A/N: Here's the LAST chapter. I hope you've got your brains screwed in. Otherwise, you might lose them. Content warning: Sasuke's an HUGE tease, and he's a bit emotional. Panicky, and just girly...I wanted him to crack. Guess you could say it's my sadistic side, but I wanted to break him. In the end, I think he enjoyed it thoroughly. You tell me.

Warnings:

FL--Foul Language

Y--Yaoi

L--Lemony goodness...

Legal Stuffiness: I do not own Naruto, or any of the characters therein. Kishimoto Masashi, sole proprietor, and he owns my soul.

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Bless Me, Father…

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Chapter 4: Real Sin

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Sasuke wasn't sure why it had happened. One minute, they had been yelling at each other, and the next, he was listening in shocked silence to Naruto spouting off one of the most vivid fantasies he'd ever heard of. He'd felt his body responding to those words, and then, when the blonde had said he cared for him…it was all he could do to make himself sit still. The words the priest had said the previous Sunday came back to him.

"Love is not a sin…"

Was it love? Or was it lust? Either way, he was sure he wasn't just going to be able to let it pass him by. It was as if he were trying to rationalize to himself why he could do this…why he could be with Naruto. He wanted to. For the very first time in his life, Sasuke found that he was now wanting something for himself. Not the way one wants a new car or a better place to live. He wanted—no, he needed Naruto. Needed him the way he needed air to breathe.

His entire life had been an exercise in self-denial and restraint. Uchiha Sasuke always took the high road. When he was faced with situations that could potentially have him breach his agreement with himself to be good, he simply walked away. Being Catholic actually meant a lot to him. His faith kept him anchored. It gave him something to help ground him in reality. But…he didn't want his feelings for Naruto to be something that went against that faith.

The priest said it wasn't a sin to love.

Sasuke's head hurt. Did he love Naruto? His feelings were strong, whatever they were. When that blonde was around, he had trouble concentrating on anything other than painfully vivid fantasies. It was worse now, because he knew. Sasuke had heard every movement that came from the neighboring cell, and was distraught, thinking that Naruto was going to come into his cubicle. He thought that the man would invite himself in and man-handle him…and Sasuke found himself wishing that he would. But he knew it wouldn't happen, in spite of his fears.

Why not? Well, that was simple. Naruto had not initiated what Sasuke did in the elevator. No, that was all me. He allowed himself a smile as he thought of what Naruto looked like as he collapsed to the floor of the elevator. His eyes had been closed, face contorted in pleasure, and his breathing was ragged. Sasuke took a sip of his coffee, trying to steady his thoughts. He didn't need to start thinking about that too much.

But it was rather enjoyable…okay, who was he kidding? He had relished being with Naruto. And that was the source of his present agitation. Sasuke knew that according to his religion, what he had done was not right. But the priest…he kept thinking of what the man had said, and how he thought of Naruto more and more, and how when he did, it wasn't always sexual. He had a dream the night before…it was nothing short of warm and fuzzy.

Sasuke had walked into his apartment in his dream, and found Naruto sitting on the couch. He had gone to sit with him, and they kicked off their shoes to lay together for hours, not needing to talk, because they held a silent communication. He wanted that. He wanted that with Naruto, but he couldn't bring himself to ask for it. Sasuke's pride got in his way on that front: he didn't want to be the one to give in. But at the same time, he knew he had already done so, to a certain extent. His thoughts were so jumbled right now, he just needed to clear his head.

So, he stood up, grabbed his jacket, and his keys, and left. He felt a little guilty for not telling Naruto that he was going to play hookie, but if he even looked into the other man's cubicle, he was sure he wouldn't be able to leave without him. There was a little twinge in his chest as he entered the elevator. Pressing the button for the ground floor, he stared at the spot on the floor where Naruto had been, laying there while Sasuke pleasured him. He closed his eyes. It was all he could do not to take the elevator back up to the twenty-first floor.

