Love doesn't die. Sasuke knows that, and he hates it. Of course, Sasuke hates a lot of things, himself above all of them, but this one is a particularly vicious little bastard. The difference between Itachi-now and Itachi-then is measured in power, insanity, and blood, and the brother he loved � loves � so much probably never existed outside of his own mind. He knows that.
He mutters something uncomplimentary to himself and shifts position, settling his back more comfortably against the warm stone of the clan-compound roof. The place is mostly unused now, of course; Sasuke lives in a two-room apartment in the old gatehouse, and� Well.
The difference between Sasuke-now and Sasuke-then is measured in hate.
He likes this place. Perched comfortably on the coping of the wall, he can see down into the streets below without being visible himself. It's a relief from squealing girls and suspicious stares, even if he does have to teleport himself up here. He doesn't like the way the villagers look at him now; it's one more reason to hate himself. No amount of seals by the Hokage can erase or contain his self-loathing.
He watches a pair of prepubescent genin scuttling down the street to the academy, young and innocent as he barely remembers being. They'll learn soon enough; Sasuke smirks bitterly then rolls his eyes as an unpleasantly familiar figure in eye-watering orange wanders along beneath him, yawning and scratching at the back of his head. The idiot probably only just got up, he thinks uncharitably if accurately, and deliberately turns his head away, watching the distant dots of chuunin patrols progressing around the walls and completely missing the way Naruto pauses suddenly below, looking around himself as though searching for something.
Which is why it's an unpleasant surprise to Sasuke when red-tinted chakra flares in his mind's eye and Naruto plops down comfortably beside him, grinning like he expects to win a prize or something.
"Go away." Sasuke figures it's worth a try, although he already has his suspicions about how this is going to end. Naruto has a look on his face, and something traitorous in his belly tingles deliciously as their eyes meet.
"Nope." The fox-bastard pulls his legs up, leaning back against the roof-tiles with his arms behind his head. "Try again."
"Go the hell away, Uzumaki." He grits his teeth, refusing to give in to the temptation to actually look at the idiot. He glares into space instead, absently flexing his hands.
"Not gonna." Damn it, the bastard sounds so smug, as if he knows exactly how annoying he is, exactly how much his company is like pepper-oil on Sasuke's last nerve.
"This is Uchiha property; get the fuck lost," he grinds out, hating that part of him that refuses to get behind the order.
"Tough, bastard. You owe me, anyway, for saving your � ack!" Naruto flips sideways out of the path of Sasuke's fist, dodging less easily than he should have considering that there's hardly any power behind the punch. His knuckles grate satisfyingly on tile, and he reminds himself that he hates the bastard for this too as he aims a kick at Naruto's midsection. It's barely more than playfighting, but he's been� persuaded� that killing one's allies is generally a bad idea. Sasuke stubbornly refuses to think the word friend.
Not that he could kill Naruto anyway; the fox-boy just doesn't fucking die, and some of the irritation at that bleeds into Sasuke's next punch, throwing his balance off by the tiny fraction necessary for Naruto to grab his wrist and tug, hard.
Inversion. Suddenly he's on his back, staring at blue sky and blue eyes and ridiculous yellow hair, and all the breath is being squashed out of him by a heavy idiot. Growling, Sasuke hooks a leg around Naruto's for leverage, and swears to himself that it's entirely accidental that they are now pressed together in an uncomfortably arousing manner. The microsecond that it takes Sasuke to process the very distracting sensation is enough for Naruto to catch his other wrist, and suddenly Naruto's mouth is on his, sharp tips of vestigial fangs against his lip, and they're kissing, again.
Sasuke growls deep in his throat and shoves ineffectually, trying to break free by main force that isn't forceful enough. The fact that he could free himself if he went all-out is a bitter, uncomfortable lump in the back of his head; he squeezes his eyes shut and turns his head sharply, breaking the kiss with a gasp.
"Get the fuck off me, you bastard."
Naruto laughs breathlessly, rocking his hips into Sasuke's, and he can feel that the idiot is already half-hard. So is he, but he'd rather die than admit it; he bares his teeth with a hiss and jerks at his wrists, but Naruto has a damn strong grip. Sasuke glares and tries to think up a suitably cutting insult, but is distracted by Naruto's mouth again, this time on his neck.
"�bastard�" he mutters to the sky, trying to ignore the way Naruto's tongue is drawing hot-wet-shivery patterns in the crook of his neck. "Stop it, damn it � ah!" Naruto's sharp teeth find the imprints of a fading bruise, setting into his skin with pleasure-pain-intensity. Sasuke clamps his jaws shut, berating himself for the inadvertent outburst even as his whole body shivers beneath Naruto's.
Naruto mutters something into his neck and bites down again, worrying at skin and flesh with his pointy teeth and deliberately trying to leave a mark. Sasuke very carefully doesn't moan, and even more carefully doesn't think about the fact that he's already marked, so one more�
Their hips are grinding together, Naruto's movement smooth and rhythmic, Sasuke's halting and jerky as his body's responses evade his conscious control. Naruto is licking and biting at his ear now, crooning nonsense words even as he shifts to settle more firmly between Sasuke's legs.
