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      Explicit
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  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Naruto
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      Uchiha_Sasuke, Uzumaki_Naruto, Uchiha_Itachi, Deidara, Uzumaki_Menma,
      Kiba_Inuzuka, Hyuuga_Neji, Tenten, Gaara, Nara_Shikamaru, Utakata_
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      Sexual_Tension, friendships, Slow_Build, Will_be_a_HELL_OF_A_LONG_STORY!,
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      SasuNaru_-_Freeform
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      Published: 2017-06-12 Updated: 2018-03-09 Chapters: 13/? Words: 86341
****** Married to My Boss ******
by UsamiSensei
Summary
     Sasuke went through relationships like a pair of socks. He seemed to
     be in a new one every day. But the non-romantic relationship he had
     with his childhood friend, Naruto, was about the only stable
     relationship he had going for him. So, he didn’t want to ruin it by
     facing the undeniable fact that he was somewhat attracted to the
     charismatic, blue-eyed, Adonis-like, blond idiot.
Notes
     This is like my third time posting this story on this site in hopes
     of grabbing some reader traffic, so please be patient with me. I
     thought it over and came to the conclusion that maybe I should make
     the summary more compelling. Hopefully this is better and grabs
     readers' attention. *Fingers crossed!*
***** Mutual Attraction *****
Disclaimer: I don't profit off of making Sasuke and Naruto want to tongue-fuck
each other's throats.
Full summary: Sasuke went through relationships like a pair of socks. He seemed
to be in a new one every day. But the non-romantic relationship he had with his
childhood friend, Naruto, was about the only stable relationship he had going
for him. So he didn’t want to ruin it with facing the undeniable fact that he
was somewhat attracted to the charismatic, blue-eyed, Adonis-like, blond idiot.
In the midst of all that, Itachi has agreed to tutor Naruto's promiscuous baby
cousin who has an interest in ‘something else’ other than hitting the books.
Author's note:I had no idea it would be this difficult to get readership on
this site, but I'm trying hard not to give up. I post publicly (for free) with
just the expectation of comments, otherwise I wouldn't share my stories so
please show your love and leave me some comments and follow if you find
interest in the story! I'm really trying to get used to this site, but it's
been really discouraging lately with barely any responses. ;-(
                       "Why oh, why am I in my bed I lie
                         All alone, my eyes open wide
                      I wonder which one of, which one of
                              y'all finna come up
                        Do it sun down 'til the sun up
                           And she won't tell me no
                          Yes, she gon' come running
                   I keep girls on hold, I'm not being funny
                      But tonight I'm on a different time
                    Want something I've been trying to find
                            Maybe something I done
          left behind." ( - The Prelude. Trey Songz. /Uchiha Sasuke.)
Warning: (18+.) OC(Children.) Character Undergoing Mental illness.
Inappropriate relationship between minor/adult. Yaoi(Male x Male.)
Psychological. Unbeta'd.
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That evening Naruto stormed into the parking lot of his job building, a glare
darkened on his face. He absolutely could not believe that asshole! His
briefcase-bag hanging from his shoulder and swaying with his heated steps, he
ran a hand through his blonde hair. All day he had been ordered around by his
stern, dick-wad of a boss, and best friend since preschool, Uchiha Sasuke. –
Some fucking friend! He couldn't even cut him a break today!
Naruto huffed as he neared his car and then opened the vehicle door, stepping
inside and plopping down with a grunt. He was so damn tired and all he wanted
to do was head home for a cup of instant ramen and then dive face-first onto
his bed. He could feel a yawn bubbling up at the thought. Sasuke honestly
burned him out, though he hadn't seen him much today. The Uchiha basically
called him from his office, by phone, and stated his demands.
It was days like today he wondered what it would be like to go home to someone.
A person that could ease his stress and exhaustion, give him nice shoulder
massage and foot-rub. He made an expression of bliss at that. Ahh, that sounded
like heaven to him right about now. He was sure he could pull that kind of
lover. He was a rather handsome young man, and had even been called gorgeous on
occasion, annoyingly. The messy, golden-blonde hair that grew true from his
roots and the whisker like birth-marks scarring his cheeks that others had
always been weirded out by when he was younger, were now seen as attractive.
Then there was his bright, azure eyes and lean, slender body. Yeah, he guessed
he could get anyone he wanted if he really wanted to. That was IF he wanted to,
because he didn't want just any lover. No. He would rather leave that place
reserved for the 'dick-wad' he was in love with, Uchiha Sasuke. It was stupid
and torturous for him to even have the feelings he harbored for Sasuke, but
they were feelings he learned to bury and deal with on his own.
"Shit, I feel so stuffy and tired. I hope he's pleased with himself." Naruto
undid the first two buttons of his crisp, white dress shirt before glancing at
the watch on his wrist. Damn, it wasn't even that late and he was ready for
bed. He put his phone in it's holder in the car, making sure it was secure. He
then breathed a sigh and searched his slacks pockets for his keys, finding them
in his left pocket and put the car key in the ignition, starting the car up,
the engine roaring to life.
After adjusting the rear-view mirror to his preferred position, he fluently
backed out of his parking-space in the lot underground of his work place, The
Sharingan Branch of Uchiha Corp., and drove for the exit, soon taking off down
the streets of Tokyo. He found himself bored within time and decided to turn on
some music when he came to a stop light. "There's gotta be something good
playing tonight," He reached over and switched through the stations since he
forgot his aux cord at home and he was sick of the CDs he had in his car. He
stopped on a station he listened to very often, lightly bobbing his head. "This
will do." He said to himself, grinning.
The beat was compelling against his eardrums and he gripped the steering-wheel,
stepping on the gas after seeing that the light had changed.
"Know you say you down with it. Won't tell 'em how you hit the ground with it,
girl, you know I'm from Chicago! I act a fool, Bobby Brown with it! Nobody take
me out, though! You got gifts bring 'em down the South Pole," The young man
muttered to himself in a smooth, honeyed voice. He had a hidden talent for
singing, weirdly enough. In the midst of him trilling along to the melody, his
phone went off and he came to a stop sign, so quickly he reached over and
touched the bright screen, answering it and putting it on speaker.
"Yes, Dad?" He answered, stepping on the gas once again, his eyes focused on
the road.
"Naruto, have you seen Menma?"His adoptive father, Iruka, practically yelled
through the device and the blonde turned the music down.
"Heh? Menma? ..No, I haven't heard from him since I dropped him off at school
this morning. Why?" He inquired, arching a brow and he heard the man groan out
in frustration.
"He's still not home yet! I swear that child…"
Naruto tilted his lips, exhaling through his nose. What could they do? Menma
was Menma, his biological cousin, but more like Naruto's little brother. When
Menma stayed out at all hours of the night they worried about him.
"I'll try to find him." Naruto told him, his tone reassuring.
"Thank you. You're such a good child. Why can't that boy learn a thing or two
from you?" His father uttered and Naruto laughed a bit.
"Well don't forget I had my rebellious years too, Dad."
"Oh, don't even get me started thinking about that. I'm just glad it's passed.
Get home safe."
"Alright, I will. And don't worry. I'll see if I can find him." Naruto replied,
making a turn at a corner and then he hung up the call.
Naruto had the average life. A great job, trust-worthy, long-time friends, a
wonderful family and nice home of his own. But, of course, in his condo it was
just him, most of the time, unless he was having friends over, but otherwise he
was alone. No boyfriend, no girlfriend, nobody.
Life was a struggle for him as a child, especially having been raised in an
orphanage, never knowing who his real parents were. It had toughened him as a
person and no matter how difficult it had been for him, it taught him a lot
about the misfortunes in life. Menma was placed in the orphanage Naruto grew up
in when Naruto was about ten and he was sincerely grateful for that day, no
matter how unfortunate the circumstances had been, because Menma was the only
family that he knew, and maybe even had left.
Iruka adopted the both of them together, something he was more than thankful
for because how often did that happen with orphans? Often orphans were
separated from their kin through the adoption system and the last thing he
wanted was to lose his little cousin. Menma had a hard life as well, tougher
than Naruto's, even before he was orphaned at the age of five, so Naruto felt
he needed to look out for him. Where the hell he could've gone tonight? He had
no idea.
Naruto grunted when his phone ringer went off again and glanced at the caller
ID. It was Sasuke. If he wanted him to come back and work late he was out of
his damn mind. Answering the phone, he tried to sound cheerful.
"Yes, Teme!"
The man gave a deep growl and Naruto heard papers shuffling.
"Naruto, don't patronize me with that tone. And what have I told you? It's
Sasuke-san or Uchiha-sama when I'm in the office."
Naruto's mouth fell open, blushing slightly. "How was I patronizing you? How
else did you want me to answer your call? 'Yeah, what the fuck do you want, you
bastard?' That really would've pissed you off," Naruto laughed, giving a roll
of his eyes. "And you're in the office. Not me. I don't have to be respectful
after-hours. Stop being grumpy, okay?"
"Look I need to have these files sorted by Friday and the schedule of the
meeting planned out by tomorrow so yes, I'm a little fucking grumpy, dobe.
However, that's nothing related to what I called you for," He said, his voice
tired and strained. "I need you to pick up Daisuke for me. He had club
activities but I completely forgot about the time, and I'll be leaving the
office pretty late tonight, so can you?"
"Of course I can."
Naruto heard a sigh of relief leave the man.
"But I think a 'please' is in order." The Uchiha sucked his teeth at that and a
grin split on Naruto's face. That wouldn't be so hard. "Come on, I deserve a
bit of appreciation."
"Pl-pl-please…?"
"Thank you," He smirked, knowing how hard it was for the man to even utter
please or beg. "I'll be on my way right now." He ended the call to let Sasuke
get back to work and took off for the child's school.
Uchiha Daisuke, he was Sasuke's pride and joy, his only child. Sasuke,
unfortunately, knocked up a girl when he was fifteen and by the age of sixteen
he had become a father. Naruto had, had feelings for him then, too. He liked
Sasuke a lot, ever since he, himself was at least twelve, but the raven was
always a bit, girl-crazy (and Naruto used that term lightly) so he knew for a
fact the Uchiha wasn't into guys and even though he felt angry sometimes and
jealous of those girlfriends, he swallowed his own hurt-feelings and stood
behind Sasuke one hundred percent. Hell, he practically helped Sasuke raise
Daisuke throughout their teenage years, and not because he felt he had to or
felt like he should, but because he wanted to.
He thought of Daisuke as his own at times, but over the years Naruto realized
one day Sasuke would get married and find that person to take his place in
Daisuke's life.
===============================================================================
"-What the hell! Lady, chill out!" Naruto dodged a book that came flying passed
his head.
The attacker was fair skinned, her hair was up in a bun and her face flushed
from the exhaustion of her paranoia. "Uchiha-san said nothing about anybody
picking up Daisuke-kun," She then gasped. "You're one of those sick perverts
that waits outside schools aren't you? Blond hair, blue eyes, you're a
foreigner! I've heard about your kind!"
Naruto blinked, taken aback. What the fuck was this lady on?! "Okay, that was
uncalled for, lady. I don't have time for this."
A child then came into the classroom, humming to himself and drying his small
hands with a paper towel. He was dressed nicely in red, knee-high shorts and a
black sweater with a white collar and black uwabakis. His brown eyes glancing
up from his hands when he heard the commotion, he spotted his favorite blonde
in the whole wide world!
"Naru-chan!" The boy dashed over to the Uzumaki and hugged his leg, looking up
at him.
"Hey, Daisuke!" Naruto grinned, breaking his attention away from the teacher.
The teacher's face faltered and she started second guessing herself. "Wait…
Daisuke? You know this man?" The woman asked, her eyes wavering.
"Mhm. He's my Daddy's friend? Why?" His head tilted in curiosity and Naruto had
a boastful smirk on his face, his hands on his hips.
"I am so sorry!" She bowed her head to the Uzumaki, apologizing frantically. "I
had no idea! His father didn't call me so…"
"Yeah, well I understand. I heard about your 'kind' as well, ya know, the crazy
kind."
The last fifteen minutes consisted of the woman trying to explain herself,
apologizing profusely and then she calling the child's father for confirmation.
Something she should have done in the first place.
"She's a substitute. I thought she was kind of weird too." Daisuke whispered
and Naruto laughed, looking down at him.
This lady was fucking insane!
===============================================================================
His home was an average-sized condo with a sofa, coffee table in the centre of
the living room and a flat-screen television was across from the sofa. The
kitchen was through a brown door and his bedroom was through the narrow hall
leading out of the living room, along with a bathroom and laundry room.
Naruto opened the door to his place, letting out a relieved sigh as he stepped
in first, the child following behind him with his backpack on his shoulders.
Naruto tossed his keys in a basket on the short plant table in the corner of
the genkan and loosened his tie, unable to help yawning.
"Alright, Daisuke," He turned his head to look at the boy who was looking
around aimlessly. "There's the remote to watch TV. I'm gonna go fix us
something to eat, okay? Sit tight." He informed and the boy hesitantly nodded,
holding the straps to his backpack.
When he saw Naruto walk through the kitchen doors, Daisuke plopped down on the
sofa. No matter how many times he came over here he always thought about how
Naruto lived in such a small place. To him at least.
He was used to bigger, better. But this was kind of like his second home. It
was cozy.
===============================================================================
Naruto stood at the counter waiting on the two cups of ramen noodles that he
already filled with water and covered so the noodles could cook. His hunger
grew every second and his stomach growled as the half-cooked scent hit his
nose. He was only in a dress shirt, slacks and socks, quite comfortable after a
long day's work.
He looked out the corner of his eyes when the kitchen door squeaked open and
Daisuke came in.
"Um… hi." Daisuke said nervously, waving a hand.
Naruto chuckled, turning to face him. "Hello," He smiled. "What can I do for
you?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to talk." The child stated, blush spreading across his
cheeks and Naruto nodded, taking a seat and then Daisuke climbed up on a chair.
"So, Naru-chan, you don't have a mommy?"
The blonde's eyes widened at the sudden question and then he blinked once. "…I
don't."
The boy then nodded nervously in remembrance. Sometimes he forgot that Naruto
was just like him, with how happy and cheerful The Uzumaki always seemed. "Ah,
r-right.. so it's alright to talk to you."
Uchiha Daisuke was a very bright boy who resembled his father a good deal in
his younger years, of course him being an Uchiha, but Naruto realized that as
the boy got older the boy was beginning to resemble his mother who was rather
gorgeous mother herself. His long, black hair was laced into a French braid
along his back while some small, fine hairs fanned along his hairline. Another
trait he obtained from his father was his flawless, snow white skin. Yes,
Daisuke was a beautiful child of both Spanish and Japanese descendent.
Naruto mentally fawned as the boy looked at him with big, gooey brown eyes.
"I got in trouble today." He mumbled, his eyes saddening and Naruto looked at
him sternly.
"Dai…"
"But!" He said loudly, leaning on the kitchen table. "It's only because this
kid was teasing me! He said I didn't have a mother so I pushed him!" He blurted
out.
"Explain."
"Today there was an assignment in class," He began dreadfully. "You had to
write ten things you love about your mother, but I didn't have anything 'cause
I don't know my mother. Then, this kid just started teasing me when he saw my
paper blank.." His voice trembled and Naruto could tell he was about to cry. A
tear welled up in the child's eye but Daisuke quickly wiped it away. "You said
I shouldn't cry and.. I tried." His lips quivered.
"It's okay, Dai. You can cry." Naruto got up and walked over to him before
kneeling down. "Hey, it's alright. Not everyone has a mother and I know it's
hard, but you don't have to hold it in." Naruto remembered the last time he
gave the boy that advice and Daisuke was still holding to it. Probably not his
best advice.
"It's okay, ya know," Naruto cupped the boy's face, his thumbs wiping away his
tears. "Your father does pretty well with women, right? Maybe you'll get a
step-mother soon." He uttered, the painful undertone in his voice hard to mask
and he forced a tight smile.
"Daddy's a big, stupid head with women!" The raven retorted, puffing out his
cheeks and Naruto laughed lightly.
"Yeah, I can't disagree there. But maybe you will have a mother, that is, if
your father settles down." The Uzumaki nodded, his expression assuring.
"Why can't he settle down with you, Naru-chan?" Daisuke cried and the Uzumaki
hugged him tight in his embrace, disappointment glinting in his gaze. Daisuke
sobbed on his shoulder and Naruto's blue eyes softened as he smoothed his hand
down the boy's head.
"I know.. I wish that could be the answer." He attempted soothed.
The small Uchiha sniffled, tightening his hold on the blonde. His heart hurt.
Why couldn't Naruto be a mother to him? Even if he was a guy. He was already
like a mother to him. The boy had never known his his real mom. He didn't even
know what she looked like because his father refused to show him that photo
album. And his father didn't like speaking about her, either.
"Daisuke," Naruto leaned up and the small Uchiha rubbed is nose. "Let's have
some ramen, okay? I know you're hungry. And then we can watch a movie?" He
suggested, patting the child's shoulders, working to his comfort him.
Daisuke weakly nodded, wiping his face.
Naruto had a small smile curve onto his lips. "That's my Dai."
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He was the pure definition suave. As smooth as chocolate. The man of every
woman's, and even man's erotic fantasies. Sasuke headed up the steps of
Naruto's condo, tall, handsome and wearing a black Armani suit that pressed
finely against his lean, muscular build. The fringes of his silky, midnight
hair brushed against his high cheekbones in the wind, framing his sensual
features and intense, slate eyes. His skin was pale, flawless, an angelic
white, but he was far too devilish for there to be anything angel-like about
him. Sasuke fished his pocket for the spare key to Naruto's condo, which of
course he possessed. He and Naruto both had the keys to each other's places.
He found the key and unlocked the door. It was going on one in the morning, so
Daisuke was probably asleep at this hour. He had hoped to finish at the office
sooner, but that didn't go as planned. He stepped into the place, shutting the
down behind him and then taking off his shoes at the genkan. It was dark, only
the TV illuminating the room as he strolled into the living room and then his
dark eyes spotted Naruto and his son asleep on the sofa, obviously after having
a great deal of snacks because the wrappers were spread out all on the coffee
table.
He neared the occupied furniture and a small smile quirked at the corner of his
lips at the sight of his son and Naruto sprawled on the sofa.
He momentarily stared at the Uzumaki's sleeping expression, watching his chest
fall and rise. He always adored Naruto's sleeping face, strangely enough.
Sometimes he thought the idiot had to be the sexiest blonde he had ever seen,
even the way he slept was captivating. Then there were times he thought it was
odd to have those thoughts about his best friend, who was also a guy. However,
over time, he learned not to care since they were close like that. He was
appreciating Naruto's beauty. Nothing wrong with that. Naruto was certainly
sexier than any woman he had seen.
Giving a shake of his head, he emptied his mind of how cute Naruto looked at
the moment. Naruto was a guy, after all. Now women, those lovely dolls were
cute. Though, Naruto's full, slightly parted lips looked far tastier than any
woman's. He subtly cleared his throat and moved his eyes onto Daisuke,
eventually noticing his tear-stained face. A perfect, dark brow rose in concern
and he tapped Naruto's shoulder.
"No more candy, Dai.." Naruto murmured, his face twitching in irritation.
Sasuke snorted, rolling his eyes and shook him this time. "Dobe."
"Teme.." Naruto grunted, shifting his body bit and the Uchiha was surprised
Naruto actually heard that in his sleep.
He frowned in annoyance and flicked him on the cheek with fingers. Wincing
harshly at the sting, Naruto finally woke up, his blue eyes half-lidded. "Hm…
Sa'suke?" He grumbled, rubbing his eyes and the man simply nodded. "Damn, took
you long enough." He took his time sitting up and stretched his arm, bones
cracking as he did so. "..Fuck."
"Thanks for watching him, Naruto." Sasuke showed him a grateful smile and
Naruto, looking still half-asleep, reached his hand out to him, expectantly.
"Hn. What would I do without you, goldilocks?" Sasuke smirked, smacking the
inside of Naruto's hand so hard the sound resounded throughout the room and he
felt the sting himself, his grip tight.
Naruto scrunched his face at the aching impact, hissing out in pain. "Owww,
Sasuke! That shit hurt!" He pouted, yanking his hand away from the Uchiha and
glanced at his now reddened palm.
"Hn," Sasuke chuckled, waving his own stinging hand. "I know. I felt that too.
It probably hurt you more though, huh?"
Naruto wiggled his fingers. Sasuke's hand may look delicate, but his hands were
bigger and a lot rougher than his. "You play too much."
Sasuke looked back at Daisuke. "He was crying?" He fluently leaned down,
letting his hand caress the child's tear-stained cheek.
Naruto nodded, rubbing hand against his other in order to soothe it. "Some kid
was picking on him," He mentioned, glaring. Kids were so damn mean.
Sasuke's dark eyes hardened. Nobody messed with his. He felt maybe he should
start teaching the boy how to fight for himself instead of crying about it.
"I should teach him how to punch assholes in the face." The man stated, the bit
in his tone sharp and Naruto looked at him. "What? Clearly an asshole made him
cry."
"An asshole would know." Naruto snickered.
"Oh yes. Very funny, dobe. I hope you had him brush his teeth before he fell
asleep."
Naruto had an expression on guilt claim his face.
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After getting home, Sasuke laid his suit jacket onto the back of sofa and
Daisuke walked passed him, silent.
"Daisuke?" He called.
The boy turned to him with exhausted eyes. Sasuke hated to see that stressed
look on his face, but he needed to talk to him. He beckoned him over and the
child slowly walked over to him.
They both took a seat on the big sofa and the boy was silent beside him, his
fists balled in his lap.
"What happened today?" He questioned, arching an concerned eyebrow at him.
His son shrugged, pouting. "Nothing." He didn't want to stress his father out
any more than he already was.
Sasuke eyed him, expecting that answer. Naruto already explained what had been
troubling the small Uchiha, but Sasuke wanted to hear it from Daisuke's mouth.
He didn't want him to feel like he couldn't tell him his problems. He always
wanted Daisuke to know that he was here for him. "Did you get teased today?" He
inquired, placing a hand on the child's head.
The boy's eyes saddened. "Mmhm."
Sasuke sighed, dragging his fingers through the child's hair comfortingly.
"About what?"
Puffing out his cheeks, Daisuke replied, "I don't have a mother and the other
kid thought it was funny."
The Uchiha rubbed a hand over the back of his own neck. How was he supposed to
fix this?
"Hn. What about your grandmother? She's like a mother, sort of." He said,
grabbing the backpack off his back.
"Grandma is Grandma." He murmured dryly with a frown, letting his father take
off his backpack and put it down on the floor near the coffee table.
"Right," Sasuke sighed again, turning back to the child. "…What about Yuka-
chan, she could be a nice mother one day." A smug smile curved onto his face.
"Daddy, you dumped her yesterday." He reminded, eying at him obviously. With
the help of his uncle, Itachi, they got rid of that evil bitch! Or so Itachi
called her.
Sasuke's eyes instantly narrowed. He had already known that, that had been the
work of his big brother and Daisuke. They completely wrecked his date yesterday
night because she was 'no good for him', as Itachi put it. Heh, that man was a
pure demon who just loved to torture him. What did he know? "I did, didn't I?"
He eyed his son, skeptically.
"Uh-huh." Daisuke surely nodded.
"Well, tell me what kind of mother you would like." His father leaned back
against the sofa, his hair a bit strewn from his day of work.
Daisuke tapped his finger on his chin, tilting his lips. "…Naru-chan."
Sasuke's eyes widened.
"Hn?"
"Naru-chan."
"Dai', Naruto is a man." He chuckled deeply.
The boy gave a nod. "I know, but I don't care that he's a guy. He could be a
good mother for me. Grandma even thought so when we talked about it," He
beamed, grinning widely. "Unless I have Naru-chan as a mother I won't be
happy." He voiced strictly.
Sasuke nodded, thinking to himself. Maybe, he could make that happened.
"Fine." He stood from the sofa and picked up his son, raising the child in his
arms and Daisuke threw his arms around his neck. "It's late, so it's bath time
and brushing your teeth because I know Naruto didn't enforce that rule." He
looked Daisuke in the eyes and then the boy looked away from him, of course
knowing better than not have brushed his teeth, even when Sasuke wasn't there
to enforce that rule himself. "Daisuke?"
Daisuke pouted, looking back at his father with wavering eyes. "No! He did,
Daddy! He told me to brush my teeth!"
Sasuke's gaze narrowed. "Don't lie for him, Daisuke."
"Whaaa? I'm not lying, Daddy!" Daisuke laughed, unable to keep it in.
===============================================================================
Naruto strolled through the company building the next day, holding some files
close to his chest, grinning from ear to ear. He was happy today. He didn't
have Sasuke calling him every second and telling him to do more tasks than he
could handle in an hour. Yes, today was going to be a good day. ...Why did he
feel like he forgot something last night, though?
"Morning, Naruto!" Kiba looked up from his office computer screen after
checking to see what company packages should be arriving today and eyed Naruto
expectedly. "Sasuke running you into the ground hard today or what, bruh?"
The blonde stopped, turning to him with an odd gaze. "Surprisingly, no."
"Really?" Sakura cut in, walking away from the main office printer, eying him
oddly. "Sasuke-kun usually tells you to do a thousand things at once. What do
you know, he might have a heart today, Naruto." She smiled, patting his back
and the Uzumaki shook his head.
"I doubt that." He replied, pursing his lips. All the other employees were hard
at work in the incorporation building, which was fucking huge. That was why he
was actually rushing to get these files to the Engineering department, and that
was on the fucking twelfth floor.
"How is Daisuke-kun?" Sakura chimed, stepping forward. They were all close
friends, so it was no secret that Sasuke had a child and they simply adored the
boy. They hadn't seen him in a while though.
"He's fine… I guess. I mean, he's dealing with a few assholes at school, but
he's good."
"I sure wouldn't want to have Sasuke as a father. He's the asshole Daisuke has
to deal with at home," Kiba scoffed, frowning. "Can you believe he won't give
me a damn raise?"
"C'mon, Kiba. He may not seem like it, but Sasuke is a great father," Naruto
said defensively with a roll of his eyes and Kiba sucked his teeth, obviously
uncaring of that fact. Sometimes Naruto just wished Sasuke would give Kiba the
damn raise so he would stop being so grumpy in the morning.
"Kiba, Naruto respects Sasuke-kun, unlike you dog-brain, and he's right. Sasuke
takes good care of Daisuke. I've seen it myself," The bubble gum haired woman
scolded and the messy hair man bared his canines at her. "Lighten up, idiot."
"Naruto-kun," The three looked at the red haired woman that approached them and
she pushed her glassed further onto her nose. "Uchiha-san would like to see you
in his office." Sasuke's secretary, Karin, informed him.
"Oh. Okay." Naruto nodded, walking over to set the files he had down on his
desk and then left to go see what Sasuke needed of him today.
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When he reached the Uchiha's office, he knocked on the door and got a discreet
'come in'. Naruto turned the knob and walked in, blue eyes gazing at the man
sitting at his desk.
Sasuke bit down on the end of a silver pen, dark eyes glued to the desktop
screen. He heard the door close behind Naruto before glancing away from the
screen.
"Ah, Naruto. Take a seat." He gestured his hand toward a sofa-chair in his
office and Naruto cautiously moved towards it, taking a seat. The Uchiha was
being strangely nice to him today.
"What, man?"
"I have a proposition for you." Sasuke leaned back in his chair and the blonde
stared at him in confusion.
"Oh. A proposition..?"
"A proposal." Sasuke simply rephrased the term to where Naruto could better
comprehend it. Naruto wasn't a fan of difficult words.
Naruto dumbly blinked, but put on an understanding smile.
The Uchiha's gaze narrowed. "Dammit, Naruto. I want you to do something for
me!"
"Oh.I got you!" Naruto grinned, nodding. And, no. He was not this ditzy because
he was a blonde. He naturally had trouble with grammar... and anything else
academic related. ...He barely made it out of high school, but Sasuke had been
his savior. "Man, chill sometimes. Don't get so worked up. What do you need
from me?" He went onto ask.
"I want you to become Daisuke's mother." He demanded, his expression serious
and the Uzumaki's eyes grew wide.
