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The forest had offered quiet, a kind of solitude Sasuke had grown used to. He hadn’t meant to cross paths with anyone - least of all him.
Naruto.
For a breath, Sasuke just watched him. Time hadn’t changed him as much as it should have. His face was older, sure, more worn - but that same stubborn fire still burned in his eyes. Unshaken. Unyielding.
Years of tension hung between them like a storm cloud, heavy and electric. Their eyes locked - silent, unyielding - and the air felt charged with something unspoken. Sasuke knew he shouldn't crave this, but he did. After all the years spent burying every feeling, shutting out the world in pursuit of power and solitude, Naruto still had a way of drawing out the strangest things in him. Things he thought he’d killed long ago - but Naruto wasn't here for small talk.
Naruto froze mid-step, his eyes locking onto Sasuke’s like he was seeing a ghost. “Didn’t think I’d find you out here,” he said, voice low, caught somewhere between relief and accusation.
Sasuke tilted his head slightly, keeping his expression flat even as his stomach twisted with something he didn’t want to name. “Neither did I,” he said.
And then the silence wrapped around them again - thick, restless, filled with all the years they hadn’t spoken and all the things they’d never really said.
Naruto broke it, as he always did - loud in the quiet, clumsy in the way that still managed to cut straight through you.
“What are you…?” he started, the question hanging half-formed in the air between them. What are you doing? What are you thinking? What are you now?
Sasuke didn’t answer right away. He looked at Naruto - really looked - and saw the years in his face, in the way he stood, slightly tenser than before, like he was always preparing for something. He wondered, not for the first time, if Naruto ever truly stopped fighting.
He wasn't surprised that Naruto had grown up to be handsome. It was that Sasuke had noticed, and couldn’t seem to un-notice.
Years with Oruchimaru had left no time for distractions. But a thought had crept into his mind, uninvited and darkly amused.
He deserved a good distraction.
Sasuke smirked to himself, just slightly. “It's been a long time since you and I have been alone together.”
"I’m not leaving without you," Naruto said, he wasn't screaming like he usually did. His voice still had its usual power but it was softer. Sasuke wasn't sure when they had gotten so close.
His mouth twisted into a smirk. "Still the same stubborn idiot," he said. "You don’t understand, Naruto. There's no place for me in Konoha anymore."
The initial shock had long since faded, and Naruto, ever relentless, had slipped seamlessly back into his familiar refrain. “You belong there - with us. With me. You keep acting like this is your burden alone, but it never was. It never will be.”
Sasuke’s gaze wavered - just for a heartbeat, but it was enough. He turned away, the motion sharp, as if to shield the flicker of doubt in his eyes. But Naruto saw it - the smallest fracture in the armor he’d worn for so long.
Finally, Sasuke turned back towards Naruto, his voice dangerously low. "You'd do anything to bring me back?"
Naruto nodded without hesitation.
Sasuke's smirk deepened into something unreadable. "Then prove it," he said. "Swallow your pride, Naruto. Show me you're serious."
Naruto blinked, confused. "What?"
"If you want me to come back," Sasuke said, voice barely above a whisper. "Get on your knees."
“I don't understand, what do you want me to do?” His blue eyes round and innocent.
Sasuke could almost smile. After all these years, Naruto hadn’t changed a bit - still the same stubborn idiot, dense as ever, solid as a rock in all the ways that mattered.
“Come on, it's easy, let me give you a hand.”
Before Naruto even realized what was happening, Sasuke’s foot swept behind his knees, knocking the ground out from under him. He dropped with a sharp thud, forced to his knees in an instant.
Naruto started to rise, but Sasuke’s hand shot out, fingers twisting into his hair with a bruising grip. Naruto let out a low, pained groan.
“Sasuke!” Naruto snarled through clenched teeth. “What the hell are you-”
Sasuke tugged Naruto's head roughly towards his crotch, smashing Naruto's cheek against his clothed already hard length.
Naruto blinked dumbly for a moment and then flushed - in anger, embarrassment, or something else he couldn't name. "You bastard," he muttered, half a growl.
But he didn’t back down, looking up at Sasuke with those determined blue eyes that had always, always refused to give up.
The moonlight caught the flush creeping up Naruto’s neck as Sasuke’s hands slid down his face, cupping his cheek. Naruto's breath hitched, heat pooling somewhere low in his stomach as Sasuke’s thumb brushed the corner of his mouth - slow, possessive, leaving a smear of imagined warmth.
"You’re so clueless," Sasuke murmured, thumb tracing Naruto’s bottom lip now. "Always chasing after me... never realizing what you really wanted."
"I-I want you to come back!" Naruto stammered, chest tight, face burning.
"And if I ask for something in returned?"
