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Konoha is quiet today.
It'd been a while since Sasuke had to do anything to help Naruto, let alone fight any bad guys, so he'd simply been restocking his fridge for him via dropping groceries off at his window and leaving immediately. The serenity felt like a sign of some sort of imminent danger, but Sasuke wasn't too convinced he didn't only feel that way because of the tumultuous life he'd always had, rather than actual signs of threat. Plus, Naruto and him had been able to spend more time together, recently.
Not to say that Sasuke was glad he and Naruto divorced their wives, but he... yeah, he's fucking glad they divorced their wives. Two marriages doomed to fail the moment the two of them couldn't get each other's names out of their mouths, and their wives knew it. They'd only been newlyweds by the time they decided to call it off, and Sakura had been devastated, but she was probably the more understanding between herself and Hinata. She witnessed it all, that is.
At least they were still young, and he never entertained Sakura asking for kids. He was never really attracted to the omega anyway. Or any, for that matter. Whether Naruto realized it or not, Sasuke was absolutely head over heels for him.
Every mission he took up just to keep him safe, every civic dispute, every trip to Ichiraku to get his favorite ramen was something he recognized as a monster deep within himself. And he was pretty sure Sakura and Hinata saw it, too. So why was Naruto so clueless?
Anyway, their idyllic village felt unsettlingly calm. He found himself on edge, sitting in Naruto's office going over pages of assignments. He divided up work for the training Genin, allotting low class missions for them to take up based on the team standings and capabilities. He could smell the alpha across from him in all his subtle glory.
Unlike other villages, people in Konoha rarely wore blockers unless they were in the midst of their mating cycles. So, fortunately, Sasuke got the luxury of smelling Naruto every time he was around. Which was often; pretty much always. He had this crisp minty, woodsy smell about him that made Sasuke perk up any time he smelled it. It was the only scent that had him actively drooling just from smelling it in the moments before a rut; it affected him more than any omega ever had.
While Naruto sifts through pages upon pages of work, Sasuke finishes his tasks, sitting idly across from him. He could go monitor the village, but so rarely is there nothing to do. He wants to savor the moment and relish in his friend's presence while he can, enjoy that sweet burning cedar of his scent and really bask in his golden glory.
That was another thing about them--their chakra bond. Nobody else would ever understand him the way Naruto did, because there was nobody who gave him withdrawals like Naruto did. Nobody else he could find in a crowd by feeling his chakra literally outstretching toward him as they drew near, and nobody else who, when they were apart, felt like ripping half of himself off his own body. Having spent so long forming jutsu's using Naruto's arm, it was especially evident when they were apart.
Sighing out through his nose, Sasuke looks out the windows of the Hokage office. The sun is beginning to set over the horizon, and Sasuke hasn't restocked Naruto's fridge yet today. He supposed he could go do that now, while they sit here in silence; he doesn't want to, though. Not if it means the pain of leaving his side.
There's something else, though. Naruto has been distant since the divorce. Where Sasuke was elated to self-actualize and feel completed in his divorce, Naruto seemed to always have something weighing on his mind. Before they were Hokage and Shadow Hokage respectively, when they were married, they would cuddle in Naruto's apartment that Sasuke financed after Naruto moved in with Hinata. They would go there just to lie in bed and talk for hours before returning home. Now, there's none of that.
So, he just looks at him. Thinking of everything he lost with the divorce, and all the time he gained, and the intimacy he craves despite it all. The way Naruto withdrew from him was sudden and surprising, but he never fought him, never argued. He simply kept up his routine of feeding him and doing his work while Shikamaru coordinated. He watches him through the part in his hair, subtly so as to not burden him with the weight of his gaze. He doesn't want to make anything awkward, he just wants to take in those features he so adores.
The pretty blonde of his hair reflecting the warm sunset reds and oranges, the ocean blue of his eyes. The thickness of his eyelashes cascading over his scleras, the downward turn of his lip as he wears it and scribbles along page after page. The slope of his upturned nose, and his hands which work quickly and carefully. Those hands which Sasuke has felt on him so many times he can't even count, and that throat which houses so much of his beautiful scent.
