Chapter Text
The first time it happens, Naruto blames it on his godfather’s frankly embarrassing collection of pornography. Naruto is sitting there on the couch, bored out of his mind with his hand down his pants. It’s summer. It’s hot. His parents have shipped him away to his godfather’s place in the south so he can do manual labor for the harvest.
It’s not that he minds the work, it gives him an outlet for his freshly presented hormones—but there’s no one his age in the area. It would have been easier if Sasuke was out there breaking his back like he is. Not to say that physical labor doesn’t have its perks. All that lifting and digging has made Naruto stronger. His muscles look better too.
The girl in the porno has dark hair and dark eyes. She’s going down on a dude. Her mouth is covered in spit and drool and she’s got a little come dripping down the edge of her lips. Naruto rubs his dick faster because it’s getting less boring. The camera is zooming in where the girl’s mouth is. She opens her mouth and there’s a flash of teeth when she slyly, gently, scrapes them down the cock she’s sucking on. Naruto’s dick jerks in his hand.
“Shit,” he says, squeezing himself to stop himself from coming. His eyes flick back to the TV. The girl in the porn video is really going at it. She’s swallowing dick like it’s her job, which it kind of is. Her dark hair is sticking to her face but her eyes are alert and mischievous. She takes the cock out of her mouth and puts her plush lips on it, kissing the tip.
She smirks a little meanly. From that angle, she almost looks like Sasuke.
Come splatters onto her face.
Naruto blinks.
Huh, he thinks to himself, what was that? When he looks down at his own hand, it's covered in jizz.
Weird.
The thing about Sasuke is, he has the face and physique to be attractive to everyone. It’s annoying. Girls like him because he’s tall and pretty. Guys like him because he’s tall and pretty. Being a beta and winning the genetic lottery like that is just plain unfair. It used to be a point of contention but now Naruto almost feels…proud of it?
Sasuke hangs out with Naruto the most, after all.
But after coming back home from his godfather’s place, and seeing Sasuke fully face to face again, it’s not quite the same. Sasuke’s nothing like those girls on the DVDs. He’s not trying to seduce anyone. He won’t get taken advantage of, especially not while doing stupid shit like unloading the laundry machine. There’s not a sexual bone in his entire body. His face is impassive and he makes this really ugly expression whenever he gets a headache.
Sasuke is tying his shoes. Naruto is at his place so they can walk to school together. He shuffles his feet as he waits, trying not to look down. Sasuke’s summer uniform is all buttoned up but when he bends over, there’s a white strip of his neck showing.
It’s strangely erotic.
Naruto wants to wash his brain. It’s not his fault. It’s all because of that stupid porno.
“First day back in school huh,” Sasuke says nonchalantly.
“Yeah.”
“You’re pretty tan now.”
“Spent a lot of time outside.”
“Did you do your summer homework?”
“Who are you, my mom? Of course I did.”
“Don’t come crying to me when the teacher finally finishes grading your stuff.”
“Shut up.” Naruto pauses. “You think we’ll be in the same class?”
“Maybe,” Sasuke says, hitching his bag onto his shoulder, “but I’ll miss the peace and quiet if we are.”
Naruto scowls. “I think manual labor would do you some good,” he says.
“Unlike you, I don’t need any more muscles,” says Sasuke.
Naruto hates that he’s right. Damn him.
This is easy. This is familiar. Their friendship has always been like this. As they walk to school, Naruto makes note of their shrinking height difference. Progress. He’s finally catching up.
As expected, it doesn't take long before everyone’s trying to be Sasuke’s friend. Sasuke this, Sasuke that. What’s so good about Sasuke anyways? He’s the same as he’s always been. Aloof and overly cocky, with a tongue sharper than a knife. He should be honored Naruto’s still hanging out with him.
But they’re in the same class again. They’re in the same class, so Naruto can see the suitors and girls coming after Sasuke in real time. Not that Sasuke notices. He’s never cared about secondary genders. Right after Naruto’s presentation ceremony ended, Naruto had taken the chance to gloat about his newly achieved alpha status. Sasuke had challenged him to a fight then and there and proceeded to kick his ass into the dirt.
Naruto’s new suit was ruined that day, but it didn’t matter. Sasuke never held back at all.
Alpha, beta, or omega, he’s never let anything bother him.
Naruto’s eyes follow him. He watches. He scrutinizes everything he does, trying to figure out why his stomach is turning all over the place. People are touching Sasuke too casually. Why are people touching him? At least Sasuke has the intelligence to wear long sleeves and not lend girls his sweater when they ask for it.
“Your popularity irks me to no end,” Naruto tells him.
“I’ll gladly give you all of it,” Sasuke says. There’s a small pile of “welcome back” gifts on his desk. Chocolates and candies and all that sweet stuff Sasuke doesn’t like. He looks like he wants to shove it all into the trash bin but is keeping it for the sake of appearances.
Something smells strange though. Naruto sniffs the air, trying to find the source. His sense of smell has gotten really good since his first rut.
He sniffs and sniffs and sniffs.
“You look like you’re huffing drugs. Creep.”
“Shut up. Something smells weird. I’m trying to figure out what it is.”
He sniffs closer to Sasuke.
“Gross,” Sauke says, leaning a bit further away.
