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Team Dynamics: Chapter 14

“Idiot…I haven’t left, have I?”

Naruto’s hands were clamped on Sasuke’s shoulders, but his grip went lax as those words seemed to drift through his ear and end in his fingertips. He let go slowly, dazed, staring at his hands as he removed them and leaned away.

“N-not yet,” Naruto exhaled unevenly, still close enough that his breath fanned across Sasuke’s face. “But that doesn’t m-mean...”

“Not yet?” Sasuke gaze sharpened, intensifying, a swift anger burning in his chest at the insinuation.

Naruto took a shaky step back, arms still awkwardly held in front of him as if he had forgotten he wasn’t holding onto something anymore.

Don’t you dare run.

He remembered the sealing barrel, the smell of his own death in his nostrils when he woke, stale and acidic and earthy; the desperate urgency, the trust, the hope in Naruto’s voice when he had called to him. Snake’s poison, caustic and burning in his veins. Running.

Naruto chasing after him.

I almost killed him that day, if not for the Kyuubi.

And Naruto had still followed him. “If this will save you from the snake, it’s yours.” Had smiled with triumph even as Sasuke’s hand had thrust through his chest a second time. Had allowed Sasuke to kill him by degrees, had sealed a part of his chakura, his life force into oblivion eternally, just to bring him home.

“Why do you go this far for me?”

“Where do you think you’re going?” Sasuke demanded softly, stepping forward as Naruto stepped back. A stuttering dance.

You started this, Sasuke decided resolutely. I’m not letting you get away.

Naruto had never given up.

“I’ll break you like a stick, and drag you back!”

Naruto backed away further, eyes seeming to widen with every step.

“Not yet?” Sasuke repeated, feet mimicking his for every step. “I came to get you, didn’t I?”

“No, you…Wait. Yes,” Naruto stammered, trying to form a coherent sentence. “Wait,” he hissed, breathing shallow and rapid, hands waving in a paroxysm of warding.

I won’t leave this time.

Determination swelled in his gut, filled his chest like monsoon water, sudden and swift and relentless, a force of nature.

Sasuke took another step.

He heard again Naruto’s piercing, resolute voice, arresting him over the roaring flood of the falls: “What? Are you gonna run away!?” Sai’s words from days before mocked him: “You were always the one being chased.”

No.

Not this time.

“You always followed me around,” Sasuke whispered, eyes tapering, penetrating gaze honing in on Naruto’s stunned face. “I thought you were annoying. I used to hate you.”

Naruto mouth opened and closed several times before he spoke, “Why are you…?” His shoulders curled inwards, making him smaller, as he finally stepped out of the window’s light, bathing in shadows.

As children. On the docks. In the lake, the reflection that smiled back.

“That pain makes a person stronger.”

Rivals.

Naruto’s features were hard to discern in the darkened room, save the whites of his eyes that caught the light like miniature moons, blue irises deep as the night sky.

“It was not meaningless to me.”

Sasuke’s back straightened.

Steadfast.

“I followed you.”

Naruto’s hands were shaking. He dropped them to his sides and squeezed them into fists. His shoulders shook in their stead.

One more step.

“I brought you back.”

No more running.

“It’s not that easy!” Naruto exclaimed. His hip hit the desk. Stopped.

Nowhere to go.

Sasuke advanced. “Yes, it is,” he said, tone steady and assured.

Naruto didn’t look away. Didn’t blink. Sasuke’s white skin glowed under the moon, reflective, stark shadows hiding in his collarbone, beneath his lower lip, in the corners of his dark eyes. Waiting.

“Like you came to get me.”

Sasuke lifted his foot, suddenly acutely aware of gravity, of the weight of his flesh bearing down on his skeleton.

Closer.

“What…what does that mean, Sasuke?” Naruto demanded softly, hands trembling behind him on the desk.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Sasuke said, louder than before.

Naruto’s weight shifted to the balls of his feet.

“Are you?” Sasuke asked grimly, stalking closer still.

Each step was becoming lighter, easier to take.

Stay.

“Wait,” Naruto whispered.

Sasuke ignored him, moving forward a final step, until Naruto’s body heat enveloped him. Nervousness clawed his insides raw. Ravaged. He was a hairsbreadth taller. Naruto bent back to put some space between them, eyes crossing to put him in focus, locking his knees and elbows. The shaking hadn’t abated, like a flicker, nearly too fast to perceive in the dim light.