Again, he reminisces on their time in Naruto's apartment together. Scenting each other became so normal--satisfying the visceral urges of their chakra bond to be as close as possible, satisfying Sasuke's heart in a way so foreign yet so real. He misses going home and showering because it felt so wrong to smell like another man, and he misses the rightness of it happening in the moment.
At least Sakura was still able to be friends. Hinata rarely showed her face around them, but they heard through Sakura how she was doing.
A book slams abruptly. Sasuke hadn't realized how lost in thought he was. "I'm done." Naruto sighs, rubbing his temples with his hands. His fingers go white with the force, and his eyebrows are drawn tightly together. The crease between them is evident at his age, as well as the other wrinkles littering his pretty face. Now, he just looks tired. His scent smells especially smoky, like he's almost agitated. Sasuke simply widens his eyes to alertness, waiting for Naruto to say something. "Let's go home."
Let's go home?
If Sasuke didn't know better, he'd think Naruto was finally inviting him over again.
"My place or yours?" Naruto asks, standing, walking in front of where Sasuke sits stunned in place.
He stays silent, looking at him for a long moment. Finally, he fights the lump in his throat. "Yours."
A smile dances across Naruto's lips--light enough to be missed by anyone who didn't know him well. The sun has set, finally, and he can hardly see his face with just the reflection of the moon across his features. Still, he sees it all. "Sounds good to me. Closer anyway." He tosses his bag over his shoulder, walking to the door. "Well, you coming?"
There's a nervous scent coming from him that has Sasuke sitting where he is, but Sasuke stands. "Hn," He hums, stepping quietly across the room and to Naruto's side. Naruto's scent warms back to its default mintiness, away from its burning nerves.
"Hn." Naruto mocks, shrugging his shoulders dramatically. He smiles bright like it's the funniest thing in the world, and Sasuke can only guffaw at him.
Why it had to be him, out of everyone in all of this world who he had to fall in love with, he doesn't really know right now.
Still, his heart soars delightedly, and his side eye is met with a crooked grin. Naruto's amusement reaches his eyes in a way that hasn't between them in a long time, and Sasuke wonders what must've changed today.
As they walk back to Naruto's apartment, Naruto yawns. "Did you get anything to eat, or should I make leftovers tonight?"
"How about I make the leftovers, usuratonkachi." He crosses his arm over his chest, looking at Naruto askance.
"Fine, be like that." He rolls his eyes. Naruto's arms cross mockingly again, and Sasuke's heart constricts at the ease that they're falling back into the banter which felt so daunting these past few months. They're at Naruto's apartment before their insults can continue any more, Naruto shoving the door open with his shoulder after Sasuke retrieves the key from its hiding spot.
The apartment smells so strongly of Naruto, Sasuke's head spins immediately. It smells like the woods. It's like fresh cedar and herbs and an undeniable third thing, his rut scent, which Sasuke has only caught a few times; a remarkable citrus. He wonders if Naruto is nearing his rut, and that's why his scent was so muted today--because of blockers. Thoughts whirl around in his head rapidly until he realizes Naruto is frantically waving his hands in front of his face in an attempt to get his attention.
"Hello, earth to Sasuke~" He sings, snapping a few times. Sasuke locks eyes with him, snapping out of his scent-drunk trance. "Do you want noodles or rice?"
"Rice." He sets his belongings down on the table, sitting down on the couch he knows all too well. Naruto goes to the kitchen to prepare the leftovers, despite Sasuke's comments before. Were he any less intoxicated by the atmosphere here, he would've fought him to do it himself. Instead, he feels like he's just been drenched in boiling water and his pants are suddenly way too fucking tight.
He watches Naruto in the kitchen. He hung his cape up on the rack by the door, and his shirt has been unzipped slightly, so he can see a small sliver of his chest, and better tell the way his muscles work as he gathers the ingredients for their dinner. It's leftover pork and rice and, much to Sasuke's shock, an actual vegetable. Or, as Naruto so likes to remind him, veggie-terribles. He watches Naruto reach around his neck and peel a blocker off his nape, just as Sasuke had suspected. The scent that comes is immediate and overwhelming. A gorgeous burst of lemon zest spritzes through the air and into Sasuke's nostrils, leaving him sighing out and melting into the couch on the spot.