He needed to think. That was his top priority. When he needed to do some major thinking, there were two places he went. There was a bench that sat on the edge of the river, and he always found it peaceful to sit there and breathe in the air that seemed cleaner there. The second place was the cathedral. He wanted to talk to the priest again. In a way, he was frightened. He knew that whatever the man told him, he would not be able to handle it. If he was a pervert, and needed help, that would certainly be bad news. But could he take it if he was told that it was okay? Could he allow himself to love Naruto?

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"Father, I need your advice."

"Of course, my son."

"I have been thinking on what you last told me. You said that love is not a sin. I was frightened, Father. I still am. Why is it so scary?"

"Love, especially when it's new, is an uncertain thing. It's like…a newborn deer. It's trying to find its feet, and it takes a while. Have you ever seen a deer running, my son?"

"Yes, Father. It's beautiful."

There was a smile in the priest's voice. "Yes, it is. That's how love is. It takes a bit of time to get through the awkward stages, but soon, you find your feet, and then you can run."

"Really, Father?"

"You'll be fine, son. You've got a good heart. Every man must find that which makes him truly happy. The Church has its views, but every one of us struggles to find our own way. I am of the opinion that love forms in the strangest of places…in spite of us. Go now, son."

"Yes, Father."

As he exited the confessional, Sasuke bit his lip anxiously. He felt a bit better, but he still needed to think. Getting into his car, he drove home. Once he had parked in his spot in the garage, he took the elevator up to his apartment. He lived on the tenth floor. The doors slid open, and he walked distractedly down the hall. If he told Naruto how he felt, what would he say? It wasn't something he was altogether sure of. He said he cared for him. Was that the same thing as Sasuke felt?

Sasuke dug his keys from his pocket, and sifted through them, locating his apartment key, then looking up to the lock in his door, only to find a body in the way. It was Naruto. "Playing hookie, are we?"

Sasuke reached around the man, attempting to ignore how good he smelled, and unlocked his door. "It would seem so. I needed to talk to a friend." Pushing past Naruto, he entered his apartment, tossing his keys onto the kitchen table. "Come in, and lock the door behind you." So much for thinking some more…He heard the door close, and the lock being engaged.

"You didn't think you could talk to me?" Naruto asked, coming to stand in front of him. Sasuke's mouth went dry.

"I…I needed an objective opinion." Why did he always have to stammer where Naruto was concerned? He hated that!

"About what, Sasuke?" Naruto was advancing on him now, drawing close. Sasuke could feel his body-heat. He couldn't answer. Not with Naruto standing so close. Panic was rising in his chest, and there was a strange, queasy feeling in his stomach. He swallowed hard, trying to free his throat of the lump there. Nothing. "Sasuke?" Curious eyes watched him, and Sasuke found himself backing away, only to run into the wall. He clawed his way down the wall until he got to a corner, and held on to it, ready to bolt down the hall if Naruto got too close.

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Sasuke looked like a scared rabbit again. Naruto stepped closer to him, and he felt the tension crackling in the air, like static electricity from a wool sweater. Why did he look like he was so frightened? "Calm down, Sasuke. I'm not going to hurt you." Naruto slowly edged toward him, as one might do a feral cat, for fear of being scratched or bitten. "Just…stay calm okay? I'm not here to hurt you. I'm not going to do anything bad to you." He just kept saying those things, all the while sidling up to his nervous companion, and soon he had wrapped his arms around Sasuke, pulling him close. The tall, slender man leaned down, burying his face in Naruto's neck, and soaked his shoulder with hot tears. Naruto had a difficult time reconciling this sniveling mess with the man he knew. "Hey…don't cry. What's wrong?"

Sasuke sighed into his neck. It was a sound of complete contentment. Naruto watched as he stood straight, drawing himself up to his full height. This caused him to have to look up. Eyes like smoldering coals held his, and he suddenly felt trapped. He felt like he couldn't move. Do you really want to move, Naruto? It took two seconds to realize that no, he didn't. So when Sasuke's hands rose, threading fingers through his hair, and pulling him forward, he just melted into that touch. It felt so wonderful, so soft. It felt like how Naruto knew Heaven must feel. Sasuke's forehead rested against his.

"Nothing's wrong, Naruto. Nothing can be, now."