“Don’t get your panties in a twist,” Naruto says. It is Sasuke. He can smell Sasuke’s typical beta smell, that smell of laundry detergent and his natural body odor. But on top of it there’s this funky smell, like…like…
“Sulfur,” Naruto says. “Urgh.”
Sasuke sniffs his sleeve. “I don’t smell anything.”
Of course he doesn’t smell it. He can’t. But it feels wrong to have Sasuke’s scent being covered by this. Everyone at school is wearing scent patches but the sulfur smell could have come from anywhere. One accidental brush against someone not wearing the right patches and there you have it.
Well, Naruto thinks to himself, one time won’t hurt. He takes his wrist and drags it across Sasuke’s shoulders under the guise of a one-armed hug. Instantly, the sulfur scent is replaced with his own.
There. That’s better. Sasuke smells normal now.
The issue is, Naruto can’t stop doing it. He can’t stop scenting Sasuke because Sasuke picks up random scents like a lint roller picks up lint. The worst part is Sasuke doesn’t even realize it. Naruto has to act like some secret agent and cover up the smells because his nose is sensitive and he hangs out with Sasuke way too much, but also he doesn’t want people to get the wrong idea.
That Sasuke is like, a player. Or something like that.
There’s the other side of it too. Sometimes, when the smells of the world get too loud and overwhelming, it’s nice to be around a beta. Sasuke’s scent is clean and has a calming nature about it. Naruto will just bring himself a little closer, or lay his head on his shoulder, and all of the noise will fade away. When Sasuke smells just like himself and nothing else it’s great, but it’s even better when Sasuke smells like himself and a little bit of Naruto.
Naruto’s been told his scent is like the earth when it’s opening up for a rainstorm, which sounds pretty good. He’s checked the scent ranking charts and it’s ranked in the top 20. They could bottle it up and put it in a perfume. Other alphas would pay big money to smell like him. Sasuke should be grateful.
So, the secret scenting goes on. No big deal. Pack dynamics and all that shit.
There’s nothing to worry about until the dreams start happening. Naruto’s been weaning off his suppressants because he’s not allowed to take them for an extended period of time. Only thing is, it’s made him even hornier than he’s been before, and it’s really affecting his sleep quality. He’s woken up in the morning with a hard on nearly every single day.
But the issue isn’t his boner or the extra laundry he has to do.
The issue is the main star of his dreams.
It’s terrifying how well his unconscious mind puts together the scenarios. Sasuke’s always in character. He’s always a little snarky and mean, saying things like “oh? You came already? That was awfully fast.” Or he’ll have his sly mouth wrapped around Naruto’s dick, opening wide just so Naruto gets a good look at the white spread across his tongue. Or his hand will be on Naruto's throat as he rides him, grinding their dicks together and when he’s done he’ll smear Naruto’s jizz across his chest like it’s no big deal, like it’s not intimate, spreading your partner’s seed all over your chest and nipples. Then he’ll raise a nonchalant eyebrow on his impassive face, lick his dirty hand clean, and say, “round two?”
It’s awesome. It’s awful. Naruto is conflicted. He wants to jump him. He can’t. He wants to tell him. He can’t. And the worst is, it’s not only the sexy bits he likes about him. He likes everything. The sarcasm, the dry wit, the slivers of kindness Sasuke tries to hide behind cold words.
It’s like a comically sized piano has been dropped on Naruto’s head and made him realize that he likes Sasuke. Like in that way.
Naruto groans and whines and pulls at his face. Oh god. Is this what puberty is like? A sudden gay awakening? Even if it was, did it have to be Sasuke? Like it could be literally anyone else, right?
He tries to imagine another guy in his place. His boner instantly shrivels up.
Naruto rolls around in bed, tossing and turning, before he suddenly gets the urge to go over to Sasuke’s house and climb up his weird plant wall. He needs to see him and rub his entire body on him.
No, Naruto tells himself, he’s not going to do that. They literally just saw each other at school. Still, even though it’s been less than 24 hours of separation, he feels like crawling out of his skin.
It doesn’t get better. It gets worse. It’s like Naruto’s harboring some sort of dirty secret even though it’s really just a crush. A crush on his best friend, but a crush nonetheless. His body unfortunately reacts whether he wants it to or not—any contact with Sasuke has him feeling anything between butterflies, arousal, or extreme possessiveness.
“We’re getting soba after school,” Amai says, turning around in his seat. “You guys want to come with?”
Soba is Sasuke’s favorite. Naruto waits for him to say yes. It’s not like they have anything planned. Sasuke can go where he wants.
“I’ll pass,” says Sasuke.
“You sure?” Amai asks.
Sasuke already rejected him. Amai is doing nothing wrong, he’s just being friendly by asking. But still, Naruto wants to interject by raising his eyebrows and saying something defensive, like “he said he didn’t want to go,” the same way a wife would tell a fast food worker her husband didn’t ask for pickles.
“I’m sure,” Sasuke says. “But thanks for the invite. Unless, Naruto, you want to?”
“Nah, I’m good, I’m saving up,” Naruto says.
“Oh nice. You buying something big?” Amai asks.
Naruto’s eyes inadvertently dart over to Sasuke. His mouth goes a little dry.
“No, kind of, yes, but it’s a secret,” he says.
“Alright I get it,” says Amai, raising his hands. “Next time though.”
