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It’s been hours since Naruto expected to, and still can’t fall asleep. It’s so late morning approaches, he’s up and agitated as he was to start. One way or another, he’s certain Sasuke is nearby, pulling him toward his location as he has been all evening. Although, the temptation to find him wherever he’s at may be desire rather than intuition. So he ignores it, closes his eyes again, and feigns sleep is within reach.
Unsuccessful, he gazes sideways out the window, into the night. The reflection of the moonlight brightens his room, and he once more contemplates who has kept him up for what seems to be, drowsy, yet so aware and alert he’s on edge, a lifetime.
His supposed other half. The prophesied battle to be had could've been false and displeasing in its estimation of he and Sasuke’s struggles in their respective upbringings. To be sworn it was written in the stars, not their conscious will and survival instincts was unsatisfying as it was symbolically understated.
Even so, even now, Sasuke and Naruto depend on each other. The moon which greets the sun merely in passing, an interval they connect to part in synchrony. Each orbit of the earth granting them the chance to unite only temporarily, only in those exceptional, waning moments.
A while later, he’s back to studying the ceiling, and it’s not a wish, there’s no doubt about it this time as the glass panel slides open and shut, and a weight settles in his lap.
His eyes adjust in the darkness, Sasuke’s intensity outlined in spite of his bleary eyes. While he comes into his field of vision, he admires him in his unerring sensuality, the illustration of a classic beauty.
He’s a little heavier than usual, and he notices it’s because he’s dressed up in intricate ceremonial regalia, prospectively a result of the assignment he was out on.
Naruto grabs him to confirm he’s real, he’s there, that they both are.
“Am I dreaming?” He mumbles.
“You look wide awake to me, loser,” he receives in an instant. “Wasting no time feeling me up, either.”
“Heh… You are much nicer in my dreams.”
“You’re dreaming of someone else.”
“Nah, it’s always you. Ever since I was a kid,” he confesses. “Why’d you have to be so handsome?”
“What about you?” He initiates a back and forth, sliding his hand up his chest. “Pursuing me for years. Practically courting me.”
“You could see it that way.”
“Is there another way to see it?” He asks. “Is that not why you were so set on having me back?”
“Shut up… It was important to me you were somewhere safe.”
“Sure,” he debates him. “It was your top priority to know how my dick tasted."
None of the ridiculing bothers him because Sasuke’s his, and it’s no offense to adore what's his own. “That was a lucky special bonus.”
“Tch… You have an answer for everything."
“Same for you,” he responds. “And you can use the door.”
Last time he left, Naruto provided Sasuke his spare key, which he accepted. Regardless, his preference for entry is for naught since Naruto never learned to lock the doors or the windows and still doesn't. Now, he has a reputation as well, so no one messes with him, not out of abhorrence but respect for his service to the village and the world at large.
“Window’s faster.”
“You in that big of a rush to see me?”
“No.”
“Yes,” he corrects him. “I swore sensed you nearby. I thought I was imagining it.”
He drifts over him, inclining towards his body heat, inviting compared to the cold outside. “You often lay in bed, imagining me?”
That’s another exploit he’s done from then on, imagine Sasuke in his dreams or his nightmares, asleep or awake.
Naruto tilts up to kiss him. It swiftly develops into hungry, assertive, and impatient, tongue and teeth and a bit of rubbing against each other.
He parts from him so he can look at him more. His latest anxieties melt away.
“I’ve been wondering…” He sits up on his elbows, his voice in a whisper, his gaze glued to Sasuke. “What are you wearing?”
“I was blending in,” he explains. “Typical boring plot. Supposedly influential family… Suspected assassination attempt. I intervened… Received monetary compensation. Relayed information on the group responsible to Kakashi as a courtesy. Then I came here… Paid my respects.”
Following the bloodshed, the ugly truths disclosed and publicized, Kakashi did what he could to exalt the lives lost. On the border of the village, in remembrance of the sacrifices for their current days of peace, amongst many others there’s a shrine for Sasuke’s clan, and a monument to honor Naruto’s. Too so he’ll have place to rest, when that day comes.