Blue eyes widened, and he stared up at Sasuke, who was now smiling through his tears. It was the kind of smile Naruto had always wanted. Sad, happy, full of emotion…what was that emotion? If he thought his eyes were wide already, he was wrong. When he saw the truth of what Sasuke felt, he felt his eyes bulge, and his heart clench in his chest. "Naruto…" Oh, no…he's going to say it… "Naruto, I—" Naruto stopped him, silencing him with a finger.

"Don't say it, Sasuke. Not yet."

"Why?"

Naruto smiled slowly. "I don't want you to say it until you're sure." Sasuke blinked at him. He obviously didn't know what Naruto was talking about. "You're always talking about faith. I'm not a religious man, Sasuke. You know that. But I don't want to have you do something that you'll regret later, especially if it's against the faith you love so much." Those dark eyes were watching him, full of a heated emotion that made Naruto want to either run away or jump on him. That emotion was all he saw. It was all he felt. It surrounded him, drowned him. This is going to kill me. But what a way to go…

He felt himself being gently prodded backward, until his back connected with the wall. Sasuke's mouth descended on his, and there was no more room for thought. All air between them was squeezed out, as the taller man pressed himself against Naruto. His kiss was sweet, yet demanding, and Naruto thought he was going to burn alive as he felt something soft but stiff against his leg. He whimpered, just a little, as Sasuke slipped his tongue into his parted lips, reaching, tasting, exploring. Hands moved teasingly over his clothing, plucking at his suit jacket before moving beneath it, and tracing the contours of hard muscle beneath his shirt. In all of this, Naruto was motionless, other than simply trying to return Sasuke's kiss with equal force and heat. He was finally allowed to breathe when those tormenting lips slid down his chin, parting to admit the exit of his tongue, which was now running down Naruto's neck. Lost in the sensations bombarding his brain, Naruto failed to realize that Sasuke was loosening his tie, then taking it off altogether.

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Two-hundred-dollar silk slithered to the floor, and then Sasuke was working at the buttons of Naruto's shirt. They seemed rather stubborn. Finally, when they were all undone, he slipped his hands inside, only to find a white sleeveless undershirt. Naruto made a squeak when Sasuke yanked off his dress shirt and jacket, and he smirked against Naruto's neck. "Nnnnn…Sasuke…"

"Mm?" He asked, not really a question, but more of an inquisitive noise. His eyes caught a glimpse of Naruto's tongue darting out to lick his lips. Sasuke paused for a moment in his exploration of tanned skin, waiting for an answer.

"I…I need you…Sasuke…" Naruto's voice, usually so loud and excited, was low, throaty, and had to be what sex would sound like if it could talk. But he wasn't sure what to do. Up until this point, he had moved through pure instinct. He knew what Naruto wanted. Could he do that?

After a short and rather one-sided debate in his mind, he grasped the white cotton undershirt and shucked it off of a tanned torso with one fluid motion. Sasuke blinked at Naruto. Standing against the wall, half naked, almost glowing, with his eyes glazed and lips parted, he looked like an angel come to Earth. Sasuke thought to himself that the only real sin he could commit was denying his feelings. Everyone had to find what made them happy, right? At the moment, he was quite happy, so he lost all of his hesitation then.

Taking hold of Naruto's belt, he pulled forward, then slid his arms around his lower back. Applying slight pressure caused delicious friction, and he made a low, growling sound. When he had sufficiently recovered from this action, he did it again, only harder. Naruto panted, and Sasuke whispered, "What do you need, Naruto?" He knew his breath was tickling the small hairs on the other man's neck, because he tried to squirm away. He found that to be an interesting result, so he tried it again. "Tell me…" He drew out those words, breathing hotly against sensitive flesh. He moved against Naruto, just as full lips parted to speak.

