Thine Own Self Pursue
Relationship: Road to Ninja!Sasuke| “Charasuke”/Uchiha Sasuke
Genre: Crossover, Romance
Length: 6k
[Warnings: unfinished one shot, 6k, doesn’t have a neat chapter end. “Self”cest, or two alternate dimensional counterparts having romantic/sexual relations. Underage, they’re both 16-17 in this. First time (for Sasuke)]
Sasuke didn’t know where Naruto was, or if he was cursed with his polar opposite as well, but manifested rage in his direction anyway, certain that this was somehow the blonde’s fault.
What was Naruto’s counterpart even like? Pleasant to be around? Intelligent? Quiet, thoughtful, fickle? He imagined Naruto at his angriest, glaring, and fixed it in place. The image wavered almost immediately, softening and then breaking out into a golden smile. Sasuke didn’t know even know what Naruto at sixteen looked like smiling. He barely knew what Naruto at sixteen looked like, at all, and preferred to keep it that way.
Meanwhile: this idiot.
A version of himself he contemplated stabbing just to shut him up.
“He would love you.” Sasuke found himself muttering, a little amused. This ‘Sasuke’ was everything he himself wasn’t: prone to fits of narration, constantly in motion, chattering as if he hadn’t a care in the world or an intelligent thought in his head.
“Who, your Menma? Uzumaki Menma, I mean? If you’re me I figure you have one of him, too. Have you ever dated?”
“His name is Naruto.” Sasuke corrected absently, then: “What?”
The trace of amusement he felt at his counterpart’s novelty gave way to stark annoyance. The counterpart did not seem to notice the lethal edge to the words, the warning therein.
“Yeah, you know, I really thought that would work out? Like, obviously. I like him so much but he’s such a jerk! He can be so into me when we’re together and then act so differently around other people, I can’t stand it.”
Emotions one after another crossed his expressive face and for a moment Sasuke was once more struck with the impossible differences between them.
His counterpart laid back carelessly, braced on his elbows.
“So if you’re like this taciturn version of me, who have you dated? Don’t glare at me like that, Sage, you look like you’d get along with violent-ass Hinata.” Mercurial, his complaint shifted to glee. “Wait, did you? Did you date Hinata? She looks like she’d be so mean in bed, but she’d definitely peg so there’s that—”
“Stop talking.” Sasuke’s intellectual curiosity waned as his urge to throttle the other boy became overwhelming.
“What,” His counterpart laughed. “Don’t tell me you’ve never dated anyone at all?”
He squinted, taking in Sasuke’s attire, his lack of headband, the sword strapped to him.
“Oh my gosh, you haven’t! You’re this really hot version of me and you’ve never fucked anyone! What’s the point of looking like that and being so confident if you don’t spread your legs for anyone?”
Sasuke snorted hard.
“Spread your legs for ‘anyone’ seems about right.” He said, cuttingly, and his counterpart sputtered with offense before laughing good-naturedly.
“Alright, that was good.” He admitted, still smiling so freely Sasuke couldn’t help but watch his mouth, appalled and something else. “Seriously, though, I guess we really are opposites. I always thought of Menma as my opposite, you know? Your ‘Naruto’, I mean. Opposites attract and all that. Sage, I can’t believe he hasn’t fucked you. Like, of all people. I flirt around a lot and I like getting laid, but that’s the one that actually meant something, you know? Or maybe you don’t know. I’m like a Charai Sasuke compared to you. Charasuke.”
Sasuke latched onto the name purposefully, tired of calling him ‘counterpart’ and utterly unwilling to use his own name for this fluffy-haired imposter, who just. Kept. Talking.
“And you’re like, the virgin version of me, right? Otome Sasuke. Oto-Sasuke– no, that sounds like I’m calling you ‘Daddy’ or hey wait, didn’t you say you lived in Sound? Otogakure no Sasuke.”
“I will pay you to stop talking for five seconds.” Sasuke said, flatly. The rain poured outside, the cave lit by their campfire, smoke billowing out of the front of the cave mouth.
“Oh, wow.” Charasuke laughed. “Usually people just offer to shut me up, you know?”