“Also to yours… It felt appropriate to keep this on,” Sasuke continues. “I thanked them for giving me their son.”
“Itachi gave me you." It was on him to save him, he assured him. It had to be him. “Is it possible he knew before we did?”
“If anyone could.” Sasuke wouldn’t speculate so were it anyone else. “They'd be ok with us... right?”
“They’d be happy we’re not alone anymore. That’s what I think.”
He narrows his eyes. “You’re too confident.”
“You’re too negative.”
“A perfect fit," he muses on. Yin and Yang. “Why’d we have to be so compatible?”
“We were born to meet and love each other.”
“I don’t buy into that shit,” he argues.
“That’s cause you’re not tender at all,” he complains, but he’s more charmed than anything. “Next time, I’ll go with you. After I ask your hand in marriage, that is. I’ll get their blessing no matter what.”
“It might disappoint you to hear they would not approve of us.”
“Why not?” He frowns. He wishes he could’ve met them, told them their son is the reason he breathes, that no one will ever love him greater than he does.
“You’re nowhere near dignified. Hardly worthy of my name.” Sasuke couldn’t tolerate discussing them before. Nowadays, he can sustain referring to them with Naruto. Sometimes he manages it involuntarily, as to him Naruto’s his kindred deeper than blood goes. “No chance you would’ve survived the scrutiny of my father.”
Besides, Sasuke likely would’ve had to marry within the clan so the bloodline remained pure.
“Ok, Mr. Dignified. Who said I’d take your name anyways? You’d take mine.”
“Keep dreaming,” he counters, tempered. “We can’t get married and both our parents are dead."
Naruto scoffs at his distinctive impolite and unrefined speech. He pushes it aside and centers on the main issue. “Add it to the list of things I’ll change when I’m in charge."
He glimpses at him, overflowing with cynicism. “Frivolous use of your position.”
“You wouldn’t marry me, Sasuke? I’d marry you today, right now.”
“I wouldn’t mind you being tied down by me.” He dwells on it sparingly. “Whatever. I’d marry you today. I’m already dressed for the occasion. But don’t let it get to your head."
“Too late.” He leans up for another kiss. “It got to my head.”
Conversation withering, Sasuke presses his body close to his, and conveys the devotion he can never communicate aloud. He pushes up against him, and his hand is quick to stray to his cock.
“Aren’t you going to ask about my day?” Naruto mutters.
“I can tell without speaking on it.”
“I bet you can.” His hand runs up his thigh, splitting the fabric, revealing bare skin. His other hand moves to his jaw, and he brushes his fingertips over his pretty pink lips. “You seem like you’re in a good mood, too.”
Sasuke squeezes up his bicep, appreciating the extensive work he puts in to keep his body in peak form, barring his dietary choices. His fingers move back down his abdomen. “I was excited.”
“Why is that, Sasuke?”
He vaguely gestures.
“You can never admit it.”
“You know me better than that, Naruto.” He alone knows him and what he’s after.
“It’s a privilege,” he murmurs. “We don’t even need words.”
“So you talk to listen to your own voice?”
“I talk to listen to yours.”
"...An answer for everything,” he repeats himself.
Still, he's smiling into their next kiss. He withdraws from massaging him through his pants and leads the hand on his thigh between his legs.
It’s hot inside the layers of his outfit, as hot as his skin, and he gnaws on his lip to compose himself once he realizes how hard he is, that he probably has been awhile.
He reflexively surrounds his erection. “You were excited,” he comments. His hand shifts under the material. Sasuke twists his fingers in his shirt, still trying to play off that he’s this aroused from some sparse minutes with him. “This what you come back for?”
His cheeks are flushed now, his eyes low and relieved as he luxuriates in his touch.
He sketches the stitching along the side of his clothing. “I love you in this.”
“Do you?” he answers him at last.
Naruto encircles the head of his cock, a dribble of precome leaking onto his fingers. He rubs it over the tip and down his length. He tightens his grip. “Don’t get mad.”
“From the sound of it, you’re about to tell me something I’ll hate.” His eyes peer forward, in a glare. “Could you reconsider?”
“I have to. I won’t be able to go on unless I tell you.”