"What? What the hell..? What are you talking about?"
"You heard me." Sasuke snorted arrogantly.
"Yeah, I heard you but-"
"I'll give you a raise." The raven negotiated.
"Okay, the fact that you want to pay me to be branded as Daisuke's 'mother' is
wrong on so many levels," Naruto rolled his eyes, getting up. This was dumb.
And Sasuke had said a lot of dumb shit in his life, but this topped the cake.
"I know I've been that person in his life, but ultimately you need to find the
woman to take on that role. Not me.. I'm just... I do what I can." He
sheepishly said, rubbing the back of his neck.
"He told me he wanted you. What can I say to him? No?" He argued firmly,
reclining back with a sigh and Naruto felt bad.
"Sasuke… I can't." He replied unfortunately, giving a shake of his head. "You
can't just decide to brand me as his mother. That's not how this works, you
know. And wouldn't that seem weird to you? I'm a guy, and I'm pretty sure your
future wife wouldn't like that very much," He added, laughing a bit.
Sasuke shook his head, pulling open the drawer of his desk and whipped out a
photo. "Usuratonkachi, could you really say no to this?" The man held the photo
up and Naruto swallowed, guilt building in the pit of his stomach. "This child
wants a mother and not any normal woman, he wants you." He explained and the
blue eyed male cussed under his breath. It was a picture of baby Daisuke on the
verge of tears.
"Sasuke, you're my best friend but.. wait, dude. You have pictures of your son
stored in your work desk? What the hell are you using those for?" He asked
completely dumbfounded. Sasuke whipped it out on reflex, like he black-mailed
people with it every day. He wouldn't be shocked if that was the case either.
Sasuke's face stayed firm, his tone indifferent. "No, not only of my child."
Naruto sighed.
"I also have pictures of old pets that I assume Itachi murdered with his bare
hands," He snarled, his lips twitching at the thought of his older brother.
"Oh, and one of Itachi when he got poison ivy that time, and a couple of my
mother, who I adore. Would you like to see a photo of Daisuke in a cute little
ninja cosplay, he was so adorable that Halloween." He rummaged around in the
drawer and inwardly Naruto's felt a sweat-drop fall from his brow.
"Sasuke, I already know how cute he was because I'm with you guys every
Halloween."
"Right," Sasuke looked at the Halloween photo he retrieved, smiling proudly. "I
know. But I get so much enjoyment out of looking back at his most adorable
costumes."
Naruto had a small grin on his lips.
"Look, you know I do everything I can to make sure Daisuke is the happiest
child in the world. You're what makes him happy, and I'll stop at nothing
unless you take the offer. I want him to have an amazing childhood, Naruto. I
don't want him to feel faulted because he doesn't have a mother. That's my
fault," The man acknowledged genuinely. He blamed himself for not giving
Daisuke a mother worthy of him as a son. "You are deemed worthy of being his
mother, since you have practically been there since he was born, and I thank
you for that."
"Yeah.. I have." He agreed with a nod.
Sasuke put his son's picture away. "Thing is, you weren't there because you
felt like you needed to be. You wanted to be, even though it wasn't your
responsibility. But still, you were there for us and you helped me raise him."
Isabella, Daisuke's mother, ditched both him and her son years ago. Sasuke
regretted ever being with her in the first place because of the outcome of
their tumultuous relationship. He wished he had known the woman could be so
irresponsible and indifferent towards her own child before he knocked her up.
Although, it was too late for such regrets now. What's done was done.
Naruto stared at the Uchiha, admiration in his eyes. Sasuke really was a great
father, always willing to do anything for Daisuke. He had known that since they
were teenagers, and even being asked of this, it wouldn't change anything.
"Sasuke, you should know you don't have to ask me.
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to be continued...
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                        "But we've been friends so long
                            That it seems so wrong.
                  And everyone can see you're perfect for me.
                         But I just can't let it show.
                         I've been thinkin' about you.
                Boy, it's killing me and I got to let you know
                                Baby (tell me)
                           Do you feel it like I do?
                   'Cause we both know what could go - down
        if we get too close." (- Too Close. Ariana Grande. /SasuNaru.)
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Sasuke smiled at the answer he received, his gaze expectant.
"No matter what, I'm going to be there for Daisuke, you know this. You don't
have to ask me because I'll always be the one he sees as 'mother', which I find
strange considering I am a guy," Naruto laughed, giving a humorous shake of his
head and Sasuke chuckled. "And until you find the right woman to help you raise
him properly, I'll continue to do what I can for him." His heart tightened in
his chest at the thought of being replaced by the woman Sasuke would spend the
rest of his life with.
"Hn. Well, even if I get married, you'll still be mine and his number one,
dobe."
Naruto frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. "Oh, I'm sure. As if you
don't ditch me for every pretty thing you date, asshole. We are best friends,
will be until we die."
"Idiot, I don't ditch you. I just get caught up," Sasuke sighed, rolling his
seat back. "And don't worry. Soon I'll settle down with the right woman."
The blonde rolled his eyes, scuffing out a laugh. "You find the right woman?"
Sasuke glared at the blonde, hearing the 'yeah right' in his tone.
"You know, you have a girlfriend already." Naruto scratched his head, annoyed.
He would rather not hear Sasuke talk about getting married from his own lips.
"No," The pale man glanced down at some files on his desk, his eyes squinted
and brow furrowed. "We broke up, apparently. It's fine though. She was too
clingy." He couldn't stand clingy women, so maybe Daisuke and Itachi had done
him some good.
"How do you forget you broke up with someon... You know what? Never mind. What
do you want me to do? Anything Daisuke needs of me I'll do." Naruto told him,
the corner of his mouth twitching in annoyance. Sasuke dumped another one, yet
again, and spoke as if it was nothing. It really made him think twice about his
own feelings sometimes. If he and Sasuke were together would the Uchiha handle
their relationship as frivolously as the ones with the women he dated? Maybe it
was a good thing that Sasuke didn't know about his feelings.
"Hn, let's see," Sasuke loosened his tie and then reclined back. "Would you
mind picking him up from school today? Maybe take him somewhere for some fun?
We haven't really had time for that lately. I feel bad, I haven't put in the
time for 'us' because everything is so hectic right now." He murmured, the
guilt apparent in his dark eyes.
"Yeah. I can do that," Naruto stood up, getting a glance from the raven and
flashed him a wide grin. "Daisuke will understand though. Don't beat yourself
up over it, teme."
Sasuke sighed, doubtful. "Will he?"
"Of course he will. And we all know, you showing self-pity is nonexistent.
You're an egoistic prick. "
"An egoistical prick? Naruto, you may be putting your job the line with such
insults," Sasuke threatened the Uzumaki with a half-hearted, narrowed
expression, but Naruto merely waved him off. Sasuke snorted and rolled his eyes
before he put up a finger. "I do have one more favor to ask of you as well,
dobe."
"Yes, yes, what is it, Master?" Naruto inquired, bowing his head to the man,
sarcasm cloaking the action.
Sasuke's eyes widened in amusement and he felt a rush of heat threatening his
face. He knew Naruto was joking with the whole 'Master' bit, but why did he
find that to be such a turn on. He subtly cleared his throat, his pants seeming
as if they had become tighter in reaction to Naruto's mock of submission. "I
have a date on Saturday. Would you mind keeping Daisuke with you on that
night?"
"Uh, yea-" Naruto stopped mid-nod and looked at the man. "Wait, what? How could
you possibly have a date on Saturday? You just remembered that you're no longer
in a relationship not even two minutes ago."
Sasuke picked up his cell phone off of his desk and waved it around, smirking.
"I do have somewhat of a waiting-list, Naruto. Can't keep them waiting for too
long."
"Oh my God, Sasuke. You are such a whore."
The insult stinging a bit, Sasuke frowned. "You know what else you can do for
me?"
Naruto scowled at him. "What?"
"Get the hell out of my office!" Sasuke shouted, the order stern and humorless.
"Sasuke," Naruto strolled toward the Uchiha's desk and stared him directly in
the eyes. Naruto then reached out and playfully swiped at the man, Sasuke
fluently taking hold of his wrist. "Don't fuckin' talk to me like that,
asshole." He laughed, trying to move his hand and smack him in the head, but
The Uchiha's hold was tight around his wrist.
Sasuke chuckled and looked Naruto in his bright eyes, his asshole-boss demeanor
broken. "I'm sorry, you're right. You are the mother of my child, honey." He
said smoothly, his smirk breath-taking.
Naruto felt like hot steam blew from his ears and his face burned red, his
golden locks shadowed his eyes. "Oh shut up, idiot." He pulled his hand back
and then turned around, heading for the door. "You're such a pervert." Naruto
remarked, opening the door and leave out, slamming the door behind him.
Sasuke's handsome smirk faltered and slowly, his eyebrow rose in realization.
"Did he just call me a pervert?" He asked himself, stroking his chin. He was in
no way a pervert, or maybe he was considering…?
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Naruto leaned his back against the wall outside his Sasuke's office, his heart
beating so hard he could feel it when he placed his hand on his chest. 'Stupid,
teme! Always saying dumb shit!' He shut his eyes and he took a deep breath. The
phone in his pocket then began to vibrate and he snapped out of his fluster,
reaching in his slacks pocket for it
He wasn't supposed to take personal calls on the job, but he didn't actually
care. He glanced at the cell screen and then answered it, bringing it to his
ear.
"Yes-"
"Naruto!" A voice shouted, anger practically radiating through the device.
Naruto flinched at the tone and face-palmed. What had he done now?
"H-Huh?" He replied, dumbfounded.
"Don't 'huh' me! Menma hasn't come home yet and you told me you'd find him last
night!"
"Oh shit," The voice over the phone reminded him to watch his language and he
apologized to his father. Fuck, fuck, FUCK. He knew he forgot to do something
last night. "I'm so sorry, Dad. Last night I got distracted. You see, Sasuke
asked me to get Daisuke from school and he didn't come pick him up until late
and I was tired–I'm so so sorry! After work I promise I'll find him." He told
him with certainty, lacing his fingers through his blonde hair stressfully. He
was going to kill Menma.
"Naruto, I don't mean to yell at you. I'm just so worried Menma has gone and
gotten himself into trouble."
"Mhmm. ..I know, but I told you I would find him and completely forgot. It's my
fault."
"You were busy. And this is Menma's fault, honestly. ...So how are Sasuke-kun
and Daisuke, hm?"
Naruto smiled, stepping his foot over the other. "They're fine. I'll probably
be around them a lot more though. We haven't been able to spend that much
together these past couple of months."
"That's good. I know you missed that. He dumped another one, huh?"
"Yeeeah. You know him. Anyway, I can't talk for too long, so I have to go, and
I'll find Menma. He's probably in Shibuya somewhere."
"Okay, love you."
"Love you too." Naruto ended the call and slipped his cell back into his
pocket.
Exhaling deeply, he felt his chest. He was stressed out, and Menma was so dead
when he got his hands on him! Who the hell did he think he was, not going home
last night? Ugh. No, forget dead. Menma might as well message the world through
Twitter that he was 'deceased' as of that moment. Naruto stopped glaring and
turned his head, looking at Karin who was at her usual secretary post, sitting
at the high desk adjacent to Sasuke's office. She glanced at him with question
and he laughed sheepishly, giving a wave before walking away from Sasuke's
office door.
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The Hyuga child was seated silently at his desk, opening the bento his mother
cooked him this morning. He was exceptionally handsome, taking after his father
in looks while having his mother's dark, chestnut eyes. He was dressed clad in
crisp, green knee-length shorts, a black sweater with a white collar, and a tie
adorned the collar. His long, brunette hair was pulled into a ponytail, the
tresses flowing down his back and a cool demeanor surrounded him. His
expression was stoic while the other kids shared lunches with glee and talked
to each other. He picked up his chop sticks, ignoring the excitement and
chatter filling the room.
He couldn't stand how loud everyone was. He was a very calm person, and most of
his attitude he received from his father, so much so his mother couldn't stand
it.
Picking up a flower shaped vegetable out of his bento, he frowned. Ugh, his
mother always made his lunches too girly. He threw it into his mouth and
chewed, loving the flavor, but still annoyed that it looked like a flower. The
classroom door then slid open and his eyes traveled in that direction as he
ate.
"Aki-senpai!" His eyes widened when the smaller child screamed his name, a grin
on Daisuke's face and slight blush spread across Aki's face as his classmates
giggled. Being a seven years-old first grader with a kindergartener stuck to
his back had to be the most embarrassing thing ever!
His sensei smiled from her desk and gave him permission to go in the hallway.
Aki pushed his seat back and bowed his head respectfully before he made his way
out the room. He stepped into the hallway and the other child beamed up at him.
"Aki-senpai, look! I made something for you!–" Aki cut him off, pushing him up
against the wall by his shoulders.
"Daisuke, I told you to stop coming to my class." The Hyuga gritted out, his
cheekbones flushed.
The Uchiha's excited face receded, his eyes wavering and he held the wrapped
dessert he had close to his chest. "I-I know that you said that, but I made you
something." Daisuke grumbled sadly, his hair cascading his shoulders and a side
of his hair tucked behind his ear.
Aki eyed what the boy had in his arms before arching a brow at it. "What is
it?" He released the Uchiha's shoulders.
The raven blushed, puffing out his cheeks. "It's a treat."
Aki held his hand out, turning his face away to hide his embarrassment.
Daisuke grinned and placed it in his hand.
Aki looked at it and then back at the Uchiha. "Well?" The Uchiha continued to
stare at him, clearly clueless. "You can go now, Daisuke."
"Uh-uh," Daisuke shook his head. "You have to eat a piece right now."
"Why?" The taller of the two asked, letting out an audible sigh while pulling
the wrapper off.
"Remember, you said that you won't marry me unless I'm a good cook!" He chirped
in response and Aki grunted in defeat.
He liked Daisuke a lot, he was his first crush. They had been best friends
since diapers and his father and Daisuke's uncle, Itachi, were best friends.
They were as close as friends could be. Aki eyed the cookie he unwrapped and
noticed it was decorated in sugar sprinkles along the heart shaped icing.
Aki gulped hard, expecting it to taste bad. He abruptly took a bite and Daisuke
stepped forward, his fingers enlaced and a hopeful look in his big eyes. Aki's
brown eyes widened in disbelief and he took another bite. "You made this..?" He
munched happily and Daisuke nodded.
"Yes, well, me and grandma! I did most of the work though!" He rejoiced,
grinning and Aki had a small smile on his face. "Does this mean we'll get
married?" The Uchiha bounced up and down.
"Keep cooking like this and there's a chance." He stated coolly and the raven
hugged him. Sure he was all cool and aloof on the outside, but inside his heart
was thumping so hard. Daisuke was so cute!
"I'll make you lots more sweets, okay!" The Uchiha chimed, pulling away from
the older one and Aki nodded before the raven took off down the hallway. The
brunette glanced at the cookie again and smiled, his heart fluttering.
He was on cloud nine until he heard a bunch of the girls from his class
singing, "Aki-kun and Daisuke-chan sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g-"
"Shut up!" He barked, his fist clenched at his side and his glare made them go
cold. They suddenly scrambled back into the classroom, mumbling and giggling.
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Naruto kept his skeptical, blue stare on the street after work. He had searched
the city for a certain teenager as soon as he got off the clock and the drive
had been tiresome. Stopping at the stop-light, he glanced over at the younger
Uzumaki in the passenger seat.
"Want to explain where you were?" He asked him, again, keeping his anger
intact.
"No. I'm good." Menma casually replied, staring out the window.
"Are you high right now, Menma?" Naruto questioned, in all seriousness, and
Menma snapped his face to him.
"No I'm not high! You know I don't smoke or drink. Alcohol and drugs are for
losers, Naru-nii." He responded, his eyes wide with disbelief. He couldn't
believe Naruto just asked him that. He wasn't an idiot.
Uzumaki Menma, he was Naruto's precious and adored baby cousin, though he gave
the blonde a headache sometimes. The fifteen year old was striking in
appearance, with prominent, exotic features and lengthened, messy, black hair,
and similar to his older cousin, darker and more feral looking whisker-like
birthmarks, three on each of his cheeks. His eyes were blue, cerulean, but a
sharper shade and intense, eyes that pulled people in.
"I don't even know why you asked me that shit," Menma fiddled with the zipper
of his long-sleeve shirt, dressed in skinny jeans with a pair of converse on
his feet.
"Why did you skip school today, Menma?"
"I don't know." Menma shrugged his shoulders, looking at him with emotionless
eyes. These days he didn't feel like himself and he didn't know why.
Naruto sucked his teeth, stepping on the gas as the light changed. "Menma,
seriously! Dad's worried sick about you. Don't you know anything could happen
to you? You could get killed, or even kidnapped. There are crazy people in the
world and you," He glanced over to see that the teen was tuning him out and
sighed. "I don't think you understand how dangerous it is."
He found the boy not in Shibuya, but roaming the streets of Ginza instead, by
himself, so he figured he just needed an escape, some alone time.
"I know that," Menma said, nonchalant. "I just wanted some time to myself.
Dad's always nagging me, you know? Do your homework, wash the dishes, clean the
bathroom! What do I look like? A fuckin' house-keeper?" He growled in
remembrance.
"Okay, number one, you're fifteen. Two, you don't pay bills. And three, watch
your mouth, Menma! You could do some damn chores. Who the hell do you think you
are to think you can leave the house and not come home for an entire night!"
Naruto reached over and nudged Menma's head harshly, his other hand steering
wheel. "Also, quit being an idiot and do your homework!"
Menma crossed his arms, his pouty mouth dipped into a frown. "I told Dad where
I was going after school."
"I don't care what you told him! When school's out take your ass home, Menma.
Quit stressing Dad out, stop talking back, which I don't even know when that
started because you know better, and do what you're supposed to do. It's not up
for discussion," Naruto lectured, veering the car around a corner. "It's
ridiculous that I'm always in the middle of this shit, having to pick you from
all the way across city or where ever your dumb ass decides to be at," He
stopped at a stop-sign and he looked at Menma who rolled his eyes, leaning back
against the seat. "You do realize that Dad is furious, and he has that belt
warmed up. You are so going to get it." He snickered. Yes, Menma was in trouble
and getting the spanking that came with it.
"Che. It's not a big deal. You found me, didn't you?" He scoffed, a hint of
laughter in his tone.
Naruto tightened his grip on the wheel, driving off. "You are so lucky we're in
this car right now 'cause I swear I would've backhand you right in your mouth."
"Are you going to tell him where I was at, Naru-nii?" Menma's voice was almost
pleading and Naruto gave a certain nod. "Why?!" He yelled furiously. Naruto
didn't answer. "Why do you always snitch on me? All the time! I'm trying to
have a life and you guys are always ruining everything." He griped, pouting.
"Because it's my job." Naruto simply said.
"Why do you care?" Menma glared. "You're not home anyway, so why should it
concern you?"
Naruto sighed, once again. "So, I think you should know that Dad saw your
instagram account."
"…What?! Are you fucking kidding me!" Menma shouted, his eyes wide with fear.
He had a lot of inappropriate pictures of himself and 'friends' on there.
"No. I'm pretty sure he saw everything,"
"This is not fair!"
"Life isn't fair." Naruto retorted.
"You and Dad are so annoying! Always, always, always yelling at me for stupid
shit! It wasn't like I was out. I over a friend's house and then I was gonna
come back home."
"You skipped school."
The rest of the ride consisted of Menma babbling on about how he hadn't done
anything wrong and how Naruto and Iruka were overreacting.
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All the elementary school children played on the school's playground in the
courtyard. The teachers always found it to be a good idea to let the kids play
outside while waiting for their parents to arrive on days that weren't too
cold.
The children ran around in excitement, laughing, screaming, and bouncing all
across the playground area and courtyard like a bunch of wild monkeys. Teachers
were glad to just be able to sit back and let them go crazy.
The group of children by the playground bridge and slide watched in awe as
Daisuke and the boy's friends did a little dance routine on the bridge, singing
a popular pop song. Daisuke, from the time he had been able to talk, believed
himself to be a little superstar, in his own mind at least. It was how he
learned to occupy himself when he felt lonely, when he felt like he had no one.
It took the pain away from a time.
The teachers watched, smiling in adoration and applauding the performance.
Their students were too adorable and talented.
"That it, guys! That's right guys! Aye, aye, aye!" Daisuke piped, hitting the
nae-naeand his friends did the same, getting their audience to do the same.
The children watching cheered and the boy smiled down at them. He loved being
in the spot light, the intoxication of being everyone's attention and the
feeling of love that showered him. It was a feeling that made his heart seem to
burst in pure happiness.
Aki stepped out of the school, his backpack on his shoulders and glanced over
at the playground area. A small smile curved on his lips when he sighted
Daisuke doing his what he did best, getting everyone's attention. The child
waited with his teacher and soon a car pulled up in front of the barred gates
of the school.
Daisuke's small audience soon went onto play after Daisuke's short-lived super-
stardom and the Uchiha walked off, lifting his gaze up from the ground to see
Aki heading for the school gate. He stood there for a moment and then Aki
happened to look over, catching him staring. Daisuke blushed when Aki then
began to make his way toward him.
"Hey." Aki smiled, walking up to the Uchiha.
"Hi." Daisuke greeted in return, giving a small wave.
"Your treat was really good, Daisuke. Don't forget to make more, alright?"
The Uchiha nodded, an enthusiastic gleam in his brown eyes.
"Aki!"
Aki turned to his mother's voice and his mother was waving at him from where
she stood outside the car.
"C'mon before your father has a fit!" Tenten shouted to him and Aki gave a nod.
"Hello, Dai-chan!" Daisuke waved to the woman whom stood by the car door, her
husband, Neji, yawning from his driver's seat in the Toyota Avalon.
"I have to go. See you." The young Hyuga gave a slight wave before turning
around and heading over to the car.
The wind blew, Daisuke's tresses blowing with it. His heart ached. Aki went
home with two parents, every day, and Aki had more than just a father, he had a
mother too. He saw the boy's mother kiss his forehead and then the child
climbed in the car.
He was envious of that…
"Hey! Dai!"
The child's head snapped towards that voice and he spotted Naruto standing by
his car in near the school gates. "N-Naru-chan?" The Uzumaki beckoned him and
Daisuke grinned, running over to Naruto after grabbing his backpack.
"Hey, Daisuke," Naruto said, smiling and Daisuke hugged his leg. "What's wrong?
You didn't see me? Tenten said you looked kinda sad."
The boy shook his head, letting go of Naruto's leg and looked up at the man. "I
just missed you." He muttered and Naruto ruffled his hair. "I'm glad you came
to get me too, hehe!" He showed a toothy grin.
"Sasuke was busy so he asked if I could," He mentioned, grinning. After
exchanging small talk with the child, Naruto helped the boy into the car and
Daisuke slid into the seat, his eyes widening when he saw Menma in the front
seat.
"Hi, Onii-chan!" He gleamed and the teenager turned his gaze to the child.
Daisuke thought of Menma as his big brother.
"Hello, Daisuke." He grumbled, still angry about the punishment awaiting him
later and the Uchiha giggled. "Pound it." He reached back, holding a fist out
to him and Daisuke dumped his fist with Menma's.
Naruto closed the back door and then got back into the car himself, pulling his
seatbelt across himself.
"Naru-nii, please let me stay with you for a while," Menma whimpered, looking
at his older cousin with big, gooey blue eyes. "Pleeeease?"
"Nope."
"Why?!" He whined childishly and Daisuke laughed in the backseat, pulling his
seatbelt across himself.
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It was later that evening that Daisuke helped Naruto cook burgers. The Uzumaki
had an apron wrapped around his waist and Daisuke had one that was a little too
big for his body, but he didn't mind.
Naruto licked his lips, eying the sizzling meat on the stove-grill, the aroma
invading his nostrils. "Yeah, burgers! I'm starving!" Naruto raised his hands
and whirled them around, doing a weird dance out of excitement.
"Naru-chan, you're so weird," Daisuke laughed, taking the apron off since the
burgers were almost done.
Naruto shrugged his shoulder and then half-grinned when he got an idea. "I
should make some ramen with this."
"Ramen?" Daisuke scrunched up his cute little nose.
Naruto placed his hands on his hips. "What's wrong with ramen and burgers?"
The little Uchiha pursed his mouth. "With burgers..? I don't know, seems kind
of greedy to me."
"Greedy? Hm, maybe," Naruto murmured, grabbing the spatula and using it to flip
the burger meat on the stove-grill over.
It wasn't long after that the burgers were finally done and Naruto fixed them
up on the buns with cheese and sauces. They ate while enjoying their meal in
front of the television, watching Daisuke's favorite movie, Ice Age.
Licking his fingers and then taking another bite of the delicious burger,
Naruto heard the doorbell ring. Naruto quirked an eyebrow, putting his plate
down on the coffee table and then got up, going to answer the door.
He was surprised when he opened the door to see Sasuke, but not in his work
clothes. What he was wearing was casual, a long sleeve, v-neck shirt and pants.
"Daddy!" Daisuke grinned from his seat after the Uzumaki let him in.
"Hey," Sasuke casually greeted Naruto before walking over to the sofa and
hoisting the child up in his arms, failing to notice Naruto looking at him in
confusion. "How's my baby boy? Enjoying his time with Naru-chan?" He had been
lacking on the father-son time with Daisuke and it eased him to see that
Daisuke wasn't completely lonely.
Daisuke pouted his lips, ketchup in the corner of his mouth. "Daddy, I was
eating, and you're interruptin' my movie."
"Ah, right. Sorry," Sasuke said, an understanding smile curving on his lips. He
then turned his head and looked over at Naruto. "So what have you two been up
to?" He inquired, looking around and then sniffing the air. "Is that Naruto's
cooking? Fix me a plate." He smirked, taking a seat down on the sofa and Naruto
rolled his eyes at him. "Please?" Sasuke added.
"Fine. But I thought you were busy today?" Naruto remarked.
"I was, but I finished early and decided that I should spend some time with my
precious son and Naru-chan." He explained, placing a kiss on his son's forehead
and the boy blushed slightly at his show of affection.
"Oh. Well I was just about to take Dai' out to the book store and then maybe
the arcade." Naruto said, strolling into the kitchen and the Uchiha nodded.
"Hn. I'll join you two, then." He told him and Daisuke leaned against him,
grinning.
Naruto shrugged, giving a nod. "Alright, that's cool."
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Naruto walked down the manga aisle of the book store, one hand stuffed in his
jacket pocket and his other holding Daisuke's hand. Sasuke stood, an odd look
on his face as he rubbed his chin, gazing up at the books on the shelf shelves.
Soft music played through the place and there was this warm, cozy feeling about
the store. The place had that new book smell too.
"See anything you want, Daisuke?" Naruto asked.
Daisuke stopped in front of a specific shelf and looked up. "No, not yet," He
replied. His eyes grazed over the many covers of manga that started from volume
one through whatever number came last. He didn't really see anything that
interested him.
"I didn't know you were into this kind of stuff, Daisuke." His father mumbled,
arching a fine brow at him.
"Uh, yeah. Ita-nii showed me some manga last time I was with him, Daddy. Do you
think it's cool?" His son puffed out his cheeks, turning to him expectantly.
"I don't know. It's just kind of.. nerdish if you ask me." Sasuke snorted,
laughing a bit.
"It is not!" Daisuke argued.
"Is too." His father looked down at him, the expression on his face teasing.
"It is not!"
"It's not. Teme, leave him alone." Naruto lightly hit the Uchiha in the chest
and Sasuke shrugged. The employees at the front counter were currently freaking
out because they realized Uchiha Sasuke, The Uchiha Sasuke was in the store,
right before their eyes. Naruto found it kind of annoying, but easy to ignore.
"Hey," Naruto picked up a manga and flipped it over to the back, reading it.
"What about this?" He turned it back over to the front cover and smiled. "Ranma
One-half." He held it out to the child and Daisuke took it, his eyes scanning
over it.
"Nope."
The Uzumaki then placed a hand on his hip, sighing. "Well there's not much to
choose from. Most of these are for teenagers, Daisuke."
