TW: mentions of rape and taunting about it towards the end! It's indirectly said , lmk if you guys want a warning around the sentences n I'll change it!!

Sasuke's pov

In all honestly, nothing really changed between me and Naruto after we started dating. He was still his normal self and I was mine. We just went on about our lives because we were already technically dating beforehand just without the label.

He was still touchy, still clingy, and still absolutely jealous of anyone who came near me. So, yeah, Naruto didn't change after we started dating.

Got it?

Okay, now scrap that entire fucking idea because it was a lie.

Every fucking day, he has his hands on me, glued to my fucking hip. I can't even leave the room without him tailing me and touching on me. Since that day, he hasn't tried anything sexual with me, which I am a little upset about, but the touching is sensual in itself without him even putting his hands in inappropriate places. What sense does that make??

Before every single mission, he'll cover my neck in hickies and bite marks. He'll drag them down to my chest and all on my thighs, covering my arms as well. He's literally a fucking dog, marking me like this.

But I'd be lying through my teeth if I said I didn't love it.

It's been almost a month and a half since my birthday, and as a surprise present, my mom took me to get matching nipple piercings with her—she got her left, I got my right— and Naruto's been losing his mind over it.

I barely let him kiss my chest because it still fucking hurts, and he's upset that someone was touching on my chest and got to see me shirtless, so it's bad both ways. He's so childish sometimes, wanting me to himself and not wanting to share. He's lucky it's cute.

Now, I was laying on my bed, Sora in my arms as I watched tv. I loved time like this to myself, my curtains drawn and shut out from the world. It was so peaceful. It made everything worth it, made it okay to handle—all the death that goes on in our lives.

The only problem was, I wasn't alone. I looked down at the blond hair plopped down on my torso, rubbing his face against my stomach. I knew what he wanted, it's the same thing he always wants, but I ignored him.

My legs were spread, one limb draped on top of his shoulder, allowing him to be comfortable.

I'll admit, Naruto was a dream. He drives me crazy. He's so like... seductive, even when he doesn't try. He's offered me head in the past, multiple times, but I've always declined. Truthfully, I don't think I could stop at head; I'd probably ask him to just fuck me, and I don't think that's the best option right now.

"How much longer are you gonna do that?" I asked, not taking my eyes off the screen.

I could see him smile through my peripheral. "I just like how you feel, nothing serious. Do you want me to stop?"

I shook my head no, my hand going to his head, playing with his hair. He relaxed further into me and allowed me to do so. He's so cute.

I've noticed this, but Naruto doesn't really like people touching him, even his own family. I'm the only person he'll actually allow to put their hands on him, and although I don't know the reason, I'm just thankful he trusts me enough.

Sure enough, Naruto turned his head to kiss my stomach. He stayed against me for a second before pulling away. Is he trying to be unnoticeable or just make me hard?

Again, in a different spot, his lips pressed against my skin, his arm snaking under me to keep me where I was. I heard him mumble something under his breath as he kissed me again, probably something about how pretty I was.

That sounds so self centered, but it's not; Naruto loves telling me how pretty I am, so I'm just assuming that's what he's doing now.

He started sucking on the skin and I smiled to myself. He's so clingy. That's all he wants to do, all day: mark me up entirely, not a single patch of skin untouched. If he could have it his way, I'd probably be head to toe covered in bruises in bites. But he can't have it his way. Because I said so.

But this time, because I didn't reject his advances, he continued to bite and mark me however and wherever he could, going as far as lifting my shirt to get more room.

By the time my shirt was at my neck, he was staring at me, motionless. Well, not so much me, but my chest, more specifically my nipple, more specifically my piercing. He knew that was the only place that was off limits, so he'll just longingly stare at it like a kid in a candy store.

I never stop this either, simply because he's not doing anything but looking, but it's always embarrassing to be under him like this.

"I can help you feel better.. If you want." His eyes shot up to meet mine. I furrowed my eyebrows slightly, my eyes narrowing.

He really was never going to give this up. I mean, it's Naruto, what should I expect? I sighed, content in my defeat. "Alright, do what you want." My eyes wandered back to the television.

"W-What? No! You can't do that. I don't want you to say I can just because I want to. I wanna make you happy, Sasuke... I won't do it if you don't want me to, I was just asking, I promise... Please don't do that.." he mumbled, going to pull my shirt back down.

I smacked his hand away and looked back at him. "I wanna see what it feels like, it's fine. If it hurts too much, I'll tell you."

3rd pov

That was only one of the small incidents that have happened since Sasuke's birthday and since they've gotten together. When Sasuke told my family, they weren't at all surprised. His mom and Deidara teased Sasuke about giving Naruto head in the forest but they couldn't say much because they helped aid in the plan as well.

To be fair, Deidara brought it up as a joke when Sasuke told them he wanted to confess to Naruto, but his mom ran with the idea. She said that when her and Fugaku were younger, something similar happened between them

Naruto was really clingy, but not in a way that benefited him. He wanted to be around Sasuke, have his attention, make him feel good, make him happy, but wanted nothing in return.

