Author note: I'm thinking of writing another chapter to this. I'm not positive yet.

He turned me on completely. Was it his beautiful features? His well toned body or his eager but yet determined personality? I don't think I'll ever know. It's just something about him. Every time I see him, I can't seem to hold myself back.

My fingers ran through his blonde locks. He really was gorgeous. His short hair matted against his forehead with sweat. His breathing was heavy as he thrashed. He was utterly sexy.

I must be the luckiest man in the world. This male was mine for at least twenty minutes. Nothing could disrupt us out here in the woods. His hands were chained to the tree he sat against, an angered expression on his face.

"That look doesn't suit you." I remarked smugly.

He growled at me as he thrashed against the metal around his wrists. I kneeled down between his legs, my face inches from his. My hand fell from his damp hair to his wet cheek.

"You really are gorgeous." I commented, feeling him nuzzle in to my hand.

His skin was softer then you could imagine. Oh the sensation of skin on skin. How could I ever wait for this feeling? Three months seemed way too long for this boy that made my world.

My hand spilled off his cheek to the hem of his white T-shirt. It slipped under the clothing to his bare skin. I held back a moan; this was the only reason for me to live.

I could never live without this sensation he gave me. It was unbearably good. The way he moaned and squirmed under me. God I was getting hard just thinking about it.

My lean fingers twisted one of his nipples, earning a gasp from the blonde. I drank in his muffled noises. He couldn't keep quiet for much longer. It wasn't his… way of life.

Quickly I pulled off my shirt while I ripped off his. There wasn't enough time for foreplay as much as I wanted it. Time was ticking away while I showed my affection for him.

I craved him much more then I should have. He was my enemy, yes. And yet I couldn't help but have these feelings for him, which I could only show so often.

I removed out pants next, tossing them on the dirty ground along with our boxers. We had to do this fast. Faster then we usually did. I wasted too much time tying him up.

I slipped my fingers in to his mouth while I ordered him, "Suck." He did as he was told, coaxing them in his saliva. I closed my eyes. The feeling of his tongue running over my two fingers was too much. He was doing this on purpose. Testing me almost.

I pulled my wet fingers from his mouth. I sat down completely on the ground and pulled him in to my lap. His legs swung around my waist as he locked his ankles together.

I pressed my two fingers to his entrance, skipping the one at a time rule. Our time was short; we had to get to it fast. He gasped as my fingers filled him.

I waited for him to get used to the intrusion before scissoring my fingers inside of him. He hummed softly as the pain subsided in to pleasure as I started to pump my fingers in and out of him.

I pulled my fingers from his entrance. The heat of him on my fingers wasn't enough. I needed to be inside of him. I needed to feel that heat engulf my body.

I licked the palm of my hand, pumping my full erect member until it was slick with my own saliva. I positioned myself at his opening. "Ready?" I warned.

He buried his head in the crook of my neck. "Hurry." He whispered. The boy's grip tightened around my waist as I pressed the tip of my erection in to him.

He gasped as I thrusted in to him fully. I loved the feeling of me being inside of him. "God, you're so tight." I moaned as the pleasure overwhelmed my being.

His breath was ragged as he forced out, "Start thrusting… Please." He begged, which only turned me on even more.

He was much more then my childhood friend and my teenage rival. Underneath all that hatred of mine there was something else I felt for this boy. I don't think I could ever live without him.

I began a steady thrusting pattern. In…Out…In…Out… Far too slow for my liking. But I didn't stretch him correctly; I didn't want to hurt him. As much as I like to tease him, I didn't want to see him wobble home.

"Faster." He breathed.

I quickened my pace quite a bit. InOutInOut. He moaned as I filled him each time. My climax was close. I couldn't hold out much more. Our time was almost finished.

I heard him cry out in pleasure as I hit his special spot only I knew. He cried my name over and over again every time I hit it. Oh god his screaming was pushing me over the edge.

My hand found its way to his throbbing member. My skillful fingers trailed paths along his length, earning more moans of pleasure. I wrapped my hand around his shaft, starting to pump timely with my thrust.

We were like one person. Our bodies moved as one. My thrusts and pumping along with his bucks and moans. We were perfect for each other. We filled each other's void.

My finger flicked over the slit at the tip of his head. He cried out as he released in to my hand. I felt his muscles tighten around my shaft. The tightness and heat became even worse, or better, as I released my seed in to the blonde, moaning out his name.

We sat there wrapped in each other trying to catch our breaths. I slipped from underneath him and stood up quickly. I gathered my clothes and forced myself to pull them on.

I didn't want to leave. Not now. I could stay and hold him in my arms. Confess my feelings for him and maybe hear them back. I could stay here and love him forever.

As much as I wished I could do so. I had to leave. I had betrayed him enough; he didn't need me to deceive him again. It could be bad for both of us.

He gazed up at me from his position on the ground. His azure eyes longing for me to stay just a little longer. I was forced to turn away from him. Those eyes…

"How long have we been doing this, Sasuke?"

I closed my eyes before taking a deep breath. "Three years."

"Can—"

I interrupted him. "I have to go. I'll see you in three months. Take care… Naruto."

His name. I haven't been able to call him by his true name without adding a cruel adjective before it in so long. I wanted this life from the beginning. But as I lived this so called dream life, I felt more and more alone. Naruto was the only thing I wanted.

"I'll miss you."

I didn't answer him. Then answer was of course "I'll miss you too" but I couldn't say that. It would hurt too much. I started to walk away from him like I did ever time after I saw him like this.

This was our little game. Every three months we pretended to invade the other's town or hide out. We'd fight each other until we were far enough in to the woods to have one of our sessions.

I would leave him alone to go back to the life I thought would be the best for me. If I could only go back. I'd choose Naruto over revenge any day.