"I don't mind if he reads from an older age group." Sasuke commented, idly.
Naruto glanced over and saw the Uchiha flipping through a manga he had picked
up off of a higher shelf. He made his way over to the raven and looked over his
shoulder.
Sasuke smirked slightly. "Hn. She's hot."
"You can't be serious," The man jumped at Naruto's voice, almost dropping the
book and then glared at the blonde beside him. "Drooling over a fictional
woman? A fictional teenage girl at that. You're such a lecher." Naruto taunted,
shaking his head sadly.
"I am not." He closed it and the cover had a girl and a guy on it, the words
Akuma to Love Song above the main characters. "I was simply admiring the art."
"Don't tell me this is the first time you've ever seen this kind of stuff,
Sasuke? I've shown you manga before."
"Yes, you have. But I never paid attention to it." Sasuke placed the book back
on its shelf.
Naruto grinned, nudging the man's arm. "Oh c'mon. You mean as a kid you never
saw Itachi watching anime on television?"
"I'd rather ignore anything to do with the demon. He had his entertainment, I
had mine."
"What? Not even, sorry if I'm not gentle, I can say that in my dreams. My
thoughts are about to short circuit," He murmured the classic tune and the
raven stared at him with a blank expression. "Sailor Moon! You've never seen
it, Sasuke? Itachi loved that show."
"No, never paid attention to it."
Naruto laughed to himself. "I'm not into this stuff much myself, but I've seen
a few when I was little with Itachi. I read some manga too." He uttered,
tapping his foot on the carpeted floor.
"I found the one I want!" Daisuke ran up to them, holding up the manga of his
choice. "Tail of the Moon. It's about ninjas!" He gleamed brightly. "So can I
get it?" The boy grinned and his father gave a nod.
"Fine."
"Yay!"
Then it was to the register to pay and Sasuke picked out some merchandise for
his son, and Naruto as well. Bought the dobe a little bunny phone charm because
he knew Naruto liked that kind of cute stuff, and even if he thought of it as
just a gift to his best friend, he had no knowledge of the butterflies it gave
Naruto when he accepted it.
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Daisuke giggled, using the arcade joy stick to kick his father's butt in a
fighting game. "Eat this, loser!" He shouted, his tongue poking out the corner
of his mouth.
Sasuke pushed the red, circle button, his teeth clenched in frustration. "No!
Die, damn you." He gritted out.
"Ha! In your face!" His son cheered after winning and YOU LOSE! plastered his
father's screen. Daisuke danced around, his thumb and finger making an L at the
man and Sasuke's eyes narrowed.
"I don't want to play with Daisuke anymore. Naruto, get over here." He demanded
and the Uzumaki turned away from his shooting game he was absorbed in, looking
at him with annoyed blue eyes.
"What is it now, teme?"
Sasuke beckoned him with a finger. "Play me."
Naruto huffed his breath, walking over to the game machine and the two began
playing. About a minute into the game, Naruto found himself struggling against
the older man and Sasuke was winning.
"Hn. You suck at this game." He chuckled sinisterly. "And," He moved the joy
stick in all different directions and used his final attack. "You lose." He
smirked wider, winking at the Uzumaki.
"What?!" Naruto whined, his eyes wide. "How the hell did you do that..? I
always beat this game!" He yelled, frowning at Sasuke.
"Alright, check this out. Let the master teach you because I'm ever so
generous, dobe." Sasuke pushed restart on the machine and then went over to the
blonde, placing a strong hand over Naruto's smaller one.
Naruto stiffened, his heart thumping hard as the raven gripped his hand,
tugging it in different directions as held the joy stick.
"See," Sasuke's smooth, instructing voice made the Uzumaki blush a deeper shade
of red. "It's not that hard."
Naruto scowled a bit. "Oh don't act all high and mighty with me right now,
teme. You were just getting your butt kicked by Daisuke."
Sasuke glared, and rather childishly.
They stayed longer than planned at the arcade, indulging in a serious game of
air hockey. Naruto being the one player on his side was kicking both Sasuke and
Daisuke's butts. Sasuke, of course, couldn't handle that and soon figured out
Naruto's trick, stealing the Uzumaki's lucky puck.
"N-No, Sasuke!" Naruto gritted as the raven held him by the wrist, trying to
take the hockey puck that he had in a firm clutch. "That's cheating!" Sasuke
smirked, snatching it and Naruto chased him, laughing at the business man's
immature behavior.
Daisuke for one distracted himself with other video games while the two adults
ran around like little kids themselves.
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Saturday rolled around pretty fast and oddly enough, Sasuke hadn't been too
thrilled.
He sat at the table across from his date in the upscale restaurant, clad in all
black, his suit perfectly fitting against well-toned build.
"Let's try another." His date insisted, excited and amused, and he fluently
tipped his head back and opened his mouth. She picked up a seedless cherry out
of the small bowl in front of her and tossed it over into his open mouth, fruit
diving into the cavern effortlessly.
"That's amazing, Sasuke-kun!" She blushed, clasping her hand together. The rest
of the evening she went on about how she loved children and then how she was
working toward her goal of being a designer.
Sasuke leaned his cheek against open palm, nodding, trying to at least look
interested. He didn't get what was wrong with him today, but he wasn't having
as much fun as he usually did on his dates.
"I'm sure Daisuke would adore you very much. He's quite fond of beautiful
women." He showed her a small, forced smile and she blushed deeply, the fair
skin of her cheekbones turning red.
"You think? Do you have any pictures of him?" She asked, her dirty blonde hair,
falling over her shoulders and down her back in loose curls.
"Hn. Of course." Sasuke abruptly perked up. Daisuke was his favorite subject.
He simply loved talking about his son and showing off Daisuke's pictures. He
had a lot stored in his cell, so he pulled one up and passed his phone to her.
"Wah! He's adorable! How old is he again!" She gushed, her cheeks flushing
darker. It wasn't hard to tell that Sasuke could probably produce gorgeous
babies, but to see his son... She didn't think she ever saw a child so
beautiful.
"Five. He'll be six in December."
The woman continued to stare at the digital photo, admiring the boy's beautiful
features. Obviously the child was biracial, but he looked like Sasuke. She then
began to wonder why the child's mother was absent.
Sasuke found himself drifting off as she went through the photo album on his
cell phone.
"Y-You bastard!"
Sasuke had a frown darkened on his face, putting a bit of the sprinkle covered
ice cream on the Naruto's quite adorable nose. He forgot what they were arguing
about exactly, but Naruto had no right to throw those raspberries at him.
Daisuke giggled, licking his treat and watching the couple of adults.
"Aww, you look so cute now, dobe." Sasuke mocked in a coo, his mouth stretched
into a satisfied smirk and Naruto glared, smashing his entire cone of ice cream
on the Uchiha's face in retaliation.
Daisuke's mouth gaped at Naruto's bold actions and his father growled, trying
to smear more of his own ice cream onto the Uzumaki's face.
"Sasuke! You asshole! –Ah! Stop, Sasuke-"
"Sasuke-kun?" Sasuke was drawn out of his own thoughts, hearing the woman's
voice and looked at her, slightly confused. "Are you okay? You seemed
distracted." She had a concerned look on her face, handing him his cell phone
back.
"Ah, no. I'm fine."
Why it is he found himself wondering what it was Naruto was doing at this very
moment?
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To be continued...
A/N: It would mean a lot if you would be so kind as to leave a comment, even if
you're a new/late reader and it's an old chapter. Every review/comment inspires
and encourages to write more chapters for you lovelies! Thanks! :)
P.S - I feel that if Menma was his own person in this modern world he would
have the voice Kaji Yuki plays as an Uke, personally Hisui from Dekichatta
Danshi. Kaji Yuki's voice is just really sexy and rebellious, which is how I
imagine Menma to sound. ;)
Edited: [5/15/17.]
 
 
***** Potty Mouth *****
Chapter Notes
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                            "It's OK, it's alright
                     I put the pain away and let it slide.
                           I forgive and forget it.
                  And then you promise me I won't regret it.
                           But I do, it's not right!
                    Because I turn around and let it slide
                          And I'm crazy for thinking
That someday you'll change things when you keep on crossin' the line." ( - Let
                      It Slide. Nikki Flores. /SasuNaru.)
Warning: Implied Het sex.
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The weeks had passed favorably well, much to Naruto's annoyance because it
seemed Sasuke and this new woman he was dating had hit it off. Sasuke had
mentioned her name was Hotaru and that she was very beautiful, of course, since
Sasuke was one to brag, at times. They had become exclusive as of Monday and
Naruto he been feeling sour since then. However, the feeling would pass. It
always did.
He pushed the cart down the aisle of the produce section in the supermarket and
glanced around, still wearing his work suit for the day. He looked at the child
he had with and Daisuke made sound effects with his mouth as he rode on the
cart, others bustling around them.
Naruto needed to get some grocery shopping done and since he was the one who
picked Daisuke up from school today, he figured they could do it together. He
didn't mind. He loved spending time with Daisuke.
"So, what else?" Daisuke asked, staring at the blonde, his eyes big and
adorable.
Naruto looked over at the fruits, thinking to himself. "Uh.. some pears and
nectarines would be good. You mind?" He smiled at him.
"Of course I don't! I'm on the job!" Daisuke hopped off the cart, grinning and
dashed over the fruits Naruto wanted. He grabbed two small bags to put them and
then picked out the ripest pears and nectarines he could get his little hands
on.
Naruto's soft smile faltered into a dejected one. He couldn't help but wondered
how long this would last. When the day finally came that Sasuke decided he
wanted to get married he was pretty sure that he and Daisuke wouldn't get to
spend as much time together as they did now. He hated the painful throb that
that thought brought on.
Daisuke tied off the bags of fruit and then strutted back over to the cart,
tossing them in.
"Thanks." The Uzumaki said appreciatively and Daisuke looked up at him.
"You are very welcome, Naru-chan!" He replied, his tone full of glee and a grin
on his cute face. He stepped on the bar under the cart and held on tight to the
side of the cart before Naruto began to push it once again.
Naruto laughed a bit, hearing the Uchiha go back to his making sound effects
while riding on the cart.
Daisuke took quick gazes around when the cart came to a halt, again, and Naruto
walked not too far off to grab some milk from the refrigerator aisle.
"Okaa-san, please can I get it?" A little girl whined in that aisle, jutting
out her bottom lip at the woman.
"No, sweetie. We have enough sweets." The little girl's mother replied
strictly.
The voices nabbed the Uchiha's attention and he turned his head, staring at the
family, his brown eyes longing. A man suddenly approached the mother and
daughter.
"But Tousan said I could! Right, Tousan?" The child smiled big at her mother.
"Darling, let her have them. It's alright. Maybe we can even use them as treats
for when she does her homework properly." He chuckled.
The woman sighed, looking at the tall man. "Okay, but only this time. You're
lucky your father lets you get away with this." She chided, lightly pinching
the girl's nose and her husband had a smile on his lips.
"Thanks! Love you, Okaa-san!"
Naruto held the milk in his hands, approaching the cart and then stopped when
he when saw what Daisuke was staring at. His eyes then softened. The look on
the child's face was heart-breaking yet familiar. Daisuke's expression..., his
eyes. He could read it all so well, because as a child he longed for the same.
A family. Daisuke fortunately already had a family, but he could see that
Daisuke wished for that kind of family, and now he had a chance since Sasuke
had a new girlfriend, although Naruto doubted that would last very long. Maybe
he should be happy for Sasuke, for Daisuke's sake.
The long haired Uchiha stepped down off the cart, a frown on his lips before he
felt someone ruffle his hair and then the hand grabbed his small one. He turned
to see Naruto with a wide grin on his face.
"All done! Let's get out of here, huh?" He suggested, targeting his thumb
towards the direction of the register.
"Uh-huh." A slight smile curved onto the child's lips.
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"Yes, and I'm going be in the talent show, Naru-chan." Daisuke told him,
sitting in the back seat of the car.
Naruto glanced at the child through the rear-view mirror as he drove, his
eyebrow rising. He was on his way to take Daisuke home since Sasuke had finally
left the office for the day. "Really? What are you going to be doing?" He asked
out of curiosity.
"Singing."
His eyes widened. "You do realize you'll be in front of the whole school,
Daisuke? Aren't you scared?" He knew Daisuke liked to sing, but he didn't think
he was that interested in it. He had never heard Daisuke sing, seriously.
Daisuke's shoulders slumped and he puffed out his cheeks. "But I can sing! I
think I'll do pretty good and everyone will be proud of me," A fierce look
gleamed in his eyes, his brow furrowed. Uchiha's never failed and he would make
his father proud, for sure. He always practiced too with his grandmother too.
"But, you think you can you help me pick out a song, Naru-chan?" He asked, his
voice pleading.
Naruto nodded and grinned. "Yeah, sure. Anything for my Daisuke." If Daisuke
wanted to do this, then he'd let him. He just hoped the child would remember
that this was his decision and public humiliation would be his problem.
"You're going to come watch me, right?" He beamed, blush spreading across his
cheeks.
"Of course. I wouldn't miss it for the world."
"Yes!" Daisuke cheered, tightening his hand into a fist.
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It was later that night that Daisuke and Sasuke sat at the dining table in
their pajamas. They would normally be having TV-meals or takeout, however today
Mikoto sent some food over for them to eat. Sasuke wasn't much of a cook and
she had to take care of her boys or they would become unhealthy, which wasn't
an option for them.
Daisuke bit down on a shrimp, his lips reddened and stained with seafood broth.
"Daddy, Naru-chan said he's going to come to the talent show. Isn't that cool!"
He rejoiced, his eyes beaming with excitement. He couldn't wait for his father
and Naruto to see him on stage.
"Hn. That sounds great. I simply hope the dobe's not loud this time around," He
commented, chuckling. Naruto was like a doting parent when it came to
performances involving Daisuke. His cheering could be rather embarrassing.
Daisuke rolled his eyes, sticking out his tongue at his father.
"Well, speaking of the talent show. Daisuke, do you mind if I bring a friend?"
Sasuke asked subtly and his son stared at him blankly.
"...Daddy, I already said Naru-chan's coming."
"No, Daisuke, I mean another friend. A friend that would like to meet you."
Daisuke then frowned, tucking a side of his hair behind his ear. "It's your
girlfriend, isn't it?"
Sasuke sighed, slightly offended by the look on his child's face, even if he
found it to be cute.
"Daisuke, she's nice."
"Still, I don't want to meet her." He told his father curtly.
"Don't be like that, Dai'. She'll be disappointed."
"I don't want to."
"Why?"
The apprehensive expression on his father's face made Daisuke even angrier. He
was tired of meeting his girlfriends! He wasn't going to like this one the same
as he didn't like the others.
"Because I don't want to, Daddy." He groaned, eating more of his dinner in
annoyance.
"Just once." Sasuke said, his hardened voice stern.
"I said I don't want to!" Daisuke shouted, grabbing his bowl and getting down
from the chair he had been sitting in.
"Dai-"
"I'm going to eat in my room." The child grumbled, walking out the kitchen and
racing upstairs to his bedroom.
"Seriously," Sasuke laced his fingers through his hair, sucking his teeth. "Be
sure to clean up after yourself, Daisuke!" He yelled, only to be answered with
a grim door slam. Taking a deep breath, he picked up his chopsticks and began
to eat. It was hard enough he had a kid, but Daisuke was a kid whom didn't take
a liking to women easily.
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The next day for Sasuke was gloomy.
Naruto looked at the brunette in shock. He was completely shocked that Kiba
didn't get chewed out for slamming that company package down on Sasuke's desk
the way he had.
Bewildered, Naruto made his way into his boss's office and Kiba had the same
look on his face as he turned and his eyes met his.
"He's been like that all morning, Naruto. The man's lost it, I tell ya. He's
been day dreaming for ten minutes now," Kiba whispered to him.
Eying the Uchiha, Naruto's eyebrows knitted together in concern.
"Good luck, bruh. Hopefully he doesn't explode on you." Kiba gave his shoulder
a light tap before leaving the room.
Naruto walked over to Sasuke's desk, nervous.
The Uchiha stared off into space, the end of a pen between his perfect teeth
and reclining back in his chair, his dark eyes depressed.
"..Teme?" The Uzumaki called. Sasuke still didn't acknowledge his presence.
"Teme?" Naruto snapped his fingers in front of his face and the raven blinked
himself out of his trance, his gaze now glaring.
"What?"
Naruto was taken back by the Uchiha's snappy response, taking a seat in an
office chair across from the desk. "Hm, someone's moody. What's wrong with
you?"
The Uchiha yawned and ran his hands down his face. "It's Daisuke. He's still
angry with me. He completely avoided me this morning and when I dropped him off
at school he didn't say, don't get hurt on your day out, Daddy. Tch. It's
killing me. I've never felt so hurt."
Naruto held back a snicker. Sasuke could dump women every day and feel nothing,
but when it came to Daisuke's rejection, it ruined the bastard's demeanor and
reflected off his face. The man looked too pitiful right now.
"What was he angry about?"
Sasuke straightened in his seat, looking Naruto in the eyes. "He doesn't want
to meet my lovely Hotaru." He mocked sobbing, letting his head drop onto his
desk, his bangs strewing over his face.
Naruto rolled his blue eyes, snickering. "Can you blame him?"
Sasuke lifted his head.
"You've introduced him to hundreds of women already. I think it's gotten to the
point where he just doesn't give a damn anymore." Naruto smirked.
Sasuke sucked his teeth, his glare hardening. "I have not been with hundreds of
women, idiot."
"It's called an exaggeration, teme."
Sasuke rubbed his temples, feeling his stress taking over and his brow
furrowed.
"Just give him some time." Naruto advised casually.
Sasuke's shoulders gradually slumped. His cell phone then started going off and
he grabbed it off of his desk, having caught a glimpse at the caller ID. "Yes,
my lovely Hotaru." He answered, some of the stress leaving his expression.
Naruto inwardly gagged, giving a roll of his eyes. He listened discreetly to
Sasuke's conversation and he felt that pain in his heart, again, as the raven
turn away from him and to the large expanse of window behind him.
"Yes, I sent them. You told me you adore roses, so I figured it would brighten
your day." He chuckled, his suave tone putting a darkened expression on
Naruto's face. "Hn. Tonight?"
Naruto's eyebrow rose at that.
"Ah, tonight's no good, but how about Friday?"
Naruto tapped his finger nails against his knee, irritated.
It wasn't long before Sasuke finished with his conversation and ended the call,
turning back to Naruto who quickly averted his eyes from him.
"A date right?" He inquired.
"Yes." Sasuke smirked. That date would certainly brightened his week.
"Why aren't you going today?"
Sasuke's eyebrows rose before he responded. "Because tonight is our movie
night, remember?"
"O-Oh, yeah," Naruto said in remembrance. He had been so annoyed he forgot.
"Uh.. maybe we can do it another time." Sasuke eyed him questionably and Naruto
felt a ping of guilt in his stomach. He felt bad for turning the Uchiha down,
but last time Sasuke completely forgot about 'movie night' and 'game night' to
be with his 'lovely Hotaru.' Ugh.
"But, you were really mad about it last time." Sasuke recalled.
"Yeah.. but it's fine if you really want to go out." He lied, showing a forced
smile and the Uchiha pondered the thought briefly.
"No, I'd rather stay with my honey." He decided with a smirk.
Naruto blushed, his heart racing and his stomach swarming with crazy
butterflies.
"So, now that that's settled. Here." Sasuke opened a desk drawer and the blonde
stood to his feet, walking over to the desk. "Saturday's schedule." He set the
paper down on his desk.
Naruto leaned in, staring at it and read over it. "Do 'motherly' activities,
whatever that means. Take Daisuke to the playground to attend a play-date with
that dickwad's son," The blonde's blue eyes ventured to his boss's face. "Who's
that?"
"That damn Hyuga!" Sasuke sneered in response. "I honestly don't understand why
Daisuke likes hanging with the Hyuga's kid."
Naruto went onto ask what it was he had against Neji, again, and the Uchiha
reminded him of how Neji and Itachi, (his own brother), pants'd him in the
fourth grade, resulting in the whole class witnessing him in pink colored
boxers, a freak accident that had been caused by the washer-machine. The
Uzumaki snickered before the man glared at him. It was a very upsetting memory
for Sasuke.
Naruto continued reading, his golden tresses falling against his cheek before
he tucked some behind his ears. It was then Sasuke realized how close the
Uzumaki was and he could smell Naruto's scent.
'He smells... amazing. As always..' He found himself sniffing the younger man's
natural scent. 'He smells better than a woman, how is that possible?'He
mentally pondered, mesmerized. He gazed at the blonde hovering in front of him
and noticed how completely sexy he was with his hair tucked behind his ear.
Giving a sudden shake of his head in realization, Sasuke forced himself to stop
having such thoughts about a guy, nonetheless his best friend.
"Have you been growing your hair out?" He asked curtly.
Naruto grabbed the list and blushed slightly, giving a shake of his head. "Oh,
nah. I just haven't made it around to the barber shop yet. I'll get a haircut
soon."
"Longer hair looks good on you." Sasuke complimented in an affirming tone
before clearing his throat.
Naruto blankly looked the Uchiha in his eyes and blushed harder, even his ears
turned red.
"You're dismissed for now."
Naruto nodded, his heart thumping and knees feeling weak. "I'll leave now." He
laughed awkwardly and turned to leave, quickly heading out of the room and
slamming the door right behind him.
Silence then encased the room before Sasuke's eyes narrowed into a glare.
"He has slammed my door for the last time." Sasuke seethed quietly to himself.
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Daisuke walked down the school hallway, his head hanging low. His father's
girlfriends sucked and he'd rather not meet anymore of them. He thought Naruto
was way prettier anyway. He let out a sharp yell when he bumped into someone
and landed on his bottom, his thoughts having been interrupted. He glared,
about to give the person a piece of his mind, until he saw who it was.
Aki sat on his butt as well, wincing and rubbing his back. "Ouch.." He hissed
and Daisuke jumped up to his feet, beginning to panick.
"Aki-senpai! I'm so sorry!" He scurried over to the boy and held a hand out.
"Are you okay?" He asked frantically and the brunette scowled at him.
"Ow.. Daisuke, you really should pay more attention to your surroundings." He
grumbled, grasping the small hand offered to him and hoisting himself up to his
feet.
"…Sorry." Daisuke apologized softly.
Aki dusted himself off, his eyes gazing at the raven in question. "What's with
you?"
"Uh.. nothing."
"If you're fine, you wouldn't be staring off into space like that," He
remarked, simply. He knew the Uchiha had to have had something on his mind or
he wouldn't have ran straight into him like that. "Well, if you're fine right
now we can talk about it later." Aki said, walking around Daisuke before his
hand was grabbed, stopping him.
He turned his head and spotted the Uchiha on the verge of tears. "Can.. I t-
talk to you now?" Daisuke stammered, whimpering.
Aki squeezed Daisuke's hand tighter and pulled him along, Daisuke eying him in
confusion.
"The restroom on this floor should be empty. We can talk in there." He told him
and Daisuke sniffled as tears dripped from his eyes.
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Naruto sat on the ledge of the bathtub on Friday night, keeping the little
Uchiha in the warm, bubbly bath water company. Ever since he had brought
Daisuke back to his place he noticed the kid was unusually quiet. Naruto tilted
his head, trying to get a look at Daisuke's face while he dragged a comb
through the boy's soft, silky hair and Dasiuke, lowered his face, hugging his
knees closer to his chest.
His eyebrow rising in concern, Naruto stopped combing his hair. "Daisuke, you
okay?"
The boy shook his head a little and Naruto set the comb down beside him.
"What's wrong, hm?" The raven didn't answer him and he patted his head, working
to comfort him. "It's okay. You can tell me anything, you know."
Daisuke wiped the tears rolling down his cheeks, sniffling. "Is.. Is... Do you
think Daddy might marry his new girlfriend?"
Naruto's eyes widened. He wasn't expecting for Daisuke to be worried about
that. "Uh, well, I.. I don't exactly know that for sure."
"I don't want him to. Aki said that might happen and if it does, I won't get to
see Naru-chan as much." He bawled, his head tucked in his knees.
Naruto smoothed his hand down the child's head, his throat tight. He didn't
know what to say. He didn't want that to happen either, but he couldn't stop
Sasuke from getting married. "I know, Daisuke... But it's honestly out of my
control."
The Uchiha turned his head, looking back at him. Something he had realized a
long time ago was that Naruto always cared for him and his father, and not just
because he was his father's best friend either. It seemed like something more.
"Naru-chan, y-you love Daddy, right?"
Naruto's face burned a bright red, blue eyes wide. "W-what? Why would you ask
that?" He choked out, feeling embarrassed. What would Daisuke think of that?
"...I can tell, Naru-chan. The way you look at Daddy. ..You really care about
him, about us," He murmured into his wet arms. "Why don't you tell Daddy and
then he won't have to be with those stupid women anymore?"
Letting out an audible sigh, Naruto patted Daisuke's head again. "Daisuke,
Sasuke doesn't love me in that way and he probably won't ever think of me in
that way. I'm his best friend." He explained, truthfully.
Daisuke sniffled, wiping his eyes again and smiled weakly. He guessed Naruto
was right. His father wasn't smart enough to see how much Naruto cared for him.
He lifted his head and turned to the Uzumaki. "Well, t-that's okay... because
even if you don't have Daddy, you've got me." He held out his pinky to the
blonde and Naruto grinned, locking pinkies with him. "I love Naru-chan very
much!"
Naruto nodded, his gaze soft and smiled. "I love Daisuke very much too."
Daisuke giggled, flashing a small grin.
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Sasuke awoke Sunday morning and his phone binged on the nightstand, alerting
him of a text. Shirtless, he reached over the sleeping woman next to him in the
bed, grabbing his cell and reading the text he received from Naruto.
I need to drop Dai off earlier than expected, my father needs me at home. I'm a
few blocks away. Hope you're decent, teme.
Sasuke blinked his tired eyes and set the phone down on the nightstand on his
side, before dropping his head back onto his pillow and closing his eyes. That
was fine. He missed Daisuke right about now. – And then it then hit him like a
ton of bricks. Naruto had the key, he wasn't dressed and he had his girlfriend
over, which would result in Daisuke being very upset if he saw her. Fuck. Last
night after his and Hotaru's hot and heavy, very flirtatious date, they came
back to here and he got himself some much needed 'release.' The sex had been
amazing. Hotaru really knew how please him. Although, coming back to his place
might not have been his best idea, considering he knew Daisuke would be
returning today. He simply thought he would have a little more to erase the
evidence of Hotaru's presence. He should have been more responsible about his
decision, but he couldn't let the opportunity slip. He couldn't stop having
those unusual thoughts about Naruto and he figured maybe he was just pent up,
or at least that was what he wanted to believe.
He frantically got out of bed, stumbling a bit because of how quick he jumped
up, and began gathering up the clothes that had been discarded to the floor
last night. While multitasking, he managed to get his pants on and zip them.
The woman in the bed, moaned, turning over and her dark green eyes fluttered
open. "Sasuke-kun, what are you doing?" She babbled, rubbing her eyes. Her
blonde hair tumbled over her shoulders, messy from Sasuke's aggressive
handling, and her sleep. The woman then noticed he was running around like
crazy to clean up, his shirtless, muscular build sexy even first thing in the
morning. She blushed.
"You need to get dressed, Hotaru." He demanded, tossing her a shirt and she
pouted sitting up, pulling the sheet up to cover her breasts.
"Why?" She asked.
"Put the shirt on." He ordered, that time.
Her brow furrowed. She didn't like his tone. "I don't want to," She argued.
"I'm still sleepy," The girl whined childishly.
Sasuke cussed under his breath, looking for his shirt.
"And I can't believe you're throwing me out after–"
Sasuke turned to her, finally looking her in the face. "Look, I promise I'll
make it up to you, alright? Now, get dressed, for me."
Hotaru blushed and nodded. When he added the 'for me' part she willingly
obeyed. That line worked with almost all the women, though, he used it
discreetly.
"Sasuke-kun, this is your shirt." She told him, looking at the shirt he threw
her.