He watched the incomprehension fail to morph into anything else on Sasuke’s face, his own reactive expression going from leering-amused-expectant to a dismay that seemed at least half-feigned, dramatic like an actor in a movie.
“Ototsuke—okay, nope, I was right, that was weird, you can just be Sasuke—that’s weird but not as weird—” His thoughts spread across his face, shifting like sand every few seconds, before he blurted out, “No, no, no, don’t distract me! Do you really not get the joke? Like, you know, ‘shut me up’? Give my mouth something useful to do?”
He made a hand gesture that meant nothing in any of the ANBU sign language Sasuke knew, who stared at him blankly.
“Come on, we cannot be this stupid in any universe!” Sasuke bristled at the insult. “You know, blowjobs? Oral? A dick in your mouth?”
“Don’t be perverse.” Sasuke snapped, lips a sneer, and Charasuke threw his arms up in exasperation.
“We cannot be the same person.” He lamented. “I love getting fucked way too much to have a counterpart this standoffish and uninterested.” His haughty expression wavered like a mirage, settling on that mock outrage again. Whiny? Pouty?
Charasuke had more expressions in a handful of seconds than Sasuke had had in a handful of years, more emotions than he could even put names to. It was exhausting just watching it.
“It’s not fair!” Charasuke exclaimed, gesturing broadly to Sasuke once more. “Look at you! You’re like a wet dream. A version of me with a model face and such a severe expression. You should be beating people off with a stick, they want to fuck you so bad.”
The only person he was beating off with a stick was Naruto. The rest of the sycophants he’d left behind in their childish little village. Well, Karin made no secret of the fact that she wanted him, for some reason—he was like Uzumaki catnip, for fuck’s sake—but it was usable. Convenient, if baffling.
“If I looked like you—”
Sasuke interrupted him up with a glare.
“We literally have the same face.”
“Yeah but you’re hotter than me.” He waved a hand, flippant. “It’s the constant glaring, or the tits-out look–probably both. Who dresses like that? I could never pull it off. They’d laugh me out of Konoha.”
“Is that the only way to shut you up?” Sasuke snapped. He recalled the gesture of earlier, which made an unfortunate amount of sense with context.
Instead of being offended, Charasuke flushed hotly.
“Why?” He challenged right back. “You offering?”
“To… shut you up?” Sasuke frowned, wondering if he was following the exchange correctly. People offering blowjobs were offering to give blowjobs. Which meant they were the one using their mouth, or so he’d thought.
“To fuck my mouth.” Charasuke smiled, slow and lascivious. His eyes blinked slow and then went half-lidded with confidence. It remained a ‘trip’ to see his mirror act in such a way, without any trace of shame or pride.
He said it like a dare and usually Sasuke would never be tempted into such asinine challenges.
“But you’ve never done it before, right? Never had anyone touch you. Not even Naruto.”
The words were like an unexpected blow. Sasuke’s breath caught in his chest, surprised, and he glared harshly.
“Nevermind.” He looked away, unamused. He hadn’t even offered, really. Just got caught up in the strangeness of the situation, the way Charasuke seemed to find no issue with the topic at all.
“Hey, no.” Charasuke was suddenly closer, no longer put off—if he ever was—by Sasuke’s ‘standoffishness’, the aura that suggested violating his personal space was a good way to lose a limb at the joint.
His hand, without hesitation or fear, landed on Sasuke’s forearm.
He could not remember the last time someone had touched him.
The contact burned hot, surprising. Where was Charasuke from, that he could touch so easily, reach out without fear of reprisal; expressions so open, so unguarded?
“Shinobi must be very different where you’re from.” He found himself saying, a murmur.
“Eh, probably not.” A shaky smile. “I’m just not a very good shinobi, I guess.”
Wry, self-depreciating. Sasuke had never felt that way. He wasn’t prone to introspection, always focused outward on the next goal—on the only goal—and if he saw himself lacking, it was with frustration that his progress wasn’t fast enough.
“I am good at giving head.” Charasuke said, changing the subject back to what he was, mystifyingly, more confident in. “I’ve got a lot of experience.”
“That’s not something to brag about, idiot.”
“And why not?” Charasuke challenged. “You wouldn’t say that if you knew how much we enjoy it.”
