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There’s an unspoken rule between particular sets of ninjas. It’s not unreasonable—or unusual—in the midst of a particularly satisfying sparring match, when bodies are pushed to their limits and they find a harmony slick with sweat…it’s an exciting experience. Exhilarating. Arousing, even.
It doesn’t happen to everyone, and it’s definitely not in every fight, but—hey. When it’s good, it’s good. It feels good, so it makes your body feel good.
So Naruto doesn’t think too much about it.
He notices, obviously. He notices on himself. He notices on Sasuke. It’s hard not to, when they have to spar without their chakra (which is always, if they want the village to remain intact). It makes them have to be pretty constantly close to each other.
They catch each other early and often. As soon as one breaks free, the other gives chase—and the fight hardly stops when one of them is pinned. Naruto is way too stubborn.
…Sasuke is way too stubborn, too.
And he’s not about to stop sparring with Sasuke. It started as a medical thing they were assigned to and turned into a way to blow off steam and get used to the new ways their bodies balanced—y’know, without the whole arm thing—but it was more than that. It was a way to see Sasuke every day. It was a way to talk to him. Even if they didn’t say a word.
So, yes.
Tonight, when he sees Sasuke already waiting in the training grounds—when he sees his face spark with challenge, when he sees his body shift in anticipation—Naruto is already getting hard.
Plenty of ninjas feel like this. It’s just the thrill of a good fight.
Sasuke disappears before Naruto even moves. He’s impatient, tonight, which means he’ll be more prone to mistakes, but also way more fierce. Naruto grins. He can’t help it.
He loves it when Sasuke’s desperate for it.
‘Course, it means Naruto’s immediately on defense. He spends so much time ducking and blocking and escaping Sasuke’s grasp that he barely gets his own blows in. He has to wait for an opening.
And for once, when Sasuke’s patience runs out before Naruto’s—it pays off.
Sasuke overextends. He’s off balance, and it only takes three more hits for Naruto to have him pinned.
His erection is throbbing. So what? So is Sasuke’s.
Naruto can feel it in his thigh.
“Yield,” he says, and Sasuke’s lip curls.
“Go to hell.”
Naruto’s thrown back, and he readies himself again. The fight lasts for another hour, that time.
Sasuke’s new life is full of mercies. Strange mercies, small mercies. He certainly hadn’t been offered mercy in the larger events of his life, and so this…
This has been strange. Not bad. But bizarre.
He hadn’t expected to survive up to this point. He hadn’t expected to outlive his brother. He hadn’t expected to return to Konoha, to wake in a hospital bed, to have Naruto beside him. He hadn’t expected Naruto, really. Sasuke could attribute almost every surreal moment in recent memory to the man.
And of all things—of all things—his punishment had simply been rehabilitation. Community service, too, but his physical rehabilitation sessions with Naruto were frequent. Were they meant to be monitored? Sasuke certainly hadn’t sensed anyone near them.
Perhaps they knew better.
Perhaps they anticipated how explosive the two of them would be together.
Sasuke waits, under the cover of darkness, with a chill on his skin.
And when he sees Naruto—he feels it. He feels it all at once. The weight of his past. The thrill of a future. He feels guilty and elated and Naruto looks at him like he’s going to devour him and Sasuke—
Sasuke wakes, every day, in anticipation of these moments.
He stalks Naruto like his prey. He will have his victory, tonight. He was not afforded it yesterday. He didn’t lose, of course he didn’t—it had been a tie. Like almost every one of their sparring sessions. And like every tension without a release, Sasuke is ready to burst.
The force of them hurts. The first blow. The first block. Sasuke loves the ache. The heat of it, the persistence—the way it lingers on his skin, a reminder of the bond they share.
It is addicting, being known like this. Being seen like this. These nights have become expressions of pure…feeling. No thought. Only instinct.
And Sasuke’s instincts tell him to attack.
He knows it, when he pins Naruto down. He feels the win, feels Naruto’s hips bucking against him. Sasuke slips between his legs, feeling their erections press together. A distraction. Sasuke will not lose.
