Naruto hunched at his desk like a sailor bracing for rough seas, surrounded by papers scattered in chaotic drifts across the surface. His uncapped highlighter leaked a growing puddle of neon ink onto a sticky note while he stared at the same paragraph until the words blurred into meaningless shapes. Each potential lead in his brother's case dissolved into another frustrating dead end. The radiator gave one final metallic protest before falling quiet. Through half-closed blinds, the afternoon light had turned a threatening gray, casting prison-bar shadows across the worn carpet of their shared dorm room.
He started to make a note—when the latch jiggled. Sasuke entered with a fluid motion, the door swinging shut in his wake. In his right hand: a battered manila folder secured by a large black binder clip. In his left, nothing, but his knuckles were faintly pink, as if the folder had been carried for a long walk and squeezed too tightly.
Naruto didn't look up until Sasuke set the folder in the precise center of the desk, disturbing three sticky notes and causing the highlighter to roll toward the edge. The folder landed with a tactile thump, flat against Naruto's scattered papers.
Sasuke remained standing, hands in his pockets. His posture said "mission accomplished," but his eyes lingered on the folder as if daring Naruto to open it. He wore the same pressed uniform as earlier, but his hair was slightly windblown, suggesting he'd been outside longer than strictly necessary.
Naruto stared at the folder for a moment before reaching for it. The cover was worn soft from repeated use, the tab at the top dog-eared and smudged with someone else's fingerprints. There was no label. He looked at Sasuke, who gave a single, infinitesimal nod.
Inside: an official schedule printout, glossy color, the university seal watermarked in the upper right. Below that, a list of classes, times, locations, and—most importantly—professor names. Kurama's schedule from the semester he vanished, every detail itemized down to the room numbers and online portal logins. Naruto's throat constricted.
"They stonewalled me," Naruto said, his voice flat with shock. "They said it was 'privacy-protected.'"
Sasuke's shoulders lifted a fraction. "The registrar doesn't check anything if your last name is Uchiha," he said, gaze fixed on the folder rather than Naruto's face. "They just hand over whatever you ask for." His voice stayed quiet, almost flat, but his eyes flicked up to watch Naruto's hands unfold the papers, tracking each movement as if waiting for some small sign of recognition.
Naruto paged through the printouts, his fingers trembling. There it was, highlighted in pale blue: ADV BIOCHEMISTRY (Dr. O. MITSUDA, TTh 2:00pm). Orochimaru's class. Room number, building code, even the official email address. The confirmation set off a neural storm in his head; each piece of data became a vector, a line drawn from Kurama to the system that swallowed him.
He looked up, meaning to say thank you, but the words fell out in a jumble. "Why—did you—never mind." He blinked hard, absorbing it. "You actually got it." He pressed his palm to the stack, grounding himself.
Sasuke let the moment hang, then moved to his own desk, sitting in his chair with practiced stillness, and pulled out his phone, "Is that what you needed?" he asked, gaze flicking up from his phone but never quite meeting Naruto's eyes.
Naruto nodded, still disoriented. "Yeah. Yeah, this is—" He stopped. The gratitude welled up fast and hot, so intense it made his ribs ache. Before he could think, before he could stop himself, he crossed the space between the desks in three steps and pulled Sasuke into a clumsy, off-balance hug.
The contact was awkward: Naruto's arms locked tight around Sasuke's shoulders, and the chair tipped back on its rear legs. For a second Sasuke went rigid, as if bracing for impact, but he didn't shove Naruto away. They hung in that tense, lopsided pose for a single heartbeat, Naruto's face buried against the collar of Sasuke's shirt. He could feel the heat rising off Sasuke's skin, the steady drumline of his heart under the fabric.
After another second, Naruto let go, stepping back so fast his calves hit the edge of his own bed. He ducked his head, mouth already forming an apology, but Sasuke just straightened his jacket and returned to perfect vertical, like nothing had happened. Except for the vivid flush that spread up his neck to the edge of his jaw.