“’We’.” Sasuke snorted, disbelieving. He stopped. “Wait, giving or–?”
Charasuke tipped his head back and laughed, easier than any shinobi Sasuke had ever seen. Good-humored, unburdened; he laughed like a civilian.
“Both, Sasuke.” He shivered a little, like he got a thrill of saying his own name. “Well, if I’m honest I like giving head a bit more than getting it, because. Well.”
His cheeks flushed pink in the firelight, a look Sasuke had never seen in the mirror. His bangs brushed his cheeks, black on light on blood-flushed pink, his lips an even darker version of the color, the bottom one caught between his teeth.
“I’ll take your word for it.” Sasuke took his arm back, expecting that to be the end of it, but Charasuke’s hand settled on Sasuke’s thigh instead and his counterpart folded himself to the ground between Sasuke’s legs.
It was too close, closer than he’d been to anyone in years.
“Let me show you?” Charasuke asked, a hint shy. He looked up through his lashes and he should have looked ridiculous, should have been bold in this as with anything.
“You want to–?” Sasuke could not even say it. This entire situation made no sense. How did they even get here?
“Suck you off, yeah.” Charasuke grinned again, becoming more confident for some reason. His hands stroked up either side of Sasuke’s thighs, like he found comfort in the touch.
“You’ve never done it before, right?” He said, casually, as if certain now. Not in disbelief, like earlier. “Even though you’re so hot you could pull practically anyone. But, you do touch yourself?”
“Idiot.” Sasuke said, by reflex. This was disconcertingly like talking to Naruto; close to him for no reason, saying stupid things no one should say. The realization was too close to… something. Sasuke shoved the inappropriate comparison away.
He’d waited too long, though, and his counterpart continued blithely.
“Everyone does, right? Nothing to be ashamed of.” Sasuke wasn’t ashamed, though Charasuke didn’t stop there. “This is kind of like touching yourself, actually. You’re me—somehow—and I’m uh. I’m a version of you. Somehow.”
“You’re comparing this to masturbating.” Sasuke fixed him with a flat look. His counterpart spluttered, offended.
“I mean, kind of but also no, it’s not like I’m a shadow clone, though I’ve heard people do that—or at least, people in like, ninja porn—”
Sasuke gave serious consideration to shoving him backwards, into the fire. He pressed his hand into Charasuke’s hair, gripping in warning, to at least push him out of Sasuke’s space like this. He was too warm, too bewildering; Sasuke kept getting caught up in confusing trains of thought.
But Charasuke moaned, going lax the moment Sasuke pulled his hair. He bared his throat, plush lips falling open with the sound, lashes brushing his cheeks.
Sasuke’s fingers tightened in black strands and Charasuke winced a little, but didn’t try to get away. He shifted on his knees, gave a little half-shudder. His breath panted out.
“This turns you on?” He said, his first instinct to be unimpressed. How were they the same person?
“D-don’t knock it till you try it.” His counterpart laughed, unbothered, and rose one hand to direct Sasuke’s down to the back of his head, instead. Sasuke allowed it, mostly curious as to what the other had planned, and experimentally tugged on the short strands at his neck.
He told himself he wouldn’t have done this if they weren’t two versions of the same person, if he wasn’t struck by some morbid curiosity into the difference.
Charasuke moaned again, a sigh of sound, and shouldered in closer to Sasuke, nudging Sasuke’s knees apart, until his face was against Sasuke’s belly.
With Sasuke holding him there, to any outside observer. Sasuke dropped his hand like it burned, out of surprisingly soft hair, but Charasuke reached back and returned it impatiently.
Both of his warm hands settled on Sasuke’s legs again, far higher up on his thighs than he’d dared last time.
“Let me suck you off.” He cajoled, voice a little deeper, now. He sounded more like Sasuke in this moment. “Let me.”
“Why?” It was baffling. Sasuke took himself in hand often enough, in the same way he worked out the sore muscles from training, in the same way he stood under hot water in the shower. It felt good, it was relaxing.
Involving someone else felt unnecessary, invasive. Vulnerable for no extra benefit, and he had no one he would tolerate to touch his bare skin, to be that close to him.
