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Teamwork 2 - chpt.6b part 354.2541038421 or something
AHHHHHH OMIGOD TEAMWORK 2 IS DONE. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH OMG OMG OMG.
Okay there's no real lemon. But there's a lime and fade-to-black. And surprise!angst and the scene went from naughty-feral to desperate lovemaking on me AND IT BETTER BE ENOUGH FOR YOU PEOPLE.
omigod.
If there's anything, anything at all, that sounds weird, not-english, awkward, too vague, or whatever, please tell me. if there's anything that needs developped, tell me. if there's a typo or whatever else, tell me. PLEASE LOVE ME. ;____;
previous bit here.
"Hey, asshole."
Sasuke glared at him, but it didn't have any fire in it. "What, dead-last?"
We're fine, Naruto wanted to say. Perhaps he even wanted to give an apology for scaring him, but then Sasuke would kill them both just so he could pretend it had never happened. So in the end Naruto just grinned. "It's not that late, is it? The seal didn't take that long. Not even -- what, eleven? Eleven thirty?"
"I think so..." Sakura gave him a curious look from over Sasuke's shoulder. Naruto beamed.
"Good! Then it means we've got the rest of the night to celebrate."
And before either of them could tell him no, he closed his fingers on Sasuke's t-shirt and pulled, bringing them both down on top of him. Their weight knocked the breath out of him; he wheezed out a laugh, his arms moving around to hold them both.
"Don't you think we have more important things to do?" Sasuke protested as he tried to find a support to push himself off Naruto.
"Oh, lay off about the seal, we've been working on it nonstop for the last month and a half, maybe longer. It's over now."
Sasuke sneered at him and tried to push himself up on his hands despite Sakura's weight on his back. "I was thinking more about checking that we're not about to be invaded by a platoon of ANBU."
"They can watch," Sakura offered magnanimously.
Sasuke craned his neck to stare at her, and Naruto and he blinked in unison.
"... Gee, don't laugh so hard at my jokes, guys, they're not that funny."
Naruto smirked. "And here I was happy you were finally getting kinky."
"You two--"
Naruto growled, cutting Sasuke off before he could get going. "Shut up. We're going to go to bed and fuck like bunnies. That's what we're going to do. And if the ANBU wants a look, they can cough up an entry fee and shut the hell up."
"You can't be serious," Sasuke growled back, though Naruto thought his voice lacked the proper resonance to make it vicious enough.
"I'm serious," Sakura replied instead, and then she bit Sasuke's shoulder.
By the way Sasuke jerked, Naruto thought he could safely assume she had also grown fangs.
By what he could feel now against his stomach, Sasuke wasn't as not-in-the-mood as he was trying to pretend. That or even his steely self-control wasn't absolute enough to fight teenage hormones.
"--Sakura -- Naruto, don't be stupid, we'll have all the time in the world later -- we should be erasing our tracks, reassuring -- nngh."
Naruto's hands were tight on Sasuke's hips; he tangled their legs together, rubbed the side of his foot against one of Sakura's calves and watched her nibble on Sasuke's ear.
"Like everyone involved in the whole surveillance business doesn't already think we're having sex!" she grumbled. She was blushing, but it didn't make her scowl any less determined. "So if they're going to think we're doing it regardless, I wouldn't mind it actually happening. It's been months!"
"Only two..."
Naruto grinned, eyes narrowed predatorily. "Sasuke... Don't make us tear off your clothes with our teeth. We'd do it."
"Oh, can the porn star lines," Sasuke snapped, and heaved himself up suddenly. Sakura squeaked, rolled to the side; Naruto started to dig his fingers into Sasuke's hips, but his claws caught skin and he hesitated. Sasuke tore himself free too fast, and then there were faint white lines in the middle of the red imprints left by Naruto's fingers.
They all sat on the floor, Sakura with her legs folded to the side, Naruto with his own stretched out, Sasuke ready to push himself up.
And then Sakura leaned toward Sasuke, slipped a finger in his collar, and pulled down.
"...I think I like the claws," she mused, staring at her hand in surprise and approval. Sasuke was gaping at her, sitting there dumbly with his t-shirt torn open down to his stomach.