"Naaaahhh…oh…d-do that again…Sasu…ke…"

Far be it from him to refuse a request from Naruto. Sasuke gripped either side of firm hips, pulling, pushing, pressing, sliding…and soon he panted right along with Naruto. He let his fingers play over the soft cloth of a blue pair of pants, and then felt hands on him, as well. Naruto had finally come out of his stupor, and his hands worked almost feverishly, divesting Sasuke of his tie, then his jacket, and shirt. Warm lips worked their way down his neck, and Sasuke sighed. His skin tingled in every place where Naruto touched him. It was like he was slowly but surely being set on fire, one patch of skin at a time. And he loved every second of it. He stopped breathing when he felt something wet on his left nipple. Eyes wide, he looked down. Naruto's mouth was latched firmly onto that hypersensitive spot, and he let out a strangled gasp when blue eyes looked up at him through a fog of need. He looks like he's going to eat me…

That was a rather absurd thought, but it was the only one that accurately described Naruto's expression. He looked…hungry. Sasuke felt teeth nipping, and he jerked slightly in reaction to it. It was too hot. The air suddenly pressed in on him, making him feel as if he were wearing entirely too many clothes. Apparently, Naruto felt the same way, because he was working at the buckle of Sasuke's belt, as well as his own. All Sasuke could do was watch as Naruto continued to nip and suckle at his chest, while deftly removing two sets of pants. He's rather…talented at that, isn't he?

Pants and shoes went skidding across the floor, and Sasuke stumbled when Naruto pulled him forward, and they crashed into the wall. Naruto's left leg curled around Sasuke's right, pulling the pale man more tightly against him while his hips rolled forward, and Sasuke's breath hissed out. All of these sensations were too new, too raw. He felt something, deep in his stomach, that told him he wanted more. He wanted more than this. Sasuke wanted everything. He wanted, and he let himself want it. As he ground against Naruto, hard flesh and silk sliding and creating the most unbearably wonderful friction imaginable, he leaned forward, and kissed the crook of Naruto's neck, then opened his mouth to sink his teeth into tanned skin.

"Aaah!" The smaller man jumped, and his nails dug into the skin of Sasuke's shoulders. He panted, whined, and then started moaning when the bite was soothed with a wide swipe of Sasuke's tongue. "God…" Naruto breathed in his ear, "…how can you feel so good, Sasuke?" Sasuke did not answer him. He merely ran teasing fingers along a well-muscled abdomen, coming to rest hooked into the waist of Naruto's flaming orange silk underwear. "Ahhh. Sasuke…please…"

"Please what?" He ran his left index finger down to brush at the beginnings of soft, wiry hair, and was rewarded with a gasp. "What, Naruto? Weren't you supposed to be teaching me?" Sasuke was a bit surprised at himself, and he could tell that Naruto was as well. His voice sounded as if he were teasing, which he supposed he was, a little. It was also a challenge, and one he knew the other man couldn't resist. Naruto's eyes were cloudy, and unfocused. He let out a groan when Sasuke withdrew his fingers.

The blue-eyed man's hands moved on the offensive, taking hold of the sides of his dark blue underwear, and yanking them down to his ankles. Sasuke suddenly found himself falling to the floor as his feet were pulled from under him. There was a soft slapping sound as his rear end made intimate acquaintance with hard wood. He could ignore the pain, however, when he watched Naruto crawl into his lap, and push him onto his back. "Didn't I tell you? I don't back down." That voice was full of a kind of challenge that Sasuke could not for the life of him resist. So, he stared into blue eyes, waiting. Naruto's shapely eyebrows rose expectantly.

"I'm waiting for my lesson." Sasuke drew out the last word suggestively, a smirk on his lips.

Full lips pulled into a smirk of their own as Naruto leaned down, and lapped at Sasuke's mouth with his tongue. "Sasuke, here's lesson number one. You should do well with this. It's all about self-control."

Self control? What's he going to…oh, shit…

"Don't move, Sasuke. That's the lesson." Sasuke's eyes widened. Naruto had now stripped himself of his underwear, and was straddling Sasuke's hips, just low enough so that no friction could occur. It was horrifically erotic, as he watched the blonde man touching himself. Hands slid over tanned skin, eliciting small gasps as they moved over sensitive areas, and came teasingly close to an as-yet un-dealt with erection. Naruto groaned, licking his lips as fingers finally ghosted over straining flesh. Sasuke wanted to touch him. He wanted to make those sounds come from those lips. He wanted to make him moan, beg and scream, then stop, and tease. Then he could do it all over again.