“Yield,” he threatens, and Naruto hisses in response, writhing underneath him. The pleasure pulses through Sasuke’s hips, his body, his brain—
“Yield,” he says, and Naruto bucks again. The pleasure is too much. Sasuke does not make a sound—
But Naruto does.
He stiffens and goes slack. Sasuke folds in against his neck. It’s the small moan in his breath that gives Naruto away. That, and the unmistakable way their cocks pulse against each other. The fabric of their clothes does nothing to hide it.
…
Sasuke stands. Naruto doesn’t meet his eye.
“I win,” Sasuke says simply, and Naruto’s head snaps up.
“Like hell you did!” Naruto demands, and Sasuke revels in his victory. Revels in the release. His pants are sticky and uncomfortable and he has felt worse. He ignores it, like every other discomfort in his body.
He smiles in the face of Naruto’s blustering. It only pisses Naruto off more.
Good.
Let the tension build again.
Naruto shakes it off quickly. He tells himself he does. He takes a shower that night and the next morning, and pretends he doesn’t notice the way his body feels so damn good. He’s light. He’s full of energy. He’s going to see Sasuke tonight.
And he’s not embarrassed. Why would he be embarrassed? It’s normal. It’s them. Sasuke hadn’t cared.
He does his stretches and gets to work. Most of his days are spent reading or training or having another thousand appointments in the hospital. He’s meant to be on a break, recovering from his injury, training back to his former standards—but he thinks he’s there already. He thinks Sasuke is there already.
But Kakashi isn’t listening to him about that, so whatever. Just because he still has pain some days, and he hadn’t fully figured out his weapons—he had to relearn how to balance with chakra because he’s all lopsided, now, and he’d started living off instant ramen again after getting so pissed off he couldn’t chop vegetables without the cutting board slipping that he’d given up completely and eaten them whole—
(Sasuke had found a cutting board that stuck to the table. Naruto hadn’t even told him he needed it, but—they were probably having the same problems, now. He’d just shown up at Naruto’s place with it, and a bunch of other things…)
The day drags by, with the promise of the night to come. They always do. Naruto isn’t allowed to show up at Sasuke’s community stuff anymore after how much he distracts him, but Naruto thinks he ran out of patience about five years ago.
He gets restless. Agitated. He’s submerged in thoughts of last night, of their bodies together, of Sasuke pressing him into the ground while he—lost.
That bastard.
Naruto snarls to himself, pacing back and forth.
He won’t have things as easy, tonight. Naruto will make him pay. Naruto will make him his.
Naruto is particularly vicious, the next night. He has never been a particularly tame fighter—but tonight, he is wild. He doesn’t even greet Sasuke with a look. He greets him with a tackle. With his body. The thrust of his chest and fists and he moves so quickly Sasuke is almost convinced he summoned a clone, but it is only him, relentless and brutal and if Sasuke is asked, if Sasuke is forced to tell the truth, and truly, truly asked—
He may admit that he had relented. He may admit to the burning curiosity at what would befall him if he only hit the…ground.
Sasuke lands on his stomach, Naruto behind him. Sasuke shudders at the heavy breathing in his hear—
“Yield,” Naruto says, and Sasuke arches against him. Pushes again him. Naruto grits his teeth and growls, and Sasuke feels his hand snake between him and the ground.
Cheating. Cheating. Fuck. Sasuke grinds his face into the mud and feels Naruto grip him through his pants, his breath in his ear goading Sasuke into giving up, giving in, his erection pressing him into the floor—
Sasuke bites his lip so hard it bleeds. He pretends, in a moment, that it was one of Naruto’s blows.
Naruto’s unrelentingly smug face shows he believes otherwise.
And Sasuke—
Sasuke feels the grip of Naruto’s palm on his cock for the rest of the night.
They’re overdue for a tie. Naruto shouldn’t really be surprised, or frustrated, but he is always both. It’s a different kind of frustration, though; a delicious kind of frustration. Naruto finds he hates and loves it, and he thinks there’s something in that—the way he’s been fighting for this for so long. Fighting to be Sasuke’s equal. Fighting to be seen by him, like this.
