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Sasuke wakes to restless movement on his right.
Historically, Sasuke has always been a light sleeper. He has never been able to afford the luxury of sleeping through the night. Never able to rest, never able to settle, always on alert. But after Naruto, like so many things about him, that changes.
It starts sometime after the war, sometime after Sasuke has returned on one of his missions. Instead of going to hand in his report, Sasuke breaks in through Naruto’s window and climbs into his twin-sided bed, and when Naruto looks at him with a bewildered expression, he simply says “I’m tired.” Naruto just arranges the blanket so it covers both of them and says “me, too.” Sasuke sleeps completely through the night, much to his surprise. Naruto kisses him in the morning like it was something they’ve always done, and then it became something they always did.
Peace is an unfamiliar taste in his mouth, but he is getting used to the flavor. But sometimes, it simply just all catches up with them.
A night like tonight, when the clouds block out any trace of starlight and the wind howls and the branches tap tap tap against the window, it’s hard to forget everything it took to get here.
Sasuke blinks himself more awake and realizes that the source of the restlessness is coming from Naruto.
“It’s not fair,” Naruto growls, eyes screwed shut, teeth bared, canines out, sheets twisted between his legs.
“Naruto, wake up,” Sasuke whispers, shaking Naruto gently. Naruto is trapped in a nightmare, and what’s left of Sasuke’s heart threatens to break to see Naruto in such a state. He can taste his distress, his panic thick in the air, can feel his chakra swirling too chaotically for him to get a hold on it.
“You belong to me! They can’t take you away from me!” Naruto yells out, chest heaving, a layer of sweat coating his neck. His eyes fly open, and Sasuke inhales sharply as wild red eyes stare back at him.
“Naruto,” Sasuke cautions, putting his hand up, palm towards him, feeling an intense pulse of Naruto’s chakra aimed directly at him. The fox has taken over, has clouded his vision, Naruto’s emotions running too high for logic to be factored in anywhere. Naruto is caught somewhere between waking and his nightmare, and it is so intense that he can’t tell the difference. He is unraveling, and fast.
“Sasuke,” Naruto growls out, and then he pounces.
Naruto covers Sasuke’s body with his own, completely pinning him to the mattress. Naruto holds Sasuke’s arms over his head, legs straddling his waist, his entire body weight on top of Sasuke. Sasuke tries to use his rinnegan to get through to him, Naruto dips his head down, breaking eye contact. Sasuke gasps as Naruto’s tongue licks Sasuke’s collarbone all the way up to his ear, his eyes fluttering shut as Naruto shifts closer.
“Mine,” Naruto whispers.
Naruto licks and bites his way down Sasuke’s body, mapping every inch of his skin. He places kisses on the scars there, careful with the most vulnerable parts of him even now, and bites down on the unmarred skin, determined to write a new history there. Every press of his lips to his skin sets Sasuke’s nerves alight, like a bolt of lightning, gathering strength before it strikes.
“Naruto - “ Sasuke begins, and Naruto’s face snaps up from where it is nestled in the crease of Sasuke’s thigh, piercing gaze locks in on the way Sasuke’s chest quickly rises and falls, his body flushed red with his own want.
Sasuke blinks to activate his rinnegan again, but Naruto suddenly flips Sasuke over onto his stomach. Sasuke gasps out as Naruto begins placing hot, open mouthed kisses down the length of his spine, his hands caressing his ribs, fingers pressing between the spaces of each one, as if he is trying to break through the sinew of his body and get to his beating heart, to rip it out, hold it up to the light in his bare hands for tangible proof that it belongs to him.
Naruto’s movements are messy and frantic, as if he is running out of time and needs to make the most of it. They have time now, nothing but languid and peaceful days ahead of them, but it's hard to remember that when the moon is behind a shadow and there’s nothing but darkness surrounding them and the fear of losing each other is too close to the surface to pretend it’s just a shallow wound.
Naruto gets to the base of Sasuke’s spine, and he presses Sasuke’s hips into the mattress with the palms of his hands. Sasuke hisses as his rapidly hardening length is caught in the friction of the sheets as Naruto kneels behind him. Then Sasuke yelps and turns to look as Naruto hauls his hips in the air, spreading his thighs wide apart.
Naruto’s lips unfurl into a primal snarl, pointed canine teeth glinting. His expression is feral, eyes blown wide and red, fixed directly at Sasuke. Sasuke thinks about activating his rinnegan, but the heat radiating off Naruto makes him swallow thickly instead, heart hammering in his chest, electrical current of anticipation buzzing underneath his skin.
“Mine.”