Sasuke loosens his hold on his shirt, opting to embrace the span between his hip and waist instead. “Out with it.”
Naruto beams at him with a smug grin. “You’re a beauty.”
He contorts his face. “You’re a pervert.”
“I’m allowed,” he disputes his reprisal. “You belong to me.”
“You belong to me,” he doesn’t challenge that one. He attaches himself to him, sucks on his tongue. “I missed you,” Sasuke says it first, an unusual proclamation, blaring indication he’s about to give himself up.
“I missed you so much.”
Sasuke begins sucking on his neck. He bites beneath his jaw. Naruto caresses him everywhere while he possessively fixes his teeth to him again. He pants against his ear and starts to bite at it, too.
“I need to fuck,” he whispers, all frantic and furious, “I’m so pent up.”
Naruto has no opportunity to volunteer himself, acknowledge that it’s his fault for not coming back so long, or tease him that he needs instead of wants because Sasuke resumes his demands. “I can’t wait,” he states. “I'm cool if it hurts a little.”
“I'm not.”
He takes ahold of his other hand and places it over the binding tying his clothes together. “Won’t you indulge me for a while?”
“I’ll do whatever you ask,” he yields almost immediately, voice not as steady and presiding as he hoped. He undoes the series of knots at his midriff. He urges the front open from his toned chest to his tight and smooth, ridged stomach, his hard cock in his hand. “I really must be dreaming.”
“It’s real,” he insists. He forces his eyes on his. “Enjoy every second.”
Sasuke draws his waistband low to stroke him a couple times. They disconnect, and he slides to the end of the mattress and removes his shoes, throwing them onto the floor. Naruto watches him recline on his side to pull his underwear off. He turns to him, hovering over him just to stop at his erection.
Naruto maps it out himself in his head. He throbs, fidgets at the idea he’s only going to so he can push inside easier.
Sasuke swallows him all the way down, gazing up at him the duration his mouth is around him.
Then, he repositions above him. Back in his lap, he reaches behind him, teasing the tip against the rim once or twice, and sinks down on his cock. A small, subtle whine echoes as he doesn’t move except to tug on himself.
He humps his fist and takes his time stretching around him with a slow grind.
“I’m home,” he tells him.
Naruto jerks upward at the reminder, like an oath. The village is not his home, he is.
“Welcome home,” he tells him back.
Sasuke bunches his shirt up at the bottom and Naruto follows his lead, slipping it off. After he tosses it away, he sits up, grips his hips and thrusts up into him. He gets what he needs out of it, a fragmented inhale and exhale, Sasuke pushing back and shuddering.
He draws him into a kiss. Both his hands wander to his hair. He sweeps it from his face, yanks the strands, and cradles him.
Sasuke holds onto him, gasping, grinding on him. His own fingers coil around the blonde that’s grown out the faintest and shift to his shoulders to scratch down his back.
He arches up, narrow and burning. He surrounds him, and it’s just right. It’s right. He’s so filled up, he’s full. He’s so far inside him, he’s part of him. They do fit as if they were meant to.
They’re perfect.
“Naruto,” he grunts, nothing in the universe except him. He tries to bring him impossibly closer, their hands all over each other, digging into each other's skin. “You feel so good.”
Sasuke rocks his hips fast, but doesn’t raise or lower them, so he stays deep. He squirms in an effort of shoving Naruto to lay back down.
Naruto’s automatically grateful for the view, Sasuke making himself feel good on top of him. It’s a blessing. He’s gorgeous.
He lifts himself up, collides with him, his sleeve fallen off the side with his missing arm, the other down around his elbow. He repeats the desperate motion over and over, his palm flat on him as he bounces on his shaft. Muscles strain, and his cock leaves a slick trail across his abdomen in the movement.
Naruto curses and angles up, either with him or against him. “Shit, you’re fucking hot,” he sighs, content and enamored.
“You’re hot,” he recites back to him, not registering that he’s saying such a thing and revealing himself that much.
Naruto and Sasuke stare at one another, witnessing each other fall apart, Sasuke seated on his erection, fucking himself on it, Naruto gazing at him in a trance.
