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Another day in beautiful Konoha. Great friends to schedule plans with, the village kissing the ground he walks on, getting his measurements taken for his rock carving, an amazing boyfriend that he loves so much . . .
Who for whatever reason is sending the dirtiest glare he can muster Naruto’s way which is weird because last night Sasuke was moaning his praises.
“What crawled up your ass and died?” Naruto asks, another yawn ripping out of him as he steps away from admiring his view from the balcony. During reconstruction, Yamato asked if he wanted a new place - maybe a little bigger, less dingy, stop screaming ‘village orphan’. But Naruto wanted to see Konoha from up above and said he didn’t care what they built him, he just wanted to wake up and admire her.
“Fuck you.”
Naruto scratches his chest. If there’s one thing Naruto has come to terms with it’s that not every morning with Sasuke is as picturesque as it was in his imagination. He can count on one hand the amount of times they’ve woken up exactly like he used to dream about. Instead, their morning is usually silent and cold until Sasuke gets some kind of food in him.
But there’s a mug of tea in his hand and the skin of a finished fish, so whatever hatred he has towards Naruto won’t be fixed with protein.
“Right,” Naruto utters, moving past Sasuke to make his own breakfast. It’s better to not let his boyfriend goad him because he really can’t keep buying new furniture whenever their arguments turn into sparring matches. “Let me know when you love me again.” Sasuke scoffs, tucking his legs under him in the chair and taking another sip of his tea.
Part of his Hokage training is to learn to keep his emotions in control. He’s been meditating a lot more now, rivaling the days he spent in Mount Myoboku, and not letting himself get riled up when Sasuke inevitably turns moody again. It’s evident that his trigger is Sasuke and anything to do with him considering the nine-tail rampages he used to go on during his hunt to bring Sasuke home. It was brought up in his evaluation and whether Naruto thought he could keep a cool head when it came to Sasuke.
Needless to say, that part of his training is still being addressed.
Naruto moves around the kitchen, grabbing food from the fridge and a bowl from the cupboard when a smell stops him. He looks at the items before him - fish, miso paste, old rice. One of them must be bad because something smells off. He brings each one up to his nose, giving them all a good whiff before deciding it’s not any of them. Maybe it’s a left over container in the fridge gone bad so he goes back to scan the items. Still nothing but the scent is still there.
“What’s that smell?” Naruto asks, peeking his head above the fridge door. But Sasuke’s still not talking to him (nicely at least), and he’s angry enough that it could be his acrid scent. But Naruto’s smelled that plenty of times before, this one is different - sweeter almost, like an apple desert gone sour.
His stomach protests his hunt for the rancid food and he decides it’s a problem for later. He’ll just have to make his breakfast extra delicious to combat Sasuke’s sour attitude and whatever is stinking up the house.
Sasuke hasn’t left by the time Naruto’s ready to sit and eat. He brings his food to the table across from Sasuke and digs in, ignoring the vicious glare in his direction. Technically this is his apartment though he would never say it aloud considering Sasuke can’t really move out on his own with his history. Even if Kakashi minimized the sentencing and did his best to keep the stigma against him away, Sasuke is still a criminal - a dangerous one at that if he were to ever wake up and decide to turn against Konoha again.
He wouldn’t. Naruto wants that to be clear. He knows Sasuke better than himself and the indifference and bratty attitude is just pure Uchiha, not the terrorist.
“Are you helping Kakashi-sensei today?” Naruto asks to make small conversation.
“No.”
“What about Ino?”
“No.”
And small it is. That’s all he’s going to get from this right now evidently. Naruto finishes his breakfast in silence, rubbing the last bits of sleep from his eye and glancing through the newspaper. Ever since the war ended, most of the articles have been on petty gossip and rebuilt programs. As the next Hokage, he’s already privy to most of this, but it’s not like there’s any other conversation happening at this table.
The last grain of rice gets scooped into his mouth along with his soup. Unlike Sasuke’s relatively clear schedule, Naruto keeps busy. Most of the city has been rebuilt, but he still sends his shadow clones out to help with any straggling buildings or lead little old ladies across the street. The real him has been stuck taking on low rank missions or tackling the pile of paperwork Kakashi has been putting off. Sasuke’s been helping with both, but it’s clear that’s not an option today.
As he passes around Sasuke, he leans to kiss the crown of his head. Then pauses right before he leans away and takes a subtle sniff immediately followed by a less subtle one because-
“Are you smelling me?” Sasuke snaps, turning around and swatting at Naruto.
“Sorry!” Naruto apologizes, jumping back just in time to miss a powerful blow. “You just smell . . .” Sasuke glares at him, daring him to finish that statement. “Different.”
“No I don’t.”
“You kinda do.”
Sasuke huffs and turns back around, curling into a ball on the chair. “You’ve just hit your head too many times. I smell the same.”
Naruto, who has spent the better half of his life learning every single thing about Sasuke including his scent, knows that’s just not true. “No, it’s sweeter. But also . . . sour?” The acidity of his scent is easily explainable with just how irritated Sasuke is now, but the sweetness . . . “Are you going into heat?”
“What?” Sasuke hisses, turning back around to face him. “How should I know?”
