chuunin_archive | [Fic] Raindrop Fantasies

Still not sure if I like this fic too much, but it's done! Now I can shoot it ^__^

Title: Raindrop Fantasies
Author: Chibi
Summary: Sometimes fantasy reveals the problems with reality.
Pairings: Naruto and Sasuke.
Warnings: AU. Yaoi. Lemony. Overactive imaginations. Roleplaying. Semi-Naruto manga/anime bashing. Slight spoilers. Attempt at humor. Semi angsty. Semi sappy. Bad language. Weird writing style, as always.
Notes: For the rain challenge at

sasunaru100. As usual, I have no idea how I got such an idea. And I think my fics these days are trying to outdo each other in the number of warnings they need, jeez.
Extra Note: In the middle of writing this my Naruto suddenly decided that he wanted to be seme for once. Who knew? So this is, officially, my very first NarutoxSasuke, NaruSasu, whatever you want to call it, fic. Wow.
Words: 1986

The rain gently tap dances against his shoulder and begins to slowly soak through his shirt. The white fabric becomes damp, almost soggy as the rain picks up speed. The shirt clings to his skin, tightening around his arms, his chest, and his hair is plastered to his face, shading his eyes like a wet umbrella. This, he says, is the stupidest fantasy in the world.

"What was that?" Irritated.

"I said that this is the stupidest fantasy in the world." Annoyed.

Naruto mutters a soft fuck you before he slides off of Sasuke, wrapping a blanket around his naked body. The rain continues to poke at their closed bedroom window; the inspiration of what Naruto feels is a brilliant fantasy. The thought of Sasuke, soaked in the rain, clothes clinging to his skin and curving around his body. Delicious. Exciting. Boring, he says with a yawn, absolutely boring.

"I got it the first time, asshole." Naruto pulls the blanket over his head, covering his entire body like a rejected cocoon.

"Come on," Sasuke says, wrapping his arms around the blanketed lump, "Let's just do what we did last night." He smirks and moves a hand underneath the blanket, search for the body underneath. "You remember last night, right? You remember how much you enjoyed it?"

"Oh no, I am not doing that again!"

Sasuke grabs the blanket and tosses the unwanted cover out of the bed. Naruto has no time to react as Sasuke pulls him into his arms, his hands sliding against his back in light, teasing touches. The intensity of last night courses through Sasuke's fingers, remembering every touch he placed against his lover's skin, each cry and whisper that he was rewarded with. Mmmm Sasuke. Oh Sasuke. So good, you feel so fucking amazing. Stop touching me, he screams and shoves Sasuke away from him, I said no!

"What the hell is your problem?" Irritated.

"You're my problem; I'm not playing that stupid shit out again when you can't even pretend to be in the rain for me." Annoyed.

Sasuke mutters a soft whatever, dumbass then says, "My fantasy is not stupid."

"Oh?" Naruto says, "Yes, pretending to be ninjas is brilliant. Oh, oh! And... and we're best friends but you leave to go and join some creepy snake dude to get more power for your own selfish reasons and-"

"It is not a selfish reason." Sasuke crosses his arms at his chest. "Remember? My older brother-"

"Yeah, yeah. Kills your clan. Boo fucking hoo. What the hell kind of story is that? Do you know how many stories have someone's brother or father or something killing everyone?"

"... mine is better."

"You're such an asshole, Sasuke."

"See? That's why my fantasy is perfect. You get to call me an asshole and everything."

"Because you nearly kill me! Tell me again, why do I keep chasing after you in this?"

"Because you love me."

"I don't love you that much!"

"Mmmm, but you love the things I do to you." Sasuke whispers, and Naruto feels himself being pinned down to the bed, face to face with that goddamn Uchiha smirk. So we meet again Naruto, he purrs against his ear. He presses himself tightly against his friend, his pursuer, and he moans at the feeling of Naruto's naked body against his own. Why do you continue to come after me Naruto, he asks as he starts to slowly move against him.

If you don't get off of me I am going to kick your ass, he screams, squirming underneath Sasuke.

You sound so hot when you're angry, he whispers back. So breathtaking when struggling, Uzumaki, and he pins him harder to the bed.

"No, I'm being serious! Let go of me!"

"For fuck's sake, Naruto!" Sasuke lets him go and glares down at him. "You don't interrupt at a time like this!"

"I told you I'm not playing this stupid ass ninja fantasy of yours again! It's my turn!"

"Oh, what, the rain? Wow, we both get wet, the end."

"Yes and yours is so much better," Naruto frowns, "No no don't touch me, don't... oh gods yes you feel so good, gods I know we're on opposite sides right now but fuck me, Sasuke." He sighs and shakes his head, "I'm tired of the whole I don't want you but I do want you shit."

"But you're hot when you're in denial."

"Sasuke? Can't I just want you and have you for once? Without fighting with you?"

Sasuke pauses for a moment then frowns, looking bored, "Where's the fun in that?" he asks.

Naruto rolls his eyes, "You're impossible," then he grabs the blanket up from the ground and wraps it around his body, "You're impossible and I'm going to bed."

"Now?"

"Yes, now."

"You're such a brat. Just because you can't get your way?"

"No, it's because I never get my way when it comes to you. Even in your stupid ninja game, you leave and we're enemies again. Even in a fucking fantasy you can't give into me."

Never? Has Naruto never? Sasuke tries to think of a time, that one time when-no, they did it his way then too. But then there was that one time, that day when they did that thing-no, still him. What about that other time, that... time... nope. Always him.

Damn.

