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It was a shock when Naruto, perched on top of Sasuke's desk full of irritation and false confidence, was shoved forward from behind. Their lips crashed together, their teeth clicked, and their noses were in the way. It was painful and gross, and Sasuke felt power whirl into his eyes.
It leapt to his defense the same way it had seared into being the night Itachi murdered their family. His Sharingan caught on eyes that were blue. Sky and ocean, shocked and vulnerable.
They were beautiful. The most beautiful thing he had ever seen. So cautious and quietly intelligent. But the soul behind them? A vast tempest. Swirling in eddies of wind natured chakra that howled with laughter and joy and life.
Sasuke couldn't look away from the most perfect soul that was embedded in what was surely the most perfect boy to ever exist. With a shift of his head, tilting just slightly to the left, Sasuke was able to gentle the kiss into something chaste and soft. Worthy of the new Center of his world.
Sasuke never wanted to cause Naruto pain. Hopefully, the blond would be willing to let Sasuke insert himself into the boy's life. Sasuke wasn't sure he'd ever be able to stay away.