The stuttering breaths Naruto was taking were too much. He was hypnotized, entranced. It was as if the movement of Naruto's hands, which were now stroking his own member, was making him absolutely mad. Just when he thought he wouldn't be able to stand it any longer, Naruto ceased touching himself, leaned over him, and kissed him gently, almost gingerly. "Very good, Sasuke. You pass this part of lesson one. That was the practice test. Now, let's see how you so with the real thing." For some reason, Sasuke felt as if he were afraid. He swallowed hard as Naruto slid down his body, coming to rest between his parted knees.

Bright blue had gone darker in eyes that teased him, almost mocking, but not quite. Though he tried very, very hard, Sasuke was unable to keep himself from gasping when Naruto leaned down and ran his tongue over the junction of his hip and thigh. That warm wetness trailed over his skin, and Naruto's breath hit the moistened areas, causing him to shiver. Teeth grazed the skin just at his hipbone, and he jumped. Naruto sniggered. "I'll call that a reflex. Now, on with your lesson." Sasuke blinked down at the smaller man, who was still torturing him to his heart's content.

He could see nothing of that beautiful face, but he saw clearly the mark he had made earlier. An angry red ring of tooth-marks surrounded an already purpling bruise. Sasuke wanted to soothe that small hurt, along with any and all others Naruto may ever feel. His internal musings were interrupted, however, at one of the most insanely intense sensations he'd ever felt. Somehow, Sasuke's eyes had drifted to the ceiling. They returned quickly to looking at his lower body, where he saw Naruto taking the length of him into his mouth. Sasuke nearly swallowed his own tongue.

"Ahhhhhh….N…N…Naaa…" Why couldn't he speak coherently? That's very simple, Sasuke. Naruto's got your dick in his mouth. In case you've forgotten, nobody's touched it other than you…and now he's going to make you beg. Sasuke hated his inner voice. It showed up at the most inconvenient times, and he wished he could shut it up. Stop thinking and enjoy it, idiot. Now that, he could agree with. While he was dealing with his inner annoyance, Naruto had dislodged his erection from his throat, and was now moving his hands over it slowly, petting it as if the hard flesh were a soft, fluffy kitten. He couldn't stand much more of this. Sasuke's eyes rolled back in his head, and he moaned loudly, his entire body shaking. "Naruto…can't…take…any…more…"

When his eyes returned to their correct orientation, he saw Naruto leaning over him. A look of concern was what he found in formerly cloudy eyes. "Are you okay, Sasuke?" He could honestly say that now, he was all right. Only…he hadn't meant for those hands to stop moving… Then Naruto said something that made his stomach clench. "Maybe…maybe we should stop?"

Both he and his inner voice said at the same moment, "Not a chance," and he pulled the body above him down hard, making sure that as much of their skin touched as possible. "Oops," he whispered innocently in Naruto's ear, "I moved. Guess I fail?" The very tips of his fingers barely touched smooth, tanned skin, trailing down from taut shoulders to the tensing muscles at the small of Naruto's back. Breath caught against his shoulder, and he smiled. "I guess I'm just a bad student."

Sasuke nearly laughed at himself. In a way, it felt ridiculous saying such things. But under the circumstances, he was pretty sure Naruto didn't mind. He became certain of that fact when his face was gripped in a pair of lightly calloused hands, and Naruto slid up his body to take his lips in a feral, passionate kiss. "No," Naruto said against his mouth, "You did well. 'A' plus. With smiley faces. You deserve a reward…" Heat upon heat spread through his body as he felt the other man's legs parting, his arms pulling him up, and soon he was in a seated position with arms and legs wrapped firmly around his waist, Naruto grinding against him. The sudden onslaught of sensation ripped a desperate cry from his throat, and he clawed blindly at the man in his arms, while trying his best to press him closer, ever closer.