“Next time,” Naruto agrees.
Later that day, Sasuke taps Naruto on the shoulder. Naruto turns around in his seat.
“You want to get ramen after school?” Sasuke asks.
“Oh, I uh,” says Naruto.
“I know you said you’re saving up for something, so it’ll be my treat.”
There Sasuke goes again. Being nice. Naruto wants to kiss the top of his head.
“But ramen’s not your favorite. What’s the occasion?” he says instead.
“A belated celebration for our sports day win.”
“That was like, three weeks ago.”
“A belated celebration is still a celebration. You helped win the cavalry battle. We deserve a little gift to ourselves.”
They end up eating at a small shop in the mall. Naruto orders the tonkotsu ramen. Sasuke gets the shio ramen. The noodles are hot and salty and delicious and Naruto is halfway through his bowl when Sasuke holds out some of his own noodles to share.
“Try some,” says Sasuke. The noodles are dangling off his chopsticks.
“I can get some myself,” says Naruto.
“I have some on my chopsticks already. Eat,” Sasuke orders.
Naruto has no choice but to obediently open his mouth and take a bite. He tries really hard not to think about the fact that Sasuke’s lips have been on the chopsticks and that it's as close to an indirect kiss as he’s going to get. Or the fact that Sasuke is feeding him. Which is like, hella domestic.
If Sasuke was an omega, this would be a glaringly bright indication that he was interested in starting something. Feeding an alpha is a pretty big deal. Like saying, “hey, you could have this every day if you wanted—food spoon-fed straight into your mouth. I could be that for you. I can provide this and so much more.”
But Sasuke is a beta. He doesn’t know that what he’s doing has…implications. So Naruto just has to sullenly slurp the noodles he’s given. They’re good, but not as good as his.
But still, when Sasuke looks at him with a smile in his eye and asks if Naruto wants another bite, Naruto can only open his mouth again, if only to make him happy.
Everything hurts. Naruto’s burning up and nauseous and sick and the only thing that can make it better is Sasuke. But Sasuke ran away. Why did he leave? Why did he leave when Naruto needs him?
His mom has him pinned to the ground.
“I knew I shouldn’t have left you two alone together,” she says.
Naruto snarls against the floorboards. “We weren’t doing anything wrong,” he says. “Let go. Let me go. I need to find Sasuke.”
“Like hell you are. I’m calling your father and we’re taking the rut precautions.”
“I still have two more days.”
“I can smell you,” his mom says, “and it's happening now.”
The next few hours are a blur. There are three trash cans placed in his room. His mom goes to the pharmacy to pick up more medicine and painkillers. His dad starts prepping meals for him. At some point, they install the deadbolt on his door.
“We’re leaving your phone with you,” his mom says. “Call us if you need anything.”
“I need Sasuke. Bring him back,” says Naruto.
“We’re not going to do that.”
“Why not?”
“He can’t help you right now,” his mom says, smiling a little ruefully. “We’ll leave painkillers and food every three hours. Washcloths are in the basket. Your rut supplies should be enough but if they aren’t, text me and I’ll pick up whatever you need.”
She closes his door and leaves him alone.
Naruto paces. Back and forth. Back and forth. He knows his mom means well, and his dad too. They’re looking out for him the best they can. But the space feels wrong. There’s something missing. No matter what he does, he can’t get comfortable. Naruto grinds his teeth and feels the sharp canines that have developed within the past hour, heavier than he’s used to. His gums ache.
Why is everyone so intent on keeping him away from Sasuke? Sasuke is his best friend. Naruto doesn’t need him for sexual things, he just needs him close, near him. Earlier, he looked good sitting in front of his treasures. He should have stayed. He should be with him, right now. He should be close to Naruto. Baring his neck. Looking at him with those dark eyes, that irritating smirk on his lips.
But his scent is still there. His scent is still close.
It’s coming from Naruto’s bed.
From his den.
Saliva pools in Naruto’s mouth. Sasuke’s scent. Sasuke’s clean, pure scent, infused heavily into his sheets. He crawls onto the fabric and rubs his face on it. He sighs. The tightness inside him is slowly relaxing. The heat becomes a little more bearable.
He wants to smell like Sasuke. He wants Sasuke to smell like him too. He wants to tuck him nice and close inside his den. Naruto will make him comfortable. He will take care of him.
Naruto pants against the sheets, snaking a hand down his pants to relieve the pressure between his legs. His cock is already slick. When did that happen? How did it happen so fast? He rubs himself a few times. It feels good but it’s not enough. He closes his eyes, and an image of Sasuke rises to the surface, fanned by all of his recent dreams.
Sasuke’s not doing anything explicit. He doesn’t need to. He doesn’t need to spread himself, he doesn’t need to take off his shirt, he doesn’t need to do anything but sit there. All he does is smile a little, his dirty mouth full of insults and words he doesn’t mean. His legs are toned and long and crossed one over the other.
You desperate for me, Naruto? he seems to ask.
Yes, Naruto thinks. Always.
How do you want me?
Any way I can have you.
Sasuke leans forward. And how much is that? Tell me.
Naruto wants him more than anything. Naruto wants to lick him. To eat him. To have him sit on his face and ride Naruto’s mouth. He wants him to suck him off, he wants to slide himself deep inside where Sasuke is nice and warm. He wants to be bound and at his mercy. He wants to swallow his saliva for him, lick his shoes, wrap his tongue around his toes.