"You know you want it�" the fox-bastard whispers hoarsely into his ear, and that makes Sasuke's eyes snap wide open. With a sharp twist and tug he has his hands free, grabbing at Naruto's shoulders to shove him off, but Naruto has his mouth on Sasuke's again in a kiss that's vicious enough to count as a bite, teeth in his lip drawing blood, and Sasuke's treacherous hands are pulling the bastard closer instead of pushing him away.
Naruto having his hands free is a very bad thing, Sasuke discovers when warm, callused fingers slip beneath the waistband of his pants to curl around his now-very-hard cock. "You want it," Naruto murmurs smugly against his mouth, and Sasuke wants to argue the point but doesn't have breath. Sickness and pleasure coil together in his gut; it's good but it's wrong but it's good and he bites his tongue viciously, squeezing his eyes shut. Naruto is stroking him and it's jerky because it's the wrong angle but it. Hand. Fingers. And he shouldn't be liking this, he shouldn't want this, he shouldn't, he�
Naruto's fingers swipe around the head of his cock, and Sasuke gasps; Naruto immediately takes advantage of that and thrusts his tongue into Sasuke's mouth, and Sasuke wants to bite him but they're tangled up together and Naruto has a hand on his cock and damn it he's too close� He pulls back, away, panting and shoving at Naruto, but the bastard lunges for him, teeth and lips hard against his and fingers vicelike on his hips, and there's nothing he can do but tip his head back against the tile and go with it.
Air on his skin jolts his brain back into gear; Naruto is squirming against him, working his pants down, and Sasuke would protest but his mouth is full of the bastard's tongue, and now there are hands on him again, stroking too-light touches along his inner thighs where the skin is pale, lifting to cup his balls, fingers closing again around his cock. His own hands scrabble fitfully at the tile beneath him, scraping and snagging his nails as he fights the nagging impulse to strangle someone.
Naruto lifts his head, and Sasuke is panting, the breeze drying saliva on his lips as he blinks his eyes open, staring up. The bastard has his fingers in his mouth, sucking on them, and the look in his eyes� Sasuke convulses, fighting for real now, pride rebelling, but Naruto settles heavy against him, pressing him down into the rooftop as slick-wet fingers slide behind his balls, along the crack of his ass. Naruto lets go of his cock with a sigh, capturing Sasuke's wrists with his free hand and pressing them into the tile. One of them anyway; Sasuke's left hand eludes him, settling threateningly around his throat. Sasuke squeezes a little, warningly, as Naruto's fingertips find the right spot and begin to press inwards. Naruto just smirks down at him as if daring him to actually do it, and Sasuke almost shouts with frustrated emotions; hate and confusion and a dozen other things he doesn't want to name.
He forgets all about his hand anyway when Naruto's fingers press roughly into him, the invasion startling and blunt. Sasuke gasps and bucks like a drowning fish and tries to wriggle free, but then the fingers move in him and press just there and suddenly he can't breathe because he's on fire. He feels his fingers scrabble at tile as conflicting impulses jar within his mind, his vision narrowing to Naruto's smug face above him as he does it again, and Sasuke's arching helplessly, trying for friction, and those blue eyes narrow�
Flipped again, Sasuke wobbles off balance as he tries to find purchase on all fours, pants still a black tangle around his knees. Naruto is a rustle of cloth behind him, Sasuke hears him spitting into his palm and hissing under his breath, and then he's being pressed forwards, damp hands rough on his hips, and he burns with another kind of fire as Naruto shoves into him hard.
"Aah!" Sasuke can't control his voice; shame twists through him and eclipses the pain as he gasps for shallow breath, his body trying to accustom itself to the occupation. Naruto doesn't give him enough time to process the sensation, pulling back almost immediately and thrusting in again with a groan. Sasuke rocks with the motion, panting helplessly, and then on the next thrust Naruto's cock hits just there and pleasure banishes pain; he arches, pushing back, and lets a humiliating whimper escape his throat. Again, thrust-and-gasp and his arms give out; he barely avoids planting his face into the tiles. Sasuke doesn't care; Naruto is hot and hard inside him, and moving, and oh god just there, and now he has his hands on Sasuke's shoulders, pressing him down as though he might escape if only he could make his mind work�
It all falls away, and somewhere in the back of his mind he's dimly aware that he's got one hand beneath him, tugging at his cock in time with Naruto's thrusts as he fucks him, hard and there, and it's enough� There's no more hate, no pain, no shame, just Naruto over him, inside him, just the pleasure that makes stars behind his eyelids, and he knows he must be crying out with it but doesn't care. Sasuke lets it all go, hearing Naruto's gasps and hissed curses above him, and lets himself feel. Orgasm takes him like rasengan to the chest, trembling spasms overtaking his limbs and slick fluid spurting over his hand, dripping to the sun-warmed tile.
Somewhere he feels Naruto stiffen and moan, hot-wet-sudden inside before collapsing heavy and inert atop him. Sasuke knows he should probably care. He should probably be outraged that Naruto just fucked him on a rooftop in full view of anybody who cared to watch, but he has no energy. He doesn't even have enough strength left to curse the bastard as Naruto tugs him onto his side, curling up around him in the disarrayed mess of their clothes and sticky skins.
"Heh�" Naruto huffs into his hair, tickling his ear. Sasuke swipes irritably at him with one hand, but his heart isn't in it. It will be very soon, though, if the idiot doesn't stop trying to cuddle him. For the moment he doesn't care to struggle, though.
Or that's what he tells himself, anyway.