Naruto turns around, then, after tossing the blocker in the trash. "Eat up, then I'm gonna shower." He places the food down in front of him on the table, and Sasuke at least has half the mind to grab the utensils and shovel the food into his mouth.
"Woah there," Naruto says around a mouthful. "Didn't realize you were so hungry, otherwise I would've left as soon as you finished your reports. Or, I guess, my reports that you help me with."
Sasuke nearly chokes. He says nothing, just slowing down his pace to match Naruto. He tries not to look at him, too scared he'll pounce on the man and scent him til he's as useless as Sasuke feels. "You good?" Naruto asks. He can smell the confusion and spicy nerves on him again, can feel it deep in their chakra bond. Which, probably means Naruto can sense it from him too. "You don't have to stay over if you don't--"
"No," Sasuke stops that there, smelling a distinct fear in his scent. "I want to be here." He says, meeting his eyes.
"Ah," Naruto clears his throat, a pink flush working its way up his neck. His bowl is clean. "Well, I'll go hop in the shower. I won't use all the hot water, so... and you can borrow some of my clothes, but I think some of yours are still in my closet." Brushing his hands off on his pants, Naruto stands and makes his way toward the bathroom. "My soap is low, but don't worry about using the last of it. I can get more if... yeah. I'll be out soon!" He smiles, the nervousness in his scent never dissipating.
Sasuke sets his half eaten bowl down on the table. His throat is tight, and his palms are sweating like they haven't since he was a teenager seeing Naruto naked for the first time. He feels so unbelievably out of it, and he can't pinpoint exactly why this all is affecting him so much more than normal. He knows his rut is around the corner, but that can't possibly be happening already, can it?
He grabs their bowls and goes to the sink to rinse them out, hoping the cool water will help ground him. It does, a bit, but not entirely. His skin feels prickly and sensitive, like his clothes are suddenly too tight and restrictive around his neck.
No, god, not now. Not when he feels like he's just gotten the best thing to happen in the last few months and Naruto has finally invited him over again.
So, he shakes his head. He shuts his eyes tight and takes a deep, mistaken breath because all he can smell is that heavenly woodsiness and Naruto in the shower and god it's bad all over again. He steels himself against the counter, exhaling harshly. He just wants normalcy; to cuddle in their bed--Naruto's bed--and scent each other for comfort again. And maybe he does want more, but foremost, he wants to feel him close again.
His chest constricts, he feels so stupid. He wants it so badly he feels like he's going crazy, like every obstacle is a humungous wall he'll never pass, and that if he withdraws now even for his rut he'll never get him again. It's a deep spiral he falls into, until his forehead makes contact with the cold, wet sink and he gets an exhale through his mouth that is nothing but cool air. He shakes as he calms, letting his jaw hang slack as he breathes.
He uses this focus to go retrieve clothes before he has to see Naruto again. He doesn't want to waste time, wants him now and wants to make it fast. So be beelines for the door, swinging it open quietly and closing it just as much so, making his way to the closet. Naruto was right, there are tons of his clothes still in Naruto's closet--some that Sasuke thought he lost, or that Naruto would've tossed after their period of distance. It warms his heart in a way that brings that constriction right back, but he powers through it. He refuses to breathe in through his nose in here, horrified to smell how strongly it must be in the bedroom. Instead, he picks out a tshirt with the Uchiha emblem embroidered onto the back, and a pair of shorts he can't remember the owner of.
The door creaks open then, and Naruto walks in with a towel around his hip.
"Oh!" Naruto says, flicking the light on. "You scared me." He laughs, scratching the back of his neck. Sasuke's mouth snaps shut, trying not to look stupid. Big fucking mistake. Naruto smells absolutely delightful, and he's dripping water all over himself from his hair. The towel leaves little to the imagination, letting Sasuke's mind wander in his rut-laden state.
Naruto's nerves spike again. "Dude, seriously, are you sick?" He walks over, placing a hand on his shoulder. Sasuke resists the urge to preen into it, merely prickling at it instead. "Sorry--" He jerks back as if shocked, the chakra within him withdrawing from where it was reaching out.