“Dude.” Charasuke laughed a little. “It feels so good. I love the weight of it in my tongue, in my mouth. I love working someone pretty over so good that they come apart under my tongue. I love their hands on me, I love when someone wants me to get off so badly they put their mouth on me. I love fucking into someone’s hot mouth.”
“I don’t love anything that much.” Sasuke huffed, nails scratching a little against Charasuke’s neck. Naturally, he liked that too, humming in pleasure.
The thought invaded, of how Charasuke would sound-feel making that noise around Sasuke’s cock. Which was particularly stupid, since he had no frame of reference for what it would feel like. His own hand, but wetter?
“Normally I’d take that as such a fucking challenge, you don’t even know. Do you know how insulting it would be if I couldn’t get myself off?” Charasuke wrinkled his nose, looking up at Sasuke from his lap.
“Like, I should know everything you like. I should be able to give you the best blowjob of all time. Take your pants off.”
Sasuke actually considered complying.
“We’re in a cave. This log isn’t that comfortable.” It kept him off the ground at least, but did little more. He didn’t relish the idea of his bare ass on the wood.
“Throw your bedroll over it. We’ll probably be sleeping here if the storm doesn’t let off, anyway.” Charasuke said casually.
“That seems like a lot of work for very little.” Sasuke said without inflection.
As expected, it made Charasuke stammer, outraged.
“Very little!” He exclaimed, hands tightening on Sasuke’s thighs. “I’ll fucking show you ‘little’, rude ass—” his words trailed off as he turned his face into Sasuke’s belly, breath warm even through the fabric. He did something, shifted somehow—
Suddenly he was nuzzling his cheek down Sasuke’s navel and lower, until he brushed his face between Sasuke’s thighs. It shouldn’t have felt like anything—it was his face, not his hand or his mouth—but the pressure was–
Sasuke gripped the back of his neck hard, his other hand flying to the log under him for purchase. Electricity sparked down his spine, pressure and heat as his every muscle went tense and tight.
It felt good. Startlingly good. Charasuke laughed against his hardening cock and even that felt good, somehow, the way he pursed his lips and pressed them close afterward, some sort of grinning tease.
“Sasuke.” Charasuke sighed, all breath and barely any sound, and his heart pounded. His gut tightened, abs flexing and unflexing with no rhyme or reason. He couldn’t pull his fingers out of Charasuke’s hair if he wanted to.
Sasuke swallowed.
Charasuke looked at him, all dark eyes which were the only part of his face visible, and then bent his head further to mouth at the front of Sasuke’s pants, hot and wet, the pressure of his lips almost unbearable.
Sasuke gripped him by the back of the head and pulled him off, which should have pissed his counterpart off but he came easily enough, eyes flushed and dark, and lips somehow even redder. Sasuke dropped his hand as if burned, again.
The expression Charasuke was making—loose, relaxed, hot. Determined but still enjoying himself.
“Sasuke.” He said, not quite smiling. Eyes intense. “Take your pants off. Now.”
And for some reason, blood rushing strongly in his ears, Sasuke did. He eased his shinobi fatigues out of the way, Charasuke’s eager hands helping them down, and then before Sasuke could wonder how this works or what would happen next Charasuke groaned loudly and lowered his head.
He pressed his lips shamelessly along the side of Sasuke’s half-hard cock, kissing his way up. Sasuke held tight to his shoulders. Charasuke looked up at him, a sideways thing, the hint of a smile, and took one hand off Sasuke’s knee to guide Sasuke’s by the wrist back to his hair, his fingers warm and soft.
Sasuke let his fingers tangle in the black strands almost gratefully. Charasuke groaned again, sound brushing against sensitive skin, and Sasuke’s breath hitched. His fingers twitched in Charasuke’s hair.
“Normally.” Charasuke pressed an open mouth kiss against the head of his cock, electrifying. “I’d ask what you like, I’d beg you to tell me.”
He busied himself with some sort of kissing motions, too complicated to track. Sasuke was only aware of the head of his cock being engulfed, wet and warm, tongue sliding over him in intricate swirls.
Charasuke pulled off with a broad lick, looking up purposefully through his lashes as he did.
