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bakerstreet2015-09-21 01:22 pm
processions) wrote in bakerstreet2015-09-21 01:22 pm
M/M only if it goes shippy. Character can be aged up. There's a small history in his journal.
[For any REAL age difference, I'd prefer he'd be younger but anyone 18+ is okay. Open to anything else. Crosscanon (all mediums) and canon cool with me.]
[For any REAL age difference, I'd prefer he'd be younger, but I can age him up to 18. Open to anything else. Crosscanon (all mediums) and canon cool with me.]
[For any REAL age difference, I'd prefer he'd be younger, but I can age him up to 18. Open to anything else. Crosscanon (all mediums) and canon cool with me.]
Edited 2015-09-21 19:28 (UTC)
[For any age difference nothing too big please.]
[616 or MCU fusion. Any canon point. Canonmates loved.]
Naruto had always been aware of the dark haired boy whose older brother had taken the fate of his family into his own hands when they were only eight years old.
He'd watched him become a part of the family of men who served solely to serve and protect their Kingdom. He'd seen him grow, watched him change, pondered his loneliness and realised at the ripe old age of seventeen that there was no one else who occupied his most intimate thoughts.
Naruto's Father had accepted Sasuke into the royal guard just over three years ago, and often placed him in teams meant for his only son's protection. Training missions, diplomatic meetings in other Kingdoms, sporting hunts and very single trip Naruto had taken since he'd turned fifteen.
It had driven him mad. Although he and Sasuke rarely spoke, there was a competition there that only Naruto had ever spoken of. Sasuke was always the one he challenged, Sasuke was always the one he watched, and it was Sasuke whom he chose to take his equipment if the whim took him to loosen his load when they travelled. He knew the others spoke of it, he knew they had their thoughts and their assumptions. The truth was, he had barely come to terms with the fact that Sasuke was the last thought he had before he came - acting on that knowledge was something else entirely.
Except today, he'd been presented an opportunity.
Their camp had been prepared, a fire had been started, and Sasuke had been left in charge of the King's son. It had been a long day of riding, after a period of sickness that he'd insisted wouldn't be an issue, but the truth was, he was exhausted. A part of him knew that Sasuke would need to keep him in his sight constantly, and as awkward as it felt, Naruto couldn't deny the call of the cool water creek they'd pitched their tents close to.
Wordlessly, Naruto rose from where he'd sat - poking the fire with a long stick. He fetched a carrot out of their provisions and made his way across to where the horses were. His dark coated, trusted steed deserved the treat, and as soon as he had done paying it some attention he quickly reached up to undo the fastenings of his jacket. It came off easily and he tossed it over the top of his horse, cheeks flushing slightly as he pulled his shirt off too.
He wanted to turn, to see how Sasuke would react, whether he was even looking - but he didn't. Instead, he stripped himself of his pants too, and finally the shorts that had begun to cling to him through the heat of the day.
He'd watched him become a part of the family of men who served solely to serve and protect their Kingdom. He'd seen him grow, watched him change, pondered his loneliness and realised at the ripe old age of seventeen that there was no one else who occupied his most intimate thoughts.
Naruto's Father had accepted Sasuke into the royal guard just over three years ago, and often placed him in teams meant for his only son's protection. Training missions, diplomatic meetings in other Kingdoms, sporting hunts and very single trip Naruto had taken since he'd turned fifteen.
It had driven him mad. Although he and Sasuke rarely spoke, there was a competition there that only Naruto had ever spoken of. Sasuke was always the one he challenged, Sasuke was always the one he watched, and it was Sasuke whom he chose to take his equipment if the whim took him to loosen his load when they travelled. He knew the others spoke of it, he knew they had their thoughts and their assumptions. The truth was, he had barely come to terms with the fact that Sasuke was the last thought he had before he came - acting on that knowledge was something else entirely.
Except today, he'd been presented an opportunity.
Their camp had been prepared, a fire had been started, and Sasuke had been left in charge of the King's son. It had been a long day of riding, after a period of sickness that he'd insisted wouldn't be an issue, but the truth was, he was exhausted. A part of him knew that Sasuke would need to keep him in his sight constantly, and as awkward as it felt, Naruto couldn't deny the call of the cool water creek they'd pitched their tents close to.
Wordlessly, Naruto rose from where he'd sat - poking the fire with a long stick. He fetched a carrot out of their provisions and made his way across to where the horses were. His dark coated, trusted steed deserved the treat, and as soon as he had done paying it some attention he quickly reached up to undo the fastenings of his jacket. It came off easily and he tossed it over the top of his horse, cheeks flushing slightly as he pulled his shirt off too.
He wanted to turn, to see how Sasuke would react, whether he was even looking - but he didn't. Instead, he stripped himself of his pants too, and finally the shorts that had begun to cling to him through the heat of the day.
((ooc: oh hello there. Would you like to do something a little more relevant to canon (14-ish), or are you open to a few AU ideas? Because I have ideas for either Aya meeting Razer while he's still living on Volkreig, or else Razer coming to Oa for training of some kind.))
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