Title: Yellow Strings
Line: This isn't going to work. (Either as a line or dialogue.)
Paring: Naruto/Sasuke

A drabble challenge fic

Disclaimer: Wait...no, no, still not mine.

Please note: This fic is SHOUNEN AI in nature. Boys perving on other boys and all that fun stuff

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The thread knotted up for the second time, forming a helpless tangle against the orange fabric. Naruto scowled and tugged hard on the needle. Unsurprisingly---to anyone except Naruto---the thread broke.

"Damnit!" Stupid string. Stupid kunai that ripped a big fucking rent in his jacket. Stupid "a ninja's gear must always be in good condition" Kakashi, making him mend it now instead of waiting until they got back home where he could guilt-trip Iruka-sensei into doing it.

"This isn't going to work," he muttered, appalled at the way the stitches ambled up and down along the tear, actually failing to hold both sides of the fabric in some places.

"You suck worse at that than ninjustu," a cool voice drawled. Naruto tensed, hands balling up automatically. When did *he* get back?

"Shut up, Sasuke! I can sew just fine!" He jerked his head up to bare his teeth at the other boy.

"So I see," Sasuke said dryly, balancing his load of firewood on one shoulder.

Naruto hissed and vibrated with impudent fury. "Like *you* could do any better!"

Sasuke just snorted and walked to the fire pit at the center of their campsite. Naruto flipped him off as soon as his back was turned and returned to the task at hand. Picking up the tiny scissors from the sewing kit, he undid the crude stitch work.

He was---with much grumbling and whining---starting the project over, when Sasuke suddenly sat down behind him.

Mouth opening in preparation for a retort, Naruto froze in complete and utter shock as Sasuke slid pale arms around him and grasped his hands.

"You do it," Sasuke breathed against Naruto's neck, sending strange shivers up his spine, "Like this." He carefully freed the jacket and needle from Naruto's hands, his fingertips warm and slightly rough, and began slowly, precisely, mending the rip.

Naruto hardly noticed. Sasuke's chest and stomach rested against his back; dark hair gently brushing his face and their cheeks almost touching. Breathing was suddenly becoming an issue.

"It helps," Sasuke spoke up softly, turning his head so that his words fell warm and moist on Naruto's ear, "If you make the stitches tiny and close together." He hitched closer and Naruto couldn't suppress a shudder as Sasuke stretched lean legs out on either side of him, cradling his hips between firm thighs.

Higher thought processes gave up and went home for the weekend. This really shouldn't be happening. Any minute now Sasuke was going to get him a choke hold and mock him for being open, or Naruto was going to convince his body to *move* again and show the bastard what-for, because this. . .

Sasuke pulled away from him and Naruto barely bit back a whimper. "Well, how is that?"

Naruto blinked. First at Sasuke, who was smirking knowingly at him, and then at his jacket. Neat, perfect stitches sealed the cut. Of course.

"Not bad," Naruto admitted reluctantly, "You'll make someone a really good wife---OW!"

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