Sasuke could see the cogs turning behind those blue eyes, the shift of embarrassment and curiosity. But then, Sasuke saw the moment they hardened, that familiar stubbornness settling back in like armor.
Naruto’s voice dropped to a whisper. “And you’ll come back?… If I do this, will you come back home with me?”
The words hung in the air, fragile and raw, like a secret he hadn’t meant to say out loud. Sasuke felt something stir in him - something he didn’t want to acknowledge. It was as if the weight of every unspoken promise, every unhealed wound, had gathered in that simple, desperate question.
Sasuke pushed those feelings down, burying them under layers of indifference. He couldn’t afford to let them rise, not now. Not when everything inside him screamed that he didn’t belong - didn’t belong with them - anymore.
Konoha was a place full of ghosts, memories that weighed like chains, pulling him back into a past that had long since lost its meaning. He had made his choices, left it all behind. And Naruto... Naruto had been part of that past, part of a life Sasuke had burned away to keep moving forward.
The bond they once shared seemed like a distant echo now, something too fragile to grasp, too complicated to untangle
“Of Course.” He lied with a smile.
Naruto’s eyes lit up - not with happiness or relief, but with that same fierce determination that had haunted Sasuke for years. The kind that refused to break, no matter how far Sasuke ran or how hard he pushed him away.
And then, before Sasuke could react, Naruto was tugging at the ties of his pants with a focus that startled him.
"Good." Sasuke whispered, satisfaction darkening his voice.
Sasuke understood Naruto, that beneath the embarrassment, the confusion, the bluster — Naruto wanted him. Wanted Sasuke to stay. Wanted Sasuke to need him the way he needed Sasuke.
Slowly, stiffly, Naruto reached up, hands trembling as they brushed against Sasuke’s hips.
Sasuke exhaled sharply, a shudder running through him. "Yes," he murmured, voice breaking slightly. "Just like that."
The woods closed in around them, the mist wrapping their bodies in secret, the moon bearing silent witness as Naruto - clumsy, earnest, burning with emotion - proved how far he would go to bring Sasuke home.
Naruto’s eyes were squeezed shut and his eyebrow furrowed. His tongue was tentative, little kitten licks at the tip of his cock brushing against his skin and making him shiver.
Sasuke grabbed Naruto's hair tighter, urging him closer. Naruto hesitantly took Sasuke into his mouth.
Sasuke watched Naruto's shoulders, the way they rose and fell with each careful breath, and he felt a strange tenderness, an impulse to touch them, to hold him, which he resisted, he wasn't looking for tenderness.
But Sasuke could admit that the nervousness was almost endearing, the way Naruto moved his hands, unsure where to place them, hovering, then settling on his thighs. He felt the first warm pull of lips around him, the awkward persistence of someone trying to find the rhythm of a new dance.
He closed his eyes, let himself feel the slight scrape of teeth, the almost timid suction that grew more confident, more wanting, with each passing second.
There was a clumsy grace to it.
Sasuke cupped Naruto's face, his touch soft and gentle, pushing Naruto's head to take him deeper.
They found a rhythm - unspoken, instinctive - and Sasuke, usually so composed, found himself unraveling.
His hand stayed cradling Naruto’s head, fingers threading through sun-bright hair, guiding him. The heat, the pressure, the steady motion - it was overwhelming. But it was the sight of Naruto - so willing, so focused - that truly left him breathless.
Sasuke's breath hitched, chest rising with each slow, measured movement. He watched, entranced, the world narrowed to this - the soft, slick heat, the faint sound of breath and motion, the vulnerability between them that neither had dared name until now.
His own breathing became shallow as he moved, the sensation of Naruto against him, the wet heat of his mouth - it made something dark unfurl inside him, something Sasuke had long tried to suppress. It was easy to get lost in the rhythm, easy to lose himself in the act, but there was still that flicker of doubt, of something more complicated tangled up with the desire.
Sasuke, what the hell are you doing? The question nagged at him, but the answer remained just out of reach. All he knew was that the more he thrusted into Naruto's warm inviting throat, the more his own walls crumbled - layer by layer.
Sasuke forced his movements to become more measured, shallow, as if the rhythm of their bodies had suddenly become a battleground for something much deeper - something neither of them had ever truly confronted. He could feel the shift in Naruto too, the way the heat between them thickened, and yet, Sasuke’s mind remained a tangled mess of confusion and disbelief.
Every push, every pull, felt more like a test of will than a release of desire. Naruto’s trust was suffocating, and Sasuke couldn't decide whether it was something he wanted to bury deeper inside of himself or something he wanted to honor, to return in kind. The bond between them was fragile, delicate - shifting with every touch, every breath, as if something irreversible could happen with the slightest misstep.