It’s no sweet victory, but Naruto’s day was annoying and he can tell Sasuke’s was the same. Sasuke moves differently when he’s irritated. Different when he’s content, when he’s tired, when he’s happy, even—
And Naruto relishes, in the back of his head, the way he always moves differently after they fight.
He tears his arm from Sasuke’s painful grasp. Sasuke catches him by the leg, instead, but Naruto uses the momentum to his advantage, flipping and darting at Sasuke, sending him back—
No defense. Only offense. Fine. Naruto can meet that as it comes.
Sasuke pins him against a tree. Naruto twists his arm behind his back. Sasuke pulls his ankle out from under him and Naruto tears his shirt with his fingernails—
Sasuke catches him in a hold, and Naruto bites.
For a moment, he thinks he’s done too much. Fought too dirty. There’s a flash of surprise in Sasuke’s eyes, just enough to make Naruto hesitate, and that’s his downfall. He loses the advantage he’d had as quickly as he’d gained it, but he’d escalated the fight enough that when Sasuke flicks a kunai into his hand, Naruto only does the same. They need to learn to balance weaponry with only having one hand, anyway—
At the same time, they catch each other. A standstill. Naruto feels the metal at his neck. He presses his firm against Sasuke’s. They’re close enough to feel the breath in each other’s mouths, even as it speeds up, grows harsher, faster—
Naruto doesn’t know if it’s him or Sasuke that begins the way they grind. He only knows it’s too late. He feels Sasuke pant into his mouth, and for a moment, he almost, almost thinks he can hold on—
Until he hears the low groan it becomes. Naruto’s eyes roll back. The kunai falls from his hand. Sasuke’s has already dropped, Naruto can feel his hand on his ass, grinding them together, rolling them together, Naruto can barely breathe through the pleasure…
“Fuck,” he sighs, and Sasuke lets go.
That was a good one. It’s the first thing Naruto thinks. It’s the first thing he reads on Sasuke’s face, too. He looks tired and satisfied and Naruto swears he’s smiling.
It’s a shame he hasn’t figured out a way to distract Sasuke while they’re fighting using his mouth. Naruto thinks his tongue would feel…
…
He blinks and pulls himself back into reality. Sasuke is already walking away. Naruto stays crouched on the floor, catching his breath. Catching himself. He isn’t—this isn’t that. It can’t be that. This way the way they can be together, spend time together, have peace together—
Naruto can’t ruin that. He can’t let himself. Even if they’ve crossed a line.
(It’s probably only him that’s crossed that line, anyway, and even that’s only in his own head. Everything they’ve done has been—understandable. There’s only so much tension that can build, and Sasuke and him just…fit, together. It doesn’t have to be anything more than that. He isn’t going to ask for it to be anything more than that.)
He looks up. Has Sasuke grown cold again? After this? That’s a first.
“We’ll take a break,” Sasuke says. “Find me when you’re back.”
“When I’m back?” Naruto asks. “What?”
Sasuke looks at him, guarded. Naruto misses the way his face had been so open just a second ago.
“Aren’t you supposed to start taking missions soon?”
“Huh?” Naruto says. “Who said that?”
“Kakashi,” Sasuke says, going to his water.
“The hell? He didn’t say anything to me,” Naruto says. “Does that mean you’ll be on missions too?”
Sasuke shrugs.
Naruto doesn’t know what to make of that. His mouth opens, but he…
“Find me when you’re back,” Sasuke says again, and then he’s gone.
Naruto scowls. He’ll sort this out with Kakashi first thing next morning.
Naruto doesn’t listen. Sasuke doesn’t know what he expected. He’s waiting in the training grounds the night before he leaves, and Sasuke wonders if he’s been here every night.
The idiot’s never known how to take a hint.
“When do you leave?” Sasuke greets.
“Before the sun rises,” Naruto answers, and that’s enough of that.
