Naruto had never believed the saying: ‘Absence makes the heart grow fonder.’ But what happens when he stumbles across a certain Uchiha who’s been playing on his mind all these years? SasuNaru

I obviously don’t own Naruto because if I did, this wouldn’t be FAN fiction. All characters, places etc belong to Masashi Kishimoto - Sama, and I am not worthy. But this story is mine.

Chapter 1

The Sun was setting over Konoha, casting reds, oranges and yellows across the wide and usually bright blue sky. However, this beautiful image could not be appreciated by a certain blonde who was throwing kunai at a target on a tree trunk. His knuckles were bloody from hitting another tree all morning and early afternoon, and his fingers were tired from performing hand-signs, but he had not stopped.

He had felt like this many times after Sasuke left; sometimes he would not be able to stop thinking about the raven, and he would get so restless fighting back the tears and pushing the thoughts he wished weren’t there to the back of his mind. At times like these, he would disappear off to the training grounds and practice all day, until he had no more strength and barely enough chakra to move. At times like these, he was not the bright and energetic young man he was at heart, and instead the hurt and upset boy he felt like. These days, his playfulness was a mask to cover the feelings he constantly felt - constantly thinking of the Uchiha.

A few more hours passed. Naruto’s hair was damp with sweat and he had blood on his hands. He dragged his feet over to where the last kunai had landed, and picked up all the weapons he had scattered about the clearing, sometimes to practice his aim, other times a burst of anger kept in for too long.

He was angry with Sasuke. He had left, and Naruto felt like a part of his soul had died. He wished for the twelfth time that day that he’d realised how much he loved the Uchiha, but then you never realise these things when you’re constantly arguing with said object of affection. Naruto sighed as he wished he’d had more rivals when Sasuke was still with him; at least then he’d be able to tell if what he was feeling towards his opposition was accurate. He thought that now that he didn’t have his friend, what he felt towards him was not the normal thing for rivals to feel. Rivals were supposed to argue right? Naruto just didn’t know anymore. He was lost. He didn’t know what to feel. Without Sasuke, he was lost.

After he’d picked up all his weapons, he made his way down to a river to wash the blood and dirt off of his hands. He’d have to dress those wounds later, he couldn’t risk his cuts getting infected, not when he needed to bring Sasuke back. When he got to the river, he stood on a bank and rolled up his trouser leg, revealing a pair of tanned legs. He waded out into the water, and sat on a small rock that was surrounded by water. As he washed his hands in the river, his mind drifted back to the Uchiha. What was he going to do when he saw him again? Scream at him? Attack him? Cry? Hug him?

…Kiss him?

Naruto wasn’t sure at this point, but his stomach had decided to remind him he hadn’t eaten since morning and that he would pass out if he didn’t get some food soon. Seeing that his hands were now pretty much clean, he decided on heading to Ichiraku’s for Ramen.

Naruto closed the door to his apartment and leant against it, sighing. He was so tired, but he needed a proper shower or something. His clothes left a trail to the bathroom, and once he was there he switched on the shower and stepped in. He let the water cascade down his body, and once again, his thoughts travelled to Sasuke. It happened most times he was bathing; he would begin to think about what Sasuke would look like in the shower… Again, he tried to push these thoughts to the back of his mind.

But, he couldn’t help but wonder…

What would he look like? Hot water beating down on ivory coloured skin and perfect muscles, soaking the deep navy hair until it looked almost black - a perfect contrast to his pale complexion, steam erupting from his skin, suds trickling along his body… Naruto’s member was standing at attention now, and upon being snapped out of his fantasy by this, he realised he had a problem. The blonde turned the water to cold, and hoped it would go down.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t stop thinking about the raven. His mind kept drifting back to his question, and this led to many different scenarios, all leading to the conclusion that cold water was not going to help. Instead, he leant against the cold tiles with a sigh of defeat, and wrapped a bruised hand around his member.

He slowly began to rub his hand up, then down his length. He let his mind go wild, and thought back to previous thoughts he’d had on the Uchiha. His breath quickened as he thought of one, that accidental kiss in the academy. He was just a kid then, and hadn’t realised his true feelings for Sasuke. He missed those lips. He missed the way he tasted. He felt it fading away, and began to feel frustrated that the memory was fading.

The blonde tried to forget this; now was not the time to be getting depressed over something he planned to do again. Instead, he thought of the Uchiha. He thought about the way his breath would feel on his neck as he panted, the way his teeth would feel as they marked him as his, the way his hands would feel on his hips as he thrust into him. At this thought, Naruto quickened his hand’s movements, and teased the leaking tip with his index finger. He let out a long groan he’d been holding, and concentrated on another fantasy. This time, he was on the raven’s lap, straddling him with his hands fisted in dark, silky hair, yelling his name as Sasuke pulled Naruto down onto his dick. Naruto was panting out Sasuke’s name with every exhalation, his back arching against the tiles.

“Ahh….ah, Sasuke… Sasuke….. Uhn….”

He thought of him again, thought of him bending him over and screwing him, hitting his prostate with every shove of his hips, and then wrapping his hand around Naruto’s aching member. Naruto looked down at himself, and imagined it was Sasuke’s hands doing that to him, one hand wrapped around his waist to steady himself…

“Ah!”

Naruto moaned loudly, and started thrusting into his hand. He imagined himself and Sasuke in several more positions, the last one pushing him over the edge as he imagined Sasuke cumming into his ass. Naruto sunk to the shower floor, shuddering at the onslaught of his orgasm. He had semen on his hands and legs, and he felt his body go weak.

He stood up, washed the semen off of his body and turned the shower off, grabbing a towel off the rack as he walked into his bedroom. The blonde collapsed on his bed, contemplated sleeping nude. He dragged himself off the bed and dried off, throwing the dirty towel into the hamper. He climbed back into bed, having decided on sleeping naked. He sighed, and was asleep in an instant.

Where was this place? He was surrounded by darkness and he couldn’t even see his own hand before his eyes. Naruto appeared to be floating, but soon his feet found solid ground.

Slowly, his surroundings came into sight, and he noticed he was back at the training grounds.

He felt somebody pull at his ankle. He looked down at his feet and saw a pale hand wrapped around his leg. The body the hand belonged to was terribly beaten up and looked half dead.

“Sasuke…” The blonde whispered, and he felt a tear roll down his face. Sasuke… his Sasuke was almost dead… He leant down and took the battered body into his arms, looking down at him with a tear stained face. He didn’t know what to do. Should he be crying? Should he yell? He didn’t know… He just didn’t know.

“Sasuke…”

He felt the life begin to fall out of his beloved raven.

“Sasuke…”

He couldn’t lose him. He wouldn’t.

“N-Naruto…”

Then his eyes went into the back of his head and he lay there, slumped and lifeless in Naruto’s arms.

The blonde stared in shock. Then everything fell away again as if someone had just shattered china and sprinkled it over the floor, and he was sitting up in bed, sweating.

“What was that?” He said to himself. “Why did I have a dream like that?”

His dreams were usually odd, his mind always came up with some strange stories about how he and Sasuke went to live in a big house far way, married and had lots of man babies. Occaisonally he would have negative dreams such as this, but never like the one he‘d just had.

Strangely, he felt he had to go back to the training grounds. The urge was so strong he did just that. It was only about an hour after he had fallen asleep, but he stilled dragged himself out of bed and put on some clean clothes.

Naruto travelled hastily down to the training grounds, with no other reason than he felt he needed to. Jumping from rooftop to rooftop, treetop to treetop, he arrived at the training grounds. It was dark, and the stars were out. He looked around, and thought for a few moments that his urge was wrong.

‘I must be really desperate…’ He thought.

He decided to do a thorough check of the place, examining the floor for footprints, looking behind trees and rocks and anything a person could be behind. He didn’t see anything, until he noticed a slumped figure behind a large shrub and was unsure of what it was. So, he walked over to it, as quietly as he could.

The blonde boy felt the hairs on his neck stand on end as he realised who it was. This battered person was the boy he had thinking about all day, the person he had needed for so long…

A/N: I’m so sorry if this seems short, I’ll do my best to make the others longer. Was that smut too short? It’s my first fic and my first shot at writing smut in a story.

I’m not sure how long this will be, I’m kind of making it up as I go along.

But please be nice, because as I said, this is my first fanfic and I don’t want to be yelled at on my first go .