Shaking harder. Coming apart. A machine with a loose bolt, the mechanics falling into disarray.

“I don’t understand,” Naruto managed to croak out.

“You were alone from the very start! Why the hell would you understand what I’ve been through?!”

“Yes. You do.”

Naruto mouth fell open soundlessly, arrested by Sasuke’s long, tapered fingers as they crossed the distance between them, caught against his jaw, gliding across his temple, threaded through coarse hair.

“Don’t be stupid....” Sasuke’s eyes trapped the moon on their surface, shimmering as they skittered across Naruto’s face. Searching. Beneath the underneath…

Rising to the surface.

…you are stronger than me.

“I don’t understand,” Naruto whispered, gaze almost pleading. “Sasuk—” He choked on the muggy air. “What do you mean?”

He couldn’t remember the last time Naruto’s voice was so small, so quiet, so heavy.

He’s not afraid of me, Sasuke realized.

He’s afraid of me leaving.

No.

I won’t.

“I…” Sasuke began, but the pitch of his voice descended, falling into the hollow space between them, trailing off into a lingering silence.

His fingers trembled on the back of Naruto’s skull.

The heady rush of anticipation.

Commitment.

Nothing would be the same. Never again.

Sasuke’s mouth filled with sawdust, his tongue lolling, heavy as a brass pendulum. He swallowed weakly around the weight of it.

“You what!?” Naruto finally snapped, eyes darting rapidly, trapped, looking for escape. “What!?” His voice slipped beyond its typically demanding tone, tinged with hysteria, a ringing note of panic.

Sasuke chuckled involuntarily, tension still clawing at his voice box.

Naruto’s face clenched, his blue irises shivering with fury, like a pebble disturbing a placid pond. “I’m not playing, asshole! This isn’t fun—”

Sasuke’s hand compressed in yellow hair, restraining, reeled him inexorably closer, and Naruto’s mouth froze open with shock, with swallowed questions and throttled anger, and the rough flesh of Sasuke’s tongue snuck between his lips and past his teeth, coaxing Naruto’s to rise and meet him, until he surged back, their lips sealing, running on a deeper instinct, seeking out a baser need, unfurled and undulated against each other.

I won’t leave.

Naruto pulled back with a gasp of air, and Sasuke followed him, resting his forehead against his neck, against his thumping pulse point.

Never again.

“You really do think too much, for being brainless,” Sasuke breathed fondly against his collarbone, warm and moist.

“Why did you…?” Naruto’s throat struggled with his heaving breaths.

The prick of needles and frost in his blood.

“…don’t die too.”

“My…”

Against Naruto’s neck, his lips twitched in a smirk, achingly familiar yet somehow less caustic, more intimate, a resolution of decisions made.

“…body moved on its own.”

Naruto stilled and fell silent.

Sasuke breathed deeply, cloves and summer heat, the tang of sweat and warm skin.

“That’s such a copout,” he finally responded playfully, but Sasuke could sense his relief, the way his shaking muscles relaxed. Naruto’s left hand reached up from the desk, gripping Sasuke’s elbow and then sliding slowly up to his shoulder.

Sasuke shivered. The gentleness of Naruto’s touch made the gesture indescribably sensual, a dynamic he would have to get used to in their new relationship; though, Naruto had been far from gentle last time. His spine stiffened at the memory, a flush rising on his skin, making his clothing uncomfortably warm.

Their bodies were so close.

He could feel every breath Naruto took, the slight acceleration of his heart rate.

Too fast.

He was too close, and the atmosphere had changed in an instant, and now it was too late to back away.

His mouth was against the flesh of Naruto’s neck, right above his collarbone.

He tried to dissuade himself from the course of action he was contemplating. Reminded his libido that they were still in the Hokage’s office, that Shizune could return any minute, they were supposed to behave, that he shouldn’t be so undisciplined around Naruto...

Sasuke inhaled the faint smell of musk, nearly covered up by soap, the balmy summer air deepening the scent on warm, golden skin.

He shouldn’t…

The room was just hot enough to make Naruto’s skin gleam with a light sheen of sweat.

His tongue darted out experimentally.

Salt and pheromones.

He wondered, in a part of his mind that was growing more distant by the second, how his sensible logic had deserted him in favor of tasting that damp, heady fragrance. He had more control than this.