“But I know exactly what I like, so I know exactly what you like. Our personalities are as different as night and day, but this?” He strokes the shaft with one hand, pressing soft kisses along the visible portion peeking out of his wrist. The kisses should be too light to even feel, but the almost shivery sensation is reflected with actual lightning dancing up and down his spine, his nipples tightening, pelvic muscles clenching like he’s being electrocuted.
“We’re the same.” Charasuke says, pleased. “The same body, at least.”
Sasuke tries to speak, to say—something. But Charasuke lets his lower lip drop inches away from Sasuke’s cock, and he twists his wrist over the head at the end of a long slow stroke, and he can’t look away from the glistening mouth.
“Hng.” He says instead, wordless sound as his throat tightens, and Charasuke smiles, pleased. His mouth is too red, his teeth too white. He looks like he’s going to eat Sasuke alive.
“There you go, baby.” Charasuke says, sounding smug, and Sasuke can’t do more than hiss at him as he works Sasuke’s cock between his fingers and thumb in a steady grip.
“D-d. Didn’t you say.” Sasuke fights to keep his breathing under control. “You like it.”
“In my mouth?” Charasuke takes pity on him, eyes flashing red. It’s so unexpected Sasuke’s own mouth falls open in shock. “I did say that, didn’t I? We love that too, you know. The weight, right here.”
The tip of his tongue runs over his lower lip, pointedly. Sasuke can’t imagine anyone attached to it, but he can picture it with unexpected ease, imagine a cock brushing against his lips.
He’s just seen a very similar image, after all.
Charasuke’s eyes go back to being very dark, instead of sharingan red, and his lashes brush his cheek beguilingly as he dips his lips back to Sasuke’s cock, warm and soft, just nuzzling his mouth along the hard skin. It almost tickles but instead it sparks little shocks of pleasure and Sasuke has to work not to thrust his hips in time with the little spasms that rock through him.
He stays still by virtue of extreme self control, and Charasuke pulls away from him to pout.
Sasuke stares.
“I do like the feeling of a cock in my mouth.” Charasuke says, like it’s the easiest thing to admit, his thumb brushing the head now, slowly. His breath fans out over the touch.
“But I like to be worked up. Teased, a little. I get so sensitive all over.” He drags his nails in the slightest possible touch along Sasuke’s dick and it’s maddening. The touch travels up his stomach to his chest, somehow, nipples rock hard and heart thundering.
“It’s so exciting to me that this is your first time.” Charasuke shivers a little, not unaffected. “I want to show you everything we like.”
“Get on with it then.” Sasuke demands, breathlessness ruining his glare, only to swallow hard as Charasuke rolls his eyes and lets his cock brush his lips again.
This time he holds Sasuke in place as he smiles, tracing the head of his cock over his lips slowly, like kunoichi might put on lipstick. It shouldn’t do anything for him but Charasuke’s lips are so soft, the tease of pressure and the visual each stunning on their own.
Charasuke pokes his tongue out a little and should look ridiculous. Instead he taps Sasuke’s cock against the center of it and looks like a demon sent here to tempt Sasuke into everything he’s never thought about wanting.
His cock dips a little against his tongue, sliding back just a touch, before Charasuke uses his hand to make it happen again and again, licking without moving, and then he closes his eyes and closes his mouth, letting the first few inches slide over his tongue slowly.
There’s no real suction, merely the sensation of his palette and tongue, and it’s exquisite. Sasuke gasps, hips shuddering to keep still. Charasuke’s free hand holds him in place, as if he expected this. Of course he did. He knew what he was doing.
The idea that he did this to other people, did this often— often enough to enjoy it, even—was insane. Sasuke couldn’t imagine it, except for how he could. He still couldn’t imagine anyone he would care to do it with, but the power Charasuke had over him right now—he imagined himself, looking up with amusement and a touch of cruelty, teasing and torturing someone who was all nameless golden thighs in his mind’s eye—
Gentle suction as Charasuke widened his mouth and pulled more of him in, so unexpected and unexpectedly good that Sasuke thrust forward without hesitation, chasing more.