Sasuke reaches over and gently shakes Naruto, "Hey," he says, "Hey Naruto, come on I know you're not sleeping."

"Leave me alone."

"Naruto..."

"Goodnight, Sasuke."

Stubborn little so and so. Fine, whatever. It's not like he didn't try. Although, Sasuke looks back at the window, he can, perhaps, try a little harder.

The rain gently tap dances against his shoulder and begins to slowly soak through his shirt. The white fabric becomes damp, almost soggy as the rain picks up speed. The shirt clings to his skin, tightening around his arms, his chest, and his hair is plastered to his face, shading his eyes like a wet umbrella. Sasuke, he screams, Sasuke what the hell are you doing out there! Sasuke looks up when he hears Naruto screaming at him from their bedroom window. You're going to catch a cold, get back in here!

No, Sasuke says, I want you out here with me. I want you, Naruto.

Sasuke, this isn't funny, get back in here! What the fuck are you doing out there anyway?

You wanted me out here, in the rain.

What? Are you crazy? "That was just a fantasy..."

"Doesn't have to be." And Sasuke unbuttons one, two, three buttons of his shirt. The rain switches gears, skin is much more appealing than clothing, and it moves down his neck and trails over his chest. "Doesn't have to be, Naruto, if you come out here." Come out here, Naruto.

Naruto watches the rain, watches it caress Sasuke's skin, touching him like a lover's fingertips. It only takes a moment for Naruto to throw on a robe, some old slippers, and he runs out of the backdoor and through the backyard, carrying an umbrella over his head. His feet squish against the wet grass and he says to Sasuke, You are insane, and he moves the umbrella over Sasuke's head, protecting the both of them from the storm.

Sasuke leans forward and brushes his lips against Naruto's, a mix of raindrops and the bold Uchiha taste. I want you Naruto, he whispers against his lips.

Naruto stares at Sasuke and whispers, "No fighting?"

"No fighting."

"No denial?"

"I'm not denying anything," Sasuke whispers with another gentle kiss. I want you to have me, Naruto.

It's too good to be true and Naruto wonders if Sasuke has been standing outside for too long. Maybe he's already caught that cold and it's growing into a flu. But before he can question anything Sasuke unbuttons another button, four five six, and the shirt hangs open. And he doesn't stop there, because the shirt is off and is spread out across the soggy grass in a matter of seconds. The umbrella is dropped, forgotten, and Naruto kisses Sasuke, greedily tasting the rain on his lips. But it's not enough and soon Naruto's lips are kissing at Sasuke's neck, over his shoulder and down his chest, his lips absorbing and tasting each drop of rain.

Sasuke can't take his eyes off of him. Naruto, hair flat and pressed against his head, robe heavy and wet around his body. Naruto, slowly dropping to his knees in front of him, undoing his pants and sliding them down his legs where they pool around his ankles. Naruto, kissing the rain from his legs, his thighs, small sounds leaving his lips from the mix of rain and skin. And Sasuke's knees feel so weak that they're delirious, Gods Naruto, he whispers as he moves his fingers through his hair, I want more. And it sounds odd to hear himself ask, beg, whatever he's doing, but it's the truth. He does want more. Now.

It only takes a moment, a couple of raindrops playing on his shoulder, for Naruto to start kissing, licking, panting in between Sasuke's legs. And it seems vulgar to do it but he needs to, so Sasuke grips onto Naruto's hair and pulls him closer, nearly screaming against the beat of the rain. Reality tells both of them that tomorrow they'll be sneezing and eating hot soup, wasting boxes of tissue on each other's noses, but at the moment all that matters is the way Naruto moves his lips around Sasuke. Slowly, savoring every sound Sasuke makes. More Naruto, he whispers and holds his hair tighter, gods more!

And now he knows he's begging, but pride can kiss his ass.

Neither knows when it happens but soon Naruto's hands are sliding over Sasuke's ass, and somewhere in the mix he has a finger slipping inside of him. And usually things are the other way around but this time is different. The rain? The wet grass? There is only a brief pause, a brief realization of what's about to happen before Sasuke tells Naruto to keep going, don't stop keep going. Naruto moves his finger slow, slower, slowest, teasing Sasuke enough to make him beg for another. It has Sasuke arching his back in an enticing curve that the rain traces over. Fuck, Naruto whispers as he watches Sasuke, fuck I want you.

Reality says that rain drenched grass is not the best place for sex, but reality also says that impatience wins over common sense. Naruto unties his robe, letting it hang open as he helps Sasuke lay down. There's an uncomfortable moment of grass against skin, it's cold like mushy cereal when left alone in the morning, but the feeling is forgotten when Naruto crawls on top of Sasuke and asks him, "Are you ready?"

It feels a bit odd to feel himself holding onto Naruto, to feel his own legs spreading apart across the grass, but he says, "I'm sure." He looks up into Naruto's eyes, watching the raindrops fall from his hair and he says, "I want to."

It's odd to hear himself ask Naruto to go slower, because it does hurt a little, and he's waiting for that moment where people say the pain stops and it's replaced by something that can't be explained with words. But so far it's just pain, squishy grass, but somewhere in the background is Naruto's voice telling him to relax. Soft, soothing, Naruto's voice surpasses the rain and he whispers, "Relax, I've got you."

And at some point he does relax, he can't pinpoint when, he can reflect back on it later because he's too busy begging, "Please Naruto," Naruto to go faster. And it feels good, incredible, "Gods, oh gods Naruto," some other overly simplistic words.

And the reality is that for the first time Sasuke gives into Naruto, the rain being their only witness.