"Ahh!" Naruto cried out when Sasuke's hands fell to his hips, dragging him as close as he could get him, as hard as he could. It felt so good it hurt, and it hurt so much it was wonderful. Sasuke could feel his heart hammering in his chest, as every nerve in his body became effervescent with pent-up energy. The blonde in his lap moaned long and loud, the sound causing Sasuke's body to pulse, and sweat sprang from every pore, making skin slide wetly. "Sasu—ke…" Naruto's voice next to his ear was low, growling, and unbelievably full of everything that was sex. "Sasuke…I…I want you…" Lips moved away from his ear as hands gripped his face, and he saw Naruto before him. "I need you. Now, Sasuke."

Through the haze in his mind, Sasuke found that little dying hesitation flare back to life again. He was in completely uncharted territory. What did he do now? He knew the basic mechanics of sex, though he had never experienced it before, but this was not something they taught you in health class. Generally speaking, he was pretty clueless. Okay, so he was a complete neophyte. He had done pretty good so far, and didn't want to tarnish that glowing record by doing anything stupid. So, he stilled Naruto's hips—much to his own dismay—and spoke to the incredulous face before him. "I don't want to do this on the floor, Naruto. Can we go to my bedroom?" At a vehement nod, he rose to his feet (amazingly enough, Naruto was able to stay firmly latched onto his hips by virtue of very strong and flexible legs).

As he laid Naruto onto the soft comforter that covered his bed, Sasuke bit his lip. What if he hurt him? He wasn't sure he could live with himself if he did. Naruto noticed his uncertainty, and abused lips smiled up at him softly in understanding, "We just need something to smooth the way…do you have any lotion?" God, this is embarrassing…he thought as he reached back to his night-table. In a drawer, there was a bottle, which he used on those nights when his dreams and thoughts of the man beneath him became too unbearable. Naruto didn't make any comments on his choice of lotion, for which he was glad (he wasn't picky…he just liked the smell of strawberries). An argument at this point would certainly spoil the mood, more so than his having to get (for lack of a better word) lube. The very word sounded dirty, even in his mind. Hey! That stupid inner voice yelled, you're getting distracted! Focus!

Right. The bottle was plucked from his hands, and he was pushed onto his back again. Naruto poured out a healthy amount of the viscous liquid into his palm, and rubbed his hands together briskly, in a decent imitation of a masseuse. Those hands smoothed over his painful erection, and he tried…oh, he tried not to moved against that slick touch, but it was futile. Naruto allowed him to rear up only once before he stilled him. "Stay calm." That, Sasuke decided, was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard. Who could possibly stay calm in such a situation? Was this like that self-control test? Even if it was, he sure as hell wasn't keeping his hands to himself this time.

Naruto's hand moved slowly over heated skin, drawing out sounds Sasuke didn't know he was capable of making, and after a few moments, he was pulled, and flopped down over the smaller man's body. He felt his right hand being tugged, and allowed it to be, then he watched, entranced, as Naruto coated it with the lotion, then began licking and sucking on the first two fingers. After a long moment Naruto released them, saying softly, "Use those first, one at a time."

"But won't that—"

"No, it won't hurt me, Sasuke. I promise, I'll tell you if it does." He blinked. How did he know what he was thinking? It took a moment to steady himself, propping himself up on his left elbow, but once he felt comfortable, his index finger was tracing its way down to a tight ring of muscle, and he felt a shiver move thorough Naruto's body as the wetness touched him. His prodding was tentative at first, testing. Once it gave way, he could feel a sort of slickness, and intense heat. Curious, he moved that exploring touch farther, taking in every texture before removing it. Following Naruto's instructions, and watching the other man for any sign, any hint, of discomfort, Sasuke slid that finger, as well as another, back in, continuing to explore the heat inside Naruto. When he found a slightly different texture, he moved his fingertips against it.

Suddenly, Naruto's entire body tensed, and a sharp intake of breath was exhaled as a loud moan. He heard Naruto's voice rasp out, "Again…please do that…again." He did, and to his amazement, Naruto was pushing back against his hand, whimpering and pleading, begging that he continue. Sasuke was in awe of the sweat-slicked body beneath him. How could that simple little touch cause this kind of pleasure? Again and again, he touched that little patch of something different, and every time, he saw Naruto arch up off of the bed, his hands gripping the coverlet, and it became obvious that he was very close to spilling himself all over the both of them.