He couldn’t keep up the distance anymore. The cold walls he’d built between them, between himself and the world, were crumbling, one touch at a time. But the more he tried to hold onto control, the less it made sense. He could see Naruto’s face - the way he was looking at him, the quiet trust and quiet desperation that Sasuke had never known how to handle before.
It made his chest tighten. His heart beat faster, but not from the physical sensations. It was something else - something far more complicated.
This isn’t right, Sasuke thought, but the thought felt like it was already too late to take back. Naruto had given him this. He had given himself in a way Sasuke had never been able to accept - until now. But even as Naruto’s eyes softened with something like trust, Sasuke found himself wondering how far that trust could stretch before it snapped.
Naruto let out a sharp moan, the sudden pull of Sasuke’s grip in his hair causing a flash of pain. He winced, eyes widening slightly as the sting lingered.
He looked up at Sasuke, confusion flickering in his gaze - Why?
Sasuke’s lips curled into a dark smirk, his expression unreadable, the hand in Naruto’s hair tightening just enough to make him feel the weight of Sasuke’s control.
Sasuke was going to see how far Naruto was willing to go to bring him home.
Without warning he thrusted roughly into Naruto's throat.
Sasuke wasn’t sure why it felt so right, so… good. The power of it, the control. He hadn’t expected to feel the pull of it, hadn’t expected to feel anything other than the cold distance he’d carried for so long.
But as Naruto’s gagged, as the heat of him pressed in closer, Sasuke felt that coldness slip away, replaced with something much more consuming. Something that made his pulse race, made his chest tighten with the raw intensity of the moment.
“You look good choking on my cock, Naruto.” Sasuke drawled.
Sasuke’s voice was low, the words slipping out before he could stop them, a bitter edge creeping in. “Heh, Konoha’s future Hokage on his knees, willing to do anything to bring home a missing-nin. Even suck cock like a bitch”
The words hung in the air between them, cruel and cutting. Sasuke felt them leave his mouth like a challenge, a reminder of everything that had separated them: duty, loyalty, the unspoken fractures between them that neither could seem to bridge.
Naruto’s face flushed deep red, his expression a mix of disbelief and humiliation. Naruto tried to pull away but Sauke kept his head in place firmly.
Naruto let out a muffled yell as Sasuke's cock was pushed deeper into his mouth. Drool had started to seep from his lips, dripping from his chin.
Sasuke's voice was low, almost detached, but the words cut with a sharpness that he hadn’t intended. "I wonder what the villagers would think if they saw you?" he said, the bitterness creeping in despite himself. "They already can’t stand you... no way they’d ever accept you now."
Naruto’s breath caught and the flush on his face fading just a little, replaced by a flicker of something hurt and vulnerable. Sasuke could almost feel the weight of those unspoken thoughts between them - the insecurities Naruto had spent years hiding behind that carefree smile.
Sasuke growled and cruelly started to thrust wildly into Naruto's throat.
Sasuke continued his brutal rhythm for a while. Rubbing Naruto's throat raw with his cock, briefly pulling out completely to let Naruto gasp for air before roughly thrusting back in.
The wet smack of Sasuke's balls agents Naruto's chin loudly echoed throughout the forest.
It wasn’t too long before Sasuke felt a familiar tension rise within him. His breath grew heavy, uneven, and despite the control he’d always prided himself on, his movements faltered.
“I'm going to cum.” Sasuke painted. Naruto moaned around his cock and Sasuke shivered violently.
“I'm going to cum down your throat Naruto, and you're going to swallow all of it.” Sasuke growled.
With a few more violent thrusts, and a strained moan, Sasuke was cumming. Floods of white coating the back of Naruto's throat, into his belly.
Naruto squeezed his eyes shut and hesitantly started to swallow around Sasuke. The extra stimulation almost made Sauke’s knees buckle.
Sasuke quickly pulled out of Naruto's mouth and the last ropes of his cum coated Naruto's face. Thick lines of white threatened to drip into his eyes.
Sasuke felt his breath halt, the image before him had a more profound effect on him than he would have expected. Naruto - eyes closed, breath heavy, cum slowly dripping from his face. It made sasuke shiver, a dark feeling overcame him, something powerful.
Sasuke grabbed a hold of his cock and rubbed the head into the cum on Naruto's face, smearing it around. Naruto's brows furrowed and he flushed viciously.
“Sasuke…” His voice was hoarse, frayed at the edges. The name cracked in the air like a fragile thread stretched too tight.
It made Sasuke’s lips twitch up in delight - though the expression was anything but kind. It was sharp, almost mocking, but undercut with something else. Something uncertain. “Still calling my name like it means something,” he said softly, eyes gleaming with both disdain and something dangerously close to longing. “You never learn, do you?”