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Naruto and Daisuke into the house after Naruto unlocked the front door of
Sasuke's place and Daisuke toed off his shoes, Naruto doing the same.
The small raven noticed the red heels at the genkan and kicked them to the
side, already knowing what that meant. He raced through the living room and
headed upstairs to his room to put his backpack down.
However, Naruto hadn't noticed the heels, simply having removed his shoes and
walked into the empty living room. "Huh, he might be sleeping," Naruto muttered
to himself, strolling around the couch and going upstairs. He strolled down the
hallway until he reached Sasuke's bedroom door and opened it. "Teme-"
He practically froze in place, getting the situation inside the room face-
first. Sasuke was shirtless, his expression looking like a deer caught in
headlights and the woman on the bed was only in a bra and panties.
Hotaru screamed, her cheeks burning red as she pulled the sheets onto herself.
Naruto himself was flabbergasted, his face flushed and his blue eyes seeming to
be spinning in swirls. He was so fucking confused and disoriented, he had no
idea what to do.
Sasuke dropped his shirt onto the floor, his expression pathetic. "Naruto-"
"S-s-sorry!" Naruto closed the door back, panting hard.
Dammit, why didn't he knock first? He felt his anger rising and balled his
fists. His entire was red and he stormed down the hallway. 'That asshole could
have told me he had that fucking woman in there! Geez!'
The pain in his chest hurt so much it was suffocating.
It's not like he didn't know what Sasuke did with women, but to see it
infuriated him to no end. His body quaked and his ears rang as he rushed down
the stairs. Fuck, fuck! Now he was about to cry! He cursed himself, quickly
putting on his shoes, and then ran out of the house. All he could think about
was punching the bastard's face in.
He hurried to his car and got in, breathing hard. His hand trembled even as he
reached for his keys and then he couldn't get them in the ignition, properly.
He couldn't think straight! "Shit!" He cussed, throwing the keys down in the
passenger seat, the redness in his face running to his ears and nose.
"Naruto!" Sasuke came running out of the house, pulling a shirt over his head.
The Uzumaki stiffened in his seat. He really wished he had rolled the windows
up, but his nerves prevented him from moving accordingly.
Sasuke approached Naruto's side of the car, awkward. "I should have told you I
had Hotaru over. Sorry."
Naruto gripped the steering wheel, his hair curtaining his eyes. "Nope, you can
do what you want. It's cool."
"No it's not."
"Yes it is," He shouted and Sasuke looked taken aback, his eyes widening. "I
don't care what you were doing. You don't have to explain yourself to me!"
Furious, he picked up his keys and put the car key into the ignition, his teeth
gritted. He was so upset, hurt and annoyed with Uchiha Sasuke. He didn't even
want to see his face.
"Usuratonkachi," Sasuke snorted, his hand on the roof of the car. "You react as
if you've never seen a naked woman," He joked and Naruto looked at him with a
face so red tomatoes would be jealous. "Oh, don't tell me," He took note of his
best friends's mannerism and smirked. "You're still a virgin-"
"Shut up, teme!" He snapped, his blue eyes ablaze with fury as he threw the car
door open, purposely hitting Sasuke with it.
"Ouch! What the fuck, dobe?!" He glared at him, rubbing his thigh.
"You fucking asshole."
"What did I do?" Sasuke eyebrow rose at him, a frown darkened on his face. "And
why the hell are you mad at me?"
"Because you're an idiot."
"Hn. How is that?"
"Why don't you try being more careful this time around," He sniped, turning up
his car. "Those women are only going to take advantage of you, all of them do
and I stand by to see it happen all the time. They use you for your money and
looks, you fucking moron." His lips quivered, his voice quaking in anger.
"Naruto, don't go assuming shit." He barked arrogantly. The Uchiha was tired of
everyone telling him the women he dated were no good. He heard enough of that
from Itachi and the rest of his family.
"I'm.. I'm just... looking out for you." Naruto told him, looking him in the
eyes.
"I don't need you to look out for me. It's none of your business." Sasuke
snapped, immediately regretting what he said.
Naruto swallowed thickly, looking away from the man and his eyes teared up. No.
He wouldn't dare cry right now. "Fine, I won't get in your business anymore,
Sasuke."
"Naruto, I didn't mean it like th-"
"Yes you did. I'm glad that's how you feel, considering I always have you back,
ever since we were kids," He grounded out. "Daisuke's my only concern, so
you're right. I'll stay out of your business." The venom in his tone made the
Uchiha shudder.
Sasuke knew he had really done it now. When Naruto got this upset, he was
irrational. First someone would make him cry and then he pound their face in
with his fists. For someone so small, Naruto deliver a mean ass-kicking. Size
simply didn't matter. Hell, Naruto was the one who taught Menma how to fight.
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Daisuke eyed the woman in his father's bedroom sitting on the bed fully
dressed, his fingers entwined behind his back as paced back and forth, his gaze
questioning. "What is it you want to attain from my father?" He went onto
interrogate and the woman was dumbfounded.
"That's a pretty big word for such a small child," Hotaru murmured. "Uh… My
name is Hotaru. It's nice to finally meet you, Daisuke-kun."
"Yes, it is." He stated simply.
"...What do you mean attain?"
"Money? You could want that. Everyone likes money, right?" He drawled,
gesturing his hand.
The woman felt like she was meeting man's parents for the first time with the
way the child was questioning her. "I guess, .. not that I want him for his
money." She laughed nervously.
"You're sitting on my spot." He pointed out. Where she sitting was the spot he
always slept on when he bunked with his father.
"Ah, sorry!" She quickly stood from the bed, smiling anxiously. "..You're very
cute." Hotaru commented, sarcasm alerting the boy's ears. "Nothing like what I
pictured. You looked so sweet."
"I know, I've been told this before," He replied, indifferent. "My father, when
it comes to women is not very smart. But I can read people," Maybe it was true
he was around Itachi too much. "I don't like you, I don't want to get to know
you, and I want you to leave my house. This minute."
Hotaru then scowled, pursing her lips. "Well aren't you a charmer? I don't have
to leave right now if I don't want."
"You're hilarious, Hotaru-chan! You think you have a choice!" He gleamed,
feigning cheerfulness.
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Sasuke closed the front door, exhaling. There was a bright red hand print on
his pale face and he rubbed that side of his face, his eyes narrowed. Naruto
didn't have to slap him so hard, and not to mention hit him with that fucking
door. He showed no remorse before driving off, actually.
The raven walked through the living room and then made his way up the steps. He
walked back to his room, seeing the room door was open. He came to a stop when
he heard his son's voice. Shit, Daisuke!
In the room, Daisuke crossed his arms skeptically. "Why are you still here?"
Hotaru was taken aback by his attitude. The kid was scary, indeed. "You're not
being very nice." She replied politely, keeping her annoyance intact.
"And you're being a bitch." He griped, shrugging. "It's quite irritating."
The woman gawked sharply, hearing the language that left the five year old's
mouth.
Daisuke wasn't even surprised when his father came storming into the bedroom,
his expression furious and dark eyes hardened. The man grabbed him by his arm,
making him turn to him and Daisuke looked up at him.
"Daisuke, what did you just say?" Sasuke couldn't believe his adorable Daisuke
had talked the way he had a moment ago.
"She's a bitch." Daisuke told him, simply.
Hotaru blinked, still astonished.
"Apologize, now." Sasuke demanded, his tone steely and stern. "Where do you get
off speaking that way, hn?"
"Ita-nii said I could say it!" The boy retorted, his fists at his side.
"I don't care what that asshole told you. Don't say it again or–"
Daisuke turned back to Hotaru, smiling. "Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch."
Hotaru gasped, purely shocked.
Sasuke himself was baffled, lost for words.
"Seriously?" Hotaru scoffed, looking at Sasuke. "Sasuke-kun, if this is how you
raise your son, to speak to adults with such language, then–"
"No, Hotaru. Of course I don't allow him to speak to adults in such a way. He's
not usually like this." He assured, his frustration with the boy tugging away
from him growing. Was this how Daisuke got rid of all his other girlfriends
behind his back?
"Yes I am. He tells everyone that." Daisuke stuck out his tongue at her
teasingly.
"I-I think.. I should leave." She felt a vein in her head throb, her eye
twitching in annoyance. She had never met a child so disrespectful. She walked
passed the father and son, storming out the room.
Sasuke trailed behind her and looked out the door, watching the woman stomp
down the hallway. "Are we still on for next weekend?" He asked, but she ignored
him. Sasuke muttered a cuss, his head hanging low and then turned his eyes on
his child.
Daisuke stood there, his arms folded across his chest in triumph. "Looks like
she couldn't handle the truth. You really should've raised me not to speak in
such a way I guess." He flipped his hair away from his face and smiled
innocently at his father.
"You are in so much trouble, Uchiha Daisuke." Sasuke sneered and Daisuke could
see the flames in those dark eyes.
The boy's smile slowly faltered and he gulped. "Uh-oh..." He was in boiling
water now.
"You're damn right uh-oh."
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To be continued...
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Chapter Notes
     I guess going back and proofing was for the best because it draws
     more people into reading your story. Glad I decided to, and not to
     mention the amateur writing of the earlier chapters had always
     annoyed me. LOL.
Author's note: I've actually seen readership grow since I last posted and got
excited, so here's another chapter! :) Thank you everyone already following for
the support and kudos, though I wish I was getting more comments to interact
with my readers like I do on FF. I enjoy having discussions with my readers
more than anything. It's fun!
                        "Take a chance with me tonight
                         I know you feel it, so do I!
                 Girl, you got to know there are worse things.
                        There's worse things than love!
                          Lonely hearts can multiply.
                          A world away from paradise.
                 Girl, you got to know there are worse things
   There's worse things than love!" ( - Worse Things Than Love. Timeflies. /
                                   UtaNaru.)
Warnings: A taunting Itachi. ;) A sexy cop in uniform! An achingly 'hard' and
confused Sasuke LOL.
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Naruto exited his car, slamming the door shut. He was frustrated. Today had
been so messed up, and he had Sasuke to thank for that. There was this terrible
feeling in the pit of his stomach and his heart ached, as if something were
piercing it. And it was probably the heel of Sasuke's shoe.
The weather of the late morning felt nice, the gentle, sweeping air breezing
over his skin and through his hair. Taking in a deep breath in order to calm
himself, Naruto headed up the steps of his previous home. He would've enjoyed
the peaceful morning a lot more if he wasn't in such a shitty mood.
He rung the door bell and stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets. He forgot
his keys back at his condo since his father needed him to rush over here. He
forgot to grab them on his way out. Waiting patiently on the front porch, he
could hear muffled screams and stuff being knocked over before the door finally
came open. His curious, blue eyes met Kakashi, the man standing in front of him
with a hidden smile on his face.
"Naruto-kun, welcome home."
He showed him a small, tight smile. "Yeah, nice to see you too, Kakashi.." He
muttered, his eyes drifting to the scene going on behind the mellow man. Menma
was dodging a belt while Iruka, their adoptive father, ran after him.
Kakashi eyed the Uzumaki considerably, almost immediately noticing Naruto's
mood. "Is everything alright?" He asked as the blonde walked passed him,
entering the house. Kakashi closed the door behind him and Naruto stood by the
door, laughing a bit as he watched his cousin and father.
Naruto then lowered his head and gave a shake of his head, forcing himself to
stop thinking about Sasuke. "Uh, yeah. I'm okay." He lifted his head and his
eyebrow rose in confusion as he watched Menma and Iruka.
Kakashi nodded, though he was uncertain if he believed Naruto all too well, but
he needed to calm the situation going on right now, so he went over and
attempted to douse Iruka's anger.
Naruto smiled, eying Kakashi. He was glad that the man could tell when there
was something wrong with him and that he was concerned for him, but it wasn't a
serious problem. He would deal with Sasuke on his own. Kakashi had always been
an odd man to him, with his silver hair and that dumb face mask that he wore on
his face, covering his nose and mouth. Maybe he had a case of mysophobia or
something. Seriously, Kakashi had been wearing face masks since Naruto was a
kid. Also, his left eye had a strange vertical scaring running down it. How he
got it would always be a mystery, Naruto figured. But, no matter how strange he
thought the man to be, Kakashi had practically raised him and Menma along with
their father. They had still been young when their father and Kakashi got
together.
Menma shrieked when the belt almost hit him and stood defensively, near the
opposite end of the sofa than his father who panted. "Dad, please don't!" His
father's eyes narrowed at him dangerously.
"Menma, you have avoided this spanking long enough. Get over here, now." He
sneered, his eyes burning with rage.
"Ma–ma, you two," Kakashi waved his hands up and down, looking over at Iruka.
"Dolphin, put the belt down. Menma-kun, apologize to your father." He said
calmly.
"Kakashi, jump in it and I will come after you next." Iruka glared at his
lover, his brunette hair seemingly standing in anger.
"Yes, dolphin." Kakashi obeyed, stepping back with caution.
"Oh no, Menma, what did you do this time?" Naruto asked, stressfully after
having taken off his shoes and entering the living room.
"The little asshole took my car! He completely wrecked it!" Iruka fumed.
The teenager rolled his eyes, glancing over at the blonde casually. "It was an
accident, Naru-nii. There was no way I could've seen that giant pole where I
parked it."
"You little..!" Iruka rounded the sofa and the black haired Uzumaki screamed
out, darting up the stairs.
Naruto and Kakashi sighed.
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A week later, the slender blond made his way up the grand staircase that curved
up to second floor in the Uchiha mansion and split off in two different
directions at the landing. Deidara gripped the banister, his long hair swaying
in his step.
The mansion was beautiful, the balcony of the second floor overlooking the main
hall. The high ceiling was bright, sparkling with crystal chandeliers and the
lights reflected off of the clean, ceramic flooring, and the French decor
throughout the place was astonishing.
Deidara made it to the second floor and walked along the ruby red carpeting
leading down the corridors. Once he arrived at the bedroom he often visited, he
knocked on the door, a smile on his full lips. "Oi, Itachi!"
"Deidara, what is it? I'm masturbating." That deep, velvety voice responded.
Deidara's slanted, blue eyes then widened and his lips stretched into a smirk.
"Oh? Want some company?" He asked, blushing.
It was silent momentarily before the Uchiha replied, "Hn, I don't think that
would be a wise idea. You remember what happened last time, don't you?"
His eyebrows rising, Deidara gave a hesitant nod. "Right. Can't have that
happening, again," He laughed awkwardly and then turned around to leave, but he
was greeted with Sasuke standing before him with a horrified look on his face.
"Oh. Hello there, Sasuke. Announcing yourself next time would be great, un."
Deidara smiled at him, walking around him.
Sasuke's eyebrow twitched. What the hell happened last time? ...Fuck it. He
didn't want to know.
"Onii-san." He knocked on the door and almost immediately it came open,
revealing a fully clothed Itachi. Sasuke's brow gradually rose in confusion. "I
thought you were..?" Sasuke pointed his finger in the direction Deidara had
left in.
"Otouto, you know I don't masturbate," He chuckled deeply, ascending from his
room and closing the door behind him. "That's merely a trick I use to get
others to leave me be."
Sasuke eyed him oddly. "What happened last time then?"
Itachi smirked and petted Sasuke's head before he began strolling by the
younger Uchiha. His little brother turned his head and stared at him,
dumbfounded, and Itachi smirked, bringing a finger to his lips. That was a
secret.
Sasuke blinked. That was his big brother, Itachi, who he assumed to be the
embodiment of a black demon. The older man possessed dark eyes, probably darker
than his own, and long, jet-black hair that was pulled back into a ponytail.
However, his most distinguishing features were the tear-troughs under his
rather gentle appearing eyes, although, Sasuke knew his big brother was pure
evil. The evil, sadistic bastard.
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Daisuke was seated in a chair in the den as his grandmother groomed his hair.
He licked the ice cream he had in a bowl on his lap off the spoon and grinned,
watching the cartoons on the expansive flat screen TV across the room.
"Mother, he's grounded." Sasuke reminded curtly, sitting on the sofa.
"Sasu-chan, its fine." She waved him off, taking the pair of hair scissors and
trimming the ends of Daisuke's long, beautiful hair.
Daisuke turned his head and glared daggers at the man. It was just ice cream
and cartoons. He already wasn't allowed out of his room when they were home.
How much did his father want to torture him?
"Mother, he called my girlfriend a bitch. Well ex, now, and you've given him
ice cream. Ice cream. He's not allowed to watch TV either." He reprimanded, his
eyes narrowed. His week had been awful. Naruto was ignoring him, all the while
going about the work-day as if he didn't exist and continuing to pick Daisuke
up from school. He wouldn't even answer his phone calls. The dobe never stayed
upset with him for this long and it was seriously taking a toll on him.
Daisuke subtly glanced over at his uncle reclining back on the sofa next to his
father and gave him a thumb's up, Itachi winking at him proudly in return.
Sasuke saw the exchange between the his son and older brother and flipped his
brother off.
"That woman was bad for you, Sasuke. It makes me wonder how Naruto-kun deals
with the pain." Itachi murmured.
Sasuke looked at him in question. "And why would Naruto be in pain, Itachi?"
Everyone in the room, even Deidara who sat on the loveseat, blinked, baffled.
They knew Sasuke hadn't exactly realized Naruto's feelings for him, but God,
was he honestlythis dense? It was too obvious at this point. They had known for
years now.
"Naruto-kun is very handsome. Don't you think, Daisuke?" Mikoto hummed and her
grandson nodded fervently.
"What do you think, Daddy?" Daisuke beamed, looking at his father.
Sasuke shrugged his shoulders. "Uh, sure, Naruto isn't a bad looking guy."
"He is quite hot. Exceptionally hot, actually." Itachi idly mentioned.
Sasuke propped his elbow up on the arm of the sofa, looking at the TV. He
didn't get what they were getting at.
"Otouto, don't tell me you've never looked at Naruto-kun?"
"Yes, I look at him. So."
"You find him exceptionally hot as well then? You would date him?"
"No. Why would I date him? He's my best friend, Itachi. And a guy at that, even
if he is as pretty as a girl. I'm simply not interested."
Deidara tapped a finger on his chin, grinning. "But you admit he's good
looking, un?" He wiggled his eyebrows at him. He wondered what it would take
for Sasuke to see that Naruto felt 'that way' about him.
"Yes, I admit he's attractive."
"His ass looks quite exquisite as well, right, Otouto?" Itachi remarked and
Mikoto made a chiding sound at him, immediately bringing her hands to cover
Daisuke's ears.
Sasuke's eyes were wide as he finally turned to his older brother. "What? I
don't know. Why would I look at his ass?!"
Itachi looked him in the eyes and crossed his legs. "Why wouldn't you?"
"His ass doesn't interest me, Itachi."
"You should give it a try. It's tantalizing, especially in tight jeans. Once
you look at it you won't be able to look away. It's especially difficult for
me."
Sasuke frowned, annoyed. "I don't want to look."
"Afraid you'll fall in love?"
"Hn. Of course not."
"You're loss. Naruto's very sexy." Deidara leaned back against the sofa, his
eyes staring at the television.
"His younger cousin too, I believe. That Menma brat," The older Uchiha added,
smirking at the memory of the fifteen year old he laid eyes on back in the
summer. It had been a while since he had last seen Menma before then, but the
brat had certainly grown into a little cock-tease since then. "However, I don't
think he's all that fond of me. Those beautiful genes are certainly strong in
the Uzumaki bloodline. You would be privileged to have one for yourself,
Sasuke." He nodded to himself agreeably. "They are like rare gems."
"Itachi, Menma is fifteen, so if you want a prison cell to become your new
home, then so be it. Just know I'm not bailing you out." Honestly, Sasuke was
tired of hearing his brother's perverse comments and flirtatious attitude
toward his best friend. It was irritating him. But Itachi had always been
perverse towards Naruto and he couldn't even think of it as weird anymore. It
was the normal. Even to Naruto is was normal.
"Now, Otouto, you know I have no interest in brats. I'm simply giving an honest
assessment of how attractive Uzumaki seem to be."
It went silent after that and Mikoto found it safe to remove her hands from
Daisuke's ears.
"I always look at it." Itachi commented.
"Itachi," Mikoto pursed her mouth, her hands going back over Daisuke's small
ears and the boy huffed, wanting to hear.
The younger Uchiha briefly glanced at his brother out the corner of his eye.
"You always look at what, Itachi?"
"That beautiful blonde's ass." Itachi said, smirking at the thought of Naruto's
backside.
Sasuke rolled his eyes, deciding to play dumb. "Deidara's?"
Deidara blushed slightly, lowering his face from sight.
"No. Naruto-kun's ass. He has one of the best asses that have ever caught my
eye." Itachi admitted, blind to the disappointed pout that appeared on
Deidara's face.
"I'm leaving." Sasuke rose to his feet, heading for the door.
Mikoto went back to grooming her grandson's hair and sighed. "Naruto-kun is
such a handsome boy, and he's great with Daisuke. Haa, he's simply perfect for
my Sasu-chan, unlike those money grubbing hussies he brings along," She placed
a hand on her cheek, shaking her head dejectedly. Why was her son so dense? "I
wonder why he can't see it?"
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That night had been exhausting. It was almost midnight and Gaara didn't exactly
plan on having to look after another grown adult for the night.
Stumbling into Naruto's condo with Naruto in his hold, he kicked off his shoes
and then maneuvered himself to take off the Naruto's as well, the drunk blonde
pulling his foot away when Gaara reached for his other foot. "Naruto, stop." He
scolded firmly.
With his arm slung over his friend's shoulder, Naruto's head hung low. "Gaara,"
He whined, feeling the redhead remove his left shoe. "I didn't want to come
home." He slurred, a drunken flush riding along his cheekbones.
"Well, you needed to. You were drinking way too much." Gaara scooped the
Uzumaki up in his arms and carried him through the living room, Naruto groaning
on the way. Naruto was one of his best friends and he knew he was hurting
tonight because he was drowning himself in alcohol. With the way Naruto was
rambling and ranting on and on, it didn't take long for him to find out why.
That dick-wad had done it, again.
He kicked the bedroom door open with his foot and walked over to the bed,
lowering the smaller male down onto the bed, the mattress dipping in under his
weight.
His golden locks strewn and face red, Naruto hiccuped and sat up. He felt kind
of sweaty too. "It's so hot. ...I can't b'lieve that bastard. Who does h-he
think I am… I 'idn't even know that had that pretty, pretty lady there!" He
yelled, his blue eyes glazed over.
"I know, I know." Gaara sighed and then began to help Naruto take off his
clothes.
"No you don't, Gaara!" Naruto tried to slap him, but his weak hands failed him.
Gaara finished getting the other male comfortable, leaving him in just his t-
shirt and boxers and then told him to lie back. He and everyone else decided to
go out drinking earlier that evening since work had been stressful. Nobody else
got completely shit-faced though. Sakura asked him if he could bring Naruto
home and Gaara didn't mind. It wouldn't the first time.
He left Naruto's bed room and he closed the door, quietly. Naruto would pass
out in a while.
In the room, Naruto stared at the ceiling, his eyes welling with tears. He
turned onto his stomach and smashed his face into his pillows. "It's not fair!"
He cried into the pillows. His heart hurt. Even in his drunken state, all he
could think about was Uchiha Sasuke. "Sasuke… You jerk!" He sobbed, screaming
into his pillows.
He wished his feelings would just vanish. He didn't want these feelings
anymore. He hated his heart for choosing such a stupid, beautiful man. His lips
quivering, his vision filled with more tears.
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Gaara stood outside the room, his green eyes narrowed and arms across his chest
as he reclined back against the wall beside the door.
Why did that bastard have to hurt Naruto so much? He could practically hear the
heart ache coming from his friend.
He hated hearing the blonde cry.
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Naruto staggered into the living room the next morning, scratching his aching
head. His mind was absent. He couldn't remember what happened last night. All
he knew was that he drank and now he had a hangover that was killing him. Going
into the kitchen, he saw the coffee pot full of brewed coffee and his eyebrow
rose. Whoever brought him home last night must have left not that long ago.
He glanced over at the dining table and saw that there was a note on it. He
picked up the small paper and a small smile curved onto his lips.
Hope you're feeling better this morning. Drink that coffee, take some
painkillers and get your ass to work. You know Sasuke will have your throat if
you're late.
- Gaara.
Naruto laughed slightly, mentally thanking the guy. From what he knew, Gaara
took care of him when he was drunk most of the time.
Doing as told, he made himself a cup of coffee and then took a shower. He
couldn't get Sasuke out of his mind and it was pure torture. He just wanted to
wring him by his neck sometimes.
And he tried to forget, about what happened. He really did, but he couldn't.
But he reminded himself, Daisuke was his only concern. Still, he wanted to hit
Sasuke, again.
That bastard.
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He tried not to focus on the overbearing hangover banging at his brain as he
drove to work. His blonde hair was messier than usual and his eyes were half
lidded. He was so sleepy. He didn't feel like going into work today, honestly.
His mind was slowly drifting away from him and shut his eyes momentarily,
Sasuke's face taunting him.
"Naruto, don't go assuming shit." Sasuke barked arrogantly.
"I'm.. I'm just... looking out for you." Naruto told him, looking him in the
eyes.
"I don't need you to look out for me. It's none of your business." Sasuke
snapped-
The sound of a blaring horn caused Naruto's head to shoot up. "Huh...?" He
blinked, hearing the cars behind him beeping and then his eyes widened. He fell
asleep at a stop-light! What the fuck was wrong with him?!
The other vehicles then began going around his car and a knock came at his
window. He turned to see an officer. He face-palmed. Shit, a cop! Nervously, he
rolled the window down, grinning sheepishly at the man.
"What seems to be the problem, Officer... Saiken?" He said, his eyes wavering
after he read the officer's name badge before he finally looked the officer in
the face. His heart stopped and then picked up, at full speed and a great flush
arose on his face. He was gazing so hard he was surprised he didn't burn a hole
through the police man yet. The guy was breath-takingly attractive. His dark
hair was beautiful, silky-looking, and his striking, golden eyes loomed down on
him firm and stern, the natural flex of his biceps in the blue uniform we wore
showing off his lean, muscular build. He was the definition of fine.
"License and registration." The officer ordered and the blonde reached into the
glove compartment inside his car, retrieving his information.
Naruto handed it to the officer and the man took a glance at it before walking
away. Wasn't this a predicament? He fell asleep while driving. 'Aw, Naruto,
you're such an idiot.'
The man returned after a few minutes, handing him his license and information
back. "Sir, I'm going to need you to step out the car." The officer's smooth,
deep voice demanded.
"Shit," Naruto cussed under his breath, setting his stuff down in the passenger
seat. He was screwed now. Wearing a frown, he unbuckled his seat belt and
opened the door, stepping out.
The officer raked his piercing gaze up and down the blonde. "Are you
intoxicated, sir? You do realize that you were asleep in the middle of traffic,
don't you?"
Naruto subtly winced, his head pounding. "Not drunk, just a tad hung over." The
officer grabbed his arm, turned him around and pressed him up against his
vehicle while cars continued to go around them. The officer then started
patting him down and he blushed slightly, the strong hands venturing over his
stomach, up his chest, and then down the front of his pants before the back. He
felt a large hand grope his butt and squeaked, his eyes widening.
"Sure you weren't drinking?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure, sir!" The man's voice roared in his ear and Naruto flinched,
covering his ears and whimpered. His brain felt like it was being stabbed with
a million nails. "Just making sure it's a hangover." The officer said,
chuckling, and Naruto scowled.
"Yeah, thanks, asshole." He snarled, rubbing his head.
"I could give you a ticket, or simply let you off with a warning." He informed.
Naruto turned his head, attacking the officer with big, blue, puppy-dog eyes.
"I guess.. I could let you off with a warning." He stated and the Uzumaki
grinned in appreciation. "For a date in return, that is. You're cute." The
officer slipped his phone number into the blonde's pocket, almost seductively,
and the Uzumaki blushed deeply.
"And if I'm not interested?"
"Either that or a ticket. Friday night, nine." He purred into his ear and
Naruto swallowed.
Okay, this guy was suave. "I didn't even get your name." The officer let go of
him and he turned to face him.