His fingers itch to grab his ass. His mouth aches to taste him. And a primal feeling wells in his throat, heady and desperate, to sink his teeth deep into Sasuke's shoulder where no scent gland exists.
Naruto wants him. He wants him. He wants him.
There is cum all over his hand and in his pants. He doesn’t even notice.
The rest of the week is a haze of delirious, painful desire.
It’s hard for Naruto to look at Sasuke the same way afterwards without feeling like an awful, no good, piece of shit. To make matters worse, his alpha hindbrain is constantly feeding him images from his rut—images of Sasuke in compromising positions with Naruto pounding into him from the back, front, and into his mouth, while tears bead in the corners of Sasuke's eyes.
Sasuke can’t know about it. It would ruin everything.
But he does know. At least a little bit. Naruto’s mom’s decision to leave him with his phone for emergencies had backfired spectacularly. Naruto had sent some of the most embarrassing, damning text messages while in the peak of his rut. He remembers getting a heart attack when he saw his text history, scrolling wide-eyed as his dirty fantasies were aired out to dry. He had no one to blame but himself. He considered jumping out of his window if only to save himself from the incoming, mortifying, gut-wrenching embarrassment.
But Sasuke doesn’t seem to be bothered by the messages. Which is good. Kind of? Naruto’s still deciding how he feels about it.
On one hand Sasuke is acting the same as he always is, which is a relief. But at the same time, there’s something different in the air. Naruto can’t put his finger on it. Sasuke will look at him just a little longer than normal. The rigid line of his mouth will be softer. Sometimes, he’ll find an excuse to do something nice for Naruto, just because he can. He’s still calling Naruto an idiot, insulting his miniscule brain cells, etc. but still.
Nice things.
Naruto knows when Sasuke is being nice and it just makes it that much harder not to like him.
He’s still wearing Naruto’s gloves too. They fit snugly on his hands, covering his skin in bright orange and black stripes. It’s no mating bite but it’s something. There’s a bit of guilt for using such a cheap trick to get Sasuke to wear some of Naruto’s clothing, but he’s never going to have him, so what’s a little bit of indulgence under the guise of friendship?
And Sasuke has no idea how much Naruto watches him now, or at least he pretends not to. It’s like Naruto’s eyes can’t focus on anything else. One time, the teacher called on Sasuke during class. And Sasuke tilted his head just so when he answered the question so the light filtering through the window turned his skin to gold, and Naruto thought his heart was going to fly out of his chest.
He wants to be better for him. He wants to be smarter, faster, stronger. He wants to prove to him that he can protect him, even though Sasuke’s been the one protecting Naruto all their lives. He wants to buy him the world even though his allowance can barely afford a weekend date.
He’s hungry. He’s head over heels. He wants him.
The possessiveness is only getting worse.
Any time someone gets within a five-foot radius of Sasuke, Naruto’s hackles rise. It’s irrational, of course, and very annoying to tamper down. He’s gotten into the habit of slapping double the amount of patches on his neck and wrists because no one needs to know how Naruto smells when he’s irritated, and he’s getting irritated all the more often because of Sasuke.
The classroom door slides open. Kiba saunters in, sleeves rolled up his arms.
“Yo, Naruto,” he says.
“Kiba,” Naruto greets, raising his hand so Kiba can tap their wrists together, “what’s up?”
“Wanted to see how you’re doing. Haven’t seen you since that alpha-omega meetup a few weeks ago. That one chick is asking after you—the girl from Ame High. You know. Yellow sweater, hair in pigtails?”
Naruto wracks his brains. He remembers going and that the girls were nice, but not much else.
Kiba groans. “Oh, come on man! She was all over you!”
“Yeah Naruto, show some respect,” says Sasuke. He’s leaning on his desk, chin resting in his hand. He’s smirking like he knows something Naruto doesn’t.
Does Sasuke think he’s interested in that girl? Naruto isn’t. Naruto isn’t interested in anyone outside of Sasuke.
But…if Sasuke thinks Naruto is into that girl, maybe it can distract him from the fact Naruto sent him all those messages. Maybe Naruto can divert his expectations and escape with his dignity intact. Maybe Naruto can still pretend he’s not pining after a beta who will never give him the time of day.
He opens his mouth.
Yeah, I remember her. She was cute.
Yet, as soon as he’s about to say it, something terrible rises within him. Goosebumps jump to life all over his skin and his stomach churns.
It’s at this moment he realizes his alpha body wants Sasuke so much that lying to himself might actually make him sick.
Naruto swallows.
“Everything alright?” Sasuke asks.
“Oh yeah. Totally great,” says Naruto.
Kiba puts a hand on Sasuke’s shoulder and shakes his head.
“You need to stop babying him. He’s getting spoiled,” he says.
“I’ve been saying that for the past ten years,” Sasuke replies.
“Doesn’t help that all these girls are throwing themselves at him. His ego is going through the roof. We need to knock him down a few pegs. What are you doing tonight? You wanna take Naruto’s place at the get-together?”
“Why would I do that?”
“That Ame High girl said she’d show up if Naruto is going to be there. She’s bringing her friends too. You’ve got a good face.”
“What’s my face going to do in this situation?”