“How should I know?” Naruto argues back. Isn’t it basic knowledge for omegas when they’re in heat? “But Hinata used to-”
Sasuke growls at the mention of Naruto’s ex’s name, baby omega fangs sharp and ready to rip into Naruto’s jugular. “Shut up.”
He knows as much as not to do that. Even if Sasuke isn’t in heat or close to it, Hinata’s name is a bit of a sore subject. “What were your other heats like?” There’s a faint blush on the tips of Sasuke’s ears that Naruto catches right before he turns away and grumbles something to himself. “Huh?”
“I said I don’t know,” Sasuke snaps. “I haven’t really had them enough to know.” Naruto doesn’t pry for more. Sasuke’s always been a private person and he knows nothing he says or does will ever change that. But the information is offered freely as Sasuke folds in on himself and picks at the tea bag in his mug. “Between Orochimaru and imprisonment, they haven’t been regular.”
“Oh,” Naruto says lamely. He’s honestly never been in a situation where he knows more about heats than an omega. Sakura would know what to do in this situation but he can only imagine the reactions to bringing their friend into this. “How do you . . . feel?” It shouldn’t be this awkward considering they are together, but it is a relatively new relationship. He just assumed Sasuke’s heat would show up eventually, maybe even timed with his own rut now that they’re living so close to each other.
Sasuke’s clearly just as awkward about it as he shrugs his shoulders, the collar of his oversized tee slipping and showing off his flushed neck. “Hot. Like a fever. And I’m annoyed.”
“At what?” No answer. “Me?” Another shrug. “I’m leaving soon if-”
Sasuke spins around quickly, panic in his eyes as Naruto mentions leaving him to go to work. “You can’t.”
“Okay!” Naruto squeaks. “I won’t, I’ll just . . . stay here.” There’s a lot of confusing signals going around and he’s never been great at picking up clear ones to start with. “Would nesting help?” Sasuke turns shy again, picking at a loose string. “Do you know how?”
Slowly, almost like it’s painful, he shakes his head. “I’ve never had one before.”
“That’s okay!” Naruto quickly sets his dishes aside and tries to reach for Sasuke, feeling the need to overcompensate by enthusiasm and touch, but that doesn’t work and his hands are smacked away. “Why don’t we start in the bedroom? You tell me what feels right and I’ll get it.” Sasuke’s scent spikes at the mention of Naruto leaving. “With a shadow clone.”
It’s barely there, but Sasuke nods tersely, knuckles turning white with the force of his grip around his mug. He slowly stands, a slight limp in his step as he heads first to the bedroom. Naruto lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding once Sasuke disappears into their room and he quickly collects their dishes to toss in the sink before he follows him. Fighting tooth and nail to get Sasuke back to the village felt easy compared to this.
He won’t say it aloud, but he spent one or two heats with Hinata in their short stint of dating while Sasuke was either serving his time in prison or finding himself on his solo travels. Naruto doesn’t really know what a heat entails other than his own short lived experience or those textbooks he usually skipped past out of embarrassment. But even if he did know enough, he’s still not sure any of that information would translate to Sasuke who is a beautiful anomaly.
Granny should know a few things about it given her tenure as a doctor. He’ll have one of his shadow clones stop at the hospital to vaguely ask her and report back to him so hopefully this isn’t what kills both of them.
Naruto finds Sasuke looking over their bed. It’s probably time for a new one given the current one they’ve been sleeping in is too small and worn out. At least this heat will finally give them the excuse to spend money on it. “So,” Naruto says carefully, risking putting his hand on Sasuke’s nape to gently massage. He’s so hot to the touch like a fever and he doesn’t pull away from Naruto, instead letting his shoulders relax minutely. “What are you thinking?”
Sasuke chews on his bottom lip. “Maybe some pillows. More than what we have.” It sounds like it’s coming from pure instinct, his omega urging him to build a barrier to keep him safe during his most vulnerable time. “And blankets.”
“Some scented items could help. Or . . . so I’ve heard. Not speaking from experience or anything - okay . . .” Naruto clears his throat. “So pillows and blankets. Anything else?”
“We’ll need food.”
“We have food.”
“Not ramen. Actual food. And something quick to eat, I don’t want to make a meal.” Sasuke moves towards the beds, already rearranging their sheets.
“Drinks to stay hydrated after you. . .” Sasuke turns to look at him, a slim eyebrow arched in question. “I’ll just buy whatever feels right.” He summons half a dozen clones, barking orders to each one. On the sixth, he locks eyes with him and wordlessly orders him to get whatever knowledge he can get his hands on about an omega’s heat. Since Sasuke’s have been so irregular, he needs to know everything he can so he doesn’t ruin this. Godspeed to his sixth shadow clone, the one who will have to have the most awkward conversation of their life.
Once it’s just them again, he slowly moves towards Sasuke. The rotten scent has mostly dissipated, though it seems like Sasuke is having a hard time keeping his in check. Usually he controls it so tightly that Naruto rarely catches a whiff of it, but it’s like he has too many things on his mind and reigning in the apple blossom scent isn’t one of them. Naruto loves it and never wants him to stop. “What do you need me to do?”
Sasuke moves a pillow over again, smushing it and tugging at it until he settles on its shape. “I don’t know.”
“I can help arrange what we have right now. I’ve seen a few before.”