"Utakata Saiken, Uzumaki-san." He smirked. He was never really going to give
him a ticket. When he saw who was stopping traffic, he instantly fell in lust
with the blonde. He patted him down to merely get a feel, and was quite
pleased. "Call me." He whispered to him before leaving him and heading back to
his police car.
Naruto stood there, flustered. His morning had been weird.
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Holding a folder of files in his hand, Naruto walked down a corridor in the
company building. Thankfully, he didn't get to work late. If he did he would
have had to talk to Sasuke, which he was not in the mood to do.
"Hey! Naruto, let's have lunch together!" Hinata and Sakura ran up to him,
showing him refreshing smiles and he smiled back, weakly.
"Alright. I just need to get these to Shikamaru."
"Okay. So, how are you doing today? You seemed down last night." Sakura asked,
concerned.
Hinata nodded. "Yes, you were drinking a lot more than Kiba."
"Yeah, I know. Sorry. I know I got a little too drunk," He said apologetically.
"But I'm fine guys. Really." He grinned his usual toothy grin and his friends
nodded, seeing that goofy smile, not noticing how fake it was.
"Alright. Just call us when you're ready." Sakura told him before going on and
Hinata patted him on the shoulder on her way by.
Naruto made his way towards the elevator in silence. He was glad that those
painkillers he took had finally kicked in and his hangover was gone. The sound
of his footsteps echoing through the empty corridor, he wondered if he looked
as shitty as he felt?
"Naruto." A familiar voice creeped against his ear and aggressive arms wrapped
around him, startling him and on reflex, he jerked his elbow back into the
person. "Ouch." The voice groaned in pain and Naruto immediately recognized
that voice, his eyes growing wide.
He turned around and his eyes fell on Sasuke. "Teme! Don't sneak up on me like
that. You scared me!" Naruto placed a hand on his chest, the folder still in
his other hand.
Sasuke stepped back, rubbing his rib and the Uzumaki eyed him in annoyance.
"What do you want?" He asked coldly.
Sasuke frowned. Naruto was still pissed at him.
Naruto averted his gaze. He couldn't help but feel awkward.
"I want to talk." Sasuke said, a small smile on his face.
Naruto's gaze narrowed and he looked back at the Uchiha. Great. Now Sasuke was
going to try the whole smiling bit. That smile that always made him forgive
Sasuke for whatever it was that he had done. "I don't have time to talk."
"I'm sorry, okay?" Sasuke breathed out, walking closer to him. "I didn't mean
anything that I said. You've help me out a lot and you're my best friend. I
miss you." He admitted, taking a hold of Naruto's hand and pulling him closer.
"No. I'm still mad." Naruto turned his head away, childishly.
Sasuke blinked, surprised that Naruto still hadn't forgiven him. It was the
first time he felt rejected. He had to do something!
He clasped Naruto's hand with the both of his, looking him directly in the
eyes. "Naruto, please take me back! I need you!" He pleaded playfully before
bringing the Uzumaki into his embrace. "I can't raise our child on my own.
Daisuke won't even eat his vegetables unless you tell him to."
Naruto flushed greatly up against the Uchiha's chest. Since when did it become
ourchild? Also, Sasuke smelt soooo amazing. Mmm. His natural scent and then the
vanilla musk. He didn't notice he was sniffing him at first.
Naruto's face buried in his chest, Sasuke whispered, "I'm sorry. Please forgive
me, babe." Sasuke joked around a lot of time with his pet-names for Naruto.
From time to time, it was nice to pretend Naruto was his wife or girlfriend,
because when he really thought about, Naruto would make a good 'wife' or lover.
Was that weird of him to think?
Huffing in defeat, Naruto puffed out his cheeks. "Fine. I forgive you." He
muffled and the Uchiha smiled, gripping his shoulders and pushing him back to
look him in the face.
"You mean it? You're not going to ignore me anymore?" He questioned strictly.
His dark eyes began to venture down to full, plump, pinkish lips. Why did he
feel like kissing Naruto in that moment? Seriously, they looked more delicious
than any women's lips. And when Naruto licked over them they looked even
tastier. Snapping out of his daze, he shoved the thoughts out of his mind.
"No, Sasuke. I will not ignore you."
"Ah, that's my honey." Sasuke smiled wider. "Let's have lunch together,
alright?"
Naruto blushed slightly and gave a nod. "But–"
"No buts, dobe. You forgave me." He smirked, flipping his bangs away from his
face. "And to make up for everything, I'll treat you to lunch."
The Uzumaki smiled softly. Sakura and Hinata would be disappointed, but he
couldn't deny such a charming man. Damn it. It was like the Uchiha had some
kind of spell over him.
"I can stand you sometimes." He commented, pouting.
"Hn," Sasuke waved him off. "I'll meet you in a few minutes. I need to take
care of something."
Naruto nodded. "Okay."
"Oh, on Friday let's have movie night. I've been bored forever." Sasuke
mentioned, aloofness in his tone.
Naruto was about to agree, but then he remembered. "..I can't,"
Sasuke stared at him questionably.
"I have a date." Naruto told him.
Sasuke actually felt his heart quake, which was weird.
"You.. have a date?" Sasuke said and Naruto nodded. "...Oh. Well, that's fine.
We'll do it another time then." He inwardly frowned, the disappointment in his
voice hidden. Was this how Naruto had felt when he cancelled on him for his
dates all the time? To have gotten his hopes up, only to have been turned down
in the end?
Naruto rubbed the back of his neck, sheepish. "Sorry, Sasuke." He really did
feel bad.
Sasuke shook his head. "No. It's fine." He gave a slight wave and turned
around, heading back to finish some business in his office.
Naruto smiled, turning on his heels and walked with a slight bounce in his
step. He had a date, and it felt pretty darn good! Maybe, it was time to move
on from Sasuke. To do what was best for himself.
Sasuke then turned around, watching the Uzumaki walk away. Naruto's hips swayed
in his step and he had long, slender legs. His eyes ventured higher, and his
big brother was right, Naruto's ass looked amazing, especially in those slacks.
Sasuke was straight. He knew that for sure. But the blonde's ass mesmerized
him. He couldn't stop staring. It was the first time he ever looked at his ass
in that manner and he definitely felt like a pervert now.
Dammit, what was he doing listening to Itachi?
He slapped a hand down his face, groaning, and turned away. Lately, his mind
was weird and down there was as well. Was that an erection straining painfully
in his pants? No. It couldn't be. The Uchiha slapped himself a few more times
as he walked.
What the hell was wrong with him?
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To be continued...
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***** But Still, He Loved Pussy *****
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                         "I've never been so caught up
                               Still so into us
                          I never thought I'd be here
                           Should've turned to dust
                          Ooh, let's be honest, baby
                              This is so unusual
                          Ooh, I'm not tempted, baby
                           Even if they're beautiful
                             I used to be cautious
                             A little too reckless
                              Now all my emotions
       Are all cause of you." ( - Sometimes. Ariana Grande./ SasuNaru.)
Warning: A jealous Sasuke. ;) 
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Friday evening was chilly.
Naruto stood outside of the movie theater building in Shibuya, glancing around
at the people leaving and entering the place every once in a while. He and
Utakata had talked over the phone until today, and now, he was waiting for him
to arrive for their date. He had caught the bus because the officer said he
would bring his own car so that he could have the pleasure of driving him back
home, which Naruto thought was kind of.. cute.
At first when they had started talking, Naruto had been a bit awkward about it,
since it had been a long time since he tried to take interest in someone else
other than Sasuke, but they became pretty comfortable in conversation over
time. So much so that Naruto called Utakata by his first name now, but Utakata
was still formal with him.
Naruto did feel slightly nervous because he hadn't been on a date since high
school. And that wasn't because he hadn't had an interest in going out on dates
or anything. He just couldn't find anyone worthy of a dating. However, he was
still puzzled with himself on why he had been drawn to the policeman.
Naruto looked over and spotted a random person intently staring at him. The guy
was obviously checking him out. He averted his eyes, awkwardly. He then looked
down at his own clothes, wondering if what he was wearing appropriate. He
didn't think it was anything ogle-worthy. He wore a fitting pair of acid washed
jeans and a long sleeve shirt with his jacket open and a beanie on his head.
He actually thought he looked too unkempt. Maybe he should've chosen some nicer
clothes. Or maybe he was just nervous because this was the first date he had
been out on in years. He frowned, messing with the beanie on his head. He was
thinking way too much and he hated it. He was naturally a confident person when
it came to his appearance, so why was he questioning himself now?
Was it really because he was finally putting himself out there for a
relationship, and it somehow scared him a little? It was the first time he was
actually thinking about himself and not Sasuke.
The warm breath leaving his mouth collided with the cold weather and his
vibrant blue eyes glistened. He took a glance down at his watch and smiled. He
was on time. Not too early, not too late. It wasn't like he was restless or
anything. He just really couldn't wait to get Sasuke out of his head and meet a
person that did like him. A person that noticed him, that would harbor the same
feelings he harbored for them.
"Pheeew, Uzumaki-kun. And to think I get to have you all to myself tonight."
"Huh!" Naruto jumped when he heard that smooth, husky voice next to his ear, an
arm draping over his shoulders before he turned his head and saw who it was.
"Damn it, you scared me, Utakata." He muttered, a light flush hitting his
cheeks and Utakata chuckled in amusement. Naruto took in the officer's
appearance and his face flushed an even deeper shade of scarlet.
The taller man was dressed in faded jeans, a zipped bomber jacket paired and
had a red beanie on his head.
"I have to say you look even better in normal clothes, officer." Naruto nodded
agreeably, his gaze lingering on the man's appearance.
"Why thank you, Uzumaki-kun. I'd rather see you dressed like this than in a
wrinkled suit that practically screams I'm hung over." He remarked, sarcasm
deep within his voice and Naruto's mouth fell open.
"You could tell I was hung over?"
"The blonde kitsune likes to party. Nothing wrong with that, is it?" He smiled,
stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets.
"Yes, everything is very wrong with that. I don't want you to think I'm some
drunk."
"I don't think you're a drunk."
Utakata's rich eyes met Naruto's and Naruto showed him hopeless smile. "I fell
asleep while I was driving." He said and they both laughed.
Utakata shrugged his shoulder. Sure that sounded bad, but completely
understandable after a night of heavy drinking. "So, do you scare easy,
Uzumaki-kun?" Utakata asked, his tone teasing and the Uzumaki's eyes narrowed.
"Look, I'm not a scaredy-cat. You just startled me."
Utakata nodded idly, looking as if he didn't believe him.
"It's the truth." Naruto told him, honestly, working convince the officer.
"Hm, alright. I sure hope you don't because the movie we're seeing is gruesome
and bone-chilling." He hinted at and the Naruto gulped. Okay. Maybe he was a
little scared.
Naruto's eyes widened and his face paled. "Bone-chilling? Hehe.. Actually, I
think there's something better playing tonight." He mentioned, his gaze big and
teary.
Utakata scoffed and pinched the Uzumaki's nose. "Don't even try that look with
me, Uzumaki-kun. You're not a scaredy-cat, right? You even said so."
Naruto pouted.
Utakata chuckled at the cute expression on the blonde's face. "Besides, I'm not
changing the movie I've been waiting forever to see. And I'm not an idiot. You
used that look with me when I patted you down." He released his nose and
Naruto's shoulders sunk in disappointment. "Come on. Let's hurry. It's cold out
here."
"..Okay." He nodded and walked beside Utakata as they headed inside.
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Within the dark cinema, the illumination of the wide screen reflected off the
skin of the audience during the movie. The rows of seats behind them were
filled with entertained and clearly insane people. Naruto was unfortunately
seated in the very front with Utakata, who was clearly insane as well.
Flinching back from the move, Naruto shoved the snacks over onto his date's lap
and latched onto Utakata's toned arm, his lips quivering in fear. The scene was
so deadly quiet and after what happened earlier, he knew a jump-scare was
coming to make him scream, again. He heard somebody laugh at him too.
Utakata smirked, enjoying the feeling of having the hot blonde attached to him
for dear life.
"Oh my FUCKING God! I don't want to be here anymore." Naruto hid his face in
the man's arm and Utakata rubbed his hand on Naruto's, trying to comfort him.
"No, oh HELL NO. Why the fuck he look like that? I wanna leave. Fuck this shit,
let's leave.." He whispered so as not to disturb the others engrossed in the
movie.
Utakata glanced over and smiled at him, "It's okay, Uzumaki-kun. No one's even
died yet." He mentioned, nonchalant.
Hearing that, the Uzumaki pinched his arm. One, for bringing him to this movie.
Two, for bringing him to this fucking movie, and three, for the film scaring
the daylights out of him!
Deeper into the film, tears welled in his blue eyes. "That little girl just
died." He looked at the bloody scene before them and his date grinned wide.
"I know, right," Utakata replied, a surge of adrenaline rushing through him.
"The wife fell down the stairs and broke her neck after being chased by that
demonic entity too. I told you this movie was going to be awesome!" He loved
scary movies.
Naruto gritted his teeth, glaring at him and then decided to close his eyes. He
just wouldn't watch. That would be easy, right? Well, it would be if he didn't
hear those damn creepy noises flooding his ears. He lived alone for God's sake!
He had no one to cuddle with if he was afraid to go to sleep.
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After the movie was over, Utakata took the Uzumaki out to a restaurant for
dinner, and to help him calm his nerves.
Naruto had been looking over the menu for a while now, trying to decide on what
he has a taste for. The stuff here was pretty expensive, but Utakata told him
he would pay. However, this was Utakata, not Sasuke. He didn't mind ordering
whatever he wanted with Sasuke because Sasuke he knew could afford it. This was
his first date with Utakata, so what if the officer was just putting on a front
right now, telling him he could whatever he desired and Naruto ended up
draining the man's wallet.
"I can assure you, I have it handled. Order whatever it is you would like,
Uzumaki-kun." Utakata insisted, putting his menu down on the table with a smile
on his face and Naruto nodded, clearly hesitant.
"Okay, then. I'm ready." He put the menu down and finally grinned. He was
starving.
It wasn't long before a waitress came over and assisted them.
"What can I get you gentlemen?" She asked, showing them a friendly smile and
Utakata looked at her, politely giving her his order and then his gaze shifted
to the blonde across from him who looked at the waitress sheepishly.
"Uh, well, I'll have the full burger meal and the sizzled shrimp stir-fry along
with a bowl of ramen."
The waitress and Utakata stared with wide eyes, their thoughts obvious. Those
meals were pretty big and Naruto's clueless expression let them know that he
was dead serious.
"Um, o-okay." The woman nodded, taking that down on her notepad before walking
away to inform the chef of their orders.
"You like to eat. Nothing wrong with that." Utakata remarked.
Naruto blushed. "I'm hungry." He mumbled, lowering his head.
Utakata then smiled wide, giving a shrug. "That's fine. I just had no idea
someone so small had such a big appetite," Naruto's blue eyes looked up from
the table and into carefree, aurous eyes. "That aside, how was your week, hm?"
He went onto ask, interested in what the Uzumaki did on a daily basis.
Naruto sat up straight and ran his fingers through his hair, smiling. "It was
fine. I had some friends over at my place last night and we watched this
interesting film..,"
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Sasuke held his cell phone, restless. Was it weird that he wanted to know who
it was Naruto was dating? No, certainly not. Nothing weird about that. He was
his best friend, he had the right to know to know these things.
Daisuke flipped his hair out of the collar of his jacket and zipped it up.
"Come on, Daddy. You have to walk me over to Aki's–"
"Shush, Daisuke." His father put up a quieting finger and Daisuke rolled his
eyes, annoyed. He was ready to go. Aki lived right across the street, but he
wasn't allowed to cross the street on his own, so he had no choice but to wait
on his father. The man was planted on the sofa, in deep thought.
"Dai', come here." He suddenly said and the boy did so, huffing his breath as
he did so.
"Yes, Daddy?"
"Call Naruto." Sasuke handed him his cell and the child had an odd expression
claim his face.
"..Why?" He questioned, confused.
"Do what your father says, Daisuke! Now just.. call him and ask him what he's
doing." The man nodded to himself, mentally agreeing with himself that his
request sounded non-suspicious.
Daisuke shrugged and went through his father's contacts, locating Naruto's
number and called him. As it rung, his brown eyes shift between his father and
the ceiling. He was so confused. He didn't know why he was doing this. Finally,
the line picked up and Daisuke put it on speaker.
"What, teme?"
"Naru-chan, it's me." Daisuke said, smiling.
"Oh, Daisuke. What's up?"
The boy glanced over at his father and the man was biting at his thumbnail. It
was weird. His father wasn't a nail-biter.
"Um.. What are you doing?"
"I'm out right now."
Daisuke nodded, figuring he completed his task. "Okay. Bye." He was about to
hang up, but his father shook his head and gestured his hands, motioning for
him to keep going. "I mean… Um, out where?"
"At a restaurant."
The small raven didn't know what he should ask next and his father mouthed
'stuff.' "Uh.. Out with who?" He glanced at his father for conformation and the
man gave a brief nod.
"A friend. Why, Daisuke? Do you need something?" Naruto asked.
Sasuke cussed and then sucked his teeth. Naruto still wasn't giving up any
information.
Daisuke's eyebrows furrowed in strangely. "Yeah. Can you come get me later
tonight? Daddy's acting weird." He murmured and Sasuke let out a silent scream
before swiftly snatching the phone away from his son and cutting of the speaker
and bringing it to his ear.
"Naruto." He spoke, his tone casual.
"What do you want, Sasuke? I'm busy."
Naruto now sounded annoyed, which hurt a little. "Busy doing what?" He was sick
of this shit! He wanted answers, damn it!
"I'm on a date. I told you that."
"Oh. Right." Sasuke's eyes narrowed.
"Goodbye, Sasuke. Oh and tell Dai' I'll come get him."
The Uchiha frowned when Naruto ended the call and Daisuke stared at him,
silent. Sasuke then slid his gaze over to the child and reached out, tugging on
Daisuke's fall jacket. "Just call one more time for daddy." He said, his voice
desperate.
His cheeks puffed out, Daisuke stomped his foot. "No, Daddy! I want to go play
with Aki! Now let's go!" Daisuke beckoned, starting on his march to the genkan.
Sasuke helplessly sighed. He would have to find another way to wring the info
out of Naruto then.
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Stepping up onto the side-walk, Sasuke let go of his son's hand and Daisuke ran
ahead, his long hair swaying in the wind as he raced up the steps to Hyuga
house-hold. He knocked gleefully and Sasuke breathed heavily, waiting behind
him on the door-step, a hand stuffed in his pants pocket.
The door eventually opened, revealing a chestnut haired woman, except Tenten's
hair wasn't in its usual two-bun hairstyle. Instead, it dropped down in curls
over her shoulders. "Why good evening, Dai-chan, Sasuke!" She chimed, a smile
splayed on her lips. She was always excited to have Daisuke over.
"Hi, Tenten-chan!" Daisuke waved, grinning widely.
"Aki's been waiting for you." She spoke softly, letting him in.
Daisuke stepped inside and kicked off his shoes before charging through the
house to find his best friend. "Aki!"
The brunette giggled, watching him. Then her eyes moved onto the Uchiha who
seemed distracted, his mind off somewhere else. "Sasuke?" She waved her hand in
front of his blank face. "Been friends since high school, yet he gets off on
ignoring me." She grumbled, annoyingly.
"I'm not ignoring you." He snapped out of his thoughts, looking her in the
face.
She jumped when she realized he heard her. "Really? Because it looked like you
were about to fall asleep standing up."
His onyx eyes narrowed.
"Are you coming in?" The woman asked.
He sighed deeply, sending a glance over her shoulder and into the house.
"Neji's not here right now." She mentioned, knowing he wasn't too fond of her
husband. Sasuke and Neji had an understandably hate-dislike relationship.
"Fine," He walked passed her and entered into the cozy, toasty home and toed
off his shoes. "Sorry for the intrusion." He muttered respectfully, venturing
further into the house and Tenten shut the door behind him.
His feet patting against the hard wood flooring, he strolled into the living
room. His thoughts about Naruto and his 'date' were beginning to become over-
bearing. Lacing his fingers through his hair, he plopped down on the comfy sofa
that gave the perfect view of the television across from it.
What the hell? He was so depressed and bothered because of Naruto. This was so
unusual.
Tenten soon entered the living room with two cups of hot chocolate in her
hands, whipped cream swirled at the top. She strolled her way over to the sofa
and sat down beside her dark haired friend. "Here you go." Tenten offered,
holding a glass mug out to him and Sasuke eyed her and the mug before deciding
to grab it. "So, you get dumped?" She teased, her eyebrow rising in inquiry.
Sasuke threw her a glare.
"Oh don't look at me like that. I was joking. You just look so down tonight."
"Hn, do I? ..Well I feel like I've been dumped." His relaxed back against the
sofa.
Tenten hummed, curious. "By who?"
Sasuke's fingers tapped against the outside of the mug in his hands. "Naruto."
Tenten almost choked mid drink. Her pretty brown eyes were wide, but the Uchiha
was too busy fretting to notice her look of shock. "And you care?" She reclined
back against the soft cushions, smirking slightly.
The Uchiha groaned out in frustration. "Tenten, I swear my heart is weird
lately. I keep getting this intense thumping in my chest and every time Naruto
hugs me, says my name, or even gets close to me," He shook his head, still
unable to grasp why it is he cared so much. "I don't know what's wrong with
me."
The woman grinned, setting her cup down on the coffee table. "Finally feeling
it too, huh?"
"Hn. So it is a disease? Do you have it too?"
"No, dumb ass! I meant you're catching feelings for Naruto."
"Ew. No." He shook his head, ignoring the 'dumb ass' insult that left Tenten.
She was one of the few people allowed to insult him.
Tenten face-palmed as Sasuke took a sip of his hot chocolate. "Then what's your
problem?"
"Naruto's on a date." He said, simply.
"Wow, really? That's a shock!" She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth.
"Why?" He scoffed.
"Hmmm? Well, let me see..., because Naruto loves you. I know he's never really
been interested in dating because of that."
Sasuke's eyes widened. The emotions inside him were strong, lighting like a
spark and his heart felt like it was about to bounce out of his chest. His
entire body tingled with desire. No! No! What the fuck was wrong with him?!
"What do you mean Naruto loves me? You mean like friends, right?" He snorted,
indifferent. However, inside, he was keeping himself as calm as possible.
"What? Don't tell me you've never noticed, Sasuke. And no, I don't mean like
friends, idiot. It's been pretty obvious for years now." She said obviously and
the Uchiha seemed stunned by the news.
"That can't be right." He turned away, his teeth gritted.
Tenten moved closer to him and slung her arm over the back of the sofa. "No. It
is right, Sasuke. Naruto. Loves. You. How could you not see this?" The woman
had a perplexed expression on her face and then noticed Sasuke's body still.
"Sasuke, what you're feeling is called love. All the women you've been with,
I'm surprised you've never felt something even close to it."
He stared, dumbfounded. He never had love anyone. Not even the mother of his
child.
"Ya know.. that feeling of never wanting to leave that person's side, loving
every sound that slips pass their lips, smelling their scent, wanting to kiss
them, wanting them to belong only to you, your heart beating uncontrollably,"
Tenten placed her hand on his chest, her eyes coaxing and a smirk on her lips.
"Thump, thump..." His hard heart beat could be felt with one touch and he
forgot to breathe.
"I-I swear I'm straight, Tenten." He sputtered out certainly, sweat damping his
forehead.
"Oh don't I know that. We dated once and you are for sure as straight as they
come. All about tits and sex. Even so, you have boner just thinking about him,"
Both of their eyes looked down at the apparent tent between Sasuke's thighs
before the raven put one leg over the other to hide his painful-looking hard-
on. "The one man you've ever found attractive, the only male who gets your
blood going south," Tenten said, her voice so intense that it caused Sasuke to
gulp tightly. "Is Uzumaki Naruto." She smiled innocently at him, as if she
didn't just enticingly taunt him.
Sasuke sat there, conflicted. So many things were jumbled in his head. Now he
needed to figure out his feelings because he was still seriously bewildered.
With himself, with his sexuality–with everything.
The home phone suddenly started going off and Tenten got from her spot, walking
over to the lamp table by the curtained window to answer it. "Hello?"
"Tenten, is your husband home?"
"No. I'm afraid Neji's not home, Itachi." She replied, holding the cordless
device to her ear. "But your brother is here."
"Ah, did he admit he's bi-curious yet?"
"Um, No," She an odd look appeared on her face. "Why.. would he?"
"No reason. ...No reason at all."
Then, in the chilliest way, the call ended, leaving her lost as she stood
there, her stare blank.
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Naruto snickered and Utakata strolled beside him, the trees on the block
standing tall in the wind.
"Yeah, so the guy calls into the station and is legit sobbing and rambling on
and on about how he's just been shot. We get to his house and the same guy that
called in says, 'Oh, I realized I wasn't shot after all. I don't actually have
an emergency anymore.' The dumb ass was actually sitting on his front porch
drinking a beer, so nonchalant."
"That is unbelievable," Naruto laughed, holding his gut. "I mean, you call the
cops swearing you've been shot, then when you find out you're fine you sit back
down in the same spot someone shot at you in and have a beer. He must have been
used to being shot at." He took a bite out of his warm, cinnamon pretzel.
Utakata laughed, looking at him. "Right?" He had parked his car a block down
from Naruto's place because he couldn't find a parking spot, but he didn't
mind. He enjoyed walking with Naruto. "It would have been funny if they came
back and tried again, if you ask me." He uttered and Naruto gawked, hitting him
in the chest playfully.
"You are so cruel."
"Aren't I?" He chuckled lightly.
They arrived at the Uzumaki's home and Naruto turned to him. "Well, here I am."
Utakata nodded, looking over the condo. "Nice place. Should I accompany you
inside?" He slyly insisted and Naruto pursed his mouth before heading up the
steps.
"Nice try, Utakata."
Utakata shrugged and followed him up the steps. Naruto pulled out his keys and
the policeman lightly grabbed his arm, getting him to turn to him. "I had a lot
of fun tonight."
The blonde blushed slightly, quiet.
"You did too, right? You weren't turned off by the scary movie were you?" He
jeered and the Uzumaki's eyes narrowed.
"You knew I was scared, you asshole."
"Of course. It was the perfect way to have you holding onto me."
Naruto laughed a bit, looking off to the side. "Yeah, well.. yes. I had a lot
of fun. We should do this again some time."
Utakata smiled, hearing that.
"But no horror flicks next time." He warned, turning back to him with a firm
scowl on his face.
"Sure thing."
Naruto turned to the door and unlocked it. He figured he would get changed into
his pajamas and then go pick up Daisuke. He opened the door before he looked
back at Utakata and his heart fluttered a little. It was a strange feeling
honestly. He didn't think his heart could react to anyone else the way it
reacted to Sasuke. He guessed it was possible to move on. "Good night,
Utakata." He leaned in and gave him a hug.
Utakata felt his cheeks heat and then Naruto pulled back, walking into the
condo and closing the door behind him. Utakata sighed contently, turning
around. It had been an amazing first date. He found out all of Naruto's
dislikes and likes, which made him happy because the more he got to know him
the more he liked him.
All in all, he was excited for the next time that they would go out.
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Naruto stood on the door-step of the Hyuga house-hold house, his eyes vibrant.
Tenten gave him a call and informed him that Daisuke was over at her place. The
two children stared up at him, overnight bags on their backs and grins on their
cute faces.
"I hope it's not too much trouble, Naruto," Tenten said, apologetically. "Once
he told Aki he would be going with you Aki wanted to tag along as well."
Naruto glanced down at the Hyuga who looked back at him with thrilled, brown
eyes. "No, it's fine. Aki can stay over anytime, I love the little guy." He
assured and the two children cheered, happy they didn't have to separate.
Tenten smiled, ruffling her son's hair and Naruto took a look around, oddly.
"Where's Sasuke?" He asked. "I thought he was here too."
Daisuke lips tilted. "Daddy was here, but as soon as he heard you were on your
way he jetted out of here faster than a cheetah!" The child giggled.
Aki and Tenten nodded.