He blinked in shock, an apology on his lips, but Charasuke groaned around him, tongue flicking up at the head, and the rumbling vibration had Sasuke bending almost double over his opposite.
Charasuke bobbed his head a little, sucking and sliding his mouth along Sasuke’s cock until his lips brushed his fist, and then he pulled off, eyes a little dazed.
“For the record,” He said, stroking a little as he talked, in a way that made Sasuke’s hips rise and fall into his fist, barely able to hear him. “That’s considered bad etiquette, and it was unexpected, but I can handle it and I love it when someone fucks my mouth.”
His voice was raspier than before and Sasuke flushed, remembering the barest brush against the back of his throat, how it fluttered against him. He wanted to feel that again.
“Not just yet, but in a minute, you’re going to put both hands in my hair and fuck my throat.” He promised, darkly, and it was another punch to the solar plexus. Liquid pulsed a little out of the tip of his cock, slicking Charasuke’s hand as it stroked him.
“That’s a thing?” He asked, surprised and his own voice sounded wrecked beyond belief. He’d never heard his voice sound like this.
“It is, but it’s not something you start off with.” Charasuke laughed a little. “You’ve got to work up to it.” His fingers curled one by one around Sasuke’s cock.
Charasuke shifted, knees moving against the floor, and Sasuke wondered—
His eyes must have dipped down too far because Charasuke was watching him, and he rose an eyebrow.
“Are you wondering how much I’m enjoying this?” He asked, sounding amused but not in any way that Sasuke had ever sounded. It was lighter, freer—whenever he heard something he liked, that delight laced his voice, sounding almost like laughter.
Charasuke rose up, not letting go of Sasuke’s cock, though he did stop stroking him, and rested his elbows on Sasuke’s legs. He straightened his torso and with the angles of everything, his hips were more or less even with Sasuke’s.
He drug Sasuke’s free hand down from his shoulder to his crotch, ignoring the hesitant twitch of Sasuke’s fingers to press Sasuke’s palm against the tented fabric. His eyes went half lidded, fingers pressed to the back of Sasuke’s hand, guiding him in a slow open-palmed rub. Pressure, as Charasuke thrust his hips into the hold a little.
He was, of course, hard.
Hard and straining against his pants just because he was blowing someone, excited from kissing and stroking and sucking someone’s cock. It was stunning, half because of what it implied about them as being cut from the same cloth, and half because Sasuke did that, got him hard and worked up, was desirable enough that Charasuke even now wanted to get back to what he’d started, eager.
“Ah, yeah, that’s nice.” Charasuke tipped his head back as he fucked against Sasuke’s hand, a little, moaning freely and obscenely as if he had not a care in the world, giving himself over to the pleasure no matter how fleeting.
Sasuke moved his thumb slightly, rubbing it along the clearly defined shape, and Charasuke hissed.
“Oh fuck stop, I’ve gotta finish showing you the other thing.” Charasuke laughed, voice shaky, and Sasuke had a vision of a future where he didn’t stop, where he smirked at Charasuke and made a grip with his hand, stroking him purposefully through the fabric, until the other boy was whining and cursing and shuddering in his hold, until he came with a shocked little cry against Sasuke’s hand.
It was startling and easy to imagine. Sasuke dropped his hand in shock, fingers going limp in Charasuke’s slack grip around his wrist.
“Good boy.” Charasuke quipped, quirking a dazzling smile, and Sasuke glared at him. Still loosely held in Charasuke’s free hand, his cock jumped.
Instead of laughing or saying anything else embarrassing, Charasuke seemed more distracted than anything. His eyes slid down, teeth pressing into his lip briefly, and then he exhaled shakily.
“Can I keep going, Sasuke?” He asked, raising his eyes to Sasuke’s once more.
“Stop doing your voice like that.” Sasuke said, unwillingly affected.
“It’s not on purpose, you’re just…” he made an inarticulate noise, biting his lip again. Sasuke glared at him half-heartedly.
“Well?” He asked, tugging a little. Charasuke dropped to his knees, smiling up at him almost as an afterthought, a quick flash of teeth, distracted. He was eager.
“Fuck, look at you.” Charasuke cursed, reverently. “So hard for me.”