Licked harder.

Naruto sucked in a breath, freezing, hand tightening on Sasuke’s shoulder.

Sasuke uttered a low hum of approval, laving his tongue roughly over the dip of his clavicle, lips sliding down the strong curve of his neck, teeth nipping teasingly at his shoulder through the cloth of his shirt, feeling the resultant tremor that passed through his stocky frame. He could feel the body heat coming off Naruto, intense, igniting the banked coals of his arousal.

“Don’t tempt me, Sasuke,” Naruto gasped, his right hand gripping Sasuke’s other shoulder and pulling him off his neck, visibly shaking again, like a dam about to burst.

Too much pressure.

“Tempt you?” Sasuke repeated arrogantly; but, to his horror, his voice came out low, breathy, hardly threatening. His eyes widened.

“Sasuke…” Naruto clenched his eyes shut and bowed his head.

Flood tide rising.

Sasuke leaned his weight into the possessive heat of Naruto’s body, delighting in the press of warm skin and rigid, shivering muscles beneath the thin cloth. The haze of arousal washed away any misgivings, drowned by the scent of Naruto’s skin.

“Or what?” Sasuke challenged with a haughty smirk, arousal coloring his tone with a guttural rumble, gaze sharp and intense, almost a glare.

Naruto’s eyes snapped open, smoke and sulfur, a low growl rolling from his throat.

Break.

Crumbling.

Sasuke shivered, body echoing that powerful rumble in Naruto’s chest.

The torrent rushing out.

This was the Naruto from the ravine, from the tent. The Naruto who had left the marks on his skin. Had held him down. Had growled like an animal while swallowing him whole. Had…had…

A ravenous mouth descended on the pulse point of his throat, wasting no time in sucking his blood to the surface. A garbled sound escaped his lips, and Sasuke clamped them shut resolutely even as he tilted his head for better access.

Naruto twisted, using his grip on Sasuke’s shoulders to reverse their positions, and pressed him back against the sharp edge of the desk. His fist tightened reflexively on his handful of yellow hair, his other arm braced behind him on the desk’s surface. A tan hand slid around his back, pressing against his shoulder blades, and Sasuke hardly had to support his own weight as one muscular arm held him against Naruto’s imposing bulk.

He’d forgotten how powerful Naruto could be.

Naruto’s other hand threaded through feathered, dark locks, jerking his head sideways hard enough to make his neck twinge.

Sasuke gasped.

Naruto’s teethed and nipped his way up the pale throat, feral and demanding, before catching an earlobe between his canines. Bit down sharply.

Pain that was not pain.

His vision hazed over.

Naruto sucked avariciously at the cartilage, pulled his lips off with a loud pop, and trailed his teeth gently down the long tendon running to his shoulder.

Wet, sticky sweat running down his spine. Summer heat, and body heat, and too much blood buzzing like a thousand bees beneath his skin. He was going to combust.

Stop.

“Na-a-ru…to…” Sasuke bit his lip roughly at the mangled tenor of his voice, swallowing his doubts with his words.

The blond practically snarled at the sound of his name, fingers clenching in hair and arm tight as a steel band against his back.

Sasuke released his handful of blond hair and let Naruto support his weight completely, slipping his hands beneath his damp shirt, gliding them over the broad expanse of Naruto’s back. Flesh jumped and twitched beneath his roving fingers, electrified. He kneaded the tight, taunt muscles, pressing their chests together.

Naruto groaned, burying his forehead against Sasuke’s neck, rolling his hips unconsciously against him.

HARD.

Sasuke panted at the sensation. He had forgotten the feeling of that stiff thickness pressed against his own, didn’t realize his legs had fallen open to accommodate the jerky thrusts. Even through two layers of cloth, the sensation was enough to curl his toes.

Two layers.

Off.

Now.

He scrabbled at Naruto’s shirt, mentally backhanding the diminutive inner voice that whispered sane things like, “You’re on the Hokage’s desk!”

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The peak was cresting, mounting at the threshold of his senses, he could sense it like a great undertow creeping up to sweep him away and drown him.

Naruto’s face was dripping sweat onto Sasuke’s forehead. Mouth a contorted line of pain-pleasure, holding back for those last few thrusts.

He opened his mouth to say, what, he didn’t know, but it was there, in his being, a sudden spark of consciousness that he had never seen, never known, never voiced.