Naruto didn’t answer right away. His eyes still tightly shut. His throat burned, and his heart felt heavier than ever. “It does mean something,” he rasped. “Even if you’ve forgotten.”
For a moment, neither moved. The air between them thrummed, heavy with all the words left unspoken and all the pain that had brought them to this place.
All Sasuke could hear was the echo of his own heartbeat and Naruto's panting breath.
Naruto finally reached up and started to clean his face with the sleeves of his orange jacket. The cum at the corner of his mouth, that clung to his cheeks in uneven smudges. The gesture was clumsy, almost childlike - so at odds with the weight of the moment that it made Sasuke’s smile falter.
He looked ridiculous. Humiliated and used, he still refused to cry out loud.
And yet he stood there, wiping his face like it would somehow erase the hurt, the history, the war between them.
Naruto opened his eyes and finally looked at Sasuke.
There was silence - thick and heavy. His gaze wasn’t fiery or defiant anymore. Quiet, but steady, in that infuriating Naruto way.
Sasuke could tell he was trying not to let this whole thing affect him, still trying to stay strong. Still wearing that mask of unbreakable resolve. But Sasuke had known him too long, had watched him too closely not to notice the cracks. He could see through it - the slight tremble in his jaw, the way his fingers twitched at his sides. The way his breath hitched just slightly before he spoke.
He could see the vulnerability. The hurt.
It was the same hurt that lived deep in his own bones.
“Tch…” Sasuke looked away for a second, jaw clenching. “You always look at me like that… like you still expect something from me.”
Naruto didn’t flinch. “Because I do. You said you would come back. If I… did that. You said you would come back with me.”
Sasuke had almost forgotten.
“I’m not coming back,” he said.
Naruto’s head lifted, eyes narrowing. “What?”
Sasuke didn’t look at him. “I said I’m not coming back to the village.”
Naruto stood, his expression contorting. “You said-”
“I lied.” Sasuke turned, eyes as sharp and cold as obsidian. “You think just because we fought on the same side for a few battles, we’re back to being comrades? That we’re brothers again?”
He let out a dark, humorless chuckle. “You never learn.”
Naruto stood slowly, as if his body had suddenly become too heavy to move quickly. “You lied.” he said. “You lied to me.”
Sasuke finally looked up. Naruto’s eyes weren’t angry - they were wounded. And Sasuke find it in himself to care.
“Because it’s the truth,” Sasuke snapped. “I never intended to return. I told you what you needed to hear so you'd get on your knees. And you did.”
Naruto’s voice cracked, barely a whisper. “Why are you doing this?”
“Because you need to understand something, Naruto.” Sasuke stepped closer, his face inches away now, voice a quiet venom. “You’re the reason I was ever weak enough to consider going back. And I don’t want to be weak again.”
Naruto flinched like he’d been struck.
Sasuke stepped back, the space between them suddenly an ocean.
“Konoha will survive without me. You will survive without me. But I’m done pretending I want any part of it.” He turned and started to walk away. “Next time you come looking for me… you’d better be ready to fight.
Sasuke paused, back turned to him.
Then he looked over his shoulder, Sharingan glowing in the dark.
A smirk twisted across his face, cruel and cold.
“Or maybe you'd prefer a second round?” he said, voice like a blade drawn slow. “I’m surprised how much you enjoyed the first.” Glancing obviously to the balge in Naruto's pants.
Naruto’s breath caught, and for a moment, his rage faltered.
The wind howled as Sasuke turned to leave, shadows swallowing his silhouette.
But Naruto didn’t stay silent.
His voice cut through the storm like a kunai. “You coward.”
Sasuke paused mid-step.
“You think pushing me away makes you strong?” Naruto growled, his chakra flaring wild and unstable. “You think breaking every bond you have makes you free? You're just running, Sasuke. Again.”
Sasuke turned slowly. “And you’re still the same fool chasing after someone who doesn't want to be saved.”
Naruto’s hands trembled. “You don’t get to say that - not after everything! You think I don’t see it? The way you hesitate? The way you’re scared to let yourself feel anything? You’re not protecting yourself - you’re hiding.”
In an instant, Naruto launched forward, fist cocked back, years of pain and frustration behind the strike.
But Sasuke was faster.
He ducked under the punch, spun behind Naruto, and drove his elbow into the back of Naruto’s neck with precision.
Naruto’s eyes widened - then went dark as he crumpled to the ground.
Sasuke stood over him, breathing steady, eyes unreadable.
He crouched beside him, brushing dirt from Naruto’s jacket with a strange, almost absent gesture.
“You never could let go,” he murmured, more to himself than to the unconscious figure at his feet. “But I have to.”
He stood and walked away, his footsteps silent.