It’s not that Sasuke’s dreading Naruto leaving. It’s not that he needed—this, whatever this was—
But there was a part of him that dreaded it. Dreaded losing it. Dreaded being without. There’s a sick pit in his stomach at the thought of losing the thing that had him experiencing something like happiness every day. A return to missions is a return to normalcy, and Sasuke just does not know if he can go back.
He fears he is too far gone.
So he meets Naruto with his fists. Naruto meets him with the same. It’s not only losing this. It’s the rest of the world. Sasuke does not know how he feels about Konoha. About all of it. About his past, about his brother—he doesn’t know how to live this new life, he has never understood peace or happiness or living without a purpose that consumes you from the inside out—
But he knows Naruto. He knows this. He sees him, and he relaxes, he is understood, and that’s it. His world is simplified into this stupid idiot that will not leave him alone and there is such a treacherous comfort to being accepted, like that.
Sasuke cannot bear for this battle to end quickly.
He has far too much pride to let himself lose. So, in his desperation, he fights dirty. Not with a jutsu, something so simple would barely be called such—but if a gentle spark happened to come from his fingertips, if it happened to force Naruto to jump back, jolt back—
Naruto’s offense is quickly transformed. If Sasuke is fighting dirty, Naruto is pure filth.
Sasuke’s back hits the floor.
He feels a knee on his arm, pinning it down with the full force of Naruto’s weight—another clone is over his head, ready, waiting for him to attempt his escape, and Naruto—?
Naruto sits on his lap, looking like a cat who got its cream.
Sasuke swallows. He should have known. He knew the signs of Naruto making a clone. He knew he’d been learning to use his seals one-handed.
He says nothing. His body betrays him.
“Do you admit that you lose?” Naruto asks. His palm is warm and flat, pressing against the skin between Sasuke’s shirt and his pants. Sasuke feels it start to overwhelm him.
“I admit that you cheated,” Sasuke points out, and all three Narutos growl at him.
“You cheated first,” Naruto says. “You started it,” a clone tells him. “Bastard,” the third whispers, and Sasuke wills his hips not to buck.
“A little chakra compared to three clones?” Sasuke goads, but his voice sounds strained, even to his own ears. Naruto’s hand is sliding down, and there is no hiding the reaction it is having on Sasuke.
Naruto’s palm closes, and Sasuke’s throat makes a noise. It is not a moan. It is not.
But Naruto looks at him like it is.
Sasuke realizes, with damning clarity, that this is the first time he has had eye contact with Naruto during this. His palm slides up, pressing down, intently—Naruto’s eyes glitter with challenge and satisfaction and lust. There is a reason Sasuke holds out until he is forced to give in. There is a reason Naruto’s always done the same.
This is different. Still in their parameters. But it’s different. It’s different to him. It’s—
“C’mon, Sasuke,” Naruto says. “You’re not getting out of this.”
Sasuke’s hips lift. He wants more. He wants it harder.
“Try me,” he grits out, and Naruto’s grin is wicked.
The chill of the night air is his only warning. His pants are pulled down easily, his sweat offers no friction, and Sasuke barely has the presence of mind to breathe in before it is too late.
Naruto takes him in his mouth.
Sasuke can’t cover his face. Sasuke can’t close his throat. The pleasure rockets through his body, and all at once, Sasuke is consumed.
“Fuck,” he moans, and that’s it. It’s too late. Naruto moves up and down and Sasuke is breathing in time with him, moaning in time with him, grabbing at the clone that is holding him down like he can offer any fleeting pleasure in return, Naruto’s mouth is greedy and Sasuke is boneless, melted, nothing—
Everything.
“Naruto,” he calls. He’s reaching his peak. Naruto speeds up in answer. Sasuke knows he’s being watched. He knows he’s being watched from three different angles, three different memories of Naruto pressing him down, Sasuke wonders how many times he will choose to relive this—
He cries out. He cums in Naruto’s mouth. He feels every pulse of his orgasm, every swallow of Naruto’s throat. When Naruto leaves him, it’s with a lingering tongue—a swipe that sends Sasuke’s body twitching, spasming with sensitivity.