Sasuke glares at him. “Maybe stop bringing up other fucking omegas around me.”
“It’s not like that!” Not entirely at least. “I have friends who are omegas. Just friends and I’ve seen their nests before.” He should just keep his mouth shut. “Look,” Naruto starts, reaching out for Sasuke and gets swatted away. With a sigh of resignation, Naruto takes a step back. “Why don’t you shower and when you’re finished, the clones will be back. There isn’t much to work with here anyway and it’ll be a while before you can really get clean.”
The blanket in Sasuke’s hand gets thrown back on the bed. “Fine.” He turns to walk towards the bathroom, then throws a glare over his shoulder. “Don’t touch anything. You’ll just turn it into your friend’s nest.” The bathroom door gets shut with a deafening slam and Naruto throws his head in his hands. Fighting the fourth war was way easier than navigating this.
He cleans up the apartment while waiting for Sasuke in the shower. His own alpha is a little restless as well, nagging in the back of his head right alongside Kurama. Each time he upsets Sasuke, it’s like it drags long fingernails on a chalkboard. Hinata’s heat was so much easier - handmaidens bringing food every few hours and offering to change the bedding, a personality that was much harder to upset, and just in general. But there was nothing there between them other than Naruto’s good faith attempt at courting her. It just wasn’t enough.
With Sasuke . . . he’s afraid to fuck up this heat. It’s clear whatever heats he’s had in the past have not been good experiences and this can’t be one of them. The stakes are so much higher here, but Naruto has never backed down just because he’s scared. He’s the Uzumaki Naruto, most powerful shinobi in the world, soon to be the Seventh Hokage -
“Bathroom’s yours,” Sasuke tells him, interrupting his pep talk. And just like that, whatever confidence he built quickly crumbles.
“Thanks,” Naruto squeaks and locks himself behind the bathroom door. He takes a deep breath and instantly regrets it because everything in the bathroom smells like Sasuke. The sweet apple scent whelms him, even the clean smell of his soap invades his senses. “Okay,” he breathes out, running a hand down his face. “Everything’s going to be okay.” Naruto starts the water and strips out of his pajamas and arm bandage. He steps into the shower and lets the water relax him, gathering himself to face the next few days.
Unfortunately, when he’s finishing up in the shower and feeling like he actually has a hold on the situation before him, the shadow clone supposed to meet with Tsunade pops and its memories flood into Naruto’s mind the second he steps out from the shower.
“An omega who hasn’t had a heat in years will experience an incredibly painful heat and it might even risk their life. Whoever you’re talking about, they need to be very careful.”
“Great,” Naruto grumbles to himself, rubbing the tension from his forehead as he stands naked in the bathroom. “Just fucking great.”
He takes in the rest of the information from Tsunade - recovery, preparation, hydration and nourishment. Sasuke will be indisposed for most of the time, so it’ll be up to Naruto to keep them fed and hydrated. Luckily, his clone went ahead and told Kakashi he’d be out “sick” for a few days before it popped, so he won’t have to worry about work.
Naruto tries to shake off the twist in his stomach at the thought of Sasuke dying. From a heat no less. He reaches for the bandages and decides they’ll only cause an issue so he forgoes it and instead just pulls on a pair of clean boxers. He allots three seconds to collect himself before he steps out of the bathroom to find Sasuke and his five shadow clones discussing the arrangement of an entire department store's worth of bedding.
“But more pillows up here would be nice to sleep on, right?” one of them says, pointing towards the headboard.
“And if you put blankets here you’d be able to grab them if you get cold.”
Sasuke is actually listening to their suggestions, even ordering them around to help him build it. Naruto’s a little jealous that his own clones can easily talk with Sasuke right now, being helpful when the original couldn’t. They don’t complain when Sasuke has them arrange and then rearrange, even reasoning with him on the placement of a stolen shirt of Naruto’s.
Naruto clears his throat when they all stand back to admire the nest, calling attention over to him. “All good?” he asks as six pairs of eyes look his way, one much more intimidating than the others.
Sasuke looks over the nest once more, then nods. “Yes. You five can go.” The shadow clones nod in affirmation and disappear in a puff. Sasuke looks back over to Naruto, eyes glancing down to the exposed skin of his prosthetic in a flash.
“It seemed stupid to wrap it if it’s just going to get wet,” Naruto explains.
Sasuke nods. “Makes sense.” He takes a deep breath and hesitantly inches his way into his nest. “Does . . . does this look right?”
“Does it feel right?”
Sasuke thinks about it for a second, letting himself lie down and starfish in the middle of his nest. “Yeah, I think so.”
“Then it looks right.” Naruto can’t help the fond smile at seeing Sasuke lie in such a juvenile way. He walks up to the nest but doesn’t get in.
“What are you doing?”
“Waiting for you to invite me in.”
Sasuke frowns. “It’s your bed, too.”
“Yeah but,” Naruto starts awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck, “it’s not polite for an alpha to enter a nest without an invitation.”
Sasuke rolls his eyes and sits up. “Just get in here, idiot. You have to scent it anyway.”