He didn't ask for anything, didn't ask Sasuke to kiss him back— even though he does— didn't ask for him to touch him, didn't make any insinuations that regarded him and his sexual preferences, he just wanted to touch Sasuke.

There are times when he'll get a little too excited but it only lasts for a couple minutes before he calms down and stops entirely. Sasuke hasn't asked why he does it, simply assuming he doesn't want to go any further, which he's okay with.

Right now though, they were on Naruto's couch making out. And before you say anything, yes they could've gone to the room but they didn't feel like it. It's not like they were doing anything all that bad either.

A particular bite on his lip brought Sasuke back to reality, Naruto's eyes locking on his own. He laid between Sasuke's legs, resting on top of him, his forearms on either side of his head to keep him up. "What's wrong, baby?", Sasuke asked and Naruto's pupils dilated at the name. He loves it so much.

His head fell to look between the two, Naruto's hips resting flush against Sasuke's. He looked back at the raven, his eyes glossed over and Sasuke smiled. "It's okay, don't worry about it." He's always so worried about their proximity, especially his. He doesn't like to touch Sasuke with his body, for some reason. But like I said, he's assumed he doesn't want to go further so he's okay with it.

"Are you sure? I can move..." he mumbled, his hips stuttering as he was about to pull back. Sasuke placed a hand on his back to keep him still. "You're okay, Naruto. Can you kiss me?"

Naruto hesitantly nodded, his head dipping back down to slip his tongue in Sasuke's mouth.

The raven smiled into the kiss, turning his head to allow Naruto to get closer. And closer he got. Naruto wanted to live inside Sasuke's skin, wanted to crawl inside of him and never leave. He couldn't get close enough to Sasuke and if Naruto were any more crazy, he'd probably skin Sasuke just to fulfill his dream. But he didn't want Sasuke to touch him still.

The truth was, Naruto was scared of being touched. He didn't realize it either until he was at home by himself a few days after Sasuke's birthday and he just started crying. It's never happened before, him crying after doing something sexual, and it made him feel pathetic quite frankly.

Kurama assured him it was completely normal considering what he's been through, but Naruto just would not stop crying and he was crying because he wouldn't stop and because he felt weird about Sasuke touching him and just so much more.

Naruto didn't want to feel like that after Sasuke's touched him— he fucking loves when Sasuke does, but he feels this anxiety creeping up whenever there's any insinuation of it happening again. Because Naruto's scared. He's scared that feeling like that about Sasuke touching him will make him feel some type of way about Sasuke, and he couldn't lose him after he just got him. He couldn't. So he'd shut up about it.

If Naruto wasn't so damn paranoid, he'd beg Sasuke to touch him, beg him for attention, beg for it, beg for something, anything, just for Sasuke to put his hands on him. But Naruto was paranoid, so that wouldn't be happening.

Still, he let Sasuke bite his tongue, wrap his arms around him and pull him closer. He didn't mind this, he buckled at the touch, he craved it. When he could feel Sasuke's hands kneading the skin on his arm, feel his chest heaving when they pulled back for air, hear his heart pounding against his ribs— that's when he could relax, allow himself to breathe.

But just as he started to feel Sasuke, really appreciate the moment, it was stolen from them. A loud thump was heard throughout the room and Naruto closed his eyes in frustration.

A quick glance in the direction was all Naruto needed to rest his head against Sasuke's, forcing the other to look at the couch while Naruto narrowed his eyes at the figure.

It took about ten seconds for her to process the situation and decide that she was going to start yelling.

"What the fuck is this!?", Kushina yelled.

Naruto smiled, letting out a bitter laugh as he straightened up, keeping a protective arm around Sasuke. "What does it look like, Mom?" he retorted, sarcasm dripping from his words. He hated the term but the look on her face was worth it.

Kushina's face turned an alarming shade of red, her fists clenched at her sides. "Don't you dare talk to me like that, Naruto! This is unacceptable!!"

Sasuke, sensing the tension, tried to pull away, but Naruto held him firm. "Acceptable? You think you get to decide what's acceptable for me? If I was to give him head right now, you gonna stop me?" Naruto asked, his voice teasing

Kushina's eyes flashed with anger. "That is disgusting! Does your father know of this scandalous behavior?!"

"Only thing scandalous and disgusting is the amount of people you've spread your legs for."

"Ha," she laughed, her voice lowering. "You're one to talk."

Naruto's face dropped and his grip tightened, his knuckles turning white. "Get out."

The room fell into a tense silence, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. Kushina opened her mouth to argue, but Naruto cut her off, his voice low and filled with hurt. "Get the fuck out of my dad's house!"

"This is my house as well! Why don't you and that little boy get out?!"

By now, Naruto's siblings, along with Sai, had trickled downstairs.