Naruto’s clones disappear.
Sasuke is freed.
Naruto wipes at his mouth, saliva or semen or some mix of both. Sasuke doesn’t know if he has it in him to pretend the sight doesn’t set him aflame.
His blue eyes pierce through the night. He stands and stretches, giving Sasuke nothing but a simple shrug.
“Loser,” he says, and he turns. He walks away, hands in his pockets, smile on his face.
Fuck that.
Sasuke tackles him into the nearest tree. Naruto yelps as his chest hits the bark, but Sasuke has already slipped his hand under Naruto’s waistband. He was not the only one affected. He wasn’t about to let Naruto get away with giving that impression.
“Sas—”
“Hm?” Sasuke hums, his breath against Naruto’s ear. He revels in the shudder. He revels in the firmness of Naruto’s cock, how good it feels in his hand, the smoothness of his skin—
“Bastard,” Naruto gasps out, and Sasuke shows him no mercy. He is fast and relentless, pulsing his hips against Naruto until Naruto’s breath gets fast and then doesn’t come at all—
Naruto’s cum splashes on the tree in front of them.
Naruto pulls his pants back up. His cum is on Sasuke’s hand. There’s no—erasing this. Fine. Fine.
Naruto looks at him. Sasuke looks back.
“Loser,” Sasuke replies, and there it is again.
The satisfaction at the look on Naruto’s face.
Naruto spends the entire mission distracted. It’s a damn good thing it was an easy one. He knew his first one back would be, but this is so much worse than he thought it would be. He knew it was his fault. He knew he’d done it to himself, letting himself see Sasuke in full view like that.
But damn it, if he wouldn’t do it again.
He seeks Sasuke out the moment he is back. It’s the middle of the night. Naruto shows up at his door, in the small, new apartment Sasuke had been staying in. He’s chosen the civilian part of the village, not that it’s particularly big. Naruto had never been here much. It made sense, that Sasuke would want to live a little further away from it all.
He raises his fist to knock, but the door is already open.
Sasuke’s dark eyes greet him. They’re heated, again. They look at him the way they do before they fight.
Naruto gives him a small, nervous smile.
“I’m—back.” He’d told him to find him, right? He hadn’t dreamed that? He hadn’t dreamed—all of this?
Sasuke snorts and opens the door. He doesn’t close it as he walks away. Naruto supposes that’s as much of an invitation as he’s ever going to get.
“You—I didn’t know if you wanted to spar. Or something.”
“Or something,” Sasuke comments, and Naruto almost thinks he imagines it. His head snaps up, but Sasuke’s face reveals nothing. He simply goes to fill his glass. Ice and water.
He gives one to Naruto.
Naruto almost chugs the whole thing.
“How did it go?” Sasuke asks, as if he’s one to make simple conversation.
“Fine,” Naruto says, as if he’s not. “I mean—” he clears his throat. “It was easy.”
He was distracted. He couldn’t stop thinking about Sasuke. He wanted to feel him like that again. He wanted to see his brows furrowed, mouth open, he wanted him panting Naruto’s name—
“I was surprised you were sent,” Sasuke replies, and Naruto laughs a little.
“Yeah, I think Kakashi’s just trying things out right now,” he admits. “This is sort of new to all of us. This whole…peace thing.”
Sasuke arches a brow, as if he doesn’t believe it will last. Naruto doesn’t know if he does, either. He knows he’ll fight for it, and that’s enough, isn’t it?
Sasuke should know it’s enough.
He’s felt the way Naruto can fight for something.
As if reading the argument in his eyes, Sasuke relents. He doesn’t look away, not completely, but his eyes go soft and watchful. Aware in a way that gets under Naruto’s skin. That makes him hot and antsy. He’s too still. They’re being too still. Aren’t they?
Sasuke laughs.
