling. He needs to see this, needs this burned into his mind forever. 

Naruto has drool dripping out of his open mouth as he moans—more of a high whine than a groan—writhing with overstimulation at Sasuke’s touch. It hadn’t even been ten minutes since he’d cum last. Sasuke pays his protests no mind, fully committed to chasing his own arousal. 

His thrusts become more and more irregular as the seconds tick past. Naruto keens at the force of them. Finally, finally, Sasuke’s breathing grows ragged, and he snaps his hips once, twice, before burying himself entirely inside Naruto and cuming, hard. 

Naruto follows him a second later, splattering cum all over his stomach and chest, completely overwhelmed by the feeling of being filled with Sasuke’s seed. His hole twitches around Sasuke’s cock, milking the other boy for all he could.

Sasuke falls on top of Naruto again, catching himself before he crushes the unsuspecting blonde, and stays still for a moment, panting. Slowly, once he’s caught his breath, he pulls out of Naruto’s silky entrance and climbs to his feet. 

As he fetches his discarded top and belt, Sasuke studies the prone form in front of him. Naruto is splayed out in a debauched position, staring up at the forest canopy with unseeing eyes. His chest heaves dramatically, and he’s covered in drool and cum. Sasuke circles him, admiring his work. He kicks Naruto’s legs open as wide as they’ll go—sinfully wide, he now knows—exposing his gaping hole, stretched and leaking Sasuke’s load. Once he finishes retying his waistband, he squats between Naruto things and pushes the white substance back up over the rim. 

Naruto doesn’t even twitch. 

With one last appreciative glance, Sasuke disappears into the woods, breaking the concealment genjutsu as he leaves. Let Naruto’s “Team” find him like this. Let them see what Sasuke did to him, how much he enjoyed it.

Maybe then they’ll finally understand just who Naruto belongs to.