[one-shot] Manifest (NaruSasu)
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vernajastTitle: "Manifest"
Fandom: Naruto
Series: None/one-shot
Pairing: NaruSasu
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Squick: None.
They have never talked about it.
Not once.
Not in the darkness of one of the many shared rooms in one of the many inns in one of the many towns...countries they stayed in together on any of their many missions.
And not in the light of day; especially not then.
But they've found that, in the heavy, blackness of night...
...in the quiet that accompanies subtle shifting of a body across a creaky bed to get closer, somehow closer, to another body lying just a few inches away...
...in the background sound of panting as hands fumble in their inexperience, grasping and fisting and pounding until their gasps are the only sounds and their ears are filled with passion...
...in the awkwardness of finding comfort against the shoulder of an enemy--sometimes friend--who fitfully trembles beneath gentle touch, shuddering, choking on a sob, and then wetting golden hair with silent, burning tears...
...they've found that they don't even need words.
Fandom: Naruto
Series: None/one-shot
Pairing: NaruSasu
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Squick: None.
They have never talked about it.
Not once.
Not in the darkness of one of the many shared rooms in one of the many inns in one of the many towns...countries they stayed in together on any of their many missions.
And not in the light of day; especially not then.
But they've found that, in the heavy, blackness of night...
...in the quiet that accompanies subtle shifting of a body across a creaky bed to get closer, somehow closer, to another body lying just a few inches away...
...in the background sound of panting as hands fumble in their inexperience, grasping and fisting and pounding until their gasps are the only sounds and their ears are filled with passion...
...in the awkwardness of finding comfort against the shoulder of an enemy--sometimes friend--who fitfully trembles beneath gentle touch, shuddering, choking on a sob, and then wetting golden hair with silent, burning tears...
...they've found that they don't even need words.
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