Never lived until now.

“N-na…” he swallowed, trying hopelessly to focus, “w-wait.”

Unbelievably, Naruto slowed, so far gone in the haze of pleasure that his eyes seemed clouded with mist.

“I’m sorry,” Sasuke managed.

His eyes cleared. Impossibly round, wide, open as the sky.

“Never again.”

Naruto jerked his head in a parody of a nod, smile gentle and knowing. Something wet was shimmering in his eyes, and Sasuke had never felt so absolute, complete, not since everything had been stolen.

This time, he let the undertow take him, mouth wide in a twisted grimace of acute pleasure, body curling inward, his pleasure ripped from him with a force like a riptide, swallowing him in a blanket of darkness.

And in the darkness everything was light.

He didn’t drift away, he just drifted back to his body, to his limbs and his lips and his head, not their hips and their legs. Two heartbeats. His own ragged and exhausted breath. Naruto’s face…

…his eyes widened.

He’d imagined Naruto harder, brasher, stronger; but is face softened with pleasure, skin smoldering with intensity, eyes blinking open in subtle shock, as if the exquisiteness of it was incomprehensible. Naruto mouthed a name, and Sasuke’s choked back the wave of burning emotion gargling up his throat.

It was over so quickly, that Sasuke had only a second to prepare, before the heavy buffoon collapsed on top of him with a contented sigh like an overgrown feline.

Sasuke wheezed through his nose while Naruto’s weight pressed him down uncomfortably into the hardwood, ignoring the wet slide of his cum between their bodies, resigning himself to his fate and trying to make the best of it.

Naruto’s foot shifted.

The sound of paper scuffling across tile.

Paper.

Hardwood.

Hokage’s office. Desk.

Cum was crawling slowly down his inner thighs as Naruto’s member softened and slid out of his anus.

Cum on the Hokage’s desk.

“Get off!” Sasuke hissed furiously, throwing Naruto’s imposing bulk off him with a brute strength he seldom exhibited. “Now!”

Naruto stumbled back, eyes blinking in surprise, hands flailing at the sudden assault. “The-the hell, you crazy psycho,” he grumbled with more confusion than ire. “Wha’s the matter now?”

Naruto’s post-orgasm stupidity obviously reached epic proportions. “You—we—!” Sasuke tried to catch his breath, manfully ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of tacky, sticky fluid dripping out of his body and down his chest. “In the Hokage’s office, Naruto!”

Naruto rubbed his neck sheepishly, and shrugged. “I’ll, uh, help clean up?”

Sasuke assessed the extent of the damage, legs shaking unsteadily. Papers and folders were strewn around the floor like a miniature land mine had gone off. Sweaty handprints marred the polished desktop, and metal clips made reverse constellations across the white paper. The wet trail down his thighs distracted him from his assessment. Naruto had been inside him, was still there, was on his legs…

He winced.

Was on the Hokage’s official documents.

Those would be getting burned. Immediately.

“You need a towel, or something…?” Naruto’s gaze was resolutely trained above Sasuke’s waistline, face bright with embarrassment.

Sasuke’s knee jerk reaction was to growl something very mature, along the lines of “your big mouth needs a towel,” but right now, he really, really needed a towel. He nodded stiffly.

Naruto pulled open a desk drawer, retrieving a gray wash cloth.

He tossed it to Sasuke, who caught it with a questioning tilt of his eyebrow.

“The Old Hag always drools on her papers, so that…well…”

Sasuke grimaced in disgust, dropping the terry cloth as if it was covered in flesh-eating bacteria.

“Oh, come on, don’t be such a pansy!” Naruto complained, casually scratching his exposed crotch as if he stood naked in the Hokage’s office every day.

Sasuke tried to ignore the gesture.

Naked. Why was he still naked?

Sasuke surveyed the carnage of office supplies and found his clothes, stalking towards Naruto, who backpedaled and brought his arms up as if expecting an attack. He snorted and stooped for his pants and underwear, wincing as the drying body fluids pulled at his skin. The muscles he’d strained were protesting loudly. He’d be lucky to walk straight tomorrow.

Naruto was very quiet.

He stood back up quickly, turning around with his clothes clutched to his front.

The moron was leering fit to make Jiraiya proud.

He took a deep breath and slipped his underwear and pants over the mess. At least the mess on his chest was mostly dry. Public decency first. Cleanliness could wait.

