[FIC] What We Might Do - Chapter I
What We Might Do
Overall rating: R - NC-17
Summary: What we might do. When we're all alone. There's just you. And there's just me. And the promise of nothing in between.
SPOILERS: None
Pairing: Uchiha Sasuke x Uzumaki Naruto
Chapter Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Naruto and all related characters © Masashi Kishimoto -- i.e. They are not mine.
i.
It was the quiet crunching of stones and ground beneath feet that alerted Sasuke of Naruto’s presence. There was a silent, misty haze surrounding the blond just then. But Sasuke did not move away from the tree he stood against. From where he stood, he could not see nor be seen by Naruto and he felt that that was a good thing.
Naruto continued to walk and soon he would be besides Sasuke, but only for a moment, before he walked by and his back would be all Sasuke saw. The moment passed and Naruto didn’t pause, didn’t acknowledge the other.
The breath Sasuke let out spread out easily in the air in front of him and he leaned his head back, glancing at the leaves and branches hanging above him before focusing past them; out at the sky, its shade a blue so dark it was almost black. Almost.
Stars dotted the stained sky. There were no clouds, in the little expanse of sky that the branches framed for him.
Bringing his eyes down from the dark blue, his eyes fell on another source of the color. Though Naruto’s eyes seemed a shade darker than the sky.
The crunching of earth beneath Naruto’s feet had gone silent. They looked at each other now, intently. They did not back down. One didn’t accept defeat. The other couldn’t.
For the longest of time, they didn’t stop looking. Looking and looking and looking. Nothing was allowed to pass between them. Neither was willing to give information up. Neither was allowed to let anything slip.
But it did anyway. Small trickling streams of thought escaped. Because they understood each other too well.
In the back of his mind, Sasuke could only think and wonder why Naruto’s face seemed so very familiar just then. So known.
As if a story Sasuke knew too well was playing behind the darkened blue eyes.
He was sure, that he had not reached out for Naruto. But he must have, he rationalized, because suddenly he had met Naruto midway and support was given and took.
Maybe because both were tired of looking and staring - and seeing - their lips met.
Neither melted. And in the unrelenting connection they made, neither struggled for power or dominance. Neither submitted. Sasuke could feel Naruto’s blond eyelashes flutter against his cheek. He knew Naruto’s eyes were as tightly shut as his.
The kiss was not wet. It was cold and dry and when they pulled away, there was a moment where they could savor privacy. A moment where they were shut off from each other, and they were just themselves. But the moment was gone when both opened their eyes, and met each other’s gazes.
They could see too much in each other’s eyes.
Naruto’s breathing was shallow and Sasuke felt his knuckles complain. He was gripping Naruto’s arms too tightly still and the large calloused hands against Sasuke’s chest still pulled at him with an equal fervor.
Slowly, their grips eased, but their heads were still cocked at different angles, their lips still centimeters apart.
The grip on his clothes fell away and Sasuke noted dully that Naruto’s touch didn’t add any warmth to him. He seemed to have taken some away.
Their kiss was not an offer of comfort. It was an attempt to avoid comforting each other at all costs. A fumbling attempt to silence each other’s minds and questions.
Sasuke knew now, with a shudder, why Naruto seemed too familiar just then. Of course, he had known Naruto for years now. But right at that moment, he knew Naruto. He knew him because he understood him. Knew him, because he had once felt the same way.
They were farther apart now. The black Naruto wore made him look older. Sasuke reasoned that this must be why those blue eyes were so very dark tonight. Naruto turned away. He no longer allowed Sasuke to see, and again, the crunch of gravel beneath feet could be heard.
He watched Naruto walk away. The kiss all but forgotten in the blonde’s mind. Or pushed back. Back, back, back into the corners. Sasuke’s knuckles still ached from when he gripped tightly on to him.
He did not move. He couldn’t stop watching Naruto walk away.
The kiss lingered on, on Sasuke’s lips. The kiss both had forced on each other for different reasons. Sasuke had wanted it. Naruto had needed it.
Naruto had needed it to keep his eyes closed. To keep his eyes closed to the cenotaph that stood behind Sasuke. Sasuke turned his head a fraction and he could see, right at the corner of his eye, the blue monument.
It was too far to read the inscriptions. But Sasuke didn’t need to read it. He knew. Among the names chiseled into the new blue stone, was Umino Iruka’s.
Even in the fierce moonlight, the stone remained dull. A wind blew and sighed in Sasuke's ears.
And then the wind was gone and all was silent. And he was alone again.
to be continued
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