Naruto started laughing, and reached for Sasuke to tear off the rest of his clothes. Startled out of his astonishment, Sasuke batted his hands away, pushing himself away from them with his heels.
... Hohoho.
Naruto rolled on his hands and knees and grinned. He'd been meaning to jump Sakura's bones too, but in the mood she was in right now, it was a toss-up whether he or she would jump each other first... And getting Sasuke to accept that it was over already and that they were safe and together came first -- she already knew that.
He could always tackle and bite and happily fuck her afterwards.
They kept moving forward on hands and knees; Sasuke kept moving back on his ass. The scene would probably look quite ridiculous to an outsider, but Naruto didn't care, because there was an off-balance look in Sasuke's eyes, and be could catch glimpses of his nipples and flat stomach through the torn shirt, and Sakura's bra really wasn't hiding much, and Naruto really, really enjoyed seeing her like that.
"This isn't funny -- are you hunting me?"
Sakura huffed, blowing a pink lock away from her face. "Yes. And I'm sure I'll be very sorry tomorrow. I'll apologize, even."
Sasuke tried to move to the side, but Naruto crawled that way to flank him. The black-haired boy glared at him briefly -- and Sakura pounced.
Sasuke wheezed, the breath knocked from his lungs. "Sakura, damn it, what's gotten into you!?"
Naruto laughed, hard and loud and way too amused; "It's more about what hasn't." and Sasuke glared at him briefly --
-- Straddling Sasuke's hips, she took fistfuls of Sasuke's shirt to tear off, leaned down to get in his face. She was breathing hard -- annoyance, arousal, Naruto didn't know and didn't care.
"Sakura--"
"You're hard, Sasuke," she snapped back angrily. Under her, Sasuke had stopped breathing. "You're hard and you want it, and like hell you're going to have 'I was drunk' as an excuse every single time this happens. So I'm giving you a choice."
Naruto stared, shocked. This... was a lot deeper than simple annoyance at Sasuke's frigid ways.
"Tell me it isn't for me, not even a little bit. Tell me I'm not hot enough for you, tell me you just don't like me like that, tell me whatever. But tell me now, and mean it. Because otherwise I'm going to have sex with you."
"... Sakura..." Sasuke hesitated, frowned -- and then Sakura was kissing him, hard, with teeth. It wasn't a gentle, lingering kiss, or a sexy, enticing kiss. There was despair in there; love too, lots and lots, and desire and pain.
Naruto realized he wasn't breathing much either.
He wanted them both so much -- for so much more than just sex. He wanted to hold them and possess them and be possessed by them and know that they were never going to let go, and he wanted to feel their fingers between his as they came and he wanted them to give themselves to him -- not even for the thrill of calling the shots, just for the trust and the love and the belonging to him, belonging with them. And what Sakura wanted -- it was just that.
Teammates -- being teammates was everything. And yet in the long run it wasn't going to be enough.
When Sasuke's arms rose and wound themselves around her back, reluctant at first, and then tight enough to make his muscles shift under his skin, make the breath leave her in a startled little gasp, Naruto shuddered and threw himself at them. He wound his arm around her waist, dug his fingers into his biceps, and bit-kissed her shoulder. Sasuke was kissing Sakura back now, eyes closed; when she whimpered breathlessly, Sasuke made a startled little grunt in echo. Naruto whined softly, desperate. Because Sasuke... Because that was what Sakura wanted to know, if he'd ever, ever let her in -- and now there Naruto was, alone on the outside, and he was glad for them both -- and he couldn't take it.
"Love you," he whispered past the knot in his throat. He didn't even know which one he was saying it to. "Love you, love you."
Sakura's breath hitched and she broke the kiss, just long enough to nod jerkily. Naruto didn't know what it meant -- who she wanted to tell it to. Sasuke was panting under her, his fingers still digging into her back, his eyes still closed. Naruto growled, pushed her aside enough to get at his mouth -- he bit him, tasted blood, was bit back. Good. Sakura rubbed her cheek against his, and her lips; dropped kisses on Naruto's eyebrow and Sasuke's eyelid and the flat of his nose, and then her lips brushed his and Sasuke's somehow -- and he hadn't known they could do that, a three-way kiss. It was awkward, with little freedom of movement, but it calmed him down a little anyway. He laughed, more out of relief than amusement.
"Love you," Sakura choked out; Naruto kissed wetness away and she closed her eyes.
Against his arm, he could feel Sasuke's hand undoing her bra strap, and he laughed again, shocked and a little thrilled, and really, not surprised at all that Sasuke was trying to get out of saying it back. "Asshole."
Sakura laughed with him, and kissed Sasuke again, hands cupping his face. The two of them paused, just -- looking into each other's eyes, and Naruto felt like a fifth or even seventh wheel again, but this time he made himself not interrupt. Sakura-chan getting Sasuke to want, not just tolerate her -- Sasuke learning not to be quite so wary and guarded... It was great for them both. It really was. She'd be good for him.
"... Asshole yourself, retard."
Sakura burst out into snickers, because Sasuke hadn't even looked away from her one second, but his hand was still under Naruto's nose, closed into a fist but for his middle finger.
What could Naruto do, but sneer at him and then bite it? Nothing else, really. Fucking angsty, antisocial bastard. He wrapped his lips around Sasuke's finger and sucked wetly, still glaring at him, daring him to make something of it.
"... Fuck."
Naruto smirked and curled his tongue around the base of Sasuke's finger a last time. "I'd think it's closer to a blowjob, myself."
Sakura was still laughing herself breathless, in between two kisses to Sasuke's jaw. "Boys. You're getting all worked up over going down on a finger."
Sasuke made an annoyed noise and slipped his Naruto-free hand under her to cup a breast, making her gasp and stop laughing very quickly. "Shut up, or you won't get any."
Sakura squeaked in outrage and sat up on him hurriedly. "Just try to stop me!"
Naruto couldn't help but laugh, and laugh. He'd never seen them so arousing -- both flushed in offended annoyance, Sasuke pinned down between Sakura's thighs and Sakura fighting to whip off her own bra. Visibly she intended to ride him like a pony. "Hold your -- heh -- hold your horses, Sakura-chan. Might be better in the bedroom, yeah?"
She glared at him for interrupting, claws digging into the floor on both sides of Sasuke's head.
"... Also, if you let him get up, it will be a lot easier to yank his pants down. 'Cause you know, right now it's gonna be a bit complicated."
A second later, Sasuke was alone on the floor, sprawled on his back between her feet, and she was pulling on his arm to get him to stand up.
"What the hell?!" Sasuke protested. He looked quite molestable, with reddened hickeys on his skin and hair all over the place, and Naruto was tempted to yank his pants off and jump him right there anyway.
"I want to be in our bed," Sakura retorted; Naruto blinked, because it wasn't much of a bed -- three layers of blankets, and ratty sleeping bags -- but the way she said it, it was a king-sized oak affair with down-filled pillows.
One that needed proper christening.
He could get behind that.
He leaned down, caught Sasuke's other arm to haul him up. Scowling, Sasuke tried to pull free, but neither he nor Sakura relaxed their grip; and then there were two sets of claws at his waistband anyway.
Naruto really appreciated working in tandem with Sakura-chan. Especially when it was about shredding Sasuke's clothes off him.
"My pants, you retards! You're both crazy!"
They probably were, at that. But it seemed 'crazy' got Sasuke going anyway. And seeing how much Sasuke really wanted them, no matter what he pretended, didn't make Naruto's own underwear feel any less constricting.
"... Okay!"
Claw-tipped fingers circling Sasuke's wrist, Sakura forged ahead, bare feet stomping on the wooden planks, small, firm breasts bouncing freely in rhythm with her steps. Sasuke went along with it for a few steps, a little dazed, but when they crossed the door between the dojo and the house, he dug in his heels. "Wait--"
"No! No more wait. I'm tired of waiting." Naruto twisted Sasuke's arm behind his back -- Sasuke let him -- and pushed the black-haired boy forward with his body. If he stole a grope or two in the process of manhandling Sasuke there, it wasn't Sakura who was going to berate him.
It was dark in the living room, where they slept, but Sakura's skin was pale and her biker shorts black, and so it wasn't easy to miss it when she rolled them down her legs.
She went to the nest of blankets they called a bed and sat there, waiting.
This time Naruto didn't need to push Sasuke to join her.
Okay there's no real lemon. But there's a lime and fade-to-black. And surprise!angst and the scene went from naughty-feral to desperate lovemaking on me AND IT BETTER BE ENOUGH FOR YOU PEOPLE.
omigod.
If there's anything, anything at all, that sounds weird, not-english, awkward, too vague, or whatever, please tell me. if there's anything that needs developped, tell me. if there's a typo or whatever else, tell me. PLEASE LOVE ME. ;____;
previous bit here.
"Hey, asshole."
Sasuke glared at him, but it didn't have any fire in it. "What, dead-last?"
We're fine, Naruto wanted to say. Perhaps he even wanted to give an apology for scaring him, but then Sasuke would kill them both just so he could pretend it had never happened. So in the end Naruto just grinned. "It's not that late, is it? The seal didn't take that long. Not even -- what, eleven? Eleven thirty?"
"I think so..." Sakura gave him a curious look from over Sasuke's shoulder. Naruto beamed.
"Good! Then it means we've got the rest of the night to celebrate."
And before either of them could tell him no, he closed his fingers on Sasuke's t-shirt and pulled, bringing them both down on top of him. Their weight knocked the breath out of him; he wheezed out a laugh, his arms moving around to hold them both.
"Don't you think we have more important things to do?" Sasuke protested as he tried to find a support to push himself off Naruto.
"Oh, lay off about the seal, we've been working on it nonstop for the last month and a half, maybe longer. It's over now."
Sasuke sneered at him and tried to push himself up on his hands despite Sakura's weight on his back. "I was thinking more about checking that we're not about to be invaded by a platoon of ANBU."
"They can watch," Sakura offered magnanimously.
Sasuke craned his neck to stare at her, and Naruto and he blinked in unison.
"... Gee, don't laugh so hard at my jokes, guys, they're not that funny."
Naruto smirked. "And here I was happy you were finally getting kinky."
"You two--"
Naruto growled, cutting Sasuke off before he could get going. "Shut up. We're going to go to bed and fuck like bunnies. That's what we're going to do. And if the ANBU wants a look, they can cough up an entry fee and shut the hell up."
"You can't be serious," Sasuke growled back, though Naruto thought his voice lacked the proper resonance to make it vicious enough.
"I'm serious," Sakura replied instead, and then she bit Sasuke's shoulder.
By the way Sasuke jerked, Naruto thought he could safely assume she had also grown fangs.
By what he could feel now against his stomach, Sasuke wasn't as not-in-the-mood as he was trying to pretend. That or even his steely self-control wasn't absolute enough to fight teenage hormones.
"--Sakura -- Naruto, don't be stupid, we'll have all the time in the world later -- we should be erasing our tracks, reassuring -- nngh."
Naruto's hands were tight on Sasuke's hips; he tangled their legs together, rubbed the side of his foot against one of Sakura's calves and watched her nibble on Sasuke's ear.
"Like everyone involved in the whole surveillance business doesn't already think we're having sex!" she grumbled. She was blushing, but it didn't make her scowl any less determined. "So if they're going to think we're doing it regardless, I wouldn't mind it actually happening. It's been months!"
"Only two..."
Naruto grinned, eyes narrowed predatorily. "Sasuke... Don't make us tear off your clothes with our teeth. We'd do it."
"Oh, can the porn star lines," Sasuke snapped, and heaved himself up suddenly. Sakura squeaked, rolled to the side; Naruto started to dig his fingers into Sasuke's hips, but his claws caught skin and he hesitated. Sasuke tore himself free too fast, and then there were faint white lines in the middle of the red imprints left by Naruto's fingers.
They all sat on the floor, Sakura with her legs folded to the side, Naruto with his own stretched out, Sasuke ready to push himself up.
And then Sakura leaned toward Sasuke, slipped a finger in his collar, and pulled down.
"...I think I like the claws," she mused, staring at her hand in surprise and approval. Sasuke was gaping at her, sitting there dumbly with his t-shirt torn open down to his stomach.
Naruto started laughing, and reached for Sasuke to tear off the rest of his clothes. Startled out of his astonishment, Sasuke batted his hands away, pushing himself away from them with his heels.
... Hohoho.
Naruto rolled on his hands and knees and grinned. He'd been meaning to jump Sakura's bones too, but in the mood she was in right now, it was a toss-up whether he or she would jump each other first... And getting Sasuke to accept that it was over already and that they were safe and together came first -- she already knew that.
He could always tackle and bite and happily fuck her afterwards.
They kept moving forward on hands and knees; Sasuke kept moving back on his ass. The scene would probably look quite ridiculous to an outsider, but Naruto didn't care, because there was an off-balance look in Sasuke's eyes, and be could catch glimpses of his nipples and flat stomach through the torn shirt, and Sakura's bra really wasn't hiding much, and Naruto really, really enjoyed seeing her like that.
"This isn't funny -- are you hunting me?"
Sakura huffed, blowing a pink lock away from her face. "Yes. And I'm sure I'll be very sorry tomorrow. I'll apologize, even."
Sasuke tried to move to the side, but Naruto crawled that way to flank him. The black-haired boy glared at him briefly -- and Sakura pounced.
Sasuke wheezed, the breath knocked from his lungs. "Sakura, damn it, what's gotten into you!?"
Naruto laughed, hard and loud and way too amused; "It's more about what hasn't." and Sasuke glared at him briefly --
-- Straddling Sasuke's hips, she took fistfuls of Sasuke's shirt to tear off, leaned down to get in his face. She was breathing hard -- annoyance, arousal, Naruto didn't know and didn't care.
"Sakura--"
"You're hard, Sasuke," she snapped back angrily. Under her, Sasuke had stopped breathing. "You're hard and you want it, and like hell you're going to have 'I was drunk' as an excuse every single time this happens. So I'm giving you a choice."
Naruto stared, shocked. This... was a lot deeper than simple annoyance at Sasuke's frigid ways.
"Tell me it isn't for me, not even a little bit. Tell me I'm not hot enough for you, tell me you just don't like me like that, tell me whatever. But tell me now, and mean it. Because otherwise I'm going to have sex with you."
"... Sakura..." Sasuke hesitated, frowned -- and then Sakura was kissing him, hard, with teeth. It wasn't a gentle, lingering kiss, or a sexy, enticing kiss. There was despair in there; love too, lots and lots, and desire and pain.
Naruto realized he wasn't breathing much either.
He wanted them both so much -- for so much more than just sex. He wanted to hold them and possess them and be possessed by them and know that they were never going to let go, and he wanted to feel their fingers between his as they came and he wanted them to give themselves to him -- not even for the thrill of calling the shots, just for the trust and the love and the belonging to him, belonging with them. And what Sakura wanted -- it was just that.
Teammates -- being teammates was everything. And yet in the long run it wasn't going to be enough.
When Sasuke's arms rose and wound themselves around her back, reluctant at first, and then tight enough to make his muscles shift under his skin, make the breath leave her in a startled little gasp, Naruto shuddered and threw himself at them. He wound his arm around her waist, dug his fingers into his biceps, and bit-kissed her shoulder. Sasuke was kissing Sakura back now, eyes closed; when she whimpered breathlessly, Sasuke made a startled little grunt in echo. Naruto whined softly, desperate. Because Sasuke... Because that was what Sakura wanted to know, if he'd ever, ever let her in -- and now there Naruto was, alone on the outside, and he was glad for them both -- and he couldn't take it.
"Love you," he whispered past the knot in his throat. He didn't even know which one he was saying it to. "Love you, love you."
Sakura's breath hitched and she broke the kiss, just long enough to nod jerkily. Naruto didn't know what it meant -- who she wanted to tell it to. Sasuke was panting under her, his fingers still digging into her back, his eyes still closed. Naruto growled, pushed her aside enough to get at his mouth -- he bit him, tasted blood, was bit back. Good. Sakura rubbed her cheek against his, and her lips; dropped kisses on Naruto's eyebrow and Sasuke's eyelid and the flat of his nose, and then her lips brushed his and Sasuke's somehow -- and he hadn't known they could do that, a three-way kiss. It was awkward, with little freedom of movement, but it calmed him down a little anyway. He laughed, more out of relief than amusement.
"Love you," Sakura choked out; Naruto kissed wetness away and she closed her eyes.
Against his arm, he could feel Sasuke's hand undoing her bra strap, and he laughed again, shocked and a little thrilled, and really, not surprised at all that Sasuke was trying to get out of saying it back. "Asshole."
Sakura laughed with him, and kissed Sasuke again, hands cupping his face. The two of them paused, just -- looking into each other's eyes, and Naruto felt like a fifth or even seventh wheel again, but this time he made himself not interrupt. Sakura-chan getting Sasuke to want, not just tolerate her -- Sasuke learning not to be quite so wary and guarded... It was great for them both. It really was. She'd be good for him.
"... Asshole yourself, retard."
Sakura burst out into snickers, because Sasuke hadn't even looked away from her one second, but his hand was still under Naruto's nose, closed into a fist but for his middle finger.
What could Naruto do, but sneer at him and then bite it? Nothing else, really. Fucking angsty, antisocial bastard. He wrapped his lips around Sasuke's finger and sucked wetly, still glaring at him, daring him to make something of it.
"... Fuck."
Naruto smirked and curled his tongue around the base of Sasuke's finger a last time. "I'd think it's closer to a blowjob, myself."
Sakura was still laughing herself breathless, in between two kisses to Sasuke's jaw. "Boys. You're getting all worked up over going down on a finger."
Sasuke made an annoyed noise and slipped his Naruto-free hand under her to cup a breast, making her gasp and stop laughing very quickly. "Shut up, or you won't get any."
Sakura squeaked in outrage and sat up on him hurriedly. "Just try to stop me!"
Naruto couldn't help but laugh, and laugh. He'd never seen them so arousing -- both flushed in offended annoyance, Sasuke pinned down between Sakura's thighs and Sakura fighting to whip off her own bra. Visibly she intended to ride him like a pony. "Hold your -- heh -- hold your horses, Sakura-chan. Might be better in the bedroom, yeah?"
She glared at him for interrupting, claws digging into the floor on both sides of Sasuke's head.
"... Also, if you let him get up, it will be a lot easier to yank his pants down. 'Cause you know, right now it's gonna be a bit complicated."
A second later, Sasuke was alone on the floor, sprawled on his back between her feet, and she was pulling on his arm to get him to stand up.
"What the hell?!" Sasuke protested. He looked quite molestable, with reddened hickeys on his skin and hair all over the place, and Naruto was tempted to yank his pants off and jump him right there anyway.
"I want to be in our bed," Sakura retorted; Naruto blinked, because it wasn't much of a bed -- three layers of blankets, and ratty sleeping bags -- but the way she said it, it was a king-sized oak affair with down-filled pillows.
One that needed proper christening.
He could get behind that.
He leaned down, caught Sasuke's other arm to haul him up. Scowling, Sasuke tried to pull free, but neither he nor Sakura relaxed their grip; and then there were two sets of claws at his waistband anyway.
Naruto really appreciated working in tandem with Sakura-chan. Especially when it was about shredding Sasuke's clothes off him.
"My pants, you retards! You're both crazy!"
They probably were, at that. But it seemed 'crazy' got Sasuke going anyway. And seeing how much Sasuke really wanted them, no matter what he pretended, didn't make Naruto's own underwear feel any less constricting.
"... Okay!"
Claw-tipped fingers circling Sasuke's wrist, Sakura forged ahead, bare feet stomping on the wooden planks, small, firm breasts bouncing freely in rhythm with her steps. Sasuke went along with it for a few steps, a little dazed, but when they crossed the door between the dojo and the house, he dug in his heels. "Wait--"
"No! No more wait. I'm tired of waiting." Naruto twisted Sasuke's arm behind his back -- Sasuke let him -- and pushed the black-haired boy forward with his body. If he stole a grope or two in the process of manhandling Sasuke there, it wasn't Sakura who was going to berate him.
It was dark in the living room, where they slept, but Sakura's skin was pale and her biker shorts black, and so it wasn't easy to miss it when she rolled them down her legs.
She went to the nest of blankets they called a bed and sat there, waiting.
This time Naruto didn't need to push Sasuke to join her.
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