Naruto dips his head down, and Sasuke’s mind goes completely blank at the burst of pleasure that comes from the press of Naruto’s tongue at his entrance. A broad, warm sweep of his tongue has Sasuke unraveling, his fist flying up into his mouth as he bites down on it, hard enough to bleed, trying to ground himself against the onslaught of sensation Naruto is giving him. His rinnegan is long forgotten as his eyes flutter shut. Naruto’s tongue is merciless as it prods into him, hands kneading the flesh of Sasuke’s thighs, thoroughly consuming him.
Naruto reaches and takes Sasuke’s fist out of his mouth, replacing it with his fingers, and they both moan when Sasuke begins to suck on them, coating Naruto’s fingers completely. Sasuke’s cheeks concave as he tries to swallow them down his throat, and he actually whimpers when Naruto pulls them out.
“Fuck, Naruto -” Sasuke whimpers out, surprising himself with how close it sounds to begging.
Fortunately, Naruto doesn’t keep him waiting. He traces Sasuke’s opening once with his fingertips before he presses into him steadily - the burn and stretch of his finger moving inside him has Sasuke screwing his eyes shut, mouth open in a silent scream, but it just feels so good. He feels himself teetering on the edge of pain and pleasure, and right in the middle is where Sasuke knows he is loved.
Sasuke’s body feels like an exposed nerve that’s being directly hit with a chidori, and he slams his hand back over mouth to keep from crying out as Naruto works a second finger in and pulls out torturously slowly, twisting them as he goes. It drags a gasp out from Sasuke’s lips as his fingers brush that spot inside of him when he crooks his fingers.
“Like that?” Naruto asks, and for a moment he sounds more like himself, his voice boyish and loving, like Sasuke’s pleasure is getting through to him, working its way into his bloodstream and pulling him out from the fog, but then his fingers repeat the motion over and over until tears spring from Sasuke’s eyes, and they both get a little lost in each other.
Naruto’s fingers continue to make tight circles deep inside, pressing in just right there, and Sasuke wants to take everything Naruto gives him. If Naruto can handle anything Sasuke throws at him, Sasuke can do the same for Naruto. No one else is made for him the way he is. No one else was created for him the way he is.
White knuckles fist the sheets beneath him as Naruto sets a brutal pace, fingers twisting and caressing inside, thrusting hard, nearly pulling all the way out and plunging back in, and Sasuke pushes back against them just as strong. Naruto leans down and scrapes a bruise on the curve of Sasuke’s ass with his teeth as his fingers pump in and out of him, and Sasuke wishes it would draw blood.
“Naruto, ah, ah -” Sasuke rasps, breathy and desperate as Naruto’s fingers thrust against that spot over and over again, the intensity dizzying. Heightened pleasure courses through his veins, and Sasuke feels like his very self is beginning to fracture into pieces. It’s all too much, and it’s not enough, and Sasuke can’t help the desperate cries that escape his lips as he can feel himself approaching release.
Naruto reaches around and grips his length, and oh, just one touch is all it takes. It’s enough for his body to tense and the tears to fall and a strangled cry to be ripped from his throat as white hot heat explodes in his bloodstream, reaching all corners of his body until he is filled with nothing but Naruto.
Naruto fucks him through it, fingers not slowing in their pace as Sasuke rides out his orgasm. Sasuke barely feels like his soul has returned to his body before Naruto growls out “more, I need more.”
Suddenly, something outside of their window snaps. Likely a twig being broken against the wind, but Naruto’s head whips around at the sound, hackles raised, hand already forming a rasengan against the unknown threat.
“I’ll kill them,” he growls out, low and dangerous, and he goes to move off the bed, but Sasuke sits himself up and grabs onto Naruto’s arm.
“Look at me,” Sasuke commands. “Now.”
Naruto turns his head and looks at him, eyes wild, teeth bared, chest heaving.
Slowly, gently, Sasuke lifts his hand around Naruto’s neck to bring his forehead to his, pulling his body so he’s sitting in his lap. Naruto can’t look anywhere else but deep into Sasuke’s eyes, the two of them breathing in tandem.
This time, when Sasuke activates his rinnegan, Naruto doesn’t look away. Too caught up in looking at Sasuke to try and resist what is happening to himself, and isn’t that just Naruto all over? Something in Naruto’s body finally finally relaxes, and he takes deep breaths as all the tension leaves his body.
“That’s it,” Sasuke murmurs, fingers carding through Naruto’s hair, willing him to settle, pulsing his chakra against Naruto’s until it cradles him there, too. Naruto blinks once, twice, and then familiar blue eyes are looking back at Sasuke.
“Sasuke,” Naruto sighs out, closing his eyes and fully leaning into his touch.