“Dude. Sasuke. You’re smarter than this. You could literally sit there and be the most awkward person ever and all the girls would still be climbing all over you. We need that energy with us tonight.”
“You only think with your dick, Kiba.”
“What other part of my body am I supposed to think with? So? You coming?”
Naruto looks up. He was focused in on the spot where Kiba’s hand was touching Sasuke’s shoulder, but now he’s alert for a different reason.
“Sasuke’s not going anywhere,” he says before he can think better of it.
“Woah, let the man say it himself,” says Kiba.
“That’s right,” Sasuke says, wearing that goddamn evil expression again, “I can think for myself, Naruto.”
What is Naruto supposed to do? He can’t let Sasuke go, because Kiba is right. One look at Sasuke would be enough. Anyone would be attracted to that face. Anyone would be attracted to that body. He’s a grade A package and everyone knows it.
Those girls at the meetup would swarm him and get their omega scents all over his clothes. Peaches, vanilla, honeysuckle—Naruto might be there to cover it up but he can’t do something so obviously possessive in a room full of other people. And worse—if he couldn’t help himself and he did—Sasuke would pick up on it. Even he could understand a courting gesture like that.
It would ruin everything. Their friendship would burst into flames.
It's not Naruto’s place to say what Sasuke can or can’t do. Sasuke’s independent. He’s always been that star just out of reach. He’s allowed to shine his light on others even when every nerve in Naruto’s body is pleading for him to stay with him and no one else.
“You can do whatever you want,” Naruto says. “Don’t let me stop you.”
“I wasn’t planning on it,” Sasuke says.
Kiba perks up. “So that’s a yes?”
“No,” Sasuke says, “I’m not going. But thanks for the invite.”
Relief floods Naruto’s body.
Kiba looks stunned. “But I thought you said—”
“I just don’t like Naruto telling me what to do. I have plans tonight. I can’t make it.”
“Damn. Guess we have to go with our original plan then. Naruto—what do you have going on tonight?”
“I can’t make it either,” Naruto says automatically.
Kiba groans. “Great. Now I’m one person down.”
“You can ask Kazuha,” says Naruto, jabbing a thumb in his direction.
Kiba sighs, defeated. “Don’t know the guy, but sure, why the hell not,” he says.
“I’ll politely decline,” says Kazuha from across the classroom.
-
Sasuke and Naruto walk through their usual path of cherry blossom trees on the way home. The weather is getting warmer. It’s still a little cold outside but the sunlight is bright.
“So, what plans do you have tonight?” Naruto asks, trying not to sound interested.
“Hm?”
“You told Kiba you were busy tonight. What do you have going on?”
“Oh. That. Not much.”
“Your mom making you buy groceries again?”
“Not this time around,” says Sasuke. “It's just this really annoying neighbor I have. He always wants to hang out. Figure I’d finally give him the chance…maybe we could watch the dumb new superhero movie that came out last week.”
“I said that,” says Naruto.
“Hm. So you did,” says Sasuke, smiling at him. The joy swelling in Naruto’s chest threatens to burst into a firework.
Sasuke. Sasuke. Sasuke. The cherry blossoms are falling and the world is perfect. Sasuke is beautiful beneath the spring day, his uniform crisp with the top button loose. His dark hair is tucked behind one of his ears. He’s looking at Naruto with a soft warmth in his eyes, and Naruto might never have him in the way he wants to, but if this is as close as he can get, he can live with it.
It falls, crashing and burning.
“I’m going home,” Naruto says. He never realized heartbreak was such a literal word. His chest hurts so badly that there’s no other explanation other than his heart shattering into a thousand pieces.
“Wait,” Sasuke says. He sounds desperate. He sounds like he actually cares. Naruto almost stops in his tracks because Sasuke is telling him to wait and he’s weak, so weak to his words. But if he doesn’t leave now, he might start crying, and the vulnerability might destroy him. Sasuke saw the dark desire Naruto’s been holding for so long.
Not only that. He knew about it.
Their relationship has been a joke this whole time.
Naruto climbs down the trellis and doesn’t look back.
“Do you get it?” Sasuke asks, “do you get it now, you mentally challenged, stupid, sorry excuse for a best friend—”
“—No, I don’t,” says Naruto. Tears are streaming down Sasuke’s face. Sasuke is angry. He’s pissed beyond belief. Naruto knows how upset he is because it’s his fault after all. He’s the one to blame. And yet, the button off Sasuke’s uniform is being shoved into his chest like Sasuke’s baring his heart to him, and a gift like that can’t be taken as anything else other than the confession it is.
Minutes later, Naruto has finally gotten his mouth on him. They're kissing. Sasuke’s lips are a little salty from his tears, but Naruto likes it. It’s just another part of Sasuke he can claim he’s tasted now.
Sasuke clutches Naruto's shirt collar as their mouths move together, gasping every so often for air before diving back in. He’s warm. His skin is so smooth.
Sasuke kisses him.
He kisses him deeply.
He kisses him with a warm, slick tongue teasing between their lips.
Sasuke kisses and kisses and kisses and kisses him, and Naruto can only hold his face, run his hands through his hair and take all of that pent up anger and desperation and swallow it greedily down.
Sasuke’s parents are out of town for their anniversary.
