Notes: I'm usually adverse to incest but this was a request. I think I kept it relatively tame with a sprinkle of best-friend love.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Kishimoto Masashi, various publishers and companies including but not limited to Studio Pro, TV Tokyo, Shonen Jump USA, and ShoPro Entertainment. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

He's panting into Sasuke's ear; soft, gentle gasps that etch themselves into Sasuke's memory. Hands are deceptively kind, moving with the familiarity of a lover as they slide down his stomach and lower. Sasuke moans, his eyes shutting tightly at the pleasure flickering in his abdomen. A smile curves against his neck, it's tainted with dark amusement. Black hair that he doesn't need to see to feel against his skin falls over him and around him.

"Sasuke."

Broken.

Sasuke stared up at the night sky, his breath coming out in harsh, short pants, nothing like his brother's. His hand moves to his erection, finishing what his dream had started. It's lost its skill and becomes sloppy, a teenage attempt at orgasm. He feels Naruto's gaze, but doesn't care. He'd never understand after all, the way Itachi had become an obsession. The thirst for power, the lack of remorse over an evil deed done, Naruto was fortunately free of Sasuke's dark thoughts.

"You said his name again," he said quietly when Sasuke's come with a gasp.

The way he cleans himself is methodical and practised. Disposing of his soiled underwear, Sasuke dresses with detached care. Naruto's eyes flicker over his cock, grown soft with his orgasm. When Sasuke catches his gaze, his throat is tight with emotion when he notices Naruto doesn't flinch. Doesn't blush, doesn't gasp, and doesn't look away. He finds himself annoyed that Naruto has seemed to have grown used to it; accepted it as nothing with disturbing stillness. There's no heated argument about Itachi, or Sasuke's depravity.

You've tainted him, Sasuke thinks.

It made him sick at first to have such dreams of his brother, but he justifies it easily, brushing it from his mind. When you are so consumed by one person and a revenge that seems to always be outside your grasp, Sasuke supposed it was just expected that his subconscious tried to resolve it some way. Naruto wouldn't understand, just as he sat in his sleeping bag and stared at Sasuke with unhidden perplexity. Nevertheless Sasuke waits, his eyes blank and hands loose at his sides. His face suddenly looks pained, it's brief but Sasuke catches it. He notices the dimness of the blue eyes as they cut to the ground. It's his breathing Sasuke listens to, the way it's deceptively even and slow. He expects emotions run below, static and explosive, like his.

"Come on," Naruto says with finality.

Without hesitation, Sasuke's slipped into the sleeping bag, relishing the welcoming warmth. His legs tangle with Naruto's and he feels fingers touch his face briefly before moving as Naruto turns in the bag. Sasuke stares at the blond hair a long time before he sleeps. The back facing him is out of consideration but tonight Sasuke doesn't mind. He waits again, dark eyes fixed on blond hair. Naruto rolls over and arms wrap loosely around him. His nose touches Naruto's chest, warm from the imprisoned heat. Sasuke is sure he feels like a corpse; unmoving and probably cold, only given away by the rise of his chest. He's glad when Naruto doesn't complain but remains that solid, pulsing warmth. He shuts his eyes and breathes in Naruto.

He still dreams of his brother.

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