A hidden longing

The news.

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Disclaimer: Naruto and co. belong to Masashi Kishimoto.

Warnings: Shonen ai (romantic relationships between men), Naruto power bottom (not to be confused with NS), Hurt/comfort, What if...? (canonverse).

Hidden longing:

Takaita Hiwatari

Chapter 1: "The News."

Two bodies moved to the beat in the oldest dance in the world. Their naked skins caressed and rubbed against each other as if they were trying to start a fire. Some reddish marks stood out on their bodies, some more subtle than others, and their moans expressed the desire that consumed them in a maelstrom. Blood flowed like lava through their veins.

Naruto was convinced that Sasuke's hands on his hips would leave marks from the firmness with which he held him, but he couldn't care less at that moment. It felt damned good. With his hips up, his almost stiffened hand clutched at the pillow while with the other he masturbated to the rhythm of the onslaughts he was receiving from behind. They were so impetuous that Sasuke's pelvis frequently slapped against her reddened buttocks adorned with some previous bite marks.

The orgasm shook them like a whiplash, shaking their bodies first and then making them fall languidly on the bed of rumpled sheets with their bodies pearly with sweat.

For a few moments, the only thing that filled the silence of the room were the agitated breaths of its occupants.

A quiet murmur escaped Naruto's half-open mouth as Sasuke's hot lips settled on the back of his neck, licking, sucking gently after, and finally delivering a firm bite as he carefully left his insides.

"Teme..." He uttered in a faint sigh. "Don't you think you were too effusive today?"

Silently, Sasuke rolled to the side to settle face up on the battered bed.

"I would rather say the opposite." He looked at her sideways, hiding his concern. "Is everything all right?"

Normally Naruto was a hurricane in bed. He couldn't complain, he was quite participative and often took the initiative, but that night his usual mood seemed to be tempered. More like too tempered; almost cold.

"I'm just tired'ttebayo. That's all."

He never imagined hearing the word 'tired' leaving Naruto's lips, which is why that answer surprised him.

The blond's gradually slower breathing and watching his eyes gradually close as he adopted a more comfortable posture confirmed that he was indeed tired.

"If you didn't feel like it, you could have just said so, dobe," he chided seriously.

I didn't want to think that I had pressured him in any way.

Naruto's eyes opened again, the gleam of exhaustion in them discernible.

"Sasuke fear, sometimes you can be a box of surprises." The aforementioned listened attentively as he didn't understand her comment. "You go through life with that constipated face and no one would imagine how fiery you can really be."

One of Sasuke's hands girded itself swiftly on some blond locks, drawing a few moans from their owner.

"Do you want to die, usuratonkachi?"