“We’re forever,” Sasuke stumbles on, his momentum sharp and inconsistent, lost as he is in the sensation. Naruto gives his cock a few pumps before he decides to grasp the jut of his hips, both to secure him and encourage him onward. “You’re mine, forever.”
“Forever,” he responds through a moan. “Forever, Sasuke.”
Naruto enjoys every second, like Sasuke ordered him to. His hands advance down to his knees and up his thighs. In succession, he guides him rougher and rougher back to him.
Soon, Sasuke comes all over himself, and Naruto climaxes with him pulsing around his erection.
Amidst the repose, Sasuke squints at him, and there’s a second before he screws his eyes shut Naruto sees they’re vibrantly illuminated, his Sharingan activated.
Naruto couldn’t prevent himself from mentioning it did he want to.
“Looking to always remember when you proposed to me in a moment of passion?”
“It’s not intentional,” he says, climbing off of him and collapsing at his side. Every so often, when he’s resigned himself entirely, it triggers his most ingrained impulse to search for a threat, however far it is from concern. Deeming him not in charge, his own anatomy protects him from the maelstrom. Yet, this surrender is a willing one. “And I didn’t propose."
“Uzumaki Sasuke.”
“Uchiha Naruto,” he mirrors his impudence.
They drape themselves over the sheets next to each other until their breathing restores itself.
“You’re planning on leaving in the morning?” Naruto breaks the silence.
“I was planning on leaving tonight.”
“At least stay with your fiancé one night.”
“Sleep in and I’ll leave without a goodbye,” Sasuke warns him, conforming to him on accident. “We’re not engaged.”
“I’ll make you happy,” Naruto goes on ahead maintaining communion is inevitable.
“I’m happy.” Sasuke lays his head right below his shoulder. “I couldn’t remember how it was to be…” He pauses momentarily. “I decided I’d be empty until I died, and maybe then that would fulfill me.”
Naruto interlaces their fingers and wraps the arm he’s adjacent to around him. “Me too. I would’ve killed myself to experience different than I had.” For a direct connection. “You were the closest I got. That’s why I could never get over you. Even when you were pushing me away, it wasn’t mean as it was familiar. You’re why…” He shakes his head. “You’re why,” he doesn’t elaborate further.
“You’re embarrassing as you were back then,” he scolds him, yet it’s so very affectionate. “Do I still make you happy?”
Naruto doesn’t anticipate him repaying the sentiment, so it takes a while to come up with an answer. He elects for a taunt. “You’re being so cute to ask that question.”
“Hey… It’s about the time it takes to realize you made the wrong decision.”
“I’ve faked it my whole life, you know. Honestly, I want you how I want everything else I worked for.”
“And you worked for me?”
“Well, it wasn’t the easiest thing I’ve done.”
“Wasn’t that it? The lesson you hoped to teach me.” He wonders. It’s not of value is it so easy to attain, alliances and personal ties alike. “Love requires more of a sacrifice, which must mean it’s more significant.”
“Ah."
“What?”
“Nothing.” Yeah, Naruto knocked rationale back into Sasuke, nevertheless he had not theorized Sasuke could or would interpret it with such credence. He keeps on falling for him.
“What!?” He jostles him.
“Nothing,” he repeats. “I’ll ask Kakashi if he’ll give us legal permission. He has no reason to refuse. He’s… He can’t be that old fashioned when he loves porn that much.”
“There’s a million reasons he’d refuse.”
“Name one!”
“The future Hokage and a defector. Not exactly the representation that'll sway skeptics.”
“You believe in me?” Enthusiasm cascades out of him and onto them. “That I’ll do it?”
"That’s what you focus on?”
“No take backs,” he adds, petulantly.
“What’s the point in doing it with me?” He admits to his dread on a bond that can be broken.
“Same reason I do this with you, I guess.”
“Which is?”
“You turn me on,” he replies. “Also, you make me feel like I’m anybody else. No one important or unimportant. Just a lovesick idiot… not a plague upon humanity.”
Naruto hasn’t been called that in years, but the stain of it has yet to be washed away.
“You are a lovesick idiot.”
“I’m not ashamed to be.”
