By: White Rain
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto nor the words of Obama.
Genre: there's kissing.
Word Count: 297
Notes: Yes, you read the summary correctly. And yes, I hate myself for it. Also that thing you call canon time line has no place here.
Summary: Know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy.
Although Sasuke's blood was as bitter as anyone else's, Naruto made sure to lap up as much as he could before he was shoved away, all the while fingernails dragging down his arms leaving marks in its wake.
"Did you just kiss me?"
"And you're the one who always called me an idiot."
Sasuke gave him a look that made Naruto feel like someone had just shoved a knife, colder than ice, into his heart. "That's because your battle plans involve things as ridiculous as molesting me in it."
Naruto was about to tell the jackass that he wasn't molesting anyone, much less him, when Sasuke was suddenly right in front of him, hands on his shoulders, and shoving him against a nearby tree.
"What was that for?" Naruto snarled, just holding back the desire to knee Sasuke in the balls.
"Did you forget the part where we're fighting?" Sasuke said, lips twisting up into an unpleasant smile. It reminded Naruto of those many times Sasuke mocked him when they were kids. Only this time, it was like there was a wall between them that Naruto could never seem to even get to fucking crumble instead of a broken bridge they slowly repaired and broke more without either realizing what the hell they were doing.
"No," Naruto said and he knew no matter how much he tried to hide it, Sasuke couldn't forget either. Then he reached over to grab two handfuls of Sasuke's soft hair, wondering briefly if he conditioned it and if he did why he took the time to, and pulled him forward in order to shove his tongue into Sasuke's mouth again. Unlike moments ago, Naruto's goal wasn't just to lick up the blood he'd spilt, but his intent was no less possessive.