That would leave quite a mess, and he wasn't sure he wanted to clean that up. Sasuke continued to push at that spot inside him, slowing to a much more bearable pace, and slid his body down, so that he could take Naruto into his mouth. Matching both motions in time with each other, he moved his mouth over aching flesh, and was startled when he felt Naruto's hands twining in his hair, pulling hard. When he took a look up at the source of the ragged moans and pants he heard, he saw something that made him almost die, right then and there. While before, his eyes had been closed, face contorted, he was staring down at Sasuke, a very intent expression in his eyes. All movement ceased. Sasuke suddenly felt that there was nothing else in the world. Only those eyes. They threatened to burn him alive, and he wanted them to. Finally, hands pulled him, away from his work, and up toward those eyes.

Lips met in a soft but insistent kiss, and Sasuke felt Naruto's hands on him, guiding him to lay atop him again, positioning him, and then finally pulling him forward slightly. Heat enveloped the very tip of his erection, and he heard Naruto moan. Sasuke himself couldn't see it felt so wonderful. Having gone temporarily blind—or were his eyes closed? Yes, that was it. He opened his eyes, and looked down at Naruto, who was urging him forward. "Please, Sasuke, don't stop…please!" He continued to push forward until every bit of him was inside slick, tight warmth. Both of them were panting, and he stayed where he was, to give them time to get used to it. "Move…move, Sasuke. Please, don't make me wait anymore…I've been waiting for this for so long…"

At that, he began to move. Slowly, surely, softly. Inch by torturous inch, until Naruto finally wrapped his legs around him and pulled. Hard. The involuntary thrust made him inhale sharply, and his eyes cross. "For crying out loud, Naruto…" he didn't finish. But now, he had gotten the point, and moved a bit faster. It was driving him mad. Instinct was telling him he needed to push as hard and fast as he possibly could, but he didn't want to hurt him…then he remembered that Naruto told him he'd let him know if anything hurt, and he just let go. His movements quickened thrusting, pulling, pushing, stroking at Naruto's erection, it was too much. It wasn't enough. It was everything there was.

Heat like he never knew gathered in his stomach, and it began to squeeze in on itself, burning, aching, and finally, he heard a hoarse cry from Naruto that somehow resembled his name, and felt an unbearable squeeze around him, then, white and silvery stars exploded across his vision, and he actually did go blind for a moment. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't see. And he certainly could not move. When he regained his senses, he found that Naruto had rolled him to the side, and was already cleaning the both of them up. When napkins had been thrown away, the blonde snuggled up to him after pulling up the covers to their waists. For a moment, he waited for Sasuke to come down out of the clouds, where he seemed to have taken up permanent residence.

"You okay?" Naruto asked.

He gave a little laugh. "Better than okay. Can I say it now?" His voice was sarcastic.

Naruto's shapely brows furrowed, and he said, "Only if you're sure. I don't want you thinking that way, and then realizing that you made a mistake. I mean, that would be horrible. It would be like—" Silencing him with a chaste kiss, he felt a smile against his lips.

Pulling away, he said, "Do you always babble after making love?"

"I babble when I'm happy, yes." A wide grin found itself plastered across Naruto's face. Sasuke adored Naruto's smile. It was those lips. Unbelievable.

"You're happy?" he teased.

Naruto feigned irritation. "Of course I'm happy. I just lived out several of my fantasies, with the only person I ever want to be with ever again in my life. Why wouldn't I be happy?"

"No reason." Sasuke deadpanned, letting a serious expression settle over his features.

Now, Naruto's distress was real. "Y…You're not happy?"

Sasuke was taken aback. It was only meant in fun…He had obviously not been aware of how deep Naruto's feelings ran. He smiled a little and kissed Naruto softly. What he was going to say didn't need to be said. "Yes, love. I'm happy."

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"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned…it has been one week since my last confession. Since then…"

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A/N: I hope that was hot enough. There is a limit to which I was not willing to go, especially on So, I have the whole scene in my head, and I'm sure you've conjured images of your own. And however I've written, your imagination would ultimately lead you in directions that I'm certain are much more interesting. Thanks for reading, and please review to let me know how this chapter turned out. Until next time, my little hentais...