“Welcome back,” Sasuke whispers. Naruto wraps his arms around Sasuke’s waist, squeezing him tightly.
“I thought - it felt so real, I thought they were -” Naruto stammers, burying his head into Sasuke’s shoulder.
“I know,” Sasuke says, pressing a kiss to his temple. “They aren’t going to.”
They stay like that for a moment, Sasuke running his fingers up and down Naruto’s spine until his body no longer trembles with every breath, finally bringing his head up from where it was tucked in Sasuke’s neck, meeting his eyes. Those familiar ocean blue eyes stare back at him, seeing every part of Sasuke and loving him for it, and something tight finally loosens in Sasuke’s chest.
“Hi,” Sasuke says softly.
“Heh, hey,” Naruto says back. He ducks his head sheepishly. “Guess I lost control there. Sorry for - you know. Uh. Yeah.” he mumbles.
How can Sasuke express just how loved Naruto made him feel just then? That Naruto found him worth fighting for, instead of against? That Sasuke was worth burning the world down for?
Sasuke, his actions always running circles around his words, leans in and places a soft kiss to Naruto’s lips. Naruto softly whimpers at the contact, bringing his hands up to cradle Sasuke’s face, holding him there, not wanting to let him go.
Sasuke goes to pull back slightly, but Naruto kisses him harder, holding his face firmly in place as he starts to lick his way into Sasuke’s mouth. Sasuke responds in kind, just as desperate for Naruto as he is for him. The kiss turns up in intensity - teeth clashing, tongues battling, breath intermingling, like they are trying to consume the other, one kiss at a time.
Naruto’s body seems to be moving on its own, grabbing onto Sasuke until there is no space between them. His arms start to roam frantically all over Sasuke’s body, while his hips begin to cant against Saskue’s thigh. Sasuke moves his leg so that Naruto can have better friction, and Naruto makes a noise that sounds half in agony, half wild with desperation, and the pitch of his moan reignites the heat in Sasuke’s gut.
Naruto’s hands are everywhere - in Sasuke’s hair, running over his chest, caressing his shoulders, wrapping around his middle, all while he places open mouthed kisses anywhere he can reach. Sasuke tips his head back while Naruto sucks a bruise onto the underside of his jaw, his relief at being marked by Naruto escaping his lips on a sigh.
Faster and harder Naruto’s hips work against Sasuke’s thigh. Sasuke’s hand comes to press against Naruto’s lower back, pushing him against his body closer, even an inch of space between them feeling like an entire valley’s worth of distance. Naruto’s breath hitches, and Sasuke realizes he is crying.
“Sasuke, Sasuke,” Naruto sobs out, and Sasuke just holds him closer, echoing his name in the beat of his heart.
Sasuke knows what he is feeling, because he feels it, too. Overwhelmed with the enormity of it all. It’s hard to believe they have survived it all, have survived with each other, and would be able to live long enough to be able to experience the other like this. That they are given that luxury of time together.
“I want -” Naruto gasps out against Sasuke’s lips in choked out half sobs, hands scrambling over his shoulders, to his chest, clinging fast to him. “Sasuke, please, I want - oh, I want -“
“Usuratonkachi,” Sasuke grits out, holding Naruto just as tightly. “You have. Always have, always will.”
The tears in Naruto’s eyes spill out over his cheeks. He reaches between them and presses against Sasuke’s length with the heel of his palm, then wraps his fingers around his entire length, intent on bringing Sasuke over the edge with him. As if him feeling good doesn't mean anything if Sasuke isn't feeling the same. Sasuke twists his head so he can kiss Naruto fully, all tongue and teeth, and Naruto begins working him at the pace he is rutting against Sasuke’s thigh.
It doesn’t take long for pleasure to build then snap, and Sasuke finds release in Naruto’s arms for the second time that night. Seeing Sasuke come undone triggers Naruto’s own release, and they are something in tandem, their chakra swelling and shattering into a thousand pieces.
When it finally feels like Sasuke can breathe as himself again, he opens his eyes and sees Naruto looking back at him, a flush high on his cheeks and something like reverence in his eyes. Naruto likes to watch Sasuke, and Sasuke likes to be watched by Naruto. Tale as old as time.
Naruto’s eyes start to droop closed, and Sasuke gathers him into his arms and lays them back down, placing Naruto’s head on his chest and holding him close. Naruto puts his hand over Sasuke’s heart, feeling it beat underneath his fingers, reassurance of presence just under his sternum.
Eventually, the storm outside passes, and the sun comes up. They wake together, as they always do, and they continue about their day, the terrors of the night not quite forgotten, but eased.