“You’re never ashamed of anything.”
“I was the first time,” he reminisces on it fondly. “We were both freaking out as if the world would end after all we did to save it because we kissed.”
Their wounds from the war recovered, Sasuke’s upcoming departure, their hands trembled as they undressed each other. They were so scared like an attempt at softness would shatter around them, shatter the two of them for trying. Proficient at and trained to express their emotions physically, everything with them was too strong to demonstrate with words, even for Naruto who staked his life on his ability to provide a compelling argument for an alternative solution.
The concept of being together, submitting to those weak sides of themselves was as agonizing as their final fight, hurting each other to solidify the pain, to root themselves in the familiarity of violence.
In retrospect, it would’ve been scarier to not to. To never face it or their progress out of reluctance for the rejection they both recognized well, in different ways.
Other than bringing Sasuke back, it’s one of his most fortunate memories, letting himself be loved by him, in turn.
“I wasn’t ashamed. I didn’t want it to be you.”
He makes a noise. “You’re the last person I wanted it to be! Plus, you ignored me for weeks afterward!”
“I assumed it was a sin,” he appraises his conclusions of days prior, vast and incorrect in their simplicity, and abstains from regret. “I had enough to repent for." Naruto already was a good person, the best he’s met. Sasuke was attempting to be a better person, to remember how it was to be a person. For Naruto and himself. An involvement with him would drag him down with him into the depths.
However, Naruto chased him even there.
“Defector,” he reiterates. “Aims to destroy the village, but being with another guy is a sin.”
“Yeah. This world is one of absurdity. That’s why I sought out to destroy it. I was tired of the deception. That doesn’t go away. I doubt it ever will.”
“I didn’t disagree with you. How you went about it is another story,” he ruminates on their miscommunications and contentions. “I’ll destroy it the way I replace it with a better one.”
“Hm.” Sasuke considers that thoroughly. “Not bad."
“Should’ve heard me out sooner.”
“It happened as it was supposed to.” He glances at their connected hands. “Wouldn’t you agree?”
“We could’ve done without blowing each other’s arms off.”
Sasuke nuzzles him. Although Naruto replaced his, their missing limb signifies they’re the same beneath the surface. “I like that we match.”
They look at each other and both snicker. Their laughs fade off into a soft, saturated quiet, a recurrence of it stirring and dwindling amongst them.
“My soulmate,” he says.
“You care to be bound to me, eternally?”
“Already am. Might as well document it.”
“You could marry someone that’d benefit your cause.”
“You could marry someone that doesn’t want to lead the place you hated. As always, Sasuke, we’re stupid and stubborn and lack all common sense.”
“As always. Me and you... We can’t escape each other.”
Naruto proceeds despite him. “I’ve been saving up to buy a house. Maybe this is just where you return to, not where you live… But I’m going to make it so tempting, one day I’ll get longer than a night out of you.”
“You’re consumed by me, Naruto. Concentrate on yourself a little more. For both of us.”
“Taking care of you is taking care of myself.”
Sasuke interrupts his fantasy. “It’s overwhelming.”
“Overwhelming? What do you mean?”
He presses his warm cheek in vicinity to his heart. “Hard to accept.”
“How come?” Naruto shrugs him off. “It’s only how I feel."
“Your feelings are as powerful as you are.” He keeps nudging his face in his chest. “I love you back as much. I’m going to pass out unless you give me a break.”
“Sorry… I’ll control myself. I get too eager when it comes to you.”
In the past, they weren’t able to be young and not have it all solved. Together, figuring out what they never had is a vulnerability difficult to control. At the mercy of themselves, the experience of freedom is a practice unmastered. The minor lapse in self preservation creates a space for the finest authenticity.
He cleanses himself of the fabrication.
“I’ve lost everyone I’ve loved. I was doing you a favor… forcing it away.”
“No one has the right to kill me except you. Put it out of your mind.”
“It’s not that simple.”
“Of course it’s not. Still, we couldn’t finish each other off and you’re like a god.”
“You are a god,” Sasuke claims without hesitation. “I’m prepared to serve you as such for the rest of my life.”