Sasuke does what he knows to fix this. He reaches out with his own chakra until he feels it make contact with Naruto's, and he lets his hand find Naruto's where it rests at his side. "It's okay, Naruto." He says, steeling himself. Honesty is the best policy, he supposed. "My rut is coming on."
"Oh," Naruto swallows, but the nervous scent turns into a more mellowed, natural version of him, and his chakra meets him halfway. "Well, yeah, I thought you knew that. Sorry for assuming, guess I just didn't want you to be sick or something." He laughs lightheartedly, the joy returning to his previously worry-worn face. Sasuke is absolutely parched by this, but he tries not to let it show too much.
"I'm gonna go shower." He says.
And that he does. He takes the quickest, horniest shower of his life where he scrubs his skin nearly raw in an attempt to keep from touching himself to the smell of Naruto surrounding him. He dresses in the clothes and brushes his teeth with the toothbrush that must've sat here unused for months, but still stayed right beside Naruto's on the porcelain sink. It brings a warmth to him, one he can only describe as adoration. It sobers his sex-driven mind.
Despite how nervous he is, he heads back into the bedroom. Naruto is sprawled out in orange pajamas on the bed, and pats the space beside him for Sasuke to lie down upon. So he doesn't try to think about it, he just does. He does, and god, it feels like heaven. He's surrounded by Naruto's scent and he can feel the heat radiating off his body and even though he's sweating he feels the urge to curl into it; which he does, wrapping an arm around his waist and nuzzling his face into his neck and getting supremely comfortable before his shame can catch up to him.
Naruto reciprocates, a small chuckle arising from his throat as he wraps his arm around Sasuke's back and pulls him closer, scenting his face with his jaw. It makes Sasuke feel lightheaded and blissed, and has him leaning in for more. Before long, their bodies are pressed tight against each other and their scents meld together and Sasuke is nothing if not proud of how much like him Naruto smells.
When he pulls away, Naruto looks positively dazed. His eyes are glossed over and he looks like Sasuke feels. "Don't stop," His voice is low and gravelly as citrus bursts between them. Sasuke obeys, running his teeth along his unscarred neck and scenting him until he's writhing beneath him. His hands are greedy in their purchase along Sasuke's skin, making him shudder as he crawls over his lap to get better access. With a leg on either side of his lap, he takes his time rubbing their jaws and wrists together, feeling Naruto's hardened cock sliding against his through the fabric. He tries not to think anything too explicit while they scent each other, focusing instead on the heavy breathing of the alpha beneath him and the way his hands crawl up his shirt and run along his shoulderblades.
"Sasuke, want this off so I can feel you better," and it's so much like every other time, except they were never bricked solid against each other or scent drunk or in their ruts. So he complies, peeling his shirt over his head and pushing at Naruto's until Naruto leans up to remove his own. Their chests press together, and Naruto grabs his arm to press his nose into his armpit. He couldn't find the deodorant, so he knows he must be sweaty, but Naruto outright groans and he can feel his dick twitch when he gets his nose in there, and he licks a fat stripe over his hair, suckling at the skin.
It tickles, but it only serves to make him hornier. He pushes Naruto's hands until they're locked over his head, letting himself indulge in Naruto's own scent. He smells sweaty and musky in such a good way, a way that has Sasuke growling out with the urge to bite, to claim, to mark as his territory.
"I want--" Naruto begins, sighing out. "Need to fuck you, Sasuke." He says, grabbing Sasuke's wrists from where they are holding him in place above his head. Sasuke growls, but he wants it. He wants it more than anything, wants Naruto however he can have him even if it means submitting. He rolls onto his back on the bed, and Naruto pounces.
Faster than even Sasuke can really process, although it may be his rut-laden mind, Naruto mounts him and spreads his legs with his hands. He pulls their pants off, their hardened dicks springing to life. Sasuke's wolf tears at his insides but is easily sedated with the overwhelming love Sasuke feels. Naruto's hand runs along the underside of his dick and cups his balls, making him shiver with pleasure that courses up from the tip of his toes to his eyelids. "Roll over," Naruto says.
