Chapter Text
The night was quiet. Somewhere beyond the walls, the city still murmured, but here, in this room, there was only breath and touch. Sasuke lay on his back, his hand resting on Naruto's waist—warm, steady, as if it had never let go.
"I didn't think it would come to this," Naruto murmured, staring at the ceiling.
"Come to what?" Sasuke felt the tension behind his eyes begin to fade.
"To you… listening to me. Staying," he turned his head, "and not killing me."
Sasuke snorted. "Believe me, the thought crossed my mind."
Naruto chuckled—a real, unguarded laugh. That was when Sasuke kissed him—soft, deep—before pulling the blond closer.
"Sit up here."
Naruto hesitated but obeyed, straddling Sasuke slowly, knees pressing into his sides, hands braced on his chest. Sasuke exhaled sharply.
"Damn…"
"Sorry, I'm not a fifty‑kilo girl," Naruto smirked. "But all natural."
"Could be worse," Sasuke's brow lifted as his hand slipped under the edge of Naruto's shirt.
"How long before your 'crazy one' bursts in to stab me?"
"She's not mine," Sasuke replied, pulling the shirt away completely to bare his torso. "And she won't guess where to look."
He wrapped his arms around Naruto's waist and drew him closer, breathing in the scent—familiar, right. No perfume, no powder. Just him. Warm chakra. Hot skin. Everything exactly where it should be.
"Just… be quiet for a couple of minutes," Sasuke murmured, as if everything else was far away.
Naruto mumbled something into his neck.
"If anything," Sasuke muttered toward the ceiling, "I should be worried. Half the village chases after you."
"What are you even talking about?"
"Let's see… Hinata, Sakura, one bastard, another bastard… third one…"
"Teme. Who do you think I am? … And WHO is the third?!"
"An idiot," Sasuke smirked. "Mine."
A shiver ran down Naruto's spine at the words. He leaned in, lips brushing Sasuke's cheek, then his neck, tasting the warmth there.
"Listen," Sasuke's voice dropped, hoarse. "Remember that stupid lesson from Jiraiya…"
"Say one more word about it and I'll bite you," Naruto swatted his ribs.
"You still serious about becoming Hokage?"
"…Yeah. Of course."
Sasuke’s hands slid lower, and Naruto’s breath caught—not from fear, but from the sheer reality of it: warmth, whispered breath, the beat of two hearts falling into one rhythm.
"I'm going to do something… illegal," Sasuke said suddenly, gaze sharpening. He leaned over, pinning Naruto gently. "And someone will get hurt."
"Sasuke."
"Alright—not 'someone,' exactly. I know who. But it's not only revenge. In the end, Konoha will be rid of a parasite. For the future Hokage."
"None of my friends or teachers get hurt."
"They're not my target."
He didn’t name Danzo aloud, but the thought was clear. Sasuke's lips found Naruto's skin again—slow, lingering—tracing faint scars like they were stories. His mind flickered to the thought of anyone else seeing this side of Naruto—and he knew he wouldn't allow it.
"Oh!" A slap to the shoulder. "Teme, are you trying to eat me alive?"
"Sorry," Sasuke propped himself up on his elbows, leaning over the blond to press a quick kiss.
Naruto wasn’t about to let it end there. He caught Sasuke’s lips again, pulling the white shirt from his shoulders, and for a moment felt almost dizzy at the sight above him—as if it were too much to take in at once.
"Oh… damn."
"Hm?"
"Why are you so damn handsome…"
Naruto closed his eyes, giving himself a moment to catch his breath, and felt the weight above him shift and a chill in his lower body from the absence of clothing. He opened one eye just as the brunet sitting at his feet leaned down and kissed the blood-filled bulge through his underwear with his lips. Naruto closed his eyes, arched his back, and a low sound escaped his throat. Sasuke continued, pleased with the reaction, but it seemed like it wasn't enough, so he asked the blond to sit up. The blond flushed, refusing to be the only one naked, and Sasuke traded his underwear for his pants.
"Okay... but do you even know how to do this?"
"Hmm, I don't think it will be difficult.” He pushed Naruto down again, slightly. Taking the boy's length in his right hand, he leaned down and ran his tongue easily from bottom to top.