There’s something to be said about respect, about not desecrating their youngest son while they’re away. But Naruto is only a man. It doesn’t take long for him and Sasuke to fumble past belts and underwear. He runs his hands up Sasuke’s chest, feeling the peaks and valleys of his ribs and abdomen. He’s tasted that very flesh, he’s been lucky enough to scrape his teeth against Sasuke’s nipples and sink his canines into his pecs. If he plays his cards right tonight, Sasuke will let him do it again.
Sasuke is a messy kisser. He likes to bite. He kisses like he is in life, a little aggressive but tender underneath it all.
This isn’t the first time they’ve touched each other like this. Naruto has already gotten to play out a number of his personal fantasies. A few weeks ago, Sasuke had forced him to sit in a chair and tied his hands behind his back. Then he crawled, naked, into his lap, and rested his chin over his shoulder.
You like this, don’t you? he had said with his neck directly in Naruto’s line of sight.
Of course, Naruto replied. There was nothing Sasuke could do to him that he wouldn’t enjoy: the lines of Sasuke’s strong shoulders, the scent of fresh shampoo, his firm chest pressed to his shirt.
Sasuke had teased. He had shifted every so often so Naruto could see his asscheeks spread over his thighs, readjusting himself, grinding every so often so their cocks smeared against each other. And after an hour of this horrible, wonderful torture, Sasuke had dug the tip of his fingernail into the tip of Naruto’s dick and Naruto came just like that.
Now though? Now, Naruto is the one pushing Sasuke down with one hand and pulling his pants off with the other. He’s the one pressing Sasuke’s thighs up by his head. He’s the one mouthing at Sasuke’s ass, saying “please let me eat you out, please let me eat you, please Sasuke, please please” because he knows Sasuke is weak to his begging.
And Sasuke lets him. He scowls and says, “What happened to being good? Are you listening?” but he doesn’t mean it. He never does. He runs his mouth and he lectures Naruto and says he has no self-control, but he secretly likes it.
So Naruto does what makes him feel good. He sucks around the skin of his ass and licks him nice and clean. He can’t help but sound appreciative. It’s truly a feast. Sasuke tastes the best down there, like soap and something musky, something innately Sasuke that has Naruto’s salivary glands working overtime. Naruto runs his tongue around the rim of his asshole, wriggles it in, then eats and eats and eats like he’s a starving man. Sasuke's ass is divine. Naruto relishes in the feel of the puckered hole over his tongue. It clenches against the surface of it like a kiss.
“Don’t you ever get tired of that?” Sasuke asks. His voice is all breathy and sexy.
“Of what?” Naruto asks through a mouthful of ass.
“That. Putting your tongue in my…”
“No. I don’t. I could do it forever.”
But, while he really could, after a few more minutes of feasting, Naruto reluctantly pulls away and replaces his tongue with his fingers.
Sasuke hisses. “Do you have to shove two in at once?”
“I like it when you squeeze me,” Naruto confesses.
“Fuck. God. Why do you…urgh,” Sasuke says. Naruto’s fingers are pressing right against his prostate. One day, when they both are patient enough, Naruto will make him come just like that. It’s trainable. The asshole has enough nerves to make it happen. Naruto’s read about it in extensive detail.
“I’m a simple man,” he says.
“Alpha hindbrain,” Sasuke mutters.
Naruto crooks his fingers deeper. Sasuke tries to push him off. It’s futile. They’ve wrestled before, more seriously, and Naruto’s become hell-bent on reversing his losing streak. He’s stronger than Sasuke now, definitively. So Sasuke’s shoving and pushing at Naruto’s shoulders because he can’t get away from the relentless assault on his prostate, and he’s beginning to sweat, straining so all of his muscles are stretched taut.
His scent carries in the air. Exertion has turned it a little tangy and metallic. A bitter bite to the typical cleanliness. It's Naruto's preferred version: he loves it when it gets like that, a little dirty, a little less perfect. He rubs that spot inside Sasuke’s ass a little harder just so he can watch him writhe.
His other hand presses against Sasuke’s sternum. Beneath the ribs, a heart beats strong and fast.
“Why are you doing that?” Sasuke asks.
“Sometimes you just want to push down the guy you like,” Naruto replies.
Almost immediately, there’s a hand on his neck. Sasuke has his fingers wrapped around him. He pushes upwards and Naruto follows like a dog on a leash until his back hits the bed, his fingers still buried in Sasuke’s ass. The pressure around his throat is just enough. Not too much to hurt, but enough to remind him that it's there.
“Yeah,” says Sasuke, perching on top of him, “sometimes you do.”
Naruto looks up at Sasuke. He’s still wearing his white undershirt. His cock is tenting beneath the fabric.
“You’re so attractive,” Naruto breathes. He's in awe.
“Wait till you see my next trick.” Sasuke leans forward, grabbing Naruto’s wrist and slowly sliding his fingers out from his ass. “It’s going to blow your mind.”
“Oh,” Naruto says, swallowing hard. “I mean, you could literally do nothing and it would still—”
Sasuke doesn’t let him go further than that. It's because his bare ass is grinding very close to Naruto’s dick and it’s extremely distracting. He moves back and forth, back and forth, so that Naruto’s cock glides between his cheeks.
Sasuke must feel good too. His face has a tell-tale flush and his erection is getting extremely hard.