Naruto grins and takes the first step over the threshold. It’s literally just their mattress with about a dozen more pillows and blankets. He makes sure to rub his wrist against each pillow he touches, letting out a steady flow of his own scent. Sasuke’s hair has fallen into his face, covering his rinnegan. “Can I touch you?” Naruto asks quietly, settling down across from him. Sasuke nods shyly, watching intently as Naruto reaches and sweeps his hair behind his ear, uncovering both of his eyes. “There you are.”
“You’re so weird,” Sasuke insults with no heat. Even if he did, the blush across his cheeks would have easily undermined him. “You’ve touched me hundreds of times before.”
“It’s different this time,” Naruto explains, taking Sasuke’s hand in his own and brushing his thumb across his knuckles. “I’m gonna kiss you now.” But as he leans in, Sasuke turns his face so Naruto kisses his cheek.
“Where did the other one go?”
“What other one?”
“Your shadow clone. You summoned six but only five returned.”
Nothing gets past an Uchiha. “I had him talk to Granny.”
Sasuke frowns. “You spoke to Tsunade about my heat?”
“Not yours specifically, just in general.” Though even Kiba could put two and two together. “I wanted to make sure I did everything right.”
“What did she say?”
“Well,” Naruto starts, “a lot. That’s for sure. A lecture on protection, side effects, blah blah blah.” He clears his throat. “And some stuff about really prolonged heats and what would happen.”
“And?”
“Oh. You know.” Naruto looks at Sasuke and obviously he doesn’t know which is why he asked in the first place. “Death.”
“What? “
“Not that I would let that happen, of course-”
“-what do you mean death?”
“-because obviously this is modern day and Granny’s like three blocks-”
“Stop babbling.” Naruto’s mouth shuts close with a click. “Explain properly.” Naruto takes a deep breath and relays Tsunade’s words verbatim even if he doesn’t understand all of it himself. When he finishes, he waits with bated breath as Sasuke takes it in. Slowly, in a horrifying way, Sasuke starts laughing. Not the cute endearing one he heard the first time they got drunk together, but a crazier laugh like this is what breaks him. “Sasu-”
“You’re kidding.”
“I’m really not.”
“After the hell I’ve been through? This is what kills me?” He laughs again, more incredulous this time and less like a maniac terrorist. “Unbelievable.”
“It’s going to be fine.” Though Naruto isn’t sure if he’s reassuring Sasuke or himself. “Everything is going to be fine. We’re going to be-”
“Shut up.” Sasuke sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Then I guess you’re helpful to have around.”
“Gee thanks. Here I thought our relationship really meant something.”
“Our friendship you mean?” Sasuke jokes, a hint of a smirk on his lips and Naruto gets distracted by the sight of it.
“Something like that,” he murmurs, leaning closer to Sasuke. Every centimeter he takes, Sasuke’s scent gets that much stronger, turning his thoughts foggy. “I’m gonna kiss you for real now. Don’t move your head.” This time Sasuke lets him - just a gentle kiss or two before turning into something more. Naruto’s hand cups Sasuke’s neck, fingers tangling in the long strands. He still feels hot to the touch and even after his shower he’s a little clammy.
Carefully, Sasuke leads them to lie down, urging one of Naruto’s hands to his side before throwing his arm around Naruto’s neck and pulling him close. Sasuke’s kisses grow more urgent and he spreads his legs so Naruto can slot himself between them. The warmth radiating from his cunt sears through the fabric of Naruto’s boxers and he can feel himself start to grow harder each second. Naruto grinds down into the heat, earning a gasp from Sasuke and he uses the opportunity to slip in his tongue, exploring Sasuke’s mouth and kissing him sloppily.
Sasuke’s kisses grow lazy as Naruto continues grinding down until he can’t keep up anymore and he goes slack jawed, fingernails digging into Naruto’s nape almost painfully. Naruto leaves Sasuke’s lips to trail his kisses across his jaw and down his neck until he suckles at the sensitive skin behind his ear.
The preheat leaves Sasuke more sensitive than usual because it doesn’t take much more before he comes with a cry, back arching into Naruto as he humps his way through his first orgasm.
“Wow,” Naruto laughs against Sasuke’s neck. “Eager, huh?”
“Shut up.”
“It’s cute - ow, enough with the fingernails.”
“You’re annoying,” Sasuke grumbles, kicking Naruto away. When he leans back, Sasuke’s boxers are damp with slick - even Naruto’s own haven’t stayed dry. “It feels like . . .” Sasuke pushes himself up onto his elbow. “Like my body isn’t my own.” He frowns, clenching his hand into a fist. “I hate it.”
“Sometimes I feel like that during my rut. It’s like I’m sixteen again and Kurama is taking over, but instead it’s just my alpha.” Naruto runs a soothing hand over Sasuke’s thigh. “It’s just stupid biology.”
Sasuke throws himself backwards again, closing his eyes. “And even after coming, I’m not satisfied. It hurts.” It must be difficult for Sasuke who is so level headed and logical to have it all ripped away so quickly. “How long did she say it would last?”
“She didn’t. I think they last a few days, but I don’t know if it’ll be the same since yours is gonna be worse.” Naruto watches him wince so he lets out more of his own scent, even reaching up to offer his wrist. His heart clenches when Sasuke catches his scent and subconsciously leans into it. “Unfortunately I don’t actually think it started yet.”
Sasuke turns on his side, holding Naruto’s wrist close to him and taking deep breaths. “You’re right. From what I can remember at least.” He lets out a long exhale. “I’m going to sleep until it starts.”