“Ew,” Naruto muttered, making a face.

Sasuke’s eyebrow twitched. He came within milliseconds of backhanding Naruto, glaring resentfully over his shoulder and exerting ever iota of his willpower to remain civil long enough to clean this mess. “Well?” he growled, gesturing to the mess. “We need to get rid of…this.”

“Huh?” Naruto replied eloquently, scratching his chest now, yawning lazily. “What’s the big deal? It’s just some papers…” He bent to retrieve a pile. Without a care in the world. Right in front of him.

Sasuke’s eyes nearly left his sockets. “Put your clothes on, yo-you imbecile!”

Naruto, peered back at him through sweaty bangs, grinning wide as a billboard. “What? Don’t like the view?” He sashayed his hips back and forth with a snicker.

Sasuke almost slapped his forehead in utter exasperation, but scowled and turned away instead. “This is hardly the…time…”

Footsteps.

No. NO.

He frantically searched for his shirt, grabbing it from the arm of the chair where Naruto had flung it. “Hurry!” he hissed.

Naruto quickly obeyed, scurrying for his clothes and tugging them on with a speed only the perpetually late could muster.

Sasuke was stacking papers into a misshapen pile on the floor, intent on burning them to ashes if it came to that, and half the office with them.

“The top!” Naruto whined desperately behind him. “Where is it?!”

“How should I know?” Sasuke snarled, turning and resisting the urge to laugh at Naruto’s inside-out shirt. “What top?”

“To the sa-lu-veh,” Naruto pronounced awkwardly, waving the container around spastically.

“On the desk,” he snapped back, grabbing a folder that had slid under the tea table.

“Nothing’s ON the desk,” Naruto argued petulantly. “You knocked everything off!”

Sasuke felt uncomfortable heat on his nape.

The steps were almost outside the door now.

“Ju-just take it with you,” he muttered urgently, barely loud enough to be heard. He shoved the stack of presentable papers onto the corner of the desk and then made quick seals for the rest. If he made it small enough, he could stomp it out and the smoke might even cover up the…smell.

“Are you burning those?”

Sasuke exhaled, the familiar heat fanning from his lips. The small tongue of fire licked the edge of the pile and quickly consuming the mass, turning the white sheets into smoldering black and red ashes in seconds, which was all they had…

He jerked his head up as the footsteps stopped, but it was only a brief pause before they passed the door, continuing down the hall towards the tower exit. He would have smiled with relief, had Naruto not been driving him mad.

“Why’d you do that!?” Naruto shrieked in his ear, foot stomping the paper carcasses frantically. “Wh-what if those were important?”

Sasuke shrugged. “They weren’t.”

“You didn’t read them!”

Sasuke didn’t dignify him with a response and went about cleaning up. He used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe down the desk as best he could. Then he straightened his clothes with as much dignity as he could muster, while wincing from strained muscles and the uncomfortable inevitability of dried body fluids, smoothed his hair into a semblance of composure, and stalked to the door.

Naruto was cursing mildly at the melted soles of his shoes, shooting glares in Sasuke’s general direction. “Bastard, are you leaving!?”

“No, I’m going to get the Hokage, so you can show her what a great candidate you are by defiling her desk and burning her Gennin applications.”

Naruto scowled impotently, trying to scoop up the ashes and put them in his pocket, where they promptly spilled out and trailed behind him like burned bread crumbs.

Like hell he’d be staying around for the meeting with the Aburame clan now. It was late already. He was going home. What right did they have to drag him here and make him wait for…hours…Well, to be fair, he hadn’t exactly waited…

He shook his head viciously, striding to the door and yanking it open before walking through, only one destination in mind. Shower.

Naruto screeched after him, loud enough to wake half Konoha, “You asshole, I really hate you sometimes!”

Sasuke sighed with long sufferance.

Of all the people for him to…

“You better not burn shit in my office when I’m Hokage!”

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To be continued…

Author’s Notes: FINALLY. (breathes a sigh of relief)

First of all, this chapter is dedicated to all of you who have stuck by me through the years. “Team Dynamics” is my first and favorite fic. Unfortunately, it’s also the one I work the hardest on, and I got burned out and reached a real low point where I felt like the story wasn’t worth continuing. Special thanks to Archeeka and Sandshadows for being my muse and beta and motivating me to write 14 pages of smut.