"Sorry," Naruto said, voice small.
Sasuke's eyes flicked to the side, then back. "Don't be stupid," he said, but it came out softer than usual.
Naruto stared at the floor, trying to get his pulse under control. His hands still shook, adrenaline spiking through him. He cleared his throat, changed the subject. "We should—um—probably head to Kiba's place. We're meeting him before the bar, right?"
Sasuke's eyebrow arched upward. "Kiba's apartment? Voluntarily?" The corner of his mouth twitched with barely concealed disdain.
Naruto fidgeted with his sleeve, eyes darting toward the door. "We could head over now, get settled before everyone shows up at Shushu-ya later." His fingers traced an invisible route through the air between them, from dorm to apartment to bar.
Sasuke leaned back in his chair, hands steepled in front of his mouth. His shirt collar gaped open just enough to reveal the hollow of his throat, a bead of sweat glistening there despite the room's chill. "Or," he said, voice dropping to a velvet rumble that seemed to vibrate through Naruto's chest, "we could prepare first."
Naruto's mouth went dry. "Prepare?"
A beat passed. Sasuke's eyes stayed level, but his voice dropped half a register, vibrating through the air between them like a plucked string. "The bar is an Alpha magnet." He leaned forward slightly, the scent of his cologne—cedar and something darker—intensifying as he moved. "Packed wall to wall with seniors and townies who'll smell you even through those suppressants." His gaze flickered to Naruto's throat, lingered there. "You'll be swimming in triggers." He hesitated, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip before he pressed on: "Tsunade's solution was crude, but effective."
Naruto's ears burned. "You mean—"
Sasuke didn't blink. "It's safer to deal with it here than risk another episode in public." The phrasing was clinical, but the heat in the room ratcheted up several degrees.
Naruto flailed for an excuse. "I—uh—don't think I can just—on command—" He stopped, words failing him.
Sasuke set his elbows on the desk, hands folding together. The veins in his forearms stood out, blue rivers beneath pale skin. "It's not about desire. It's chemistry." His tongue darted out to wet his lower lip. "If you release the built-up hormones, the suppressant will hold. If you don't, you could trigger in the middle of the bar. Or worse." His face maintained clinical detachment, but a muscle in his jaw twitched once, and his pupils had dilated just enough to be noticeable.
Naruto glanced at the clock, then at the folder, then at Sasuke's mouth. Heat crawled up his neck as he tried to make a joke of it. "You make it sound like I'm some kind of bomb about to go off."
Sasuke's lips quirked, almost a smile. "That's one way to put it."
The space between them filled with static. Naruto's mind replayed the near-disaster in the clinic, the crash in their room, the way Sasuke had taken control—cold and efficient, but gentle, too, in a way Naruto hadn't expected. He weighed his embarrassment against the memory of trying to claw his way out of his own skin.
After a long silence, Naruto muttered, "It would be less weird if you didn't look so calm about it." His eyes dropped to where Sasuke's shirt collar gaped open, revealing a triangle of pale skin.
Sasuke's gaze sharpened, pupils dilating visibly. "I'm not calm." His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned forward, close enough that his breath ghosted across Naruto's lips. "I just have priorities."
Naruto let out a slow breath, shoulders slumping. "Fine." He stalked to his own bed and dropped onto it, bouncing once on the old springs. He stared at the ceiling, legs splayed, then swung his gaze sideways to find Sasuke still watching him, eyes dark and hungry beneath half-lowered lids.
They sat like that, neither blinking, until the air between them drew taut, crackling with something electric that made the fine hairs on Naruto's arms stand up. His mouth went dry as Sasuke's scent—subtle but unmistakable—drifted across the room.
Sasuke lunged forward, crossing the room in a heartbeat. The floorboards creaked under his sudden weight as he dropped to his knees at Naruto's feet, the impact making Naruto flinch. Sasuke's face remained composed, but his throat worked convulsively, the skin there flushed crimson, his pulse a visible hammer against pale skin.
His hands clamped onto Naruto's thighs, fingers digging in hard enough to brand through denim. The grip was possessive, almost desperate—each fingertip pressing deep enough that Naruto could feel the half-moon indentations forming beneath. Sasuke's hands burned like brands, his thumbs carving slow, deliberate circles that sent lightning bolts straight to Naruto's groin, making him bite back a gasp.
Naruto's first instinct was to recoil—fight or flight—but Sasuke's grip tightened, fingers digging possessively into his thighs as if daring him to try. A flash of something predatory darkened Sasuke's eyes when Naruto's breath hitched. "I don't even know how this is supposed to work," Naruto mumbled, voice catching as Sasuke's thumb brushed dangerously close to his inner thigh, lingering there with deliberate pressure. The corner of Sasuke's mouth curled upward, pupils dilating at the confession. "Like, do you want me to…?"
Sasuke shook his head once. "You'll follow my lead." His voice dropped to a whisper, but his eyes never left Naruto's, dark and unflinching. "I'll stop if you need me to. But I think you can handle more than you believe you can."
Naruto's heart slammed against his ribs. He managed a nod that felt disconnected from his body.
Sasuke reached the waistband and hesitated, looking up. "Okay?"
Naruto made a sound—a breathy, half-strangled yes—and closed his eyes, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. The button at his jeans popped open with a flick of Sasuke's thumb, the zipper's teeth parting with a whisper that seemed deafening in the quiet room. Sasuke's fingers brushed against the thin cotton of his boxers, sending electric currents racing up his spine. The pad of Sasuke's thumb lingered at the waistband, tracing the sensitive skin there until goosebumps erupted across Naruto's abdomen.
"Lift up," Sasuke commanded, his voice rough with something that wasn't quite clinical anymore.
Naruto obeyed, hips rising off the mattress with an involuntary arch that made his breath catch. Sasuke's knuckles grazed the sensitive skin of his lower abdomen as he peeled both jeans and boxers down in one fluid motion. The cool air hit Naruto's exposed flesh, making him shiver as his cock sprang free, already thick and flushed, a bead of moisture glistening at the tip.
He tried to cover himself, cheeks burning, but Sasuke caught his wrist in a grip that was firm yet gentle. "Don't hide from me," Sasuke murmured, his voice a low rumble that Naruto could feel in his bones. Their eyes locked as Sasuke's thumb traced small circles against Naruto's racing pulse. "It's easier if you surrender to it."
Naruto swallowed, the embarrassment crashing through him like a wave, but beneath it something molten pooled low in his belly. He squeezed his eyes tighter, his thighs trembling as they fell open wider.
Sasuke resumed his ministrations with newfound confidence. His hand enveloped Naruto fully, the pad of his thumb circling the sensitive tip where evidence of Naruto's arousal had gathered. The quiet sounds of skin against slickened skin filled the silence between their breaths as Sasuke established a rhythm that left Naruto's feet flexing against the floor. When Sasuke's free hand ventured lower, finding the slick entrance that betrayed Naruto's omega nature, a shiver ran through Naruto's body—a response he couldn't identify as dread or desire.
Sasuke's hungry eyes locked onto Naruto's, watching him struggle against the pleasure building inside him. Naruto's teeth dug into his swollen bottom lip, a strangled whimper escaping despite his efforts. Sasuke deliberately slowed his strokes to an agonizing crawl, his thumb circling the sensitive head with each upward motion. His free hand slipped lower, fingers gliding through the slick heat between Naruto's thighs. "So wet for me," Sasuke murmured, pressing one finger against Naruto's entrance without pushing in, making him arch and gasp. "I could make you beg for it."
After a minute, Naruto's breathing quickened. He felt the heat pool in his stomach, a burn that spread out to his fingers and toes. His body wanted to squirm, to escape, but Sasuke's hands anchored him in place.
Sasuke leaned in until his breath scorched the shell of Naruto's ear, voice dropping to a predatory growl. "I've heard every desperate sound you make in the shower. The way you muffle your moans with your fist when you're fucking yourself on your fingers." His teeth sank into Naruto's earlobe, the sharp sting making Naruto's cock twitch violently. "Tell me." Sasuke demanded, his finger breached Naruto's slick entrance with deliberate slowness, the intrusion both too much and not nearly enough. "Who do you think about when you fuck yourself?" Naruto's body clenched around the invasion, torn between burning shame and the primal need to arch back and impale himself deeper, to finally ease the throbbing emptiness that made slick drip down his inner thighs.
Heat flooded Naruto's face as his stomach plummeted. His mouth opened, closed, opened again, producing only disconnected syllables that died before becoming words. His throat constricted around the truth—that Sasuke's name had been on his lips every time, that the shower's spray had never been loud enough to mask his desperation. He couldn't meet Sasuke's eyes, couldn't bear the knowing smirk he'd find there, yet couldn't look away either.
Sasuke's eyes darkened to obsidian, his voice dropping to that commanding alpha timbre that bypassed rational thought. "You're going to show me," he said, not a request but a declaration of what would happen. His finger pressed deeper, just enough to make Naruto gasp, before withdrawing to hover at the entrance. "Every. Single. Thing." Each word punctuated by the slightest pressure against Naruto's rim, a promise of penetration withheld. "That you do to yourself when you're alone. And you'll do it exactly how I tell you."
Without warning, Sasuke withdrew his touch, abandoning Naruto's flushed skin to the room's chill. Naruto's lips parted in silent protest, eyes fluttering open to find Sasuke hovering above him, watching with an intensity that made his stomach clench. The heat in Naruto's cheeks deepened, humiliation and raw want battling for dominance.
Something feral ignited in Sasuke's eyes, his pupils swallowing the iris until only a thin ring of black remained. The air thickened with his alpha pheromones, pressing down on Naruto like a physical weight. Sasuke leaned forward, deliberately invading Naruto's space, making him shrink back against the mattress.
"Touch yourself," Sasuke commanded, not a request but an expectation of obedience. When Naruto hesitated, Sasuke's hand shot out, gripping his jaw. "That wasn't a suggestion." His thumb pressed against Naruto's lower lip, forcing it down slightly. "Show me."
Naruto's breath caught when his eyes dropped to the prominent outline straining against Sasuke's jeans. A pearl of slick escaped him at the sight. His cock twitched against his stomach as his fingers inched toward it, even as something stubborn flared in his chest. Sasuke's eyes narrowed dangerously at the hesitation, his other hand coming to rest possessively on Naruto's thigh, fingers digging in just shy of painful.
"Now," Sasuke growled, the single word vibrating with alpha authority that bypassed rational thought and went straight to Naruto's core. His teeth sank into his lower lip as his fingers circled himself, the phantom sensation of Sasuke's touch replacing his own as his eyelids fluttered shut.
Naruto's eyes fluttered open after a few strokes to find Sasuke's jeans already crumpled on the floor, long pale legs stepping free. His hand froze mid-motion, blood rushing to his face so quickly he felt lightheaded.
"Did I tell you to stop?" Sasuke's voice cut through the room, each syllable a command that seemed to physically press against Naruto's chest. Without waiting for permission, Sasuke planted one knee on the mattress, the bed dipping under his weight. "Move," he ordered, not bothering to soften the demand with pleasantries. When Naruto didn't respond instantly, Sasuke's hand shot out, gripping his hip and physically shifting him aside with effortless strength. Naruto's body complied before his mind could process the movement, a distant part of him noting how easily he yielded. That voice of protest would return tomorrow with the sun, but tonight belonged to the heat coursing through his veins.