“Oh.” Naruto looks at his hand in Sasuke’s tight grip and the awkward position he’s in right now. “Can I-”
“No.”
“Right. Right.” Naruto clears his throat and shifts a little to be more comfortable. “Okay, I’ll just sit here then.” No answer from Sasuke and his arm is starting to go numb. “Can I make a clone at least?”
“Why?”
Naruto shrugs even if Sasuke isn’t opening his eyes. “I’ll get bored by myself.” Sasuke doesn’t say anything, but Naruto takes it as a ‘no’, though it looks like he’s already asleep. With a quiet sigh, Naruto resigns himself to silently sitting until Sasuke wakes up.
By the time Sasuke rouses, Naruto has finished his 25th round of cards with the shadow clone he managed to summon 12 minutes after Sasuke fell asleep. His hand still hasn’t moved from Sasuke’s deadly grip which is the only reason why Naruto keeps losing to himself in cards and not because he cheats and so does his clone.
“Finally,” Naruto says with a sigh of relief as Sasuke lets go of his hand. He shakes it out, clenching it a few times to get the blood flow back to his numb fingers. “I thought Granny was going to have to make me another arm. We’re almost done, hold on.”
Sasuke shifts around in bed, but Naruto is entirely too focused on this game. If it’s the last game, he’s got to win at least one round now that he has both hands again. Sasuke’s just going to have to wait because he’s got the cards and-
Lips nibble at his earlobe while a stray hand wraps around Naruto’s waist and dip into the waistband of his boxers, teasing the skin of his hip. His eyes go wide and all concentration he had on the game completely vanishes once he catches Sasuke’s heat scent. It’s way more potent than earlier today, a heady scent of apples and jasmine so sweet it makes his teeth ache. One of Naruto’s cards slip from his hand, revealing itself to his clone.
“Ah-ha!” his clone shouts. “I knew you were-”
He doesn’t get to finish his accusation before Naruto is disappearing him and turning his attention solely on the omega in heat trying to chew off his ear.
“Sasuke,” Naruto whispers, gripping Sasuke’s waist and pulling him around to sit in his lap. “How are you feeling?” It’s a question he knows won’t get answered. It’s clear Sasuke’s heat has taken over almost entirely, his omega desperate to be knotted and bred. Sasuke grinds down on Naruto’s lap, nipping and kissing Naruto’s neck like it’s the first taste of food in days. His bites get increasingly desperate as his omega realizes what Sasuke already knows - Naruto’s body heals so quickly that any mark left disappears seconds after it’s left.
“They need to stay,” Sasuke grumbles, biting and sucking harder on Naruto’s neck. “Make them stay.”
“I can’t.” He has his hands on Sasuke’s hips, helping him grind their sexes together. Fortunately, any marks Naruto makes on Sasuke’s skin show up perfectly on his ivory skin. He kisses the juncture of Sasuke’s shoulder and neck and drags his teeth across the soft skin before sucking a bruise onto it. Sasuke moans, throwing his head to the side to give Naruto more room.
There’s a trail of fire on Naruto’s abdomen as Sasuke’s hand finds its way south until it’s toying with the waistband of his boxers. “Slow down,” Naruto breathes out in between kisses. “We’ve got a long way to go.” His rut never triggered during Hinata’s heat and he doesn’t know if it will now. If it doesn’t then knotting Sasuke whenever his omega wants it will be impossible. He’ll just have to satisfy his urges in other ways.
Naruto pushes forward to force Sasuke to lie down and kisses down his neck and chest, then his stomach and again at the waistband of his boxers. Sasuke squirms with Naruto so close to his desperation, his hand reaching down to tangle in Naruto’s hair and keep him there. The scent of Sasuke’s slick is enough to make Naruto dizzy. He’s always loved the sweet scent of it and it’s only grown sweeter with his heat. He can’t wait to taste it.
Naruto dips down to mouth at his clothed mound and earning a gasp as Sasuke throws his head back and bucks into Naruto. The hand in his hair verges on painful as Sasuke spreads his legs wider, offering himself. As tempting as it is to make Sasuke come another time without actually touching his skin, Naruto knows he needs to give Sasuke exactly what he needs if they want this heat to go painlessly and smoothly. He kisses the damp fabric again, then leans back as much as Sasuke will allow him to tug at the waistband. Not wasting any time, Sasuke lifts his hips enough to let Naruto take them off completely, revealing his glistening cunt, flushed red and swollen.
Shit. Naruto doesn’t think this sight could ever get old.
He dives back in, lips wrapping around Sasuke’s swollen clit and sucking gently while his hand teases its way to his chest, finding the pink bud to play with. Sasuke isn’t usually too vocal during sex unless he’s really lost in it. Evidently it isn’t the same during his heat because the sounds Naruto pulls from Sasuke are loud and desperate and Naruto’s getting so hard just from hearing them.
Naruto slips two fingers inside of Sasuke with no resistance. It’s coated with slick, covering his hand and chin as he pushes farther into him. Sasuke’s walls clench around Naruto’s fingers as he continues sucking on his clit. Naruto doesn’t think it will be long before Sasuke’s coming on his mouth and fingers the way he’s writhing around, hand shoving him down impossibly closer while he grinds against Naruto’s face.