Sasuke does. He rolls over and his dick presses against the mattress, having to resist the urge to fuck into it as Naruto's hand slides between his ass cheeks. Naruto pulls out a lubricant from his side drawer, which Sasuke can only assume is because he likes to jerk off wet, and it only makes Sasuke more desperate as he feels precum dribble out onto the sheets. He wishes he could see Naruto from this angle, but the pillow smells just like him, and he finds pleasure in inhaling the scent as much as he can. He perks his ass upward so that Naruto can get better access.
"Eager, alpha?" Naruto bemuses, running a lubricated finger along his asshole. He slides one finger in easily, clawing at his insides. It's like an ecstasy tablet immediately, making his eyes roll back and his jaw slack open. Naruto seems to know exactly where to touch him as his finger presses softly into his prostate, gentle and under stimulating just as it is way too much.
A second finger comes without a warning, coupled with kisses along Sasuke's back that have him shivering in pleasure. The second finger is met with more resistance, but Naruto is gentle and patient, working him up slowly. His fingers spread inside him, working around the rim. "Relax, Sas," He says against his ear, his hand trailing down his arm to hold his hand. "I'll be inside you shortly."
The words could've made him cum against those sheets right there, he fucking swears. Instead, he only gasps and whines, "Put another fucking finger in already." He barks.
"Oh, fiesty." Naruto comments, pushing a third finger in despite the resistance. The stretch burns a little, but Sasuke is getting so impatient. He wants him to fuck him already as much as he appreciates the gentle preparation. He's almost tempted to ask him to fuck him again, seeing as Naruto submitted so easily to his prior order.
Naruto's fingers work him slowly, until Sasuke feels him pull out at some point. "Don't stop--" He starts, but Naruto just laughs at him.
"Need more lube, you're getting dry, baby." He hears the cap of the lube snap open, hears it squirt onto Naruto's hand. He also feels the head of his cock rub a circle around his hole, teasingly, unwilling. "Not yet, Sas," He says, despite him being the one to initiate the teasing.
"If you don't fucking quit, I'm going to fuck myself on you already." He spits, even though it's probably muffled by the pillow. He's getting desperate, the heat in his belly turning ablaze with every touch.
"Oh, I'd like to see you try--"
Sasuke flips over, pushing Naruto back until he's bent over at the knee, sitting on his calves and his eyes are blown wide in shock. Sasuke sees where Naruto's been working lube onto his dick with his hand and decides that enough is enough, even if he'll be sore later. He lines himself up on his dick, and lowers himself down. It hurts, it really does, but it's so fucking worth it when he feels the weight of him filling him up and feels a cord of precum hit his insides.
"Fuck, Sasuke," Naruto groans, repositioning to get more comfortable. Sasuke stays stubbornly in place, his hands on either of Naruto's shoulders. His hole twitches around his length, and with every involuntary clench is a spark of pleasure that courses through him. He raises his hips, and lowers himself down again, moaning out in pleasure.
"You feel so fucking good," Naruto says, his head thrown back. Sasuke smiles at the praise, and it all goes straight to his dick. He's closer than he thought he'd be, but Naruto seems to be, too. So he raises his hips again, and the lowers again, and again, and again, quicker and quicker until all he hears is squelching and moaning.
Fast, he comes large spurts against Naruto's stomach, and Naruto gasps, moaning out before he's emptying himself inside Sasuke and Sasuke can feel his knot tightening inside of him. His anatomy is definitively not made for this, as it works him open almost unbearably, but it's so good because it's Naruto. Naruto who's stayed unmated for so long and is now fucking him in his bed and who smells so good and who Sasuke feels his teeth aching with the urge to bite.
Naruto is first, though, grabbing Sasuke by his throat and clamping down with the force to break skin. It's pure bliss, enough to have Sasuke's head lolling forward as he seeks out the same spot on Naruto's neck. He bites down and Naruto moans loudly, and they both sit in bliss for a long moment.
Naruto's knot begins to subside, and Sasuke feels the pain of soreness overcome him now that he's not dazed with sex. They're covered in sweat and cum, and Naruto's bedsheets are completely wet. Still, they sit together like that for a long time, until Naruto eventually says his legs are sore and Sasuke gets up off his dick with a pop! Sasuke lies down, holding his arms out for Naruto to lie in.
That night, they fall asleep in each other's arms. It's everything Sasuke ever wanted.