Color stole high into Sasuke’s cheeks. He grunted.
“Do you—wait, no, I know the answer.” Charasuke shifted his head like—like tossing his hair over his shoulder, though there was no hair there, and Sasuke wondered if he ever wore it long, to pick up that habit. His free hand smoothed his bangs behind his ear.
“That’s never going to get old. Thrilling, even. Look at me, knowing your body because I know my own.” His eyes darted up, hot. Like coals. “Nobody will ever be able to do it again, to touch you the best way, the first time. They’ll have to work to figure you out. Not me though. I’m perfect for you right away.”
He brought his hand up as he spoke, still holding Sasuke’s shaft with the other. He started stroking easily even as his other palm gently cupped Sasuke’s sac, rolling the weight around in his hand.
His breath caught roughly, hand jerking in Charasuke’s hair.
“Sensitive?” Sasuke could not handle how his eyes flicked up to check Sasuke’s reaction, the reflexive half-smile quirked at him. He brushed a thumb slowly between them and Sasuke’s cock wet his hand on an upstroke.
“Let me guess,” Charasuke huffed out laughter, more air than sound, and Sasuke hated the way his eyes sparkled, the incessant smile, the playfully raised eyebrow. “You don’t get fancy when you make yourself come.”
“Fucking—” Sasuke had to pause, voice ragged with how Charasuke was working him over, steadily pulling him off. “Fancy?” He tried to shove all derision into the word, the disbelief.
“Sometimes you’ve got to treat yourself.” He admonished, only to have those familiar black eyes widen along with his grin. “Would you call this treating yourself, Sasuke? Giving yourself something nice. From yourself?”
“You’re not me.” Sasuke gasped, hips rocking subtly now up into Charasuke’s soft grip.
Humor danced in Charasuke’s eyes; Sasuke hated the way he couldn’t resist a joke, always reached for the lowest-hanging fruit with genuine delight.
“You refuse to smile at all. I like getting pegged. We are not the same.” His voice had the specific cadence of a quote or some reference that flew over Sasuke’s head.
Sasuke did smile then, out of pure spite, a sarcastic baring of teeth that turned into a proper snarl when Charasuke’s hands got rougher, meaner, on his sac and on his cock.
“HN.” He threw his head back, gasping. He dropped his hand to clutch tightly at Charasuke’s wrist, the other keeping his weight balanced on the log.
It left him feeling open, vulnerable. Less having sex, more having this done to him. He closed his fingers tighter, putting pressure on the tendons so that Charasuke had no choice but to let go, fingers limp.
“What, quick on the draw?”
It took too long to figure that one out. Sasuke hissed at him.
“Don’t be stupid. Wait, I forgot, you’re incapable.” Charasuke, unexpectedly, laughed like it was a joke. Sasuke pushed him away a little in disgust.
His cock throbbed hard between them, missing the attention immediately. Charasuke’s other hand massaged his balls almost in apology.
“I thought you were going to put your mouth to use.” He said instead, trying to glare. It fell flat when Charasuke looked to him with open pleasure in his expression, somehow happy about this.
He stretched like a satisfied cat, a shy grin playing about his lips. His eyes glittered.
“You want me.” He purred, and Sasuke realized he looked like that—was making that face—because he was happy to be wanted, pleased to be the object of desire.
Baffling. Yet also somehow erotic. The way he moved as if knowing Sasuke was watching him, intentionally placing his hands, pressing his chest out, sucking on his lip.
Sasuke’s eyes caught on the lips, yet again. Very red. He was certain his own weren’t like that. Then again, Sasuke hadn’t been sucking cock. When he imagined it, now, there was more substance to the illusion; Sasuke on his knees, face unimpressed, a hard cock and strong thighs, trailing his hands up over a small waist, the curve of a tan spine.
“I want your mouth on me.” Sasuke allowed, belatedly, almost desperate for a distraction from his own unwilling fantasy, and Charasuke’s eyes went low and heated, like it was praise and not a demand. He parted his lips and sighed in a way that sounded more akin to a moan, lashes fluttering.
Sasuke was certain his lashes didn’t do that, either.
“Will you put your hands in my hair again, Sasuke?” Charasuke ran a nail along his inner thigh, teasing.
