It was probably in the way Naruto glared at him; heated, betrayed, with that curious mix of hunger and longing. It made the blue in his eyes flare; sharpen into fine pearly metallic lethal shards, made him seem older and unearthly, but not inhuman. Naruto had been inhuman a few days ago, a harsh Day-Glo orange storm of heat and power, swirling and raging until finally he was taken down and his power momentarily sealed.

He'd underestimated Naruto; it was a bad habit, he still had fresh scars hatched over his chest, back and half his face. Naruto had grown; grown into something that wasn't quite a man yet, but something temptingly evanescent, an attractive clean mixture of a boy's innocence and freshness with a man's body and anger.

It didn't help that Naruto was bound, arms stretched over his head, in one of the many chill, dank cells deep under the Sound base, in the dark silent places in the earth. Naruto's skin shivered with cold, muscles twitched in anger, still thrillingly, deliciously defiant even though he wasn't swearing anymore.

He didn't feel guilty about this; not about sneaking away (and wouldn't Orochimaru be furious?), not about staring at Naruto for long moments silently, secretly enjoying the other boy's unease and flinches when he touched the whisker marks, running his fingers gently, almost lovingly across his cheeks before Naruto bit his hand and drew blood.

"That's disgusting," Naruto cringed, watching Sasuke lick Naruto's teethmarks and saliva on his hand deliberately, mixing juices.

"Tastes like candy." Sasuke's voice purred; not like a kitten, but like a tiger through razor blades, explosives, and gun shots.

"I hate you."

Sasuke almost grinned; he'd heard that so many times before.

"Liar," and he cut another thin line on Naruto's chest, letting the blood settle and drip before scooping it up on his finger, skating over the tan suede skin, swimming in the masculine/feral sweat of his old-time friend, and sucking it off his finger with deliberate slowness. Naruto didn't correct him. Naruto's body healed while he watched, the slash disappearing into nothingness.

With a body like this...

He?d spent the last two hours slicing off Naruto?s shirt and jacket with artistic deliberation--he was considering Naruto?s pants next. He ran his hand over Naruto?s calf, and Naruto jumped.

He looked at Naruto questioningly.

"Sure you don't want a taste?"

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