"Is it just me or has that bastard been acting weird?" He strangely murmured,
more to himself than anyone else. What the hell was up with Sasuke?
"No, I see it too. He's got some 'issues' going on," Tenten shook her head
sadly. "Guess we have to wait for it to blow over." She blushed slightly,
already knowing what was 'up' with him.
Naruto stroked his chin curiously and then Daisuke tugged at his pajama pants,
grabbing his attention.
Daisuke pouted. "Can we go now, Naru-chan?"
Naruto snapped out of his thoughts, nodding. "Uh, Yeah. We can go now." He
beckoned them towards the car and Aki and Daisuke ran ahead of him. "Have a
good night, Tenten!"
"You too! Behave, Aki!" The woman waved, watching him walk away and hummed to
herself. She wondered how long it would take for Sasuke to come to terms with
his feelings.
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Midnight was peaceful, and after a few movies, snacking, brushing their teeth
and then changing into their pajamas, they headed to bed.
Daisuke cuddled up beside one of his most favorite people in the whole world
and pulled the sheet up higher onto himself. "Naru-chan?"
"Hm?" The Uzumaki stroked his head of hair, watching the television in his
bedroom.
The raven was a little curious and he just wanted to know. "What did you do
today?"
A yawn emitted from the Uzumaki. "I went on a date."
Daisuke's ears perked up. "A date? Really?! With who?" He immediately
interrogated.
"A very cool person." Naruto replied, sheepish.
"No fair! We should go on a date, you're mine!" He whined, entwining his
fingers with Naruto's as he huddled closer to him.
"I don't think Aki would like that very much," Naruto acknowledged playfully,
pointing to the sleeping child nuzzled against Daisuke's leg, his arms hugging
it tightly.
Daisuke's face steamed red, his cheeks puffing out. "Hmmm..," He tapped a
finger on his chin. "Aki can be mine too. I can have you both, hehe!" He beamed
and Naruto chuckled.
"Sure you can." He petted his hair.
"That's right! So don't go on anymore dates without telling me first, okay?" He
demanded, pouting his lips.
"Fine. I'll tell you first," He kissed his forehead and the pale child blushed,
rubbing the place where he kissed him.
Nobody was allowed to have his Naru-chan, unless they were worthy of him–and no
one was more worthy than him.
"...Naru-chan, what did my mother look like?" Daisuke suddenly asked and Naruto
jumped a little, startled by the question. That caught the man off guard.
Daisuke could tell by the look in his blue eyes.
"You don't know…?"
The boy shook his head. "No. Daddy never shows me any photos, but he tells me
she's a queen faraway somewhere in the world. He told me that story once."
Naruto's brows creased. What was that dummy telling his son?
"It never made sense to me. If she's a queen ruling somewhere farwar why didn't
she take me with her? Wouldn't she need a prince to put on the throne? And then
I came to the conclusion that Daddy was lying to me." He scowled.
Naruto frowned. Yes, Sasuke must intend on fucking his child up for life.
"You knew my mother, right?"
"Uh.. Y-Yeah, um..,"
"You and my mother were friends then?" Daisuke gleamed, hopefulness in his
eyes.
Naruto turned away, grimacing. He didn't know how to answer that!
"You were, right..?" The excitement in Daisuke's voice disappeared when the
Uzumaki stayed quiet.
Naruto cleared his throat and turned back to him. "Um, well, your mother didn't
really like me very much." It was true. He couldn't lie to the kid. He and
Isabella had a hate-dislike relationship. And she certainly didn't like how
close he and Sasuke were.
"Forget it then." Daisuke huffed, turning back to the television.
Naruto felt the guilt just building up inside him. The pure look of
disappointment on the child's face. Great. He must have upset him.
"If she didn't like Naru-chan, then I don't like her." He simply muttered.
Naruto arched a brow surprisingly. Damn, the way Daisuke just brushed that off.
Tilting his head, he leaned his cheek Daisuke's head. He still felt bad. He
wanted to be there for Daisuke in the way that woman had never been. How could
a mother abandon their child, how could any parent for that matter–Right, his
own parents did the same. He knew the emptiness of not knowing who you came
from or where they even were. It sucked.
Now, Daisuke was going through that and he wouldn't let him deal with it alone.
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To be continued...
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***** Stage of Eros and Voice Of An Angel *****
Chapter Notes
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                          "Hey, do you remember them?
                            The words you gave me,
                      they are still shining in my heart.
                       ..If you hadn't been there for me
                    in those days I might not be the person
           I am now.." ( - Kimi tte. Kana Nishino. /Daisuke's song.)
Warning: An awkward Uchiha Sasuke. ;-)
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Rolling his hips, Naruto grinned and sniffed the aroma of the sizzling pancakes
in the pan on the stove. It was ten in the morning and he was still wearing his
pajamas, his hair strewn from his sleep.
He felt so awake this morning, which was rare because he usually slept in on
the weekends. Maybe it was because his date with Utakata had actually been nice
and he found himself interested in someone other than Sasuke.
The sound of pattering feet approaching the kitchen pulled him from his
thoughts and he turned his head to see Aki and Daisuke walk through the kitchen
door. Naruto showed them a half-smile, holding the spatula. "Good morning,
guys. Hungry?"
Daisuke rubbed his eyes and Aki yawned, the both of them taking a seat at the
kitchen table.
"Yes. I'm hungry." Daisuke murmured groggily, his long hair disheveled.
"Can I have four pancakes, please?" The Hyuga asked in a slight murmur as well,
lying his head down on the table. He wanted to go back to sleep, but Daisuke
had already woke him up, and when he was up, he was up.
"Yeah, sure. Everything is almost done." Naruto whistled a cheerful little
tune, using the spatula to flip the pancakes in the pan and then took two eggs
out of the carton on the counter beside the stove. He swiftly cracked them over
another pan that the beef bacon was cooking in. He felt like having an American
style breakfast today.
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Daisuke munched happily, his syrup-glossed lips smacking together. "This is
soooo good, Naru-chan! I was SO hungry!"
"Uh-huh," Aki licked his lips, slicing off another fluffy piece of pancake with
a butter knife and using his fork to stuff the pancake into his mouth. "Maybe
even better than my father's pancakes."
"Better not let Neji hear that, Aki," Naruto jeered and Aki shrugged, eating
another piece of pancake. "So, Aki, Dai, what should we do today?"
Daisuke pursed his lips, arching a brow. "I need an outfit for the talent
show," He mentioned, smiling, and the Uzumaki nodded in understanding. "So I
was thinking that that is what we should do today."
"Yes, I think the mall would be fun today too, Naruto-san." Aki agreed,
bringing a piece of bacon to his lips.
"Alright, it's settled then." Naruto said, using his fork to break open the
yolk of his sunny-side-up egg. "Finish up and we'll get going when we're done."
He told them, grabbing the bottle of syrup and pouring it onto his hot
pancakes. "Oh, Dai', do you still need help finding a song for the talent
show?"
"Nope. Ita-nii helped me."
"Oh God," Naruto remarked, dread in his eyes. He didn't even want to know what
the child's uncle had picked out for him. Itachi, though he was like a big
brother to Naruto, could come across as unfiltered and had a rather crude
honesty about him, always had since they were children. He loved that about
him, but it was better that his ways didn't rub off on Daisuke. The boy
cherished him, so much that Daisuke could aspire to follow in Itachi's whore-
ish footsteps, which Naruto didn't want. He could only pray the song was age
appropriate.
"Naru-chan, did you hear from Daddy at all this morning?"
Naruto's eyebrows crinkled in sudden realization. "No. ..Now that you mention
it, I didn't. Maybe I should call him." He muttered, scooting back in his seat
and getting up from the table.
Daisuke then turned to the Hyuga next to him before lifting an eyebrow at him.
"Aki? What happened to your face?" He questioned oddly, reaching for his glass
of orange juice while staring at the flushed mark on the side of Akis cheek.
Aki wiped his mouth with his napkin and then glared at him. "Daisuke, you
pushed me off the bed."
Daisuke pouted, confusingly. "Whaa? No I didn't! When? It looks like a foot
print!" He laughed.
"You kicked me!"
"Oh." Daisuke went silent, dumbfounded. He did kind of remember that now.
"...Sorry." He softly apologized.
Aki rubbed the side of his face. It was still a bit sore, but not to the point
that he was in too much pain.
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They had arrived at the mall at twelve and had been in the clothing store for
two hours now, annoyingly. Daisuke picked out all of his outfits and decided he
was ready to try them on. Naruto and Aki took a seat on the long bench outside
of the dressing rooms and the little Uchiha went into a stall.
They waited patiently, exchanging small talk while doing so, and five outfits
later, Daisuke was still conflicted.
The little Uchiha didn't know which one he liked better.
"Dai', you need help in there?" Naruto called out in concern.
"No!" The child shouted back.
Naruto sighed, looking down at the five other outfits in his arms and Daisuke
had more outfits in there with him.
"Okay! Here I come!" Daisuke announced gleefully, pushing the door open and
then walking out.
The Uzumaki felt a smile quirk onto his lips and Aki stiffened, flush staining
his cheeks.
The dark shaded jeans were attached to suspenders straps, one hanging off
Daisuke's shoulder over a grey v-neck shirt. The outfit went together well with
Daisuke's hair as well, his hair cascading along his back in two, long braids,
which Naruto did for him before they left the house.
"Nice?" Daisuke asked, strutting in front of the two, confidence oozing from
him. "I look amazing, huh?"
Naruto inwardly rolled his eyes. Oh God, that was definitely the cocky blood of
Uchiha Sasuke flowing through him.
"Yes, you look amazing, Daisuke," He replied, grinning.
"Of course I do." Daisuke smirked in triumph before he arched an eyebrow at
Aki.
Giving a shake of his head, Naruto then looked over at Aki and smiled. He knew
Daisuke wasn't set without Daisuke's approval as well. "Aki," He touched his
shoulder, leaning over and the brunette stared at the Uchiha absently. "He
looks nice, right?" Naruto insisted, wanting to leave the damn store already.
His ass was getting numb.
Aki shrugged, looking away and puffed out his cheeks. "I.. guess."
Daisuke threw his hands up exasperatedly. If Aki didn't approve, then he didn't
approve. He turned on his heels and stormed back inside the dressing room.
"Hey, Aki," Naruto placed a hand on the top of his head and the child looked up
at him. "You wanna hurry and get out of here, right?" The Hyuga nodded. "Well
you have to agree. Uchiha will take forever in clothing stores, they're like
women honestly. But if you want to sit here for hours...,"
"No! I want lunch." He responded, certain.
"Then agree on something." Naruto told him, ruffling his hair and the Hyuga's
shoulders slumped.
"..Okay." This was how he felt when he was shopping with his mother.
A while had gone by since Daisuke went back into the dressing room and Naruto
was starting to get a little worried. "Daisuke?"
"I'll be right out!"
The Uzumaki huffed and then crossed his arms over his chest.
There was a faint creak as the door came open. The small child stepped out and
Naruto's and Aki's eyes widened. The Uchiha was clad in black pants and a white
dress shirt, a bright, red tie hanging loosely from the collar.
He looked at them pointedly, waiting on compliments.
"Definitely that one!" Naruto grinned, finding that Daisuke looked a lot more
handsome in that outfit.
"Now that's cool!" Aki commented, giving a nod of approval.
"Yes! This one it is!" Daisuke pumped his fist in the air. He finally found his
outfit!
"Alright, let's get it so we can go get lunch, Daisuke," Naruto shooed him back
in the direction of the dressing room stall and the Uchiha ran back inside.
"Let me know if you need any help, Daisuke."
"Okay!"
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"Please, come again!" An employee rejoiced as they headed out of the store and
stepped into the rest of the mall where people walked and bustled around.
"That was so much fun!" Daisuke grinned, wearing shades on his face, his bags
dangling from his arms.
Naruto chuckled and shook his head. Uchiha were like women when it came to
shopping. Want to make an Uchiha happy? Want to halt an Uchiha bitch-fit? Take
them shopping and the balance shall be restored to the universe.
"If you were just going to buy all the outfits you could have tried them on at
home, Daisuke." Naruto said with a sigh.
"I could've." Daisuke snickered, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Women, I tell you.." Aki mumbled under his breath.
"Wha? Did you just call me a woman?!" The boy choked out.
"No, Daisuke." The Hyuga answered flatly.
Naruto laughed at the two kids before he smacked face-first into something.
"Ouch..," He looked up and realized he bumped into someone's back, the two
children stopping beside him. "..Hey, sorry about that." He apologized,
although theperson was at fault for just standing there.
The person turned to him and Naruto blinked twice, setting eyes on Sasuke.
"Sasuke?"
"Naruto..." The tall, pale man was dressed in a black, long sleeve shirt that
showed off the defined muscles of his arms and black jeans with a beanie on his
head to keep from being noticed in public.
"Hey, I tried calling you earlier but you didn't answer." He said, his eyebrow
cocked at him. "What's been up with you?"
Sasuke looked away from him and tightened his lips, afraid he might blurt
something out and make everything awkward. 'How was your date?' That's all he
wanted to know. Also Naruto looked so sexy right about now. The tight jeans the
Uzumaki wore hugged his hips and thighs in all the right places and then he
wearing a white, fitting, long-sleeve sweater, his lengthened, golden hair
falling around his cute face. Shit, he thought doing some shopping would clear
his head of such thoughts, but clearly he was fucking attracted to his best
friend. He needed to snap out of this! Wait. Now that he thought about fuck, he
felt like fucking Naruto. His dark eyes widened and he mentally hollered.
"Daddy!" Daisuke jumped onto his legs and his father looked down at him before
petting his head. "Why were you just standing there?" He asked.
"I didn't think you would be here today, Naruto." Sasuke said finally, ignoring
his son and looking back at Naruto.
The Uzumaki smiled, giving a shrug of his shoulders. "Yeah, Dai' wanted an
outfit for the talent show,"
His eyebrow rising, Sasuke eyed the bags hanging from his son's arms.
"Well, outfits." Naruto sighed, once again. "Oh, you should come with us, teme.
We were just about to go grab lunch." He mentioned, playfully hitting the man
on the shoulder and the Uchiha flinched on contact, causing Naruto stare at him
weirdly. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Hn, nothing is wrong with me, Naruto." Sasuke stepped away from the hand with
an awkward expression on his face. "Can we simply keep our hands to ourselves?"
"Um, okay, whatever."
Daisuke let go of his father, looking up at him strangely and then Aki nudged
his arm, nabbing his attention.
"Your father's being a doof."
Daisuke turned back to Sasuke and tilted his head in question. "Daddy, what's
wrong with you?"
"Nothing." Sasuke waved the child off, laughing forcibly.
Naruto blinked, taking in the man's posture and then laughed. "Sasuke, you're
being so weird. Stop. It's creeping me out." He hit him in the arm as he walked
passed him.
Sasuke frowned, turning to follow Naruto. 'Creepy?'
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As they were all heading for the food court, there was an announcement being
made through a microphone outside of an entertainment media store that caught
Naruto's attention and a bunch of people were gathered by the miniature stage
near beside the store entrance.
"Come up and show that you can heat up this audience and you will win two free
tickets to Jay Park's upcoming concert here in Tokyo this weekend!" The
boisterous man spoke into the microphone, his tone egging and thrilling the
crowd.
Naruto stared over at the crowd cheering with big, blue eyes after hearing
about Jay Park's concert. He was a fan Jay Park and would just about anything
to get those tickets that his paycheck denied him the pleasure of buying. He
looked over at the Uchiha standing beside him and Sasuke caught the look,
turning to him.
"Don't."
"I need those tickets!" He yelled, starting off for the stage. "Besides, nobody
else is gonna do it!"
Sasuke sighed, his eyes narrowed.
"No way... Naru-chan's gonna do it?!" Daisuke beamed excitedly.
"Hn. That idiot." Sasuke pocketed his hands, watching from where he stood.
Aki felt the heat rush to his face, already feeling embarrassed. "He's insane."
Naruto stepped up on the stage after telling the announcer his name and the
announcer pointed to the DJ in cue for the music to start.
The announcer felt his cheeks heat as he eyed the attractive blonde haired man
and then grinned at the crowd. "Looks like we've got a brave one, everybody!"
"Hey! You're hot!" A person in the crowd shouted at Naruto and Naruto looked
down at the person at the front of the crowd, showing the girl a smile and she
blushed a deeper shade of red.
The music finally started up and it was definitely a pop song, but it was
sensual, with a hint of R & B. Naruto smirked and swayed his hips in rhythm
with the beat. He had this in the bag.
Sasuke frowned and felt all the heat in his body run south, straight to his
cock when he witnessed start doing very suggestive dance moves. He didn't want
anyone to lay eyes on the beauty that was Uzumaki Naruto.
"Woooh! Go, Naru-chan!" Daisuke cheered.
The crowd roared and shouted in excitement, Sasuke deeming most of them
perverts who were enjoying the show. The Uzumaki flipped his hair away from his
face, swinging his hips and bit the tip of his finger nail, his blue eyes
alluringly. That was when some guys in the crowd started trying to get around
to the side of the stage, obviously to get a look at Naruto's ass.
Aki was completely baffled.
Sasuke's eye twitched in irritation, his jaw tight and clenched.
Naruto laughed, looking down at the wild crowd and blushed ran across his
cheekbones. With another sexy hair flip, he whirled around and placed a hand on
his lower back, rotating his hips and a heard a lady squeal. It was only when
the music stopped that Naruto turned back around and looked over at the
announcer, panting heavily, his gaze hopeful.
Sasuke was more or less relieved when the flustered announcer congratulated the
Uzumaki and handed over the concert tickets to Naruto.
The Uzumaki squealed, thanking the man and then ran back over to them, slipping
the tickets into his pants pocket. "I got them, yeah baby!" He put his hand out
to Daisuke and the child high-fived him.
Sasuke looked at the blonde with narrowed eyes. "Yes, of course–" His eyed grew
wide when Naruto suddenly hugged him, clearly out of excitement. Sasuke
swallowed, his heart and dick throbbing at the contact before he returned the
embrace. His heart had never been strange like this. He couldn't get used to
it.
His cheeks flushing greatly, Naruto's blue eyes widened. "..Um, Sasuke?"
"Hm?"
"Your hand is on my ass." He said, feeling the firm hand groping his backside.
Sasuke blinked. "It is?"
"Yeah."
"Oh. Sorry about that, it was an accident." He quickly removed it, clearing his
throat. 'Bad, bad hand!'
Naruto pulled back from the Uchihas embrace, the tension around them awkward.
"Uh, yeah.. So, would you.. maybe want to go together? To the concert, I mean."
"Yes, to see your precious Jay Park-sama." Sasuke replied, shooting him a
sarcastic smirk.
"Oh, shut up. C'mon, let's go get lunch," Naruto laughed, walking passed the
Uchiha and Sasuke chuckled, strolling after him. "Aki, Daisuke! Let's go!"
Naruto called over to the two kids that ventured off to play the on the gaming
machine outside of the Toy Store.
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The day of the talent soon arrived and the school's auditorium was packed with
people, parents, families, guests, and children who attended the school.
Aki was seated between his mother and father while Naruto and Sasuke sat beside
them.
"I wonder how good Daisuke really is at this 'singing'," Sasuke murmured to
himself, arching an eyebrow at the stage at the front of the room.
"Really good." Aki remarked, having heard the man and Sasuke looked over at
him, appearing curious of how he knew that. "He's amazing, really. He wants to
make you the most proud, Sasuke-san." He told him, on Daisuke's behalf. Daisuke
talked about wanting to make his father prouder than he had ever been of him
with his performance today.
"Hn." Sasuke returned his gaze ahead.
"I'm sure Daisuke would only do this because he knows he's good at it, Sasuke.
I'm sure he'll do fine." Tenten smiled before taking a drink of her bottled
water.
"Yes, I would think you would have a bit more faith in your own son, Uchiha."
Neji snorted, smirking.
"Hyuga, I don't think I asked for any comment from you." Sasuke stated briskly,
not sparing Neji a single glance.
"Hey, chill guys. Please?" Naruto nudged Sasuke's arm and the raven turned his
nose up in annoyance. "Oh look, there's Itachi!" Naruto pointed out the man
seated in one of the very front rows. Of course he just had to get the best
seat, didn't he?
It was a few minutes that room lights dimmed and the talent show began. And it
happened to be hilarious. Naruto wanted to know why the hell the parents of
these children really allowed them to embarrass themselves like this today.
Granted some kids that kind of messed up their acts laughed it off, while
others yelled and scolded themselves out of frustration.
Now it was time for the eleventh act – Uchiha Daisuke.
The audience was silent as the small Uchiha child clad in the handsome outfit
he bought over the weekend walked out onto the stage, his long hair spilling
over his shoulders and down his back. Daisuke didn't miss the awes that escaped
the audience and blushed slightly, showing them a soft smile.
"Oh, I'm so excited!" Tenten chimed quietly, clasping her hands together.
Aki blushed at the sight of Daisuke. He looked really nice in the outfit he
picked out.
Sasuke watched his child intently. He never heard his son sing in a serious
manner, so this was nerve-wracking.
Up on the stage, Daisuke looked over the audience until he spotted his father,
Naruto and uncle, Itachi. He smiled wider and then walked forward, taking the
microphone off of the stand it was on and grasped it tight, bringing it to his
lips. "Good evening, everyone. My name is Uchiha Daisuke and today I'm going to
sing a song for a very special in my life. So," He said before turning his
head, silently cuing for his sensei who was backstage that he was ready.
He breathed out slowly, easing his nerves. He was glad he drank a fair amount
of water beforehand because he did not want to mess up in front of all these
people.
The music then began to play throughout the auditorium, the harmony building
gently before it became upbeat. Daisuke swayed to the music, his eyes closing.
"Hey, do you remember them? The words you gave me, they are still shining in my
heart. ...If you hadn't been there for me in those days I might not be the
person I am now.."The microphone at his mouth, an angelic melody left his lips.
Naruto and Sasuke were astonished, their eyes wide. That was... Daisuke? That
beautiful, powerful voice was coming from such a small person, their Daisuke?
It hadn't just been Sasuke and Naruto though. The whole crowd had been blown
away, everyone murmuring in amazement amongst themselves.
"What's wrong? It's unlike you to wear such a gloomy face, things that you
can't do by yourself aren't scary if you face them together...," Daisuke's
opened his glistening eyes, blushing at the surprise on the faces in the
audience. "You don't, you don't, ever cry. Try to remember that. I am, I am a
little clumsy, but I want to accept every part of you now. I am here for you."
His voice rose gracefully and he placed his hand on his heart, singing with the
pure passion in his heart.
"The dreams we talked about are still too far away to see," Daisuke held his
head high, his eyes meeting Naruto's blue ones. "But you taught me that
everything has value. I don't want to lose, because you're also doing your
best. The two of us, we can make our dreams come true!"
Naruto felt the wetness brimming in his eyes, gazing at the child and slowly a
smile curved onto his lips. He was Daisuke's 'special person.'
"You are, you are, always strong. Try to remember that! I am, I am a little
clumsy, but I want to see your weakness as well now. I am here for you,"
Tenten held a hand to her chest, tears building in her eyes. Daisuke was
phenomenal, so beautiful.
"…I will stay with you. No matter what happens. Even if you stumble or waver,
babe, you know I will stay with you. I'll stay by your side, no matter what
darkness may come!" Daisuke then smiled at his father and the man showed him a
proud smirk, crossing his arms over his chest.
"My life changed. After I met you, sharing both the happy and the sad things!
They're shining, these brand new days so lift your head! I am here for you," He
slowed the melody in sync with the beat. "You don't, you don't,"He gestured to
the crowd, getting them to sing along with him.
"You don't, you don't!" The audience sang with him, others already applauding
his performance.
"Ever cry, try to remember that! I am, I am a little clumsy, but I want to
accept every part of you now. I am here for you!" He closed his eyes, his voice
venturing into a heavenly high-note, his soul out pouring. "I will stay with
you. No matter what happens. Even if you stumble or waver, babe, you know I
will stay with you. I'll stay by your side, no matter what darkness may come. I
am by your side..!"
The euphony faded out and Daisuke grinned, panting, blush on his cheeks as the
audience applauded and cheered.
That was the most amazing performance everyone had seen all evening.
Daisuke blew them all kisses just like his uncle taught him and then he waved
at Itachi, the man showing smile and nodding, silently praising him. He had
done great, just like they practiced. Perfect. Daisuke then bowed his head
before making his way off the stage.
He chose that song because he wanted Naruto to know how special he was to him
and how much he needed him in his life. ...
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To be continued...
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***** The Past Is Crying Again *****
Chapter Notes
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Author's note: Working to have the newest chapter for Married to My Boss
updated this weekend on FF and decided to drop another chapter on here as well.
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                        "You're leaving, you're leaving
                       Without a word, you're leaving me
                   I should have cared for you a little more
                     I should have loved you a little more
                        A regretful love is leaving me
                          Crying again, crying again,
                     my love who I loved like my own life
                          Crying again, crying again,
                    I try to steady my heart and hold it in
                           but love is crying again
                         I call, call, call out to you
                  I hold and hold onto you but you turn away
                             It hurts so much that
         I can't breathe." ( - Crying_Again. Moon Myung Jin. /Sasuke.)
Warnings: Jealousy working 'someone' like a motherfucker. ;) Flash Back.
Exploding emotions. Sultry teenagers. MENTIONS OF PAST CHILD ABUSE/SEXUAL ABUSE
(may be triggering).
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The past month for Naruto and Utakata was going smooth. Naruto thought it would
be harder for him to transition from being single and into a relationship. He
was actually quite enjoying it, having that special someone for himself. He
didn't think he could ever feel exactly the same way he felt about Sasuke
toward anyone else, but not all types of 'love' were the same, even if he
wasn't in 'love' with Utakata just yet.
The lamp in the living room of Utakata's home dimly lit the room while on the
sofa, the police officer had his fingers buried in golden locks as tan hands
smoothed over his sculpted chest over top of the white tank top he wore.
Utakata shuddered, a familiar heat coursing through him, causing his pants to
grow tighter and took the initiative to force Naruto's lusty mouth wider with
his own.
"Mmh..," Naruto breathed a heavy mewl, straddled on his boyfriend and glided
his tongue across Utakata's. The air between them was getting hotter and
heftier, suffocating them in desire. Naruto grinded on Utakata, moaning
slightly at the pressure of Utakata's clothed erection pressing against his own
before he felt Utakata's fingers slip from his hair and the hands moved onto
the belt of his jeans. A thick blush riding along his cheekbones, Naruto pulled
back from kiss and grabbed Utakata's hands, showing the officer a lop-sided
grin. He was nervous and his heart was racing. The sensations he was feeling
'down there' were intense and strange.
His voice heavy, Utakata panted. "..Naruto, you're so fucking hot."
Naruto chuckled, panting as well, and ran his fingers through his hair, getting
the golden tresses out of his flushed face. "I'm aware. Thanks," He quipped,
his lips kiss-bruised. He then raised Utakata's arm, taking a curious glance at
the watch on the man's wrist. "Whoa, it's four already?" Naruto muttered with a
disappointed pout on his face, though in actuality he saw that as his out. "I
should go." He told him, honestly. He ended staying over later than planned and
he had work.
Naruto went to moved, but Utakata took hold of Naruto's hips, his grip firm.
"Why?"
"Uta', I have work, and if I'm late Sasuke will not be happy." Yes, Sasuke
would more than likely kill him.
Utakata breathed out a sigh and then nodded. "Okay, but wait a sec'," He
fluently reached under the sofa, feeling around and Naruto lifted an eyebrow at
him. Utakata smiled, successfully grabbing the rectangle, jewelry box. "If I
counted correctly, today is our one month anniversary," He said, his voice
tender as he held the black box out to the Uzumaki.
Naruto took it, his eyes widening. He didn't know how to react. He had never
gotten an anniversary gift before. He lifted the lid of the black box, looking
inside of it. His heart sped up and there was this warm and fuzzy sensation
that claimed him. Utakata cared about him so much he went out and bought him
something so expensive-looking, but he didn't do the same. He hadn't even been
counting how long they had been together. The bracelet splayed along his palm,
he ran his thumb across the shiny gold.