"Mom, what are you doing, why are you yelling at Naruto??", Mito yelled, moving further into the room.

In a fit of rage, Kushina lashed out once more. "Shut the fuck up, Mito!"

Mito's eyes widened in shock, but she quickly recovered, stepping protectively in front of Naruto and Sasuke. "No, Mom. Cut it out! There's no need for you to yell at anyone!"

Kushina's eyes darted between her children, her expression a mix of anger and disbelief. "You all are disrespectful! I am your mother, and this is how you all treat me!?"

"We haven't seen you for months now, you barely show up in our lives and you expect us to treat you like our mother?", Menma scoffed. "The first thing you do when you get back is scream and fight with our older brother, and then get mad when we tell you to calm down."

"That is not your brother! He is a monster and he deserves everything that has happened to him." Kushina directed that to Naruto, their eyes locked on each other when she emphasized the word.

Naruto's face hardened. "Kushina, get the fuck out, I'm not going to tell you again."

Kushina glared at him, her anger boiling over. "This is my fucking house! I'm not going any-fucking-where! You get the fuck out, Naruto!"

Naruto let out a bitter laugh, sitting off a Sasuke and running his fingers through his hair, pulling on it a little tougher than usual. 'There's too many people, I can't kill her...' he thought, trying to figure out how to approach this situation in an appropriate manner.

Luckily, his siblings handled that for now. "Naruto's not going anywhere, so don't fucking tell him to!", Menma yelled. "Why don't you get out?! It's not like it matters that you're here! We don't want you here! You aren't shit to us, just a poor excuse of a mother who leeches off our fucking dad!"

Kushina's face twisted with rage. "You don't understand anything, Menma! You never have! That bitch has twisted your minds and is ruining your lives! That Uchiha included! He's a fucking parasite!"

Sasuke, who had been silent, finally spoke up. "Naruto's not ruining my life. As someone who's here rarely enough for me to never have met you, you have jack shit to say about our relationship. I don't fucking know you, so for you to assume shit about me, is enough for me not to like you. Don't use me as a fucking excuse for you to bitch and complain about everything. My mom said you were a bitch but geez..." he trailed off, sitting up so that he could hold Naruto's hand.

Kushina's eyes flashed dangerously. "Of course you're Mikoto's son, she's always been a bitch. Fine! See if I care! I should have never—"

"Never what?" Naruto interrupted, his voice deadly calm. "Never had me? Never stayed? The feeling's mutual, Kushina; you know where the door is."

Kushina's face paled, but she quickly recovered, her anger returning tenfold. "You think you can threaten me? You think you can just kick me out of my own house?"

"This isn't your house," Naruto shot back. "It's my dad's house. And you're not welcome here anymore."

Kushina took a step towards him, her voice low and menacing. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, Naruto."

"And you have no idea how much Kurama and I hate you," Naruto responded, his eyes cold. "So get out, before I do something we'll both regret."

Kushina looked at him for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Her eyes gazed upon Sasuke and she smiled to herself. "You can't tie a knot with a broken rope and you know that." Then, without another word, she turned and stormed out of the room, the door slamming behind her with a deafening thud.

The silence that followed was suffocating, broken only by the sound of Naruto's ragged breathing. Sasuke placed a hand on his arm, his touch gentle. Naruto still flinched, unconsciously trying to pull away. "Are you okay?"

Naruto nodded slowly, his eyes still fixed on the door. "Yeah. Just... I need a minute." He shakily exhaled, trying to keep himself calm. It wasn't working. He could feel his sanity chipping away, leaving nothing for him to hide behind.

Mito moved closer, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. He pulled away from that one. "We're here for you, Naruto. Always."

Sai, who had been watching the entire exchange silently, stepped forward. "Naruto-san, why don't you go take a shower and calm down?"

Naruto looked up, locking eyes with Sai. Why would Sai offer that? Why that of all things? Did Sai know? Sai had to know to have offered that— how did Sai know?? Why does everyone fucking know?? His eyes shot to Sasuke, his face paling. Did Sasuke know? It felt like the air had been sucked from his lungs, like his throat decided to close up and let him suffocate.

Naruto was shaking, physically shaking; he could see it in his hands, in his arms— feel it all. He wasn't right. This wasn't something Naruto could fix with a simple mission or two; he wanted to peel his own skin off and cut the problems out from the core.

Everyone's voiced faded out, leaving Naruto with nothing but his thoughts. That was a thousand times worse. Kurama was in his head, telling him to breathe, telling him it was okay, but Naruto couldn't care to listen to him either.

So Kurama did what he had to. Sai took a cautious step back as the man appeared before him, pulling Menma back with him so that Kurama didn't accidentally hit him.

Without another word, Kurama picked Naruto up— yes, a five foot nine fifteen year old who weighed one hundred and fifty-three pounds— and carried him to the room. Sasuke, although curiosity was eating him alive, he stayed where he was, feeling it was best to not interfere with things he didn't know about.

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