With a loud cry, Sasuke comes. His walls squeeze around Naruto’s hands, trying to pull them in while slick spills from him. But even as Sasuke starts to come down, Naruto doesn’t pull away. He picks up his pace, sucking and licking and fucking into him even when Sasuke whines and tries to squirm away. The more orgasms he can pull this early on, the better. Sasuke comes again even if it isn’t as intense. This time, when he whines from overstimulation, Naruto gives him reprieve and backs away.
“Are you with me again?” Naruto asks, gently stroking Sasuke’s thigh as he sees the haze clear from his eyes.
Sasuke answers with a barely there nod, short of breath and looking absolutely breathtaking. He glances down at the painful bulge in Naruto’s boxers, then back up to him. “What about you?”
“I’ll run out of stamina before you.” Naruto laughs softly. “For the first time ever. Weird, right?” The tired smile he gets from Sasuke will be burned into his memory. “Feeling okay?”
Sasuke shakes his head and throws his arm over his eyes. “Hurts.”
“Yeah, it’s gonna be like that.” Naruto spots the scattered cards from earlier and his clone’s cheating hand. “Wanna play cards?”
Sasuke scoffs and Naruto’s sure he’s going to reject the offer. Surprisingly, Sasuke sits up and nods. “Fine. Before the next urge at least.”
It’s a little endearing to play cards with Sasuke in the middle of his nest. Unlike Naruto’s clone, Sasuke doesn’t cheat, he’s just good at every game they play. He’s even good at the games Naruto made at 14 with his clones while he waited for Jiraya to come back to the hotel room. Naruto pretends to whine and complain, but it’s kind of hot.
“Okay, this one you will for sure suck at,” Naruto tells him, collecting their cards to start shuffling them. “And I’m not gonna go easy on you just because you’re in heat and look cute.” Naruto explains this one as best he can, though even he’s a little confused on his own rules. Sasuke’s frown becomes increasingly prominent with each new rule Naruto adds and at some point he makes Naruto repeat it while his Sharingan is activated so he can actually remember. “Ready?” Naruto asks with a wide grin as he holds the cards in his hand to start to deal.
“Who taught you this one?” Sasuke asks.
“Made it up myself.”
Sasuke groans. “Another one?”
“I had to entertain myself somehow and no one taught me to actually play cards until Jiraya.” He watches Sasuke carefully observe his hand. As always, he has no tell - he’s incredibly frustrating to play against. Though there’s a tinge of frustration that he’s hidden up until now. The grip on his cards is a little tighter and Naruto doesn’t miss the way his stomach muscles flex every few seconds. “You okay?”
Sasuke glances up over his cards at Naruto. “Fine.” He lets out a breath that ends with a groan.
“We don’t have to-”
“I’ve beaten you at all of your stupid made up games, I have to win this one too.” Sasuke drops his head for a brief moment as he pulls his legs tightly into himself.
“Sasuke, this one is long. If it hurts too much-”
“Giving up because you’re afraid to lose?” Damn him for knowing how to taunt Naruto.
“Hardly. You just look like you’re going to keel over.” Naruto plays his first card. “I’ll eat you out when it’s over.”
“No,” Sasuke says, matching his card with one of his own. “You’re knotting me when I win.”
A laugh escapes Naruto’s chest and he grins at Sasuke. “Are you trying to get me to throw the game?”
“Do what you want.”
And suddenly this is the most useless card game Naruto has ever played. He tosses his own hand to the side with the cards in the middle. Sasuke follows after him, throwing his over his shoulder and receiving Naruto as he lunges forward. Their lips crash together painfully in a mix of bumped noses and teeth, but their desperation to be close causes them not to care.
Naruto tugs at his own boxers as he follows Sasuke to lie down, trying to get his cock free while still touching Sasuke with his other hand. It feels like he can’t get enough of him, separating their lips so he can inhale the thick scent of Sasuke’s heat at the glands on his neck. His own mind starts to turn hazy from how badly he wants him right now.
With the last bit of self control Naruto can muster, he pulls away so he can find a condom in his bedside table. Sasuke follows after him, his hand touching every inch of skin he can, lips attached to Naruto’s nape - it’s making this search increasingly difficult and makes him wish he took better care of his things. If he had an easily accessible spot, he could already be inside Sasuke, and already-
“A-ha!” Naruto exclaims, finally finding the packet and yanking it unceremoniously from the drawer. It’s so hard to focus with Sasuke’s ministrations and scent but someone here has to be responsible. He manages to rip open the condom and roll it on with zero help from Sasuke.
“Naruto,” Sasuke purrs in his ear, licking a stripe behind his ear. Naruto’s entire body tingles with pleasure at the sound of it and something in him turns feral as he spins back around to Sasuke and jumps on top of him. He gives no warning after he pushes Saskue’s legs up and then sinks into his soaking wet heat. Both of them groan loudly, and Naruto bites into Sasuke’s shoulder to keep himself from coming right there.
“Shit,” Naruto groans, pulling away and licking at the bite to soothe it. After, he drops his head onto Sasuke’s shoulder and breathes out Sasuke’s name. He can’t even move, the coil in his belly so taut, he’ll break if he even tries it. And Sasuke’s wall clenching down around him isn’t helping either.
