Lost In Your Love

Sasuke was lost.

Kissing, kissing, kissing. Kissing his love, his love's nose, soft eye lids hiding the blue of the ocean, pale brows perfectly arched, smooth lobes of ears, blushing cheeks, moving to the forehead, the nose again, a round chin, and back to the lips. Wonderful lips, but no tongue, not yet.

Licking, licking, licking. Licking a neck stretched just for him, a sensitive collarbone, a hairless chest. Nibbling softly on nipples, stroking his tongue around them, blowing on the wet spots from his saliva, watching them tighten.

Biting, biting, biting. Biting and sucking on a taut stomach, nipping the outside of a bellybutton, clamping his teeth down on a hip, marking, claiming as his alone.

Moving back up to those wonderful lips, now was the time, for exploring his lover's mouth, tongues rubbing together, dancing with each other, tasting that precious flavor of his love.

This was most often the place when he would wake from slumber. The only difference was that he wasn't waking alone this time. His eyes glanced over to the sleeping form on the other side of the bed.

Still not the right person. This girl was not his love.

The hair was too long, too dark. The skin was too soft, too pale. The form too curvy, the voice too high-pitched, the personality too reserved and quiet.

But he couldn't complain. It might draw attention to who his love really was, which would be a nightmare. All he had to do right now was get along with his new wife and pretend his love wasn't too hurt. Words still rung in his head, making his heart ache.

"You're only running away, you coward."

And it was true.

But he couldn't complain, because according to his father, he was a lucky man for finding such a lovely woman. Whenever he heard those words, he would think of wide blue skies and fields of wheat, what his father's reaction would be if he ever found out, his heart breaking a little more.

Because, after all, loving another man was a sin.

If only he could convince his heart that was true.

I'm sure by the end you could tell who Sasuke's love was (Naruto, of course). This can be taken as NaruSasu or SasuNaru (or maybe even SasuNaruSasu or NaruSasuNaru) depending on your preferences.

Sasuke's wife was not given a name or a face. She could be anyone with those descriptions, in the show or not. This is because, in Sasuke's eyes, she isn't important enough or cannot compare with Naruto as a lover and her as only a wife. I figure that anyone, male or female, would be only second best if one were in love (truly) with someone else.

Poor Sasuke. It's like I'm always torturing him, giving him some happy beginning but a not-so-happy ending. I really do like him (he's one of my favorite characters) but sometimes he really makes me want to knock some sense into him.

This is supposed to be filled with fragments and run-ons. I think it sounds more poetic that way.

It will prolly be a oneshot. I'm still trying to get all the other ideas in my head sorted out.

Ja ne.