“Can I help?” Naruto asks. “I’m good with my hands.”
“I’ll think about it,” Sasuke says. “Don’t do anything uncharacteristic or I’ll cuff you.”
“Okay,” Naruto replies. “No real con there, but still.”
Sasuke grabs the bottle of lube off the bed stand and squirts it liberally all over his fingers before reaching behind himself. His fingers squelch as they enter his body. Naruto watches them disappear.
Given that betas’ bodies aren’t as suited as omegas’ bodies to taking things up the ass, the lube is entirely necessary for...uh...penetration. Unlike an omega's body, Sasuke’s does not come equipped with a self-lubricating asshole. Although they make special lube now, the fancy kind that mimics the scent and viscosity of slick, he doesn’t need it. He doesn’t need to smell like anything other than himself. Each time they have sex, Sasuke physically works to stretch himself out, complaints and all—and if that isn’t love, Naruto doesn’t know what is.
Sasuke grunts. “I hate this part. Feels gross as hell,” he says.
“Yeah but it’s loads better than the first time we did it,” Naruto offers.
“The bar should not be that low,” Sasuke replies, but nevertheless adds a third finger and spreads himself.
“I want to see,” Naruto says. He's already craning to try and take a look.
“Stay down.”
“I want to see. Please let me see. You can bring your ass to my face. I'll get a good view from that position.” He's seen it before, only once, when they were having sex and he had to pull out to avoid shoving his half-formed knot inside him. Sasuke's hole had been so open and loose that day, all wet and sloppy, pink and red and shiny with lube. Naruto's half knot had become a full-fledged knot then, and it had taken a herculean effort to resist slamming all of himself inside Sasuke and coming all over that pink cavern with his spend.
“You’ve seen it plenty of times,” Sasuke counters. He removes his fingers, then grabs Naruto’s cock and eases it towards his entrance. He takes a deep breath before trying to push it inside.
He doesn’t make it far before stopping.
“Shit. Are you bigger?”
“Don’t stroke my ego,” Naruto says.
“It’s merely a statement. You alphas let everything go to your heads.”
Sasuke slowly eases the rest of Naruto’s cock inside of him. With immense difficulty, Naruto resists grabbing Sasuke’s hips and fucking upwards. It's hard though. So, so fucking hard. The inside of Sasuke’s ass is hot and wet and tight, and every single one of Naruto’s nerves is concentrated where they touch—its so incredible that his toes start curling up. It's hard to be still, but he can be good.
For a while, that’s all Sasuke does. He rides Naruto with smooth, languid motions while sweat drips down his neck, every drop salty iron. His shirt, slightly open around his chest, gives Naruto a great viewing angle of collarbones and slightly raised flesh where his pecs begin. With every upward and downward motion Sasuke’s breath comes out a little less even. There’s a wet patch on the bottom of his shirt where his cock sticks to the fabric.
He’s beautiful and Naruto can’t resist him.
Naruto caresses Sasuke's thigh and rubs circles on the skin there which has grown a little moist and tacky. Sasuke doesn’t seem to notice. He’s too focused on the task at hand, on riding Naruto, on making them both feel good. After a while, Naruto begins meeting him motion for motion. He rolls his hips upwards so Sasuke’s thighs don't strain too much, and their bodies smack together.
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
Sasuke's ass jiggles obscenely when their thighs connect. Naruto reaches for it.
“Hands off,” Sasuke says, swatting him away. “Watch me.”
“Yes sir,” Naruto says, as if he’s ever done anything else.
Sasuke takes his shirt hem and pulls up, bites, clenching it between his teeth. Like this, Naruto is finally granted full view of his torso—his pink nipples and toned abs, slightly shiny with sweat. Sasuke’s cock stands fully upright. It’s perfectly proportioned for his body. When he sinks onto Naruto's dick, it moves with him. Naruto is struck with a sudden desire for Sasuke to slap it against his face. And then maybe slip it into his mouth.
“God. You’re so hot,” he says, running his hand up Sasuke's chest.
Sasuke ignores him in favor of touching himself. He grabs his cock, now slathered in lube, and jerks it, sliding his tight fist around its length, squeezing his cockhead so the erotic, slick, squelching sound is clearly audible. Naruto watches, entranced, as he masturbates while riding his dick. Sasuke bounces up and down. His balls are dripping with lube. It’s an assault, is what it is. He's taking over every crevice of Naruto’s body.
The taste of Sasuke’s saliva lingers in Naruto's mouth. His scent wafts across his nose. Every moment with him feels like a life or death battle against Naruto’s own wants. Pleasure ricochets through his body as Sasuke fucks himself on his cock, his shirt between his teeth.
Naruto never knew desire could consume someone like this. Everything he wants Sasuke to do to him, he wants to do to Sasuke twofold. He’s sure Sasuke knows. He’s got that look in his eye like he does.
