Rating: M (just a little bit of sexual stuff)
Summary: Within the other, they see themselves. Oneshot drabbley piece.
Disclaimer: Much as I like to wish it was, Naruto is most definitely not mine :'(
I have so many NaruSasuNaru ideas that involve fabulous amounts of hardcore smutty PWP goodness, and yet whenever I try to write any of them I get distracted by random ideas like this one. Ah well. I'll write 'em someday. Until then you must endure my attempts to sound intelligent. :)
For all their differences, they are remarkably similar.
When Naruto looks at Sasuke (at his partner, at his lover) it feels as though he is peering into a mirror; there is a sense of absolute familiarity, but it is an image entirely in reverse.
Many, even those who know them well, make the error of believing that their personalities could not be less alike; but peel away the fragile layers they have built upon themselves and underneath it all, pretenses and false smiles forgotten, they bear a strange likeness. They strive for the same things; their ultimate goal unattainable perfection, their determination no matter the odds is matched by no one but each other, and above all they constantly seek the approval they have always craved and were long denied, children trapped in a world of men.
Their differences on the outside mean nothing when they are stripped naked, hungrily pressing together until they are as close as they possibly can be, moving in a perfect cadence as if this is how they are meant to be.
Sometimes, alone together in their tiny apartment, Sasuke will catch Naruto by surprise, fingers ghosting across his palm in an obvious invitation. Naruto will press him against the nearest wall, hoist his legs around his waist and they will fuck there and then, hard and brutal and utterly honest, until their breath mists the windows, blurring their images into one; they are no longer separate but two parts of a whole.
When Sasuke closes his eyes and laces his fingers with Naruto's, squeezing gently, Naruto squeezes back without thinking, unconsciously mirroring the action. When Naruto smiles at him, Sasuke can feel the happiness he radiates; can see it in his eyes, can taste it in his kiss, sweet on his tongue.
In the end, they are only reflections of one another.
When I rule the world, it will be a law that everyone must write me stories about Naruto and Sasuke having passionate sex up against walls. Really. Better get started writing, hadn't ya? Oh, but leave me a review first because I LOVE reviews! 8D