Sasuke’s hands tightened in his hair. He had no memory of putting them there again. His hair wasn’t nearly that soft. Then again, this Sasuke lived in Konoha and probably took luxurious baths with—with rose oil or some other frivolities.
“So accommodating. So good for me.” His nails dug into Sasuke’s thighs on either side of his cock and balls, high enough to be sensitive, to make his breath hiss out.
“You like that? The bite of pain with pleasure? Not surprising.” His voice curled between them, then dipped like a secret. “I like it too.”
The flirtatious tone.
Completely unnecessary.
He tugged again at raven hair, so different to his own, and watched the heat for that slide into Charasuke’s expression. His face was so very near Sasuke’s cock. He could feel the other boy’s breath as he spoke.
“So impatient.” Charasuke huffed, still playful. “If we had time, if we’d done this normally, I’d have shown you how much we like kissing. How sensitive our necks are, how much we like biting and being bitten, there.”
The ‘we’ was so unique and inappropriate, something he’d never expected to hear. It threw him hard; he’d never prepared for it, had not practiced disdain for this unexpectedly thrilling thing. He had no defense against it.
His thumb slid across Charasuke’s jaw, stroking, and the other boy shivered hard.
“You’ve waited so long, been so good for me.” Charasuke looked up, offering something almost sheepish in his expression. “The least I can do is suck your cock for you.”
So saying, he slipped down those few inches separating him from it, and his hands pressed Sasuke’s legs wider from the thigh, gripping him there. It made him shiver even before Charasuke’s mouth touched him, planting kiss after kiss along the length of him.
Laughter teased against the skin there, sensitive; it did something irrevocable to Sasuke, something irritating. It was like a scar. Now he was going to have the very specific want of someone happy to be on their knees for him, happy and unselfconscious enough to laugh.
“Is it conceited of me to say that you taste good?” Charasuke shared the joke, eyes flicking up once more. That was an easier wound; more merciful. He was certain he could get someone to fulfil that desire, to glance up at him more often than not from their knees.
“Idiot.” Sasuke murmured, stroking soft hair. He pet Charasuke like a cat and he hummed, pleased, leaning into it.
“Sasuke.” Charasuke whined, offended. “Don’t pet me when I’m trying to be sexy. You need to come in my mouth, not cuddle with me and play with my hair.”
Sasuke struggled with that one.
“You lay down with people solely so they can touch your hair?” He asked, confusion lacing his tone.
“Oh my god.” Charasuke’s forehead touched Sasuke’s thigh for a moment, seemingly overwhelmed. “I’m staying in this dimension forever. You don’t cuddle? How touch-starved are you?”
Something complicated flitted across his expression.
“Are you letting me trick you into sex so you can get skin contact? Are you using me?”
Sasuke sighed, gripping Charasuke by the hair and guiding his mouth to more pressing matters.
“I’m trying to.” He snapped, unamused by the chatter. “You were right. This is the only way to shut you up.”
His cock butted against Charasuke’s mouth and Sasuke was stunned to watch his eyes shutter, pupil stretching wide.
“You like this.” Sasuke accused, half-breathless with realization, and Charasuke gave a little shiver before composing himself enough to roll his eyes.
“Yeah.” His voice was a rough caress, this close. “I do.”
“Like I said.”
Fingers curled again on his thighs.
“I’m good at it.”
Sasuke’s head jerked back, eyes landing resolute on the dim roof of the cave. He couldn’t—look. Watch. Couldn’t see eyes of hot coal looking back, simultaneously self-satisfied and challenging.[TW1]
He struggled to breathe, breath hurtling in and out of his lungs. The fire’s light illuminated them both yet it was inner heat that warmed him—Charasuke’s hands were curling on his thighs, hot like brands and still nothing compared to the roaring inferno inside him, sweeping Sasuke up along for the ride. He was helpless to stop it, nothing more than sparks carried aloft in its wake.
He was helpless to do anything except hold on—and try to breathe through it, however raggedly. He squinted his eyes shut, but that only worsened it—sweat licked down his temple and Charasuke licked teasingly along the crown of his cock.
Sasuke burned.