One day, this dam of control between them will crack, and Naruto will break. He doesn’t know when that will happen but he’s pretty sure he knows the aftermath. He’ll first flip Sasuke over, tie his hands to the bed frame, and pound without restraint into his hole until it’s puffy and red, even as Sasuke says "no, stop, you're too big," even as tears drip from the corners of his eyes. Then, he’ll bite him, he'll sink his teeth into his pale, white neck even though there’s no mating gland to tie them together, just so he can taste the blood on his lips before licking it away. He'll shove his knot in too, the way he's wanted to all this time, and he'll lock Sasuke to him as he pops it in and out, watching the fat rim of Sasuke's ass stretch over it, accommodating this part of him like his body was made to take it all and more. And, when he's locked inside him good and tight, when he's made sure Sasuke can't run away, when Sasuke's thighs are shaking and his arms are trembling, he’ll come inside. He'll come inside over and over and over again, he'll come until his seed takes by some miracle of god, until Sasuke's full with it, until it drips out of that perfect, delicious, beautiful pink hole, and then he’ll lick every inch of his skin, in between his toes, fingers, everything, swallowing his come and spit and tears and sweat—he'll spank him until his handprint becomes a tattoo, choke on his cock, have Sasuke choke on his cock, wring every last orgasm out of Sasuke’s body until he’s motionless on the bed, and then Naruto will take him like that too.
He will claim every inch of Sasuke’s body. There will be no part of him left untouched.
On top of him, Sasuke grinds down, hard. The fantasy breaks in place of reality. Naruto whines in the back of his throat as his cock reaches even further up Sasuke's asshole.
“Don’t come yet,” Sasuke says, muffled by the shirt between his teeth.
“It’s hard,” Naruto complains. And that's the absolute truth. It is. It always will be. It’s hard when Sasuke looks like Sasuke, when the scent of his sweat is blanketing them both, mixing with Naruto’s like they’re already a mated pair. It’s hard when all his unfettered desires are barely being kept in check. He’s doing his best. It’s not his fault Sasuke is so unaffected by it all.
Sasuke lets go of the shirt and smirks, smiling that mean smile reserved for the times he’s torturing Naruto and enjoying it. He reaches out. His fingers lay across Naruto’s throat like a collar.
The concept of alphas owning omegas is extremely archaic but at this moment, it’s Naruto who feels owned.
Sasuke is warm and strong above him. He tosses his head back. His body rolls in a beautiful wave, and he takes, takes, takes—not greedily, but in the way someone claims what they’re entitled to. When he comes, he smears his semen over Naruto’s chest and says, “kiss me,” and Naruto, like the lovesick fool he is, is hopeless to press their lips together.
A knock comes at the door. Sasuke, who’s been awake for a few minutes now, gently moves Naruto’s sleeping figure off himself. With no small amount of difficulty he rolls out of bed and hobbles to the door. His ass hurts like a bitch but that’s to be expected. They’ve been fucking like rabbits for two days straight. Honestly, he’s surprised he’s able to stand on his own two feet.
He opens the door.
Sasuke expects to see his parents home early from their anniversary. He does not expect to see Itachi with a duffle bag slung on his back and a suitcase by his side.
“Hello Sasuke,” Itachi says, smiling. “Long time no see.”
Sasuke can’t help but smother him in a hug. It’s been so long since he’s seen his brother in person.
“I thought you weren’t coming back until next week,” he says.
“I decided to surprise mom and dad when they come home. Looks like I surprised you too,” Itachi laughs. “Have you been well?”
“Yes,” Sasuke says. “Nothing to report since our last call.”
“Wonderful," says Itachi.
There is a long stretch of silence. Itachi is smiling, but something is not quite right.
"...Are you sure there's nothing to report?" Itachi asks again.
"...I'm sure," Sasuke says.
"Really. Sasuke, we spoke just last week, and yet somehow I feel I'm missing a piece of crucial information."
"How so?"
"You smell like you suddenly converted into an alpha while I was away. What do you have to say about that, hm?”
Sasuke freezes. Itachi is suddenly donning his rare, “I-look-composed-but-I’m-very-very-very-irritated” expression. He places his hand on Sasuke’s shoulder.
“You didn't even realize it, or perhaps you are so used to it now that you've completely neglected to think about it. That is rather frightening. I will put it into words for you so you can properly understand the implications: you are covered by so many pheromones that you smell completely like an alpha. You've been scented to hell and back, so strongly in fact, that I doubt there is a single inch of you that hasn’t been scented, which frankly is a little unsettling to think about. If you went outside the way you are right now, you would certainly get some very concerned looks and rightfully so. I thought we always kept pheromone wash at home for situations like this, but it seems you’ve either neglected to use it or we’ve run out and haven’t restocked. Or perhaps, there is another, more pressing, more annoying reason, which I do not approve of. So, Sasuke? Do you have anything to say? I think you owe me an explanation.”
Sasuke closes his eyes. He’s getting a headache.
“I should have pushed him off the trellis,” he says.
Itachi grips Sasuke’s shoulder harder.
“...Him?”
Upstairs, Naruto calls out, “Welcome home, Mr. and Mrs. Uchiha!”
Itachi pauses.
Oh no, Sasuke thinks, and prepares for the worst. He watches, wary, as Itachi walks past him, gently moving his suitcase inside the house and setting his duffle bag down. He removes his shoes, one at a time, placing them neatly on the rack.
For a brief, naive moment, Sasuke is hopeful. Itachi looks fine. Normal. Unaffected.
If Sasuke could smell him, maybe he could have anticipated what was about to happen.
“...Have you ever witnessed a territory battle between two alphas?” Itachi asks calmly.
And with that, Sasuke only has a split second to restrain his brother before he beats the shit out of his new boyfriend.