“Please,” Sasuke pleads. “I need you.” He hooks his around Naruto’s waist, pulling him impossibly closer. “Naruto.”
“I can’t, Sasuke,” Naruto tries to reason with him, shaking his head. It’s embarrassing considering how many times they’ve fucked before - Naruto should be able to hold out longer than five seconds. But this heat is like anything he’s ever experienced before - it’s like he can feel everything. His alpha is thrumming inside of him, hyperaware and so close to breaking free - it’s almost too much. “Not yet.”
Sasuke whines, a sound Naruto’s never heard him make before. He releases his scent with it - sickly sweet apple blossom so strong and enticing it’s making Naruto’s head spin. Everything in him is screaming to let go and let his alpha instincts take over with the need to knot Sasuke and breed and mark and protect. “Naruto,” Sasuke pleads again, coaxing Naruto out from his neck so he can look him in the eye. He tries to put him into a genjutsu to get exactly what he wants, and if it wasn’t for Kurama, he’d get it. His omega must really be desperate if it’s trying tricks like this.
“Baby,” Naruto says with a soft laugh. There’s not even a complaint over the pet name - he’s really far gone. “If I move now, I’m gonna come.”
“Pathetic.” He tries clenching around Naruto again which just makes the situation worse.
Naruto hisses and squeezes his eyes shut and focuses on not coming in three seconds. When he feels calmed down enough, he takes his first short thrust. It’s so scorching hot inside Sasuke, unlike anything he’s felt before. “Fuck,” he groans, testing out a few more. The pleasure starts to carry him away, and it doesn’t take long before Naruto is leaning back and gripping his hips with both hands to fuck into Sasuke’s cunt with vigor. It feels so wet inside and the sound they make together while Naruto pushes himself deeper is driving him insane. He makes the mistake of glancing down at Sasuke’s stomach and can see where his imprint peeks through with every thrust.
“Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke,” Naruto chants like a prayer, gums aching as his fangs itch to bite into his neck. He puts his hand on Sasuke’s stomach and pushes down, eliciting a whimper from Sasuke beneath him. His mind is getting so hazy from all the sensations, instincts taking over as he repositions them so he can get deeper.
Sasuke’s hand finds Naruto’s wrist on his stomach to keep it there, eyes squeezing shut as he lets Naruto pleasure him. Each thrust pulls out a new sound that is like music to Naruto’s ears.
Not deep enough, Naruto’s alpha whines. More.
Naruto pushes both of Saskue’s legs up, grateful that his flexibility means zero resistance as he does. The new angle has Naruto bottoming out with every thrust, the tip of his cocking kissing Sasuke’s cervix each time. He can feel just how tense Sasuke is beneath him, ready to come at any second. Naruto inches his hand down to his clit, his thumb rubbing tight circles around it and Sasuke’s back arches as he tips over the edge. He clenches down on Naruto, like his walls are trying to drag him in as far as he can humanly go, and it makes Naruto dizzy with pleasure.
His own knot starts to swell at the sight beneath him, and it’s not long before long, he can feel the heat start to coil in his belly. Even though Sasuke just came, he’s already getting close again with Naruto’s ministrations to his clit while he picks up his pace, completely losing himself to his urges. His knot begins catching and with a final thrust, he forces himself all the way inside Sasuke, locking them together.
Sasuke comes again, utterly silent while his body shakes beneath Naruto. His walls pulse and consume and urge Naruto to join him, the heat and pressure so intense that Naruto only gets a few short thrusts before he’s coming too. He rubs the tip of his cock against Sasuke’s cervix which only coaxes Sasuke’s orgasm even longer and he squeezes tightly around Naruto’s knot.
Naruto feels like he’ll never come down as he releases inside of the condom. His alpha is unsettled by it - his come should have been pushed into Sasuke, used to breed him and fill him with Naruto’s pups. Instead it’s wasted inside this stupid latex. Naruto growls, nipping at Sasuke’s neck and leaving a variety of kisses and bruises as he slows his rutting and stills. Once his knot goes down he’s going to rip it off and throw away all of those awful packets.
Sasuke lulls him to settle with fingers combing through his sweaty hair, pulling him down to rest most of his body weight on top of him while they’re still connected. His legs ease down, wrapping themselves around Naruto’s waist and holding him in place.
“My Sasuke,” Naruto mumbles into Sasuke’s neck, nuzzling his gland. “Mine.” His head grows increasingly foggy even after coming so hard. There are thoughts that aren’t his own - three voices fighting for dominance in his mind. Sasuke’s fingers scratch at his scalp, pulling Naruto into his neck where he takes a deep inhale of Sasuke’s scent and loses himself to it entirely.
There’s an incessant knocking on their front door. It’s annoying is what it is, pulling Naruto out of the deepest sleep of his life where his dream of eating an endless bowl of ramen is rudely ended when Sasuke shoves him.
“Get the door,” he grumbles, turning away from Naruto and curling back into the nest.
Naruto rubs his head, yawning and stumbling out of the bed. He grabs a pair of boxers on his way out to answer the door, and thankfully he does because Sakura is waiting for him on the other side.
“You’re not dead!” she says. “Oh, thank you for not being dead.”