Sasuke seized control, dropping onto the mattress and yanking Naruto onto his lap with a grip that would leave fingerprints by morning. His cock stood proudly against his stomach, the head glistening with anticipation. "I'm going rub out cocks together," he commanded, his voice a dark promise that brooked no argument, "and you're going to finger yourself for me." Naruto's body betrayed him with a violent tremor, pupils dilating until only a thin ring of blue remained. "That wasn't a question," Sasuke growled, fingers digging possessively into Naruto's hips. "But I expect an answer."
Naruto's mouth opened, then closed, heat flooding his cheeks at being ordered around like this. The command itself—so direct, so possessive—sent an unexpected jolt straight to his groin. His cock throbbed between them, twitching visibly, so sensitive that even the brush of air felt like too much. His eyes widened at his body's betrayal, the ache for release coiling tight in his belly. "Yes," he whispered, the word escaping before he could catch it, surprising himself with how desperately he meant it.
Sasuke wrapped his fingers around both of them, the heat of skin against skin drawing a sharp inhale from Naruto's parted lips. His thumb found the sensitive ridge beneath Naruto's crown as he began a deliberate rhythm, his other hand clamping down on Naruto's hip with bruising force. "Don't move unless I tell you to," he commanded, voice dropping to that alpha register that seemed to vibrate through Naruto's bones. When Naruto's hips instinctively bucked upward, Sasuke's grip instantly constricted around their lengths, punishment and pleasure blurring as his eyes flashed with warning.
Sasuke's voice dropped to a command, low and rough. "Open yourself up for me. Now." His fingers dug into Naruto's hip, leaving crescent-shaped marks from his nails. When Naruto hesitated, Sasuke's pupils dilated until only a thin ring of black remained, and a growl vibrated from deep in his chest. "That wasn't a suggestion." The air around them seemed to thicken with his pheromones, pressing down on Naruto's shoulders like a physical weight.
Naruto reached behind himself, fingertips trembling as they found the slick wetness already pooling at his entrance. His middle finger slipped inside with embarrassing ease, his inner walls clenching desperately around the intrusion. A broken whimper escaped his throat as Sasuke's commanding presence below him made his body yield in ways he'd never experienced before. His head fell back, spine arching involuntarily toward the alpha as he bit his lip hard enough to taste copper, desperate to contain the shameful pleas threatening to spill from his lips.
Sasuke's eyes darkened as he watched Naruto's every movement. "Good boy," he murmured, the praise delivered like a command rather than a compliment. His hand resumed its merciless rhythm around their lengths, his grip calculated to keep Naruto just at the edge. Each time Naruto's movements faltered, Sasuke's fingers would constrict painfully until Naruto learned the unspoken rule—don't stop unless told. "Another finger. Now." The order brooked no argument, and Naruto found himself obeying before his mind could process the words, working a second finger alongside the first as Sasuke's approving growl vibrated through his chest.
Finally, the pressure built to a breaking point, heat coiling tight at the base of his spine. "S-Sasuke," Naruto gasped, the name fracturing on his tongue. "Look at me when you come," Sasuke commanded, voice like steel wrapped in velvet. His free hand circled Naruto's throat, thumb pressing against his thundering pulse, forcing his chin up. "Mine," he growled, the word a declaration of ownership that brooked no argument. With predatory precision, Sasuke yanked him down into a bruising kiss, teeth catching his lower lip before his tongue invaded, claiming every inch. Naruto's body convulsed beneath the alpha's unyielding control, release tearing through him with such force that stars burst behind his eyelids, his cry of pleasure swallowed by Sasuke's demanding mouth.
It took a second for the tremors to die down, but Sasuke's mouth never left his, swallowing every whimper that escaped Naruto's throat. "Stay still," he commanded against Naruto's lips when Naruto tried to pull away. His rhythm grew erratic, one hand clamping Naruto's hip in place with bruising force while the other maintained its merciless grip around their lengths. "Take what I give you," he growled, forcing Naruto to rock exactly how he wanted, controlling every movement as he thrust upward with increasing desperation. When his release finally tore through him, he broke the kiss only to sink his teeth possessively into the junction of Naruto's neck and shoulder.