"Do you.. like it?" Utakata asked, hopeful.
Naruto lifted his gaze from the bracelet and showed him a soft smile. "Naruto
N. Uzumaki?" He had read the name engraved in the gold and was a bit surprised.
"Yes, I like it, a lot, " He replied, leaning down to kiss him on the lips.
"But how did you know my name has a middle initial? It's not even on my
driver's license," Naruto leaned back up, bringing the bracelet around wrists
and locked it together.
"That's true, but when I looked you name up in the system I found that your
name had a middle initial," He said, confusion arising in his eyes. "Strangely
enough, I couldn't find out what the N. stands for," He cocked an eyebrow at
Naruto. "What does the N. stand for, Naruto?"
Naruto went silent, swallowing and then rubbed at the back of his neck
sheepishly. "I.. actually don't know. I don't know much about my birth parents,
so I've never really known what name the N. stands for. But sometimes things
like that happen when you're an orphan," He explained, nodding to himself,
slightly embarrassed because he don't know the origin of his own name, or even
who he came from. "I know, it's weird-"
"Hey," Utakata stopped him, touching the side of Naruto's face and the Uzumaki
finally looked him in the eyes. He could tell by the way Naruto tensed on top
of him and the look in his blue eyes that he was embarrassed and probably
uncomfortable. He shouldn't have asked that. He thought it was something knew
about himself. "It's okay. I don't think it's weird. You don't know. I
understand."
Naruto half-smiled, relieved. "Thanks. ..I'm not used to having to explain
that."
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It was seven in the morning and Menma was aware that he should be getting ready
for school, but he could care less. He just finished up doing something that he
would have deemed more entertaining than school, but disappointingly this guy
hadn't been very entertaining at all. He had been an absolute waste of his
time.
"Hurry up." The teenager Uzumaki shoved the guy in the direction of his bedroom
window and the guy frowned, slipping his uniform shirt on.
"Wait, Uzumaki, can't I stay a bit longer? I'll make it worth your while this
time," The taller, older male turned to him with hardened yet pleading eyes.
"Oh? 'This time?'" His cerulean gaze devious and sultry, Menma smirked at him
and then snaked his hands up around the sandy haired male's neck. "Let me think
about it, okay?" He whispered, his voice enticing, yet mocking, which went
unnoticed by the other male as Menma leaned up on his feet and kissed him.
The other male's mouth grimaced at the pleasure that throbbed through him at
the feel of Menma's lips on his and his cock quickly stirred in reaction,
becoming achingly erect in his school pants. Fuck, Menma tasted like a sinful
paradise and it was intoxicating, spell-bounding. It was like his nerves were
electricity and he couldn't control himself. No wonder no guy could resist him.
His lips were amazing too, so pouty and luscious. He kissed back hungrily,
Menma's tongue delving passed his parted lips and teasing at his. Wrapping his
arms around the Uzumaki's waist, he pulled him flush against him and tilted his
head, deepening the kiss before he groped his ass and gave it a firm squeeze.
Menma's ass was incredible too. He could barely contain himself when he
thrusted inside of it and had come so fast. He opened his eyes when Menma
pulled away from kiss, Menma's warmth leaving his mouth and his gaze glossed
over with desire.
"I hate needy guys. Get out." Menma demanded harshly, his blue gaze void of any
feeling.
The taller of the two then glared, turning to open the bedroom window, erection
now painful. "Whatever," He put a foot out the window, twisting his body
slightly and then clutched onto the pipe trailing along the side of the house
outside of Menma's window. "See you at school, Uzumaki." He bristled. He knew
he wouldn't get the chance to hit that again since it was rumored that Menma
never slept with the same person twice.
"Bye bye, Kanda-senpai!" Menma called in a singsong voice, waving and watching
the older guy smoothly slide down the pipe until he reached the ground. "Oh,
and a little advice, next time try to last longer than three minutes. It's
really unsatisfying. Tell your girlfriend I say hello!"
The older male snarled before storming off, his shirt still unbuttoned and
steely hard-on between his legs uncomfortable.
Menma closed his window.'So much for a morning fuck,'He turned around and
frowned at the sight of his messy bed. He went over and picked up the condom
wrapper off the bed sheets before he sucked his teeth and tossed it into the
small trash can that was in the corner of his bedroom.
Silently contemplating how he would properly satisfy himself before school, he
stood in a tight pair of briefs riding low on his narrow hips and ran his
fingers through his silky, jet-black, getting the messy tresses away from his
bright eyes.
He was beautiful, well-deserving of a thorough fuck when he wanted one. From
his seductive features and pouty, supple lips to his pinkish nipples and fair-
skin (that harbored faint scars from his abusive childhood), he deserved to be
fulfilled in every way. He slid his hand down his flat stomach, gently toying
with the piercing in his navel. He was so annoyed. He peeled his bedsheets off
of the mattress and dumped them on the floor before he took a seat on the bare
mattress, wearing a pout. He absently traced his fingers along the prominent
scar running across his abdomen, the result of an injury he received when he
was only five years old.
"Menma, come down here!"
He rolled his eyes, hearing his dad call for him.
Menma got up and walked over to the closet, taking out a shirt and pulling it
over his head and then slipped on a pair of sweats before heading out the room.
His life was good after he was adopted by his dear and precious dad, Iruka.
However, because of how traumatic his early life had been living day to day was
a struggle. There were a lot of demons he had to fight because of the sexual,
physical, emotional and verbal abuse by his biological father, and his
biological mother had been no different from him. They both screwed him up in
the end.
Heading down the staircase, his eyes loomed over the banister at his dad and
Kakashi who were seat on the sofa, waiting on him. He walked off the stairs and
he went over to take a seat on the loveseat. "Yes?"
Iruka eyed him softly. Menma was a smart kid, but he was a handful, which is
what led him to make this decision. "Menma, I've decided that you're going to
have a live-in tutor." He told him, without an ounce of hesitation.
Menma's eyes grew wide. "Wait, wait, wait! What?!" He shouted, his brow
furrowing.
"Ma ma, Menma-kun, calm down, and simply hear him out." Kakashi cut in, giving
the teenager a stern look and Menma rolled his eyes, but obeyed.
Iruka leaned forward, picking Menma's recent report card up off of the coffee
table. "Listen to me, Menma, I know how smart you are and how much potential
you have, but your grades for this quarter.. I feel like they could be better,"
He elaborated, gently. Menma's grades were constantly low and if he didn't do
this for the boy now, he would flunk his final year of junior high.
Menma wore an expression of skepticism, his mouth pursed. "So, you're sending
me to a tutor? You're kicking me out to follow someone else's rules? I don't
like that idea at all, Dad."
"It's not a matter of if you like it, Menma. And I'm not kicking you out."
"Your father has good intentions." Kakashi commented, trying to help blow over
the news and Menma took a deep breath, clenching his hand into a fist. The kid
was pissed, but this was for his own good, and Mikoto was the one who suggested
Itachi for the job.
"Two weeks from now you'll be staying with a family friend. He'll help you with
all your school assignments and work hard to help you understand subjects that
are difficult for you. I've even asked him to refine your behavior and 'bad
habits.' I think it's great opportunity for you."
"Who is it?" Menma asked flatly.
"Sasuke's older brother, Itachi. I thought he would be perfect for the task."
"You're kidding me," Menma leaned back into the loveseat, looking at his dad
and Kakashi as if they had lost their minds. "Itachi? Uchiha Itachi is going to
be tutoring me? Dad, you can't be serious," He laughed.
"Menma, I've already made the decision." Iruka looked him in the eyes firmly.
"But he's so sinister, Dad. He'll probably murder me with studying."
Kakashi chuckled and Iruka smiled slightly. "Menma, it'll be fine. I feel the
more you get to know Itachi the more comfortable you'll be with him."
Menma crossed his arms over his chest, shaking his head at the ridiculous idea.
He would be under Itachi's command for God knows how long and the Uchiha would
have full reign over him. No, he didn't like the idea at all. He didn't know
Itachi that well, but from encounters he had with the man before, he knew how
tall and intimidating he was. He was hesitant to even approach the guy, even
with how attractive he was. Menma's gaze then widened he remembered the tall,
dark and devilishly handsome Uchiha Itachi. Now that he thought about it, maybe
it wasn't such a bad idea. He remembered how many times he eyed Itachi from
afar and the man caused a carnal arousal at first sight. Menma had the eyes to
see how sexy Sasuke was, but Itachi was sexier in the sense that he was older.
Whereas Sasuke had more of a baby-face compared his older brother, Itachi's
features were more developed and mature and his presence was cutting, dominant.
Menma bit the inside of his lower lip, getting hot at the idea.
"Fine," He stayed scowling, to still appear resistant. "How long do I have to
stay with him?"
Kakashi smiled, pleased that Menma came around to the idea.
"I was thinking a year or two, however long you need him help you stay on
track," Iruka answered, thinking back on the teenager's annoyance with almost
everything these past few days. "Have you taken your medication this morning,
Menma?"
"..Yes." That was a lie. He hadn't, but he would simply take it tomorrow. He
didn't think he really needed it today. He felt fine.
"Menma, you know what will happen if you go on and off your medication like I
know you've been. I'm afraid it will trigger a worse episode than before,
Menma." Iruka said, concerned.
"Yes, it's important that you take your medication every day, Menma-kun."
Kakashi eyed him pointedly.
After Menma had stolen Iruka's car that day, Iruka had this gut-feeling that
something was going on with Menma because he had never done anything that
extreme, and it turned out he had been in a state of mania when he had stolen
his car. Menma's psychiatrist recently diagnosed the fifteen year old as
bipolar and there was medication he was to take every day. However, the kid
swore up and down it wasn't necessary for him to take the medication daily.
One, because he was still awkward about having the disorder and two, he didn't
feel different or insane in anyway.
"Okay, I'll take it." With an attitude, Menma stood to his feet and walked
around the back of the sofa, heading for the stairs. "I have to get ready for
school, so..,"
"And please put on your school uniform today! I don't need another call from
the school this week, Menma!" He yelled strictly, but he didn't get a reply.
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The past month had been aggravating, and aggravating because of one person.
Naruto's new boyfriend, Utakata.
His arms across his chest, Sasuke glared. Naruto was late. By a minute, but
still late.
Over the course of a month he had come to realize that he was a lot more
possessive over Naruto than usual, and that he absolutely could not stand
Utakata. Where had the guy even come from? Naruto could do so much better. He
couldn't even understand how Naruto could stand that guy. He was so clingy. And
he had cut into his Naruto-time far too many times for him to accept this
relationship of Naruto's.
Sasuke glanced at his watch, shifting his jaw in annoyance. He called Naruto
earlier that morning and asked him to come help him organize some files, though
that was what he had Karin for. But he wanted Naruto's help. And that wasn't
because he was just trying to dictate Naruto's time away from Utakata at all.
Sasuke inwardly sneered, growing impatient. Or maybe he was. So the fuck what!
Naruto was his!
The two women at the front desk in the posh lobby eyed their employer
nervously. They didn't quite know why he was down in the lobby and simply
prayed he wasn't planning to fire the first person he watched commit a mistake
in his presence.
Sasuke's glared nearly melted down the glass doors before him when he took
sight of Utakata walking with Naruto toward the main entrance of the building.
Spotting the bright smile on Naruto's face as the Uzumaki talked with his
boyfriend, Sasuke's anger spread like a wildfire throughout his body.
"I should hurry and step foot inside so that way he can't tell me I wasn't in
the building!" He heard Naruto's obnoxious voice through the glass as the
Uzumaki came running for the doors, which, failed to open in time, and he
crashed right into the glass.
Sasuke blinked, dumbfounded, and the two women at the front desk flinched at
how painful the impact must have been. That hadn't been a first for the
Uzumaki. They saw him run into the doors about two weeks ago as well.
Utakata hurried over to Naruto, his lover cupping his nose in pain. "What the
hell? You okay, Naruto? How did you do that?" He laughed slightly, taking
Naruto's hand off of his nose and looked at it in concern.
Naruto laughed sheepishly and turned to him, blushing heavily. "I don't know..
Ouch, I hate these fucking doors..,"
"Come here, klutz," Utakata smiled and leaned in, kissing him on the nose. "You
got to watch where you're going. Give the doors a chance to respond." He
laughed, pulling back and Naruto nodded.
Sasuke could have sworn he felt one of his blood vessels burst. Who was Utakata
to kiss on Naruto like that–Oh, wait. His boyfriend. Right.
Naruto and Utakata strolled through the automatic doors of the building
entrance before Naruto came to an immediate stop, greeted with Sasuke's,
clearly, not too pleased presence, the Uchiha's pissed off aura towering.
Sasuke stared down at Naruto, his eyes furious and narrowed. "You're late,
Naruto." He stated sharply and Naruto rolled his eyes at him.
"I'm only a couple minutes late, Sasuke. What? Did you wait for me all this
time?" He questioned oddly, bringing his hand up to at rub his sore nose, but
Sasuke didn't answer. "Look, I didn't mean to get here late, teme."
"Yes. That was my fault, Sasuke. He stayed over at my place last night and we
were up until at least five this morning." Utakata said, his voice an edge
taunting as he slipped his arm around Naruto's waist and the Uchiha glared at
him. He had his suspicions about Sasuke. And he didn't like the way he 'looked'
at Naruto.
Sasuke suppressed the urge to punch Utakata in the face and simply ignored him,
returning his attention to Naruto. "Come on, Naruto. We have work to do." He
commanded, turning to walk away.
"Well I'll see you later then, Naruto," Utakata smirked deviously, taking him
by the chin.
Naruto stilled when Utakata began leaning in. Utakata was going to kiss him in
front of Sasuke? Naruto didn't know why, but the thought of Sasuke seeing him
kiss Utakata caused this horrible feeling to sink into his gut and feel
panicked. But he couldn't move as he nearly felt Utakata's breath brush across
his lips, his face getting closer.
Utakata parted his lips to capture Naruto's, but before he could, Naruto was
pulled away from him and he looked at the Uchiha that grabbed his lover in
bewilderment.
His eyes wide, Naruto turned his head and looked at Sasuke. The Uchiha had him
by the arm and the normally pale bridge of his nose, all the way to his
cheekbones, was greatly flushed, in anger.
"We're going." Sasuke sneered with his jaw clenched, dragging Naruto off toward
the elevators.
Naruto blushed, silently following the Uchiha onto the lift after Sasuke
pressed the button and the doors came open. His heart was beating so fast. He
had never seen Sasuke like this. Naruto licked over his dry lips, staying quiet
as the elevator rose. He didn't know what to say. Why did Sasuke do that? And
why was somehow relieved that he had?
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Naruto stood up on a ladder in Sasuke's office, sliding files into their proper
file cabinets aligned along the high wall. He shifted his gaze from the files
and over to Sasuke who was sitting at his desk with his eyes glued to the
computer screen. "So.. what was that about?" He asked, breaking the silence.
"What was what about?" Sasuke stayed indifferent, feigning confusion.
His eyebrows furrowing in annoyance, Naruto turned his head. "What happened in
the lobby, of course."
"Hn, you stayed over at his place all night, correct? What was that about,
Naruto?" He inquired irritably, turning his narrowed gaze on Naruto and the
Uzumaki stared back at him, almost pouting. Why the fuck was he trying to be
adorable right now? He wasn't falling for it. He was pissed off, especially
because when he grabbed Naruto earlier he saw that he was a wearing a bracelet.
He hadn't seen it before, so he could only guess it was from Utakata.
Naruto was quiet for a moment before he answered. "It wasn't anything like what
he was trying to imply, Sasuke. I'm still a virgin." Naruto replied, blushing
hard. Why did he feel the need to inform him of that?
Sasuke felt his shoulders relax. For some reason the fact that Naruto was
indeed still a virgin put him at ease. "Daisuke gets out of school early today.
I'm letting you off early." He averted the conversation to keep from acting
awkward.
Naruto gave a slight nod and then reached up, the ladder wobbling a little.
"Careful." Sasuke admonished in concern.
"..Woah," Naruto muttered, trying to steady himself.
The Uchiha ultimately stood to his feet, worried for Naruto's safety and
strolled over to him. As clumsy as Naruto was, he needed to stand guard.
His knees jerking, Naruto gasped when the ladder shook again. "Shit! Should I
jump!"
"No, don't jump, idiot."
"But it's going to fall!"
"Relax and it won't–"
Naruto screamed out when his ankle felt as if it collapsed and the ladder began
to fall.
"Naruto!" Sasuke shouted.
Everything happened in what seemed to be the blink of an eye, ending in a crash
to the floor. Papers floating down above them, Naruto winced, sitting up on
whatever it was he landed on and rubbed his forehead. "Ah, fuck. That hurt." He
grumbled, his face screwed up in pain. He opened his eyes to see what it was he
landed on and his blue gaze widened, Sasuke under him, groaning and clutching
his forehead. Naruto's heart quickened. They must have hit heads.
"Sasuke, are you okay?!" Naruto didn't know how the Uchiha managed to catch
him, with his body, but nonetheless caught him. Sasuke gritted his teeth, his
closed eyes grimacing. "Uh," Naruto was beginning to panic because Sasuke
looked like he was really in pain. That hit to the head kind of made him dizzy
as well. Naruto shakily leaned in closer to Sasuke. "Sasuke," He murmured in
worry and finally, Sasuke opened his eyes.
The Uchiha was stunned with how close Naruto's face was to his, looking
straight into bright, blue eyes. A flush arose along his cheekbones and then
Naruto's gaze left his, the Uzumaki going onto check his head. Naruto threaded
his fingers through the front of his hair and massaged at his scalp, probably
in order to soothe the pain.
"I'm sorry. .." Naruto apologized softly, lowering his eyes back onto Sasuke's
face and his heart stopped when Sasuke's midnight stare locked with his. He
could hardly breathe. And the fact that he was staring at the older man with
such longing hadn't registered to him, until a burning heat assaulted his
whiskered cheeks.
Swallowing thickly, Sasuke was aware of Naruto's ass on his groin. Oh, fuck.
Naruto needed to move because he could feel himself beginning to sport a
Naruto-induced-boner, which were the only boners he seemed to be getting
lately. "You have really pretty eyes." He said absently.
Naruto felt hot, even wondering if there was actual steam blowing out of his
ears. Sasuke smirked at him and Naruto scowled half-heartedly, raising his hand
and doing a light karate chop on top of the man's head. "Oh shut up. I don't
need your flattery."
Sasuke frowned, propping himself up on his elbows. "Well it's not like I've
never told you that before, how pretty your hair and your eyes are. I used to
tell you that all the time when we were kids, remember? Usuratonkachi."
Naruto couldn't help but think back on the very first time he met Sasuke.
Sasuke was four years old back then and he had been three, almost four.
"Oh, cool! It looks really good," Sasuke said, smiling. "I'm Sasuke. Uchiha
Sasuke. What's your name?"
Lifting his head, the blonde finally looked at the raven with cerulean eyes and
grinned a bit. "Uzumaki Naruto."
Sasuke smiled bigger and his gaze roved over Naruto, from head to toe. He then
turned forward and silently reached for a paint brush before turning back to
him. "I like your hair, Naruto. It's pretty."
Naruto's eyebrows drew in upsettingly and his cheeks burned red. "I'm a boy, so
don't call my hair pretty!"
"But it is."
"No, it's not!"
"Yes it is, Naruto!"
"Ugh! It is not pretty, dum-dum!"
Sasuke went quiet and blinked. "That was mean."
Naruto darkly scowled. He felt like this boy was making fun of him.
"Fine, it looks 'handsome.' Is that better?" Sasuke huffed, dipping the brush
in the paint near Naruto and muttered, "…My Mother uses that word."
Naruto smiled. "Yeah, I remember, which why I don't need you to keep telling me
that. Tell the women you're with how pretty their eyes and hair are and maybe
your relationships will last longer." He playfully griped.
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After Sasuke let him off of work, Naruto picked up Daisuke from school and then
brought him back to his place. Right now he was helping Daisuke with his
homework in the living room and he couldn't help but cherish moments like this.
It made him realize how much of a 'parent' he actually was to Daisuke.
Daisuke sat on his knees with his arms propped on the coffee table and his
pencil in his hand. "Hmm? Two plus four equals …five, I think." He answered
uncertainly, looking up from his worksheet and at Naruto for confirmation.
"Use your fingers, Daisuke," Naruto put up two fingers on one hand and four on
the other, sitting across from him.
Daisuke eyed the man's fingers and then used his pencil to count them, pointing
to each one. "Oh! Six!" He beamed, turning back to his paper and jotting the
answer down.
Naruto grinned. "You got it!" He praised. And it was at that moment that the
doorbell rang. His eyebrow rising, he got up and went over to get the door. It
was one in the afternoon, so he didn't know who it was stopping by at his time.
He opened the door, lifting an eyebrow at his boyfriend. "Oh. Utakata?"
"It's my lunch break," He mentioned, holding up two restaurant bags with a grin
on his face.
"You could've let me know you were coming by," Naruto smiled slightly, letting
him in and then closed the door.
"I wanted to surprise you." He said, toeing off his shoes. He then walked over
to the Uzumaki and leaned in to kiss him, but Naruto turned his head, avoiding
it. His eyebrows rose.
"Daisuke's here." Naruto told him.
"Ah," He nodded in understanding. He had met Daisuke not too long ago, but was
already he fond of the child. He was an adorable kid and the small Uchiha
seemed to like him too, unlike his father. Sasuke had another thing coming if
he thought he would allow what happened this morning to ever happen again.
"Hey, Dai-man!" He greeted with a smile, walking into the living room and
Daisuke turned to him.
"Hello, Mr. Officer!" He saluted respectfully and Utakata came over to him,
giving him a fist-bump.
Naruto laughed, going over to the sofa. He found it so comical that Daisuke
didn't have a problem with his boyfriend, yet he hated all of his father's
girlfriends. He knew Daisuke was the 'feel-you-out' kind of person and if he
approved, he liked them.
"What are you working on?" Utakata asked, setting the bags he had down on the
coffee table.
Daisuke pouted. "Homework."
"Aw, but homework is good for you. You have to be smart in order to have a
career," Daisuke frowned his face up at that and Utakata grinned, reaching into
his back pocket. "But, I bet you would like a little break," He showed him a
pistol before tossing it to him.
Daisuke's eyes were wide with excitement as he held it. "Wow! Cool!"
"Utakata," Naruto bit out, punching the brunette in the arm.
Utakata winced, looking at him. "Ow! What the hell, Naruto. It's not even
loaded," Naruto raised his fist again, his eyes wide and Utakata laughed,
taking a hold of the fist. "I'm kidding. It's fake. A toy. Never know when you
need to distract a kid so I just carry it around."
"That's not funny, stupid," Naruto frowned, raising his leg and lightly kicking
Utakata in his backside.
Utakata waved him off. "Sorry, sorry. Oh, I got your favorite for lunch," He
pointed to the bag with the ramen in it and Naruto leaned down, skeptically
taking a look inside.
"Ichiraku's! Thanks! I'm starving!" He grinned, carefully taking the cooked
bowl of ramen out.
"C'mon, Mr. Officer!" Daisuke stood up and aimed the gun at Utakata.
"A game of cops and robbers would be fitting of this afternoon," Utakata
smirked.
"Yup!" Daisuke beamed, running off to decide the base and Utakata followed
after him.
"Hey, don't break anything!" Naruto shouted chidingly.
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Sunday had come like any other weekend.
Itachi dropped by to visit Sasuke and his nephew, and surprisingly his little
brother hadn't made him leave sooner than he would like to.
Humming in amusement, Itachi reclined back in the loveseat as he watched his
little brother assist Daisuke with studying. Honestly, this was the first time
all week that he could relax. There was a lot plate at the moment. He had
decided to move out of his parent's mansion last week and on Tuesday he had
gone and signed the lease for the new place he would be residing in. It was a
luxurious penthouse apartment that he would be for himself, a king.
And then upon him getting his own place, his mother asked him if he would take
on the task of personally tutoring Naruto's younger cousin, Menma. And who was
he to decline his mother. He agreed, and so, he had spent his time preparing
for that. He even found himself a bit thrilled about it, that was until he
remembered he was no longer a single man. Deidara confessed to him on Thursday
and while he didn't harbor exactly the same feelings Deidara held for him, he
figured over time he could fall in love with the blond, so he decided to date
him. Well, Deidara did give him a 'pass' to fuck other people, as long as
Itachi told him about it, but the Uchiha knew he would never use the 'pass.' An
open-relationship simply didn't seem right. When he committed to something, he
committed completely. Yes, the turn of events in his life recently had been a
lot to take in.
"Alright, who was a powerful Daimyō in the sixteenth century of Japan?" Sasuke
sat on the sofa, reading off the review questions on Daisuke's history
worksheet.
Daisuke leaned up against his father, half-paying attention because he more
interested in making funny face at his uncle. "Um.. Lord Oda Nobunaga."
Sasuke glanced down at his son and frowned. "Daisuke, quit it and pay
attention." He reprimanded.
"I am!" He puffed out his cheeks, looking up at him.
"No, you're not. You were just making moronic faces at the moron over there."
He smirked, looking over at Itachi and annoyingly, Itachi simply looked back at
him and waved, unbothered by the tease. It was like nothing he did could ever
rile the older Uchiha. He would like to get a reaction of him, at least once in
his life.
Daisuke laughed, poking his tongue out of his mouth.
"Itachi, how long do you plan on staying here?" Sasuke asked his older brother
curtly.
"Hn," Itachi shrugged his shoulders. "For however long my dear Daisuke wishes."
"Forever!" Daisuke sang, grinning wide. He then tipped his head back, eying his
father's face. "Hey, Daddy, do you want to play cops and robbers?"
"No, Daisuke. You have a test tomorrow, so you have to study right now."
Daisuke huffed and dropped his gaze from his father, pouting. "You're so uncool
compared to Uta-nii." He muttered to himself.
But Sasuke caught what he said and his eyebrows rose sharply. "Excuse me? I'm
uncool compared to who?" Sasuke must have heard wrong, or he was going to flip
his shit!
"Me and Uta-nii play cops and robbers all the time. He even let me hold a
pistol, even though it was a toy," He murmured in reply.
His eyebrow raising, Itachi was curious of who this 'Uta-nii' person was.
"I don't care, Daisuke!" Sasuke shouted, a blazing rage coursing him. How could
Daisuke belittle in comparison to Utakata. That was it, Daisuke would not be
allowed around that man ever again. "And you know what? You're no longer
allowed to interact with him. In fact, I'll tell Naruto that tomorrow."
Itachi felt the corner of his lips twitch, in urge to smirk. His brother was
seriously getting angry over a child's meaningless opinion.
His mouth falling open, Daisuke sat up with an unfair look in his eyes. "Why,
Daddy?!"
"Because I said so." He stated.
"Whaa!" Daisuke jumped up off of the sofa, folding his arms across his chest.
"You're just mad because he's cooler than you!" He teased before sticking his
tongue out at his father.
Sasuke's eye twitched. "Dai', I'll make sure you're never around him again."
"You're so unfair! You big, fat, stupid head! I don't have to listen to you!"
He yelled, balling his fists at his side.
Itachi's eyes widened at Daisuke's rather harsh words and Sasuke's gaze
narrowed and hardened as he stood to his feet. "Yes you do."
"Why?" Daisuke questioned, putting his hands on his hips.
"Because I'm your father, that's why!" He barked and then Daisuke rolled his
eyes at him before stomping over to the staircase. Sasuke knew his patience was
thinning. Utakata was to blame for this. That motherfucker! "Daisuke, get back
here right now! I'm not done talking to you!"
Daisuke griped the banister, turning around on the second stair. "I hate you,
dummy!"
Sasuke's nostrils flared, his jaw tightening. Okay, those words actually hurt.
He stormed over to the staircase, looking the child directly in the face.
"Daisuke, don't... don't talk to me like that," He chided, breathing in through
his nose in order to calm himself.
His brown gaze cloaked with sass and defiance, Daisuke scowled. "Stupid,
stupid, stupid! Fat head, fat head! Dummy, dummy dummyyy!"
