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Naruto plopped down onto the wooden floors of his bedroom. He had a long, hard day of training. Training solo once again. Laying down from exhaustion, Naruto lets his eyes slip closed as he lets himself drown in his thoughts.
He let his mind wander. Training, Kakashi Sensei’s teachings, Gaara's work as Kazekage, ramen, sleep. But he couldn’t help his wandering thoughts from lingering on one thing. The hollowness he felt in his heart. Seeping through him like a sponge absorbing water. As he thought of Sasuke. Where was he? Gone whenever he needed him.
Lying flat on his back, Naruto tilted his head to the side. Opening his blank eyes to stare at his room. It felt so empty. Sasuke's presence was haunting him. It filled every inch of a room when he was next to him. The darkness of his dimly lit room hung, further reminding him of Sasuke. That same darkness as in which he was raised. A childhood of dispair.
Sasuke.
A feeling slowly started to bubble in his chest. A passion. For Sasuke. This was not a foreign feeling, he often felt it while thinking about him, but this time it was different. This time, it was stronger. It burned a hole through his already empty heart as he thought of Sasuke. Envisioning himself gazing into his deep onyx eyes. Holding so much hate and grief inside them. The eyes that softened when he saw Naruto. The eyes that he’d seen himself reflected in. That roamed his body as he stared at Naruto. Gaze sharp and unwavering.
A shiver creeped down his spine. Sasuke. He wanted him. No. He needed him. The way he filled the missing part of himself. Completed his soul, matching his incomplete being. Naruto longed to feel the caress of his soft, pale skin. The way it sent bolts of lightning where their skin met.
He shook himself. What am I doing I? He thought. I can’t. What the hell was this. The feelings of disgust washed over him. We’re just… friends. Nothing more. He loved Sasuke. As nothing more than a comrade. Right? He was just lonely, that's all. The feeling in his chest started to calm down as he suppressed his thoughts of Sasuke. He desperately tried to let his mind drift, to lead it astray. But all his thoughts would make their way back to Sasuke.
Naruto yearned to be by his side again. He couldn’t simply forget that. He needed him. A pang of desire hit him like a wave. Sasuke.
He thought of his flawless complexion. His deep onyx eyes. His thin, dark eyebrows. His slim, sharp nose.
His soft, pale lips.
He let his fantasies get the best of him. He imagined himself parting them with the tip of his thumb. He'd press his own lips onto his, so delicate and silky compared to his own. He wanted to bury his hands into his dark blue hair. He whimpered at just the thought of being that intimate with Sasuke. So close to him.
No! Naruto shouted mentally. What is this! This is insane. What the hell was he thinking! Naruto started to panic. Sasuke was another man. He was his friend. After all these years they supported each other, laughed with each other, even joked around from time to time. That’s what friends do. Not lovers.
Anger at himself overtook him. He shoved down his fantasies. Forcing them beneath his thoughts, resentment drowning his emotions. Why would he ever think something like this about his best friend? He had always tried to be platonic with Sasuke. Why is that changing? Shame washed over him, dampening the flash of desire he’d felt before. He was disappointed in himself for getting carried away.
Naruto tried his best to keep feeding his mind with delusions to keep his imagination at bay. To think he’d think like that about Sasuke. Surely it’s insane. It wasn’t like how it was with Sakura. With Sakura it felt normal and natural. She’s a pretty girl with a good heart. Or hinata. Shy and sweet. Why was it so difficult with Sasuke? Why did it feel so taboo? He couldn’t like a boy. It was just wrong. No one in the village had ever felt like this before. It wasn’t natural.
The warmth growing in his core however, said otherwise. He could not deny the fact that these feelings for Sasuke weren’t new. They had been building for years. From the first training session they had together, to where they were now. His quiet demeanor. His piercing presence. He could not resist these temptations any more.
Naruto couldn’t force the fire in his chest down any longer. For now, he needed Sasuke. As whatever they were to each other.
He yearned for him. For Sasuke. He wanted to feel him. He wanted to touch him. To absorb every inch of his skin through his finger tips. He wanted to drink it. Savor the marble skin of his.
Sasuke. He couldn’t take it. The passion for him built up in his chest once again, setting his skin ablaze. Fiery with desire. He shifted onto his side. Squeezing into a ball. He wanted to scream his lungs out. He wanted to scream Sasuke's name, searching for him. His heart wrenched out of his chest. The need for him was so great, it dominated his every thought. Every part of his being. He needed it. Longed for it. Lusted for it.
Sasuke. His eyes eagerly searched. He let out a silent sob. He couldn’t take it. The feelings were brewing inside of him. Sasuke was going to drive him insane.
He whimpered. He needed him. So badly. His heart pulled at his chest, wrenching, the raw desire eating him alive. The things he could do to Sasuke. The things he’d let Sasuke do to him. He would go to the edges of the earth for this man. He’d take his own life if he had to. In an instant. He wanted to keep Sasuke, never letting him out of his sight again. He craved him.
But does Sasuke long for me as much as I do him? Did he feel the same desire I feel right now? The hollowness in his chest peaked out from underneath the heat, aching. He flipped onto his back.
Sasuke. Do you ever think about me? Even just a little bit? He shouted with his mind, calling out to Sasuke in a silent plea. His short fingernails dug into the wood, dragging across the grains. He gripped so hard his fingers turned bone white. Naruto rolled onto his side.
You defeated your brother Itachi. You got your vengeance. Do you feel relieved now? He felt the hard, cold wooden floor pressed against his temple. Does he need me like I need him?
Sasuke was his everything. He was everywhere, in every one of his thoughts, in every breath of air he stole from the world, in every step he took. He was his other half. What completed him. What made him whole. He was his life force. The only thing driving him to new highs. He was his reason for living. The only thing he needed, was
Sasuke Uchiha.