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When Naruto stirs awake, the sky is dark, and he can hear the soft patter of wet snow hitting his window. He should be cold, he thinks after a moment, and he goes to move, goes to turn the heat up, but he can’t. A moment passes, his brain wakes up; his chest is wet and his blanket is a lot heavier than he remembers. Realization dawns on him.
“Sasuke,” he whispers, and the man on top of him grunts, shifts slightly. Naruto laughs but in his half-asleep state it barely comes out as more than a hum. “You’re fucking cold, get off--”
Sasuke sits up slightly, arms slung around Naruto’s neck, and Naruto realizes that he’s being straddled over top his blanket. Sasuke’s cheeks are flushed from the cold, Naruto realizes, and his hair is damp.
“Oh my god, did you come here without a coat?”
Sasuke snorts as he leans forward, pressing their foreheads together, but Naruto catches the knotting in his brows and feels his cold fingers dancing lazily on the hairs at the nape of his neck. “Don’t need one,” Sasuke whispers, and Naruto can see his eyes open a little, see the Rinnegan glow softly from behind his fringe. “I’m not cold.”
Liar.
“Okay, fine,” Naruto says quietly, and he rests his hands against Sasuke’s waist, pushing his blanket down to pool around his lap. Maybe he should have put a shirt on, he thinks as he shivers at the cold air, and his thumbs mindlessly rub little circles into Sasuke’s hip bones. “Take off your shirt, at least, before you soak the bed, you asshole.”
His hands slip below the hem of Sasuke’s shirt and he rubs his sides slowly, calloused hands meeting lightly scarred skin, and he laughs a little when Sasuke shivers underneath his touch. Slowly, he eases his hands up, pushing the shirt higher, and eventually off; it lands somewhere when Naruto tosses it, and he’s not sure where, but he’ll figure it out in the morning.
Wrapping the blanket around Sasuke’s shoulders, Naruto’s hands find Sasuke’s waist again, thumbs rubbing little circles into his skin. Sasuke’s sat up a bit more, watching Naruto closely, and Naruto realizes a moment too late that his Sharingan is activated, meaning even in his exhausted, sleep deprived state, he wants to remember this. His smile widens and he leans up, softly, slowly; he presses his lips against Sasuke’s.
It takes him a moment but Sasuke leans into the kiss eventually with a little noise.
“Mm,” he murmurs finally, and their foreheads are touching again. “Not tonight.”
Even when Sasuke closes his eyes, Naruto can really see the exhaustion on his face. The poor bastard can hardly keep his eyes open, and he’s twenty times more affectionate than he is during the daytime. The circles around his eyes are dark, contrasting against his pale skin, and then Naruto remembers that the idiot walked here in the middle of a snowstorm, no jacket, probably on day three of no sleep.
And he calls Naruto the stupid one.
Naruto runs a thumb along each of the thin scars lining the underside of Sasuke’s pecs and he hums, glancing up at his face, at his closed eyes. He trails a finger along Sasuke’s abdomen, revelling in the soft musculature, the body designed to kill, but which has finally taken a different path. The body who once chose hatred, vengeance, destruction; the body which shifts, turning its back on Naruto to rest against Naruto’s chest, sleep knocking down its door as they sit in silence, taking each other in, drunk on each other’s scent.
“I fucking missed you,” Naruto breathes, pressing his face into the crook of Sasuke’s neck. He can feel Sasuke stir softly, pressing back against him, and he wraps his arms around Sasuke’s torso to pull him as close as he possibly can. The room around them is icy; Konoha’s buildings were not designed for the colder winter nights, but they make do, exchanging body heat beneath Naruto’s favorite fluffy blanket, Sasuke’s fire-natured chakra acting as a space heater. They’re in their own little world, here, and the rest of the world can wait. “Asswipe. Tell me next time you leave.”
Sasuke hums in response, repositions himself so that he’s resting his head against Naruto’s chest, and Naruto can tell that he’s about five minutes away from passing out. He shifts, nuzzling his face into Sasuke’s hair, and he closes his eyes.
He could die like this, he thinks, smiling softly, arms tightening around Sasuke’s still form. If the world ended right now, he’d be perfectly content. Wrapped up with the main thing that’s kept him going for the past four years, the man whose burdens he swore to bear, the man he swore to die with, who has been such a huge piece of his life since he was twelve that he can’t possibly consider a reality without him now that he's finally got him for good.
And despite all that, it’s the little things like this, he realizes, as he pulls the blanket closer around them, as he nestles his face into the side of Sasuke’s neck, as Sasuke nestles his face into the side of Naruto’s. It’s Sasuke’s breathing, how it slowly starts to even out, how he can feel Sasuke curl up against him as if Naruto’s the one keeping them warm. The way Sasuke’s eyes shine when Naruto makes a fool of himself, when he doesn’t think Naruto is paying attention and Sasuke can’t keep his eyes off him.
It’s the way Naruto’s heart, even now, threatens to leap out of his chest at these rare, peaceful moments that he’s able to share with Sasuke now that he isn’t constantly on the hunt; now that Sasuke isn’t on the run anymore.
He slinks down a bit in his bed, Sasuke held tight against his chest, and quietly, carefully, reaches down between them to grab Sasuke’s ass.
“I love you,” Sasuke mumbles, only it comes out as, “You’re an idiot.”
“I know,” Naruto replies, when he means to say, “I love you, too.”