Sasuke glared at his child, infuriated. Right now Daisuke was the splitting
image of... her. That tone, his reckless, little mouth. He absolutely couldn't
stand it. "Daisuke, stop it!" He raised his hand, ready to spank the boy, but
his wrist was caught and he glared at over Itachi who had him by the wrist.
"Otouto, that would be a terrible way to handle this situation. You're feeding
into him." Itachi apprised, releasing Sasuke's wrist.
Lowering his hand, Sasuke gritted his teeth. He couldn't stand it. He couldn't
stand that Daisuke was as fearless and stubborn as his mother. He breathed in
again, looking at the boy and pointed a fierce finger at him. "You know what?
You're acting just like…," He stopped himself, keeping his tongue intact.
Daisuke turned his nose up at him smugly. "Just like what? A brat? A jerk? A
big, stupid, dummy head just like you!"
"You're acting just like your mother!" He hollered, his brutal tone assaulting
the child's ear. And the moment he heard himself, he regretted his words. He
panted, bringing his hand to his mouth. He couldn't believe he said that. But
he did, and the way Daisuke looked at him right now, with broken, tearful,
brown eyes and an expression so hurt it nearly killed him.
Itachi stared at his little brother, wide-eyed.
Daisuke choked out a sob, red arising on his cheeks as tears rolled down them.
His mother...? Did his father hate his mother? ...And now, his father hated
him? He didn't know his mother, but because he was just like her his father
hated him. Had he always hated him?
"No, Daisuke," Sasuke kneeled in front of the boy, taking him by the arms. "I
didn't mean it."
"No! Let go of me!" Daisuke cried, trying to pull away from him as tears ran
down his face. "G-Get off me! I hate you! I would r-rather be with my mother so
I wouldn't have to be with you anymore!" He screamed, pushing the man away and
running up the stairs.
Sasuke was silent, a pained look claiming his face.
"Hn," Itachi clapped, disrupting the silence. "And the father of the year award
goes to, Uchiha Sasuke," Itachi bristled, his expression darkened in a frown.
"It is so pathetic to hear that his mother's attitude haunts you so, Sasuke. If
I recall correctly, isn't that what drew you to her in the first place?"
Sasuke brought his hand to his eyes, regretful. If there was ever a time that
he wished he could take his words back, it was now.
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To be continued...
A/N: Yeah, I know. Sasuke's a FUCKING idiot. This Utakata and Naruto situation
has him ALL THE WAY fucked up LOL. :( Poor Daisuke. His Papa is so confused and
frustrated with his own emotions he's lashing out. Smh...
P.S - Or it could be sexual frustration too. ;)
 
 
***** Fall and Break *****
Chapter Notes
     I think this has to be one of my favorite chapters I've re-written.
     ;) UGH! The feels...
Author's note: This actually a re-post because last time I put it up I legit
got no responses. :/
                      "I can't figure out since when and
                         since where things went wrong
           Everything feels like a prison from, which I must escape
                 I, out of breath, it's hard to even stand up,
                           there's no place to rest
               Even the reason to endure is getting farther away
                          I fall and break every day
                             I hold onto my scar,
                      which didn't even have time to heal
   As I run through the darkness endlessly." ( - Run. Nell. /Uchiha Sasuke.)
Warning: Progress?
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Sasuke sat silent, glaring at the wall across the room with his hands enlaced
beneath his chin.
Itachi turned his face out of one of his nephew's school books he had been
reading, nonchalantly, and looked over at his brother. "Feel like a piece of
shit yet, Otouto?" He asked dryly.
Sasuke felt his eye twitch.
Itachi snorted, contemplating torturing his little brother further, but he
figured the younger Uchiha was probably torturing himself enough. "Hn. Of
course you do. It was a rather cruel thing for you to say." Itachi casually
looked back in the book.
Sasuke growled out and hunched forward, scrubbing his fingers through his hair.
"Fuck! Why did I say that?" He leaned back up, biting at his lower lip out of
frustration. "..What is wrong with me?" He asked himself, desperately. He then
looked up and raised his hands toward the ceiling. "Lord, I'm a piece of shit.
You can now smite me."
An amused laugh flew passed Itachi's lips. "Now don't do that. That's a
coward's way out, Sasuke."
Sasuke lowered his arms and then narrowed his eyes at Itachi. "Then exactly
what should I do, Itachi?" He said, not that he really wanted his older
brother's advice. However, he had no choice because he didn't know how he
should address the situation. He hadn't moved off of the sofa to go check on
Daisuke for thirty minutes now. He couldn't face him.
Itachi turned a page of the book. "You could try going to talk to your child."
Sasuke pinched the bridge of his nose, annoyed with that answer, but he had
gotten himself into this position. What was he even supposed to say? Daisuke
was probably shattered.
He finally breathed out and stood up from the sofa. "Alright. I'll try that
approach," Sasuke murmured more to himself.
"Wait, Sasuke," Itachi called before Sasuke could walk away and the younger
Uchiha turned his head, looking down at him. Itachi uncrossed his legs, closing
the book and looked his brother in the face. "I'm curious as to who this 'Kata-
nii' person is that my nephew speaks of," He questioned, the expression on his
face innocent, but sinister. "A friend of Naruto-kun's perhaps?"
Sasuke was beginning to feel his blood prickle at the mention of Utakata. "It's
none of your damn business, Itachi. Why are you even still here? Don't you have
Deidara to go home to or something?"
Itachi mocked a masculine pout. "It's not like he's my wife or anything of the
sort."
Giving a roll of his eyes, Sasuke made a dismissive sound at his brother and
then stormed off. Itachi was not making anything better. He was just taunting
him, the evil bastard.
He headed upstairs, striding slow toward Daisuke's room. He tried telling
himself that everything would fine. That all he needed to do was apologize and
pray that Daisuke accepted the apology. He exhaled, approaching Daisuke's bed
room door and raised his fist, knocking on it.
"Daisuke," He called gingerly before grabbing the door knob and giving it a
twist, only to realize it was locked. "Open the door please. We need to talk."
He didn't get a response and looked off to the side, a sharp curse leaving him.
He would just have to try again.
"I'm sorry."
Still he received no answer.
"Alright," Sasuke sighed and reached up on top of the ledge of the door frame
where he always kept the door key in case of an emergency. He went onto unlock
the door, ready to face his son. "You give me no choice, Daisuke. I'm coming in
anyway," He said, opening the door. But only to find the room empty room. His
widened as he walked in and saw that Daisuke's bedroom window was lifted.
His heart feeling like it lunged into his stomach, he ran over and stuck his
head out of the window. Fuck. The ladder. He inwardly cursed his older brother.
Sasuke leaned back in and turned around, rushing out of the room. Of course
this would be Itachi's fault, considering how the older Uchiha got into his
house in the first place. Itachi had thought it would be humorous to get into
the house earlier by climbing in through Daisuke's window, and Daisuke used the
ladder for his escape.
Sasuke stormed down the staircase, his expression unreadable. "Itachi," He said
rather calmly, glaring at the man still seated on the sofa.
"Hn?" Itachi replied casually, flipping to another page in the book.
"Daisuke is gone."
Itachi stopped reading and lifted his widening eyes from the book. "What?" He
asked uncertainly, eying his brother.
"Daisuke is gone, you moron. He is not in his room, and your dumb ass left that
stupid ladder beneath his window!" He finally shouted, losing his cool now that
the shock settled in.
Itachi tossed the book down onto the sofa and stood up, immediate urgency
appearing on his face. "Come on then, Sasuke. We have to go find him."
"I don't know where he is, Itachi!"
Itachi breathed in, trying to remain calm in order to keep a clear thought
process and then spoke rationally. "We will check with Neji and Tenten first,
and if he is not there we should call the police, Sasuke."
Sasuke stiffened, his eyes going wide. If they got the police involved he would
have to explain the situation to Naruto, and Naruto was likely going to kill
him. Sasuke scrubbed his fingers through his hair, conflicted. He could only
pray that Daisuke was at Tenten's home so he could avoid certain death at the
hands of Uzumaki Naruto.
"Okay, yeah. We'll do that." Sasuke hurried passed his brother and Itachi was
right behind him, the both of them quickly leaving the house.
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Unfortunately, his praying had been no good because Daisuke hadn't been at the
Huyga house-hold. He even asked Aki if he had heard from Daisuke at all, and of
course, the Hyuga child hadn't. He didn't exactly explain to Tenten why Daisuke
ran away, and thankfully she was more concerned with finding him.
She and Neji advised that before they went as far as to call the police that
searching around the neighborhood beforehand was necessary. They all should be
certain that he was indeed missing before they panicked. Sasuke and Itachi
thought otherwise at first, but in the end, while still reluctant, they agreed.
So Tenten and Itachi decided they would drive around and look and Sasuke
immediately took off for the neighborhood playground, figuring that maybe that
was one place where Daisuke thought he could be alone.
His breath leaving him in harsh pants, Sasuke left out of the playground after
checking just about every nook and cranny of every tree and children's'
contraption in there. He had had no luck. Daisuke wasn't there. He felt like
his heart lunged into his throat.
Daisuke wasn'tthere.
Sasuke swallowed dryly, sprinting along gate enclosing the playground. This was
his fault! He said something so cruel to his own child and now, Daisuke was
gone. He felt helpless, like the world was crashing down around him. He didn't
know if Daisuke was okay. He didn't even know if he was still alive–No. He
couldn't think the worst. He tightened his fist, determination hardening in his
dark, narrowed eyes.
Daisuke couldn't have gotten far.
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His stare narrowing into an icy glare, it slid onto the person crossing in
front of the car. Itachi tightened his grip on the steering-wheel, his knuckles
ghost white and jaw tense.
"Shit!" He cursed tightly, taking his hand off of the wheel only to bang it
back down on it.
Tenten flinched in the passenger seat, feeling the impact of Itachi's
frustration. They had asked some of the neighbors and checked with a few
parents of the kids' Daisuke usually hung out with around the neighborhood, but
no luck. They hadn't seen him either.
Tenten turned her head, taking a hopeful glance out of the window, although she
knew their luck wasn't getting any better. She swallowed and then broke the
cutting silence. "Itachi, we just have to think," She looked over at him, her
voice assuring. "I'm sure that he couldn't have gotten outside of the
neighborhood. Do you know how long it would take him to get anywhere on foot?"
Itachi didn't respond for a moment, calming himself. Anything could happen to
Daisuke. Anything. He knew what could happen in a single second, so them trying
to find Daisuke themselves was nothing but a waste of time. "Daisuke is an
Uchiha. When he's determined, he's determined. Even if the odds are against
him," Itachi said undoubtedly, gripping the wheel and pressing on the gas.
Tenten went quiet, her eyes dimming. She couldn't exactly argue with that
because it was true. She just didn't understand why Daisuke would do something
like this. Didn't he know what it would do to everyone that cared about him?
Didn't he know what it would do to his father?
Itachi inwardly growled when his cell began going off and glanced over at where
it was situated in its cell phone holder in the car. He saw that it was Naruto
calling and his frustration diminished a bit, but only a bit. He reached over
and answered the call, driving with one hand. "Yes, Naruto-kun."
"Woah, is someone in a bad mood today?"Naruto said, probably mistaking the
frustration in Itachi's voice as annoyance.
"No. There's simply a situation at the moment." Itachi replied moderately, his
eyes roaming the areas around him as he drove.
Tenten eyed the cell phone, inwardly grimacing. There was no way Itachi could
avoid having to tell Naruto what was going on and she knew how much Naruto
cared for Daisuke. He would more than likely panic. Of course he would.
" Oh. ..Well you're at Sasuke's right? I just called to ask you if you knew why
he's not answering his phone. I've been calling him."
Itachi didn't respond for a moment, feeling Tenten's expecting stare rise on
him. He definitely didn't have a choice now. Informing Naruto was only the
natural thing to do. "That would be because Daisuke is missing at the moment,
Naruto-kun."
" What? What do you mean Daisuke's missing..?"
"Daisuke has run away home, thanks to Sasuke."
" He ran away?! What do you mean he ran away? When, Itachi?!"
Tenten flinched at predicted panic blaring throughout Naruto's shouting and
then she and Itachi exchanged a glance.
".. This afternoon."
"This afternoon?! Itachi, the fucking sun is going down!"
Itachi felt his frustration prickling again at the reminder that they hadn't
found Daisuke yet and that it was going to be dark soon. "I knowthat, Naruto-
kun." He gritted through his teeth, keeping himself from exerting that
frustration on the Uzumaki.
"Why... Why would he run away?"
The Uchiha stopped the car and let out a heavy sigh, running a hand down his
face. "Sasuke said something he shouldn't have."
Her eyebrow rising on the man, Tenten now realized that Sasuke hadn't exactly
told her what he said to Daisuke, only mentioned that there was an argument
that got out of hand.
"Oh my God. …What did he say?"
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Naruto wore a dark glare, ending the phone call with Itachi and left his
bedroom, sprouting a bunch of profanities on the way.
What in the fuck was wrong with Sasuke?! To actually say that Daisuke! He
snatched his keys off of the coffee table and rushed through the living room,
not bothering to grab a jacket since his worry was more on Daisuke than keeping
himself warm, and he was wearing long-sleeves anyway. He would be fine.
He was so going to stick his shoe so far up Sasuke's ass the bastard would have
shoe-laces dangling out of his mouth. Figuratively, of course. But verbally
that was what it was going to feel like once Naruto got done with him.
Naruto slammed his front door shut, leaving his condo. He could only pray that
Daisuke was okay and that they would find him.
But Sasuke was so dead.
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After checking down the hallway to be sure his father was still busy in his
study, Aki crept into his bedroom room with a bag of potato chips in his arms.
It should be 'safe' for a while. He crossed over to his closet, using one hand
to slide it open. "Here. I was able to get you a snack, Daisuke." He whispered,
kneeling.
Daisuke peered his head out of the closet and smiled up at his friend. "Thanks,
Aki," He whispered back, reaching a hand out for the chips and Aki handed them
over. Daisuke ripped the bag open and then promptly began to stuff his face. "I
was so hungry. I hadn't eaten since lunch, you know?" He munched, wearing a
pout.
Aki sat back on his hunches, eying the Uchiha hopelessly. "Well, who's fault is
that? Did you really have to run away?"
His brown eyes wavering, Daisuke's shoulders sunk before he shrugged them.
"Yes, Aki. Daddy hates me. There's no way I can continue on with him knowing
that he hates me. In his eyes I'm just like my mother and I guess.. it's a bad
thing," He lowered his eyes into the chip bag, tears glossing over them. "I
want him to be happy.. and if he's happy without me..."
Aki was understandably silent, watching Daisuke put another chip in his mouth.
"You know.. My mother says I'm like my father all the time. It doesn't mean she
hates it," He said, trying to make the Uchiha feel better, but there was still
hurt in Daisuke's eyes. Aki went quiet, again. His mother telling him he was
just like his father was different than Daisuke's father saying Daisuke was
just like his mother. Daisuke didn't know the woman. She was absent in his
life, which probably meant she wasn't a good person.
Aki then breathed a sigh. "Yeah, well, you can't stay in here forever,
Daisuke." He curtly pointed out, bringing his arms across his chest. He didn't
think Daisuke was right in running away. Sasuke looked really worried, and his
mother was out helping look for him right now.
"Why not?" Daisuke whined, jutting out his bottom lip.
"Because my mother is in my closet quite frequently. You'll be found sooner or
later." Aki laughed slightly. "I think she has a laundry load to do tonight
too."
Daisuke puffed out his cheeks, setting the chips down on the floor beside him.
"Oh c'mon. Let's figure something out then! Just until I'm old enough to marry
you, okay?" He suggested, bringing his hands together pleadingly.
Aki felt his cheeks warm and turned away from the boy, clearing his throat.
"Fine. It'll be tough to pull off, but I'll figure out something." He replied,
getting to his feet. "But we'll need to find a way to get you a bed and clothes
as well," Aki tapped his foot against the floor, stroking his chin in thought.
"As a matter a fact, you can just use some of mine. And at night, when my
parents are asleep you can share my bed with me."
"That'll work!" Daisuke chirped before he tipped his head back and looked up at
the clothes hanging above him. "I think I can about fit into your clothes."
Aki smiled, excited to have Daisuke as a 'roommate'.
"Aki, it's time for you to have dinner," Neji idly announced, entering into his
son's room as he lifted his gaze from the watch on his wrist and then laid eyes
on Aki having a conversation with a certain Uchiha. ...The child everyone
assumed was missing right now. He blinked, dumbfounded. "Daisuke-kun."
Aki stilled, turning around and Daisuke smiled nervously. "Hi.. Neji-san," The
little Uchiha waved at him.
Neji's stare narrowed on the two children looking back at him, knowing they
were caught. He sighed, pressing the pads of his finger and thumb to his temple
where his stress built. "Aki," He eyed his son acutely and pointed at Daisuke.
"You have been hiding him all this time? When you were specifically asked if
you knew anything?"
"...Yes." Aki answered, lowering his head in guilt.
"Daisuke-kun, how did you get in here?" Neji asked, finally turning his firm,
narrowed gaze onto the child.
Daisuke crawled out from the closet, getting to his feet and swallowed.
"Through the back door, Neji-san." He quietly murmured, guiltily lowering his
head as well.
"Everyone is worried to death about you, don't you know that?"
Daisuke shook his head. He didn't think his father would actually care if he
went missing, so why was he looking for him?
"Aki, I can't believe you hid him knowing everyone was concerned about his
disappearance. Your mother is searching for him as well and you know how
frightened she is."
"…I'm sorry." Aki apologized, raising his eyes to his father.
"Neji-san, please don't call my daddy!" Daisuke begged, running up to him.
"I'll get in big trouble!"
"I have to, Daisuke-kun. You can't do something like this. Running away from
home and worrying your father... I've never seen him look so desperate, and
scared, even. This was wrong for you to do." He harshly reprimanded, taking out
his cell phone and the boy frowned. Neji couldn't believe Aki hid the child
from them. He had been worried himself. He called Tenten, ignoring the puppy-
dog eyes Daisuke was giving him.
This was absolutely ridiculous.
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The tint sky was like an orange canopy above, the sun setting in the horizon.
The darker it became, the stronger the winds picked up, and the less people
there seemed to be around. It was cold.
Sasuke walked out of the automatic doors of the neighborhood convenience store,
panting heavily and the fringes of his hair curtained his eyes. There was
nothing more he could do at this point. He had asked the employees working if
they had seen Daisuke since they knew him pretty well because of how often he
and Daisuke came there to buy snacks, but still no luck. They hadn't seen him.
He guessed it was time to call the police.
He headed up the block, the aching in his heart unbearable. Why.. Why did he
ever say such a thing to him? He was such a shitty father. He was doing such a
terrible job at raising Daisuke and that had always been his worst nightmare.
He promised himself he would do a better job than his own father had and yet,
he was screwing Daisuke up so much.
The wind sweeping through his hair, Sasuke blinked and felt the wetness on his
eyelashes. He couldn't stomach the thought of something happening to Daisuke.
What if he was suffering right now? Daisuke didn't know where to go or how to
get around on his own. It would be so easy for some sick bastard to take
advantage of that. Sasuke's jaw tightened, his stomach churning at the thought.
He wouldn't let that happen. He couldn't. He quickened his pace, sprinting up
the hilled pavement, even though his legs felt weak.
It was when he reached where the street flattened out that he heard a car horn
blaring. Sasuke stopped, turning his head to look at the car that pulled up
beside the side-walk and watched Naruto get out. His glistening eyes growing
wide, Naruto came storming toward him, his expression sharp and blue eyes
furious.
"Naruto," He murmured silently. Did he know? Sasuke swallowed, straightening
his stance. "Naruto, what are you–"
"You fucking asshole!"
An abrupt fist connecting with his face, Sasuke grunted sharply, knocked him to
the ground. He groaned out in pain, leaning up on his elbow and under his eye
was now bruised. His eyes were wide on the beyond pissed Uzumaki.
Naruto glared down at him, tears welled in his eyes. "How could you say that to
him! After everything she put you through!" Naruto yelled, the pain in his
voice raw and cut-throat. "What the hell is wrong with you? D-Did he really
deserve that?"
Sasuke rubbed where Naruto had hit him, looking away from the blonde and guilt
arose on his face. "I didn't mean it, dobe," He uttered, his voice filled with
regret. "Of course I didn't mean it. .."
Naruto walked forward, standing with his legs on either side of the Uchiha and
reached down, grabbing the man by the arm. "Teme.., get up. We need to find
him," He bristled weakly, pulling on his arm. "You bastard, ...why did you say
that to him? Why?" He asked, his voice broken and desperate for an explanation
from the Uchiha. His eyes widened when Sasuke said nothing, but instead pulled
away from him and wrapped both of his arms around his waist, bringing him down
so that he was straddling him.
Sasuke brought Naruto close, burying his face into his shoulder blade. "I can't
find Daisuke. Naruto, I don't know where he is. ...I can't find my baby boy.
Please," He pleaded breathily, his breath quickening and his hold on Naruto
become tighter, helpless. "I don't know what I would do without him."
Naruto breathed out, suppressing his anger and wrapped his arms around the
man's head. "You ass.. We'll find him, okay? I promise, we're not going to let
anything happen to him. Everything will be fine," He reassured, his tone soft
and embrace consoling.
Sasuke nodded against Naruto's shoulder, ignoring the heat he felt building in
his cheekbones and prayed to God Naruto couldn't hear how violent his heart was
beating, and not from panic. It was so loud, reverberating throughout him. The
feeling of being held in Naruto's arms like this made him feel like everything
really would be okay. That Daisuke would be found, safe and sound.
"Sasuke," Naruto breathed a slight, bitter-sweet chuckle, running his fingers
through dark, silky hair. "You okay?"
Sasuke hid his face deeper in Naruto's shoulder, knowing that if he raised his
face Naruto would see how red he was. "..I'm fine. …Just tell me you don't hate
me." He murmured, his breath shaky.
Naruto smiled a little, caressing his fingers through Sasuke's hair. "I don't
hate you. I could never hate you, dumb-dumb. Till death do us part remember?"
He replied, lowering his chin on to the top of Sasuke's head. The man sounded
like he was going to hyperventilate, so he just wanted to keep him calm.
But he didn't know if his comfort had been enough because his cell phone
suddenly started going off and he let go of the man to reach into his pocket
and get it, Sasuke's face still leaning against his shoulder.
He saw that it was Tenten calling and hope brightened in his eyes as he
answered. "Hey, Tenten."
That was when Sasuke backed his face out of Naruto's shoulder and looked up at
him, the Uzumaki idly looking off to the side.
"What? Seriously! You're kidding," Naruto turned his eyes down on Sasuke,
curiosity and anticipation arising in the dark eyes staring up at him. He
couldn't help flashing a grin at the Uchiha. "They found Daisuke. You're not
going to believe this, he was at Neji's place the entire time," He frowned
half-heartedly at what Daisuke had put them all through and then shrieked out
when Sasuke almost immediately shot up from the ground, causing him to fall
back onto his ass. "Ouch!"
"Thank the Lord. I thought I lost him." Sasuke said, panting as he wiped his
hands over his face out of relief.
"Damn it..," Naruto whined and rubbed at the side of his backside with the
phone still to his ear. "Yeah… okay. We'll be right there, Tenten," And with
that, he ended the call. "Shit.. bastard, seriously?" He narrowed his gaze at
the Sasuke after the man dropped his hands from his face.
Sasuke realized what he had done and showed Naruto a small, apologetic smile
before he reached his hand out to him. "Sorry about that, Naruto."
Naruto took the hand offered to him, the older man pulling him up onto his
feet. "Damn, that hurt," He winced. "C'mon, let's go. ..Ah, Glad nobody was
around to see that. I- I think I hurt my tail-bone."
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Sasuke had a surge of emotions go through him when they picked Daisuke up from
the Hyuga house-hold. He had yelled at him, hugged him, scolded him, and kissed
his forehead as he held him tight all at the same time, never wanting to
release his child from his arms. Earlier he dreaded never being able to hold
his child again, so he treasured having Daisuke within arm's reach.
He, Naruto, Itachi and Daisuke quietly entered Sasuke's place, Daisuke pouting
guiltily as he trailed behind them, probably afraid that if he spoke, he would
get yelled at, again. Sasuke turned his head, looking back over his shoulder at
Daisuke.
"Daisuke,"
Daisuke flinched, startled by the hollow, impassive voice and hesitantly looked
at his father.
"Go ahead. We'll talk later." Sasuke voiced curtly, although his tone was
gentle and he could see it surprised the child by the look that grew on
Daisuke's face. He turned his head and looked forward, exchanging a look with
his older brother who stood near the end of the couch. "Could you help him with
his bath?"
Itachi silently complied, moving his eyes onto Daisuke and Daisuke stared back
into the intent, narrowed expression on his face nervously. His arms across his
chest, Itachi nudged his head in the direction of the staircase. "Come on,
Daisuke." He picked up on the subtle hint that Sasuke wanted to be alone with
Naruto, which he was amused and curious about. Something was different about
his little brother right now.
Daisuke lowered his head, swallowing. Itachi was definitely angry about him
disappearing. He headed passed his father and Naruto, avoiding looking at
Naruto because he didn't know if he was upset with him as well and could feel
his uncle's presence following him up the stairs.
Quiet, Naruto took a seat on the sofa and then breathed out, lowering his eyes
to the floor.
Sasuke sat down beside him, the both of them staying silent for some time
before Sasuke decided to speak. "I don't think I know how to fix this," He said
honestly, reaching his hand to the back of his neck and massaged there, in
hopes of getting rid of some of his stress.
Naruto nodded, knowing that 'this' meant what Sasuke had said to Daisuke that
caused all of this mess. He raised his head, looking over at the Uchiha.
"..What set you off?" He asked, curiously. Sasuke had the unhealthy tendency to
let his stress bottle up and sooner or later he would blow up at someone.
Daisuke most likely had just gotten caught in the cross-fire that was Sasuke's
emotions. Sasuke had never been good at dealing with his emotions and he knew
Sasuke had to have been bothered by something else.
Sasuke didn't say anything, replying with a simple shrug of his shoulders. He
couldn't exactly share the reason had been so pissed off lately with Naruto
because it had to do with Naruto and Utakata.
"C'mon, Sasuke. I know something has to be bothering you," He eyed him,
knowingly. "You've been... tense lately."
"Work," Sasuke stated, lying of course. He could practically sense the doubtful
rise of golden eyebrows and turned his head, looking Naruto in the face. "Work
has simply been stressful. There is a lot going on."
Naruto pursed his mouth, skeptical. "Well.. obviously it's something you don't
want to talk about because you just lied to me."
Sasuke blankly stared Naruto in the face, that overwhelming, no-longer-foreign
sensation of butterflies taking over his stomach. The fact that Naruto knew he
was lying right now was one of the reasons why he was so crazy in love with
him. His and Naruto's connection was like no other. And this reminded him of
that.
Sasuke cleared his throat, Naruto still staring at him in wait of the truth and
he fought blushing. Fuck. The dobe needed to stop looking at him like that.
"Work's been exhausting, Naruto," He said with firmer certainty than the first
time he answered him. "That's all." He hissed slightly, wincing at the sudden
twinge under his eye and touched where he could feel it had swelled.
Naruto finally broke his doubting stare and moved closer to the Uchiha, taking
a closer look at where he had hit Sasuke. "..I'm sorry, about your eye." He
apologized, feeling kind of bad as he moved a fringe of the Uchiha's hair away
from his face so he could touch the bruise. Sasuke took his own hand away when
Naruto had touched it, gently.
"No, I deserved it." The Uchiha snorted.
Naruto leaned in closer, caressing his thumb over the reddened and swelled
skin. "I still feel bad, even though you did deserve it. It looks pretty bad."
His blue, crystalline gaze flickered to intense midnight eyes and it went
silent between them. Naruto licked over his dry lips, his heart pounding hard
against his chest in realization of how close he was to Sasuke's face.
Sasuke eyed the tantalizing tongue that ran over seductive, inviting lips.
Damn. Naruto had to know how sexy that action had been. All he wