Wind
(Creative Cruelty)
This drabble contains mild spoilers.
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“I hate the fucking wind,” Sasuke whispers. They’re side by side on Naruto’s bed, in a room too dark for them to see each other. It’s fine, though. Sasuke doesn’t feel the desire to see the idiot blond right now anyway. It’s enough to hear him breathing and feel his heartbeat.
“It’s not the wind that makes all the noise in this house, you know,” Naruto says quietly, and his hand finds Sasuke’s own. They hold hands in the darkness, like a secret neither wants to admit to knowing. It’s easy to ignore this other, better, side of them at moments like these.
“I know that,” Sasuke replies, just as quietly. “The wind doesn’t sing. I blame it anyway.” The haunting humming that floats from the world outside the room makes Naruto feel cold – colder than he has in a while, and he rolls to lie on Sasuke, who lets go of Naruto’s hand in order to wrap his arms around the other boy’s shoulders.
He wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but this is nice. It’s nice to have Naruto’s weight on him, pressing him into the mattress.
“My brother keeps asking about you,” Sasuke finally says, and Naruto lets out a sleepy sound.
“I have no interest in him.”
Good, Sasuke thinks. Finally someone who sees Itachi for what he is – an uninteresting person, whose intelligence adds little dimension and no depth into his character. Of course if someone could see Itachi the way Sasuke does, it would be Naruto.
“The wind’s getting noisy,” Sasuke mutters when the humming turns from peaceful into frightened, rushed. “It’s disturbing me.”
“Hm,” is Naruto’s input. He’s nearly asleep, and Sasuke sighs.
“If I had any more energy right now,” he says, “I’d fuck you. Just to make you moan louder than that infernal wind.”
“Like I’d let you,” Naruto slurs, not moving an inch. “Fuck me? Like you have the fucking dick for it.”
“If you’re not going to feel it anyway, might as well fuck when you’re asleep,” Sasuke replies. “Spares me the trouble of dealing with you.”
“I’d fucking kill you. Skin you alive and set you on fire.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Naruto says, sounding more awake now. “I’d cut you to pieces and eat you.”
“Fuck you,” Sasuke says breathlessly. He’s turned on, and it makes him feel even warmer. “Like you could. Like you have a knife sharp enough.”
“Don’t need a knife,” Naruto murmurs, and kisses the corner of Sasuke’s mouth lightly. “Got the wind, remember?”
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