“Why would I be dead?” Naruto asks, scratching his chest. “Why are you here?”
“No one’s heard from you in four days,” she tells him, handing over an overstuffed bag. “And then Tsunade-sama told me you were asking about a heat earlier-”
“Hold on,” Naruto interrupts, shaking his head. He must still be sleeping, because- “four days? It’s been four days?”
“Five technically, and I stopped by yesterday, but no one answered.”
Naruto pinches the bridge of his nose. “I don’t understand.”
“Well,” she starts with a shrug. “Sometimes prolonged heats can trigger an alpha’s rut, especially if they’re very close.” Sasuke’s going to kill him once he comes to. He wanted to spend this heat with Sasuke taking care of him, keeping him safe, letting his omega finally be vulnerable enough to have a heat. Instead, his alpha mucked everything up.
There’s a loud crash coming from the bedroom and both their heads shoot over. “I won’t keep you.” She grins at him, reaching up and ruffling his hair. “I just wanted to stop by and make sure you both were still living. It’d be a shame if something like this took both of you out. What would Kakashi-sensei do if he can’t sleep like a baby at night without the two of you protecting the village?”
“Right,” Naruto says slowly, still trying to comprehend how five days could pass by so quickly without him even knowing. He’s never had a rut this intense and he usually has moments of coherence where he remembers to eat and drink. “Would you-”
“Everything’s handled, don’t worry,” she reassures with a pat on his shoulder. “There’s some salves in there and my medicinal food pills that you both should take. Don’t whine about the flavor, it’s good for you.” Another loud thump from the bedroom and Sakura is offering her signature smile at him. “Tell him I said hi.”
Once she leaves, Naruto goes back to the bedroom and finds Sasuke on the floor, a few of the bedside table items scattered around him. “You okay?” he asks, standing above Sasuke while the other glares up at the ceiling.
“My legs are too weak to stand.”
Naruto huffs out a laugh and leans down to help Sasuke sit up. “I’m that good, huh?”
“Shut up.” Sasuke swats away Naruto’s help and pulls himself back up to the nest. “How are you standing?”
“Probably Kurama. Or my endless stamina. Both maybe.”
Sasuke grunts. He’s a little out of breath and now that Naruto takes a good look at him, bruises and bites litter his skin. Naruto bites his tongue to clear his head from the possessive thoughts he has. As he said before, they’re still working on it for his training. “Who was that?”
“Sakura. She dropped off some food and medicine, and to make sure we weren’t dead.”
“It’s only been a day.”
“It’s been five.” Sasuke looks up at him with wide eyes. “Apparently.”
“What?” He looks over at the calendar as if that will offer answers. “How?”
“Well my rut’s not normally that intense,” Naruto starts as if he actually understands any of it. “But your heat triggered mine and-”
“Did you mark me?” Sasuke asks suddenly, feeling around his neck in a panic.
“No - uh, I don’t know. Let me check.” He pushes Sasuke’s hands aside and brushes the hair from his neck, thankfully finding that there isn’t a bite on his mating gland that matches Naruto’s teeth. “No.”
Sasuke’s shoulders sag in relief. “Okay.” He takes another deep breath. “It’s okay.” He seems to be reassuring himself, and while Naruto would love nothing more than to claim Sasuke, there’s been too many people who have wanted the same. He’s a little surprised his alpha didn’t act on their deepest desire - maybe it shares the same sentiment as Naruto in wanting to wait until Sasuke asks for it.
“Do you want me to help you to the bathroom?” Naruto asks awkwardly, clearing his throat.
With a sigh of resignation, Sasuke nods his head. “Yes, I feel disgusting.” He holds out his arm and lets Naruto pull him up even with the shit eating grin he’s wearing. “We’re not showering together.”
“Spoilsport.”
“I’m leaking your come. I think you’ve had your fill.”
Even after five days of a feral rut, the sentence makes Naruto’s cock twitch. Though he didn’t bond with Sasuke, the plethora of marks across his skin from Naruto and his spent is enough for him - his alpha is preening inside. “I can still help without touching you like that.”
“Can you?”
“I’m all used up, too!” He says this as they walk into the bathroom and pass by the mirror. There, Sasuke can see just how marked up he is and how empty Naruto’s skin is of his own attempts.
“Really?” Sasuke asks incredulously. “You seem perfectly fine to me.” He mumbles a curse, pushing Naruto away and stumbling to the tub. “Freak.”
“Sorry, it’s not like I can ask Kurama to stop.” He watches as Sasuke barely manages to not brain himself on the edge of the tub, wincing at his unsteady legs. “Are you sure-”
“I’m fine. Go be useful and make food or something, I’m starving.”
He takes one last wary look at Sasuke before he leaves. Once he closes the door behind him he lets out a tired sigh and summons a few clones to help clean up and put their lives back together. He’s hoping that after this heat and with Sasuke being in a safe place, he’ll regulate so it won’t be as intense next time.
As he walks towards the kitchen, he steps in something wet and a shiver runs up his spine as he moves his foot and sees the trail of come leading from the bedroom and the bathroom. “Gross,” he grumbles, hopping on one foot for a tissue. Then, “ . . . shit.” Great work on his alpha’s part for not marking Sasuke, but he could have at least used protection.
It’s fine . . . probably.