"Ah..." His hand fell onto the bed beside the brunet's head and clung to the blanket. Uchiha definitely liked this. He grew bolder, took the length into his mouth, feeling Naruto's pulse right there, and made a smooth upward movement. Under the moans, holding Sasuke's writhing body, he continued to change the pace and try different approaches. Suddenly, Naruto's hand was already on Sasuke's head, squeezing his hair. He raised his head, and his own saliva dripped from his lips.
"Sasuke... wait... I can't... hold on," Naruto said, pulling him toward him.
"What do you want? And if you don't want to, say so too," Uchiha asked, looking straight into his lips. Looking at the flushed guy and feeling the heat from his body. A delightful feeling.
"I want to. I... I've wanted this for a long time. With you," said the blond, his tongue barely moving. "Please."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." The blond pulled him into a wet kiss, smelling his scent, but he didn't care. Kissing Uchiha was pure pleasure. Then he stood up, about to get off the bed, when someone fell on him from behind, pressing him against the sheets.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going to... Fuck, get off me, I need lube. Or should I turn into...?"
"No need..." Someone grabbed Sasuke from behind and pulled him away from Naruto. And it was his clone. "Huh? When?"
“Hehehe.” The real Naruto ran naked around the room looking for a suitable bag while the clone caught Uchiha by both arms. The clone whispered in his ear:
“How about we switch?” He laid him on the bed and took off the brunette's underwear.
“Found it,” Naruto slumped to the bed with the jar, simultaneously dispelling the clone. “It's not exactly for this, but it'll do.”
Sasuke, in turn, did not lag behind and knocked him onto the bed, intending to regain dominance over the situation. They fought a little, but Naruto gave in. Suddenly, instead of the blanket, the ceiling of the room appeared before his eyes. The weight of Uchiha's strong body was so pleasant. He felt a hot kiss on his shoulder. And not only that. He heard the metallic sound of a jar opening.
"Tell me how often you have panic attacks," whispered Sasuke, already busily working his fingers somewhere in the most intimate, most sensitive place. Naruto grimaced from the discomfort and pressure, but it was nothing compared to training.
"When I get excited,” he instinctively moved a little further away from Uchiha. Still, Uchiha grabbed him by the waist and pulled him back. "But sometimes... completely, ah, unexpectedly... on... the street..." His sentences became more and more monosyllabic, punctuated by moans. Sasuke realized he had found the right spot. He was already shaking and losing patience. He carefully stretched out his fingers. Naruto looked at him from under his sticky wheat-colored hair. So beautiful.
Mine.
Uchiha thought, turning him onto his back and kissing him greedily.
"If it hurts too much, tell me, and I'll stop," he said, not really believing his own words. He entered the blond slowly with a moan. The air in the room suddenly became very humid, impossibly heavy. Naruto breathed rapidly beneath him, and an uncontrollable moan escaped his lips. The sensations were so intense that he almost lost his mind. The blond didn't even notice when he began to push forward. The pace quickened. Uchiha bit his lower lip in an attempt to restrain himself. Kissing Naruto was like entering a burning house, and he did it with pleasure. And again. And again. The blond grabbed him by the shoulders and arched his back on the bed, blissfully closing his eyes. Sasuke kissed and bit everything he could get his hands on, entering Naruto with characteristic slaps, burning from within. The feeling of tightness inside and the taste of Naruto's lips was something he had never allowed himself to think about. He felt that he could no longer hold back, and a wave of orgasm washed over him thoroughly.
He closed his eyes, left the boy's body, and took his length, helping him finish too. Naruto groaned softly less than a second later, pulling Uchiha closer to him. Breathing heavily, they looked at each other in each other's arms, realizing they could hardly break away.
"Sasuke," Naruto muttered hoarsely, for which he received another kiss somewhere on the top of his head. "Maybe you'll come back to the village after all?"
Uchiha laughed heartily:
"Anywhere." I love you." He pulled Naruto closer, inhaling the scent of wheat and rain. And for the first time in many years, he didn't feel lonely. He didn't feel guilty. Just this feeling — as if he were home.
"I love you too," the blond replied happily.