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TITLE: Splinter
FANDOM: Naruto
AUTHOR: claustro_phobia (Ikuni Kea Ko)
RATED: R (better safe than sorry)
WARNING: Sexuality, dark themes
PAIRING: Sasuke x Naruto
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Uh...well, it was bound to happen. Technically, this is my second Naruto fic, but the other one doesn't count (I wrote it YEARS ago, never finished it, and it was crap XP). This is very much a ficlet (meaning it is EXTREMELY short), but I do hope you enjoy it anyway. There was really just no way to make it any longer, so...
POV NOTE: It's written from Naruto's POV, as a heads up, since it's first person and names are never used in the narrative.

Splinter

The rays of sunlight beat against the window blinds mercilessly attempting to expose this gross secret that we horde away in the few hours of the day that we can steal. The air scolds my lungs, humid and boiling with indecency, shame roasting the air, robbing it of the life giving quality it should contain. We swelter and perspire in the stew of our sins, condemned to rot in our self-indulgence.

This is wrong. We should stop. But even as I think it, I can’t prevent my body from craving every last thrust of your hips, can’t stop my ears from drinking in the choked proclamations of pleasure. The taste of sweat, the way your hand presses mine to the bed as if to break through the frame, your breath hot against my neck, it is to me like gulping down water from a stream after days of wandering through a desert.

Despite what you might think, I am not an idiot. I know that this will end terribly; I know it’s a mistake. We’ll get caught, or worse remain undiscovered, permitting the wounds to fester and fill with puss hidden from sight, until eventually the infection spreads and erodes us both from the inside out. And yet, I can’t escape the sinister thought that it’s worth it. The sweet sound of you calling my name is worth my soul, the sparks of fulfillment that you send rocketing through my synapses are worth my sanity, and I’ll give up these things and more in order to retain them.

We’re doomed, but the fall feels so good.

End