When the Sun went down

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The eternal rival has always held a special place in the Uchiha's heart. Growing up, he realized the abnormality of the attraction he felt for Naruto. The understanding that the opponent’s mind was occupied with Sakura drove him into despair. All those cries about how Sasuke was like a brother to him were finishing off. They did not leave even a faint hope for the already wounded guy. After the war, he was afraid to look him in the eyes, afraid to instill false feelings in him, to deceive the hearts of both. He left him in the village, along with Sakura. If he can't be with him, then at least let Naruto get his. This would have happened if it weren’t for the appearance of more and more new enemies. Ootsutsuki. Momoshiki, Isshiki, Toneri. The non-stop battles bore fruit, Sasuke stumbled in the battle and it cost Naruto his life. Yes, the enemy was defeated, but now, after his death, all this made no sense. The entire apartment was saturated with Uzumaki's chakra, making you believe that he was alive and was about to come out from somewhere. The body began to burn more intensely. Pull out the precious treasure. Fingers. The only thing left after that attack. Pale, cold, but so familiar. The imprint of life is still felt in them. And they were going to destroy it. Slowly sweeping from face to neck and vice versa. Inhale their scent. The hand reached out to pull down his pants. Enjoy it to your heart's content. The sharp contrast of the cold fingers and the hot organ excites the mind more strongly. Slowly, the Uchiha began to move his fingers over his organ. Uzumaki's face filled all his thoughts. How he draws a line with his hands along his body, leaves a scattering of kisses on his skin, whispers words of love, hugs him softly. All this would have happened if he had not stumbled. Don't be such a coward and weakling. The excitement and lust disappeared as if by hand. The smell of someone else's chakra was no longer felt in the apartment, only a nagging emptiness. The fingers did not remind of life, only spreading the stench of death. The realization of what he was about to do filled him with cold horror. Not even a moment had passed before he had already gotten out of someone else's house. He ran away, afraid to see the quiet reproach of the ghost there.