“You’re transparent,” he says, and Naruto protests immediately. Sasuke turns and lets Naruto bluster after him—and he knows he’s blustering, he can feel it, but that doesn’t mean he can stop himself when Sasuke’s begin an arrogant prick again—
They make it to the bedroom, and Naruto realizes just how long it’s been since he’s been back here. It’s not nearly as bare as it had been before. Sasuke’s sheets are a dark blue, his walls have been painted—there’s a frame on the wall and his clothes strewn across a spare chair. It makes Naruto stop in his tracks. It’s Sasuke’s life. It’s Sasuke’s life that he’s been living here.
Sasuke looks at him again, and then gently, gently shoves Naruto into the wall. Naruto hits it with a small thump. Sasuke’s smile widens. His arm stays outstretched.
Naruto grabs his wrist, as if he’ll retaliate. Sasuke’s expression flashes with something like—
Desire.
Oh.
Naruto grabs his wrist harder. Naruto jerks it toward him. Sasuke stumbles forward, as if he couldn’t fight the motion, Naruto knew he could—
Their lips collide. Oops. What a gentle, slow accident. What a languid, lazy motion. Sasuke leans into him and Naruto grip loosens and lets go. He finds his fingertips in Sasuke’s hair. He opens his mouth and feels Sasuke’s tongue, he asks for the kiss to grow deeper, deeper, deeper….
Sasuke pulls him by his jacket, stepping backwards. Naruto doesn’t let the kiss break, even as they fall—even as they fall into Sasuke’s bed, Sasuke underneath him, Naruto on top of him, Naruto is in bliss, this has to be heaven—
Sasuke unzips his jacket and pulls Naruto’s shirt up. Unbuttons his pants, unbuttons his own. His impatience sends Naruto reels back, tossing his clothes to the floor, tearing Sasuke’s away from him—
Their bodies are away from each other for too long. Naruto knew they would fit together, like this. Naruto knew they would be perfect together, he moans into Sasuke’s mouth and feels every inch of Sasuke respond in kind. They roll and Naruto allows it, lets Sasuke take the lead, lets Sasuke show him what he wants, whatever he wants—
Sasuke pulls back, straddling him. He grips Naruto’s cock. Underneath him. Underneath his—oh.
Naruto breathes out a trembling, smiling breath. Sasuke’s face has transformed into something open, vulnerable—wanting. He positions Naruto’s cock underneath him, and breaths out a long, long breath as he sits down.
“Sas—oh, fuck—”
Naruto’s vision goes white. It goes blue, it goes black, he arches and forces his eyes open, desperate to see Sasuke riding him. Sasuke’s breath is harsh and heavy, and he slowly lets go as he sinks further and further down. Naruto traces a reverent hand up his thigh, coaxing Sasuke to let go, let the tension melt, let them release, together—
Sasuke begins to move. He rocks his hips slowly, opening his eyes just enough for Naruto to see the glimmer of his dark eyes, unfocused and filled with lust. Naruto tries to remember how to breathe, but he can’t think past how good it feels. How good Sasuke feels, he’s surrounded by him, he’s so close to him, he’s wanted this for so long, so long, Sasuke—
He grabs Sasuke’s cock and frantically strokes as he cums. Sasuke cries out in surprise and then pleasure, and Naruto feels the hot splashes on his stomach, feels Sasuke’s cock pulse in his hand, feels his own pulse in Sasuke’s ass—
“Fucking hell,” he breathes, and Sasuke collapses forward. He holds himself up with a trembling arm, and Naruto lifts himself up just enough to kiss him with everything he has left. He pours everything he’s ever felt. He hopes Sasuke feels it. He knows Sasuke feels it.
He feels the smile against his mouth.
“I think,” Sasuke says, his mouth soft against Naruto’s panting, “I win.”
Naruto’s eyes open.
Sasuke pushes Naruto’s naked chest back to the bed, and Naruto squawks.
“You—!”
“Loser.”
Sasuke’s hips sway as he walks away. Naruto gawks after him, and Sasuke turns with one last meaningful look, as if torturing Naruto—
Oh, hell no.
“Oi!” Naruto demands, shoving himself up. “Get back here, there’s no way you—”
He follows Sasuke into the shower.
(The battle continues.)