Wherever he ends up, he’ll be with him, associated to what imprisoned him in grief. Naruto's capable of forging a nation which isn’t soiled from the impiety of its formers. Something new and changed, something that will never regress to its sinister underside.
Does he trust in what he spouts, anyhow. Implicitly, Sasuke does. His salvation is Naruto’s hand in his.
“Don’t. We’re equals.”
“Staying by your side, I am not owed that,” he says. “Can you stand to marry someone who couldn’t best you?”
He tuts. “You bested me, alright. Suddenly I’m as obsessed with you as everyone else.”
“Was anyone else this obsessed with me?”
“You haven’t heard them talk.”
“I’m not a prize to be had,” he defends himself.
“If you were my husband, they’d think twice about it.”
“It’s not my problem others have no self control.” Sasuke doesn’t know how anyone can see past his rotten soul he's recently nurtured back to life, Naruto included. It doesn’t matter how he looks, which he too judges as average. It was a deflection used to overlook his torment surviving the massacre. It lessened him to that, his outward presentation. Favored for his meaningless, agreeable traits while shunned on his consequential advantages and disadvantages. “Or yours.”
“It's not. Though I’m not completely convinced you understand what it is you are to me.”
“I understand.”
“I’d die for you.”
“I know." If I die, you die with me. We'll stop our suffering together. "I would for you. We’ve gone through this before.”
“The opposite is true, too. I’d endure hell for you everyday.”
“I can’t have you enduring for me any longer,” he says. “You’ve suffered sufficiently by my hand.”
“And I’d do it again. I’m glad to be alive because you are.” He’s alive for him, he thinks, he’s alive to be his.
“If we're spilling our guts, I have knowledge you negotiated your life for mine on multiple occasions. Want to prove your love to me? Never do that again. You understand?”
“I understand.” He swallows. “Sakura can’t keep a secret.”
“You’re the one that told her we’re together.”
Naruto did. Finding out, she seemed… relieved actually. She was finally able to move on without the guilt of abandoning someone who shouldn’t be left alone.
“I figured I owed it to her. She was into you first.”
“Right… I forgot about that.”
“You're the worst. How could you forget about that?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” He returns with. “I couldn’t look away from you.” Sasuke fingers brush over his knuckles. “She sort of threatened me, in fact. I’ve never liked her more.”
“She threatened you? What for?”
“That I’ve run out of chances where you’re involved. You are close now, huh?”
“You missed a lot.”
“I’ll catch up,” he says, he promises. It’s not in that competitive way he used to speak, either. “I probably should put effort into making amends with more than you. Everyone everywhere is your friend these days.” The tides shifted, and they traded places, and Naruto’s glorified and he’s regarded with reservations.
“It doesn’t suit you.”
“It suits you. We’re a pair, aren’t we? To be wed. It’s on me to go along with you sometimes.”
“Sasuke!” He exclaims. “To be wed! To be wed? To be wed!? Say it again!”
“Commitment or not, I’ll still be gone for months with no timeline. As long as you’ll be fine alone, I’ll marry you.”
“That’s fine with me. I don’t have much free time as it is. Once I become Hokage, I’ll be working nonstop, day and night. We’re ideal for each other, realistically. Neither of us gotta feel guilty about other responsibilities.”
He smirks and Naruto senses it on his skin. “You, realistic?”
“I’m growing up!” He stresses his resolve. “I’m becoming the man you deserve!”
The man he deserves… Sasuke hasn’t earned him to this day. He’s been selfish and unjust, and he’s even more so with Naruto readily handing him what he yearns for most. A family and a life he doesn’t have to run from. One to go towards. Back to. A place to return that’s his. That’s theirs. “I never deserved you once.”
“You deserve better than me. I can only give you everything I have. I’ll become someone you’re proud of and this place somewhere you can be.”
He’ll give him whatever he has left, too. Whatever they both do. Combined, there might be enough pieces to craft a whole. What was once in shreds, intact. Everlasting.
“It has to be a private ceremony.”
“I’ll invite my hundred closest friends.”
Sasuke snuggles up to him, spurning his provoke. For now, the logistics can wait. It’s just them until tomorrow, and to eternity.