#ch: sasuke

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[soughtserenity]

" Naruto and I have gone through a lot together I will not allow his name to be spoken by unworthy mouths nor will I allow him to be defeated by anyone but me. We are rivals after all. For better or worse. "

[eyecanfixthat]

Summer of ‘13

Ship: mangosauce (mangetsu hozuki/sasuke uchiha) | and in other chapters: implied shiita (shisui uchiha/itachi uchiha) | itachi uchiha/izumi uchiha Setting: Late Edwardian era to WWI Notes: Just a little snippet about this whole thing I’ve been working on. Definitely needs editing, but I just wanted to get this bit out, unedited, lol. Based on an RP. Many thanks to Lin @crescentxsun

Keeping the windows open did nothing to pare down the heat; it was just as muggy indoors as it was outdoors. It’s not like the fog rolled into the house and brought the humidity with it, but the clothes strewn about the room and the crumpled sheets and the candlestick having rolled off and precariously perched on the edge of the night stand probably has something to do with it.

There are footsteps coming down the hallway, and Mangetsu reads the warning on Sasuke’s face. Yes, he’s heard it too. But Mangetsu isn’t hurrying up and trying to get out of bed and get back into his pants—oh, no. No. The sound of footsteps making their way closer to Sasuke’s room only pulls a smirk out of him.

Mangetsu shifts, the bed creaking softly under his weight, and he reaches under Sasuke’s knee, pulling his leg up over his shoulder. It all seems to happen in one fluid motion, and just as the footsteps are about three feet away from Sasuke’s door, Mangetsu’s hips move forward, sinking himself deep into Sasuke, their new angle letting him glide directly against Sasuke’s most sensitive spot. He’s never left it alone since he’s discovered where it was, and their movements were so practiced now that he didn’t have to adjust too much to get him where he felt it the most.

It’s hot and muggy—the kind of weather meant to wear you out and put you to sleep—but Mangetsu shows no sign of slowing down. He’s got one leg pushing down against the hardwood floor, the ball of that foot using the groove between polished planks as a grip, using that as leverage to thrust hard into Sasuke.

The only consolation he gives him is to lean in and cover his mouth in breathless kisses, doing a piss-poor job of muffling any sound.

Still, it’s the thought that counts.

Eventually, the footsteps grow softer and disappear round the corner and down the stairs. The rest of the family isn’t home yet (they would have heard the cars pull into the driveway) so those footsteps belonged to whichever servant it was that was making the rounds upstairs.

Half an hour later, both of them thoroughly spent (but too hot to fall asleep comfortably, and too hot to bother to get out of bed at all), Mangetsu reaches for the ashtray to put out the last bits of his cigarette. He hasn’t bothered with his clothes yet.

At least there’s a soft breeze blowing the curtains apart and stirring up the stale, sex-addled air in the room.

He sucks in a deep breath then reaches for his half-drunk glass of lemonade, now watered down with melted ice. Despite the recent cigarette and the acid in his drink, he can still taste Sasuke in his mouth. Of course, he’s not complaining. It’s a taste he was addicted to—a taste he sorely missed when they were apart for far too long.

He brings the glass of lemonade up to his face and looks through the cloudy drink past the open windows, hoping to catch a glimpse of the colors of Mikoto’s lush gardens bursting in their summer colors. Everything still looks muggy through a glass of cloudy lemonade.

Mangetsu looks down at Sasuke lying next to him, damp hair plastered around that gorgeous face.

“I thought there might’ve been some’n wrong with the lemons.” Chuckling. “But I figured it out. ‘Tis you. You’re what’s wrong with the lemonade.” Laughing, he brings the glass down to Sasuke’s chest, spreading cold condensation across a nipple, leaving a wet trail on Sasuke's chest as he does so. “My mouth’s jus’ full of the taste of you, m’ gonna need a whole week to get rid of it.” A grin; he’s in no hurry to ‘get rid of it’.

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*kicks him* (rcvens - genin assume because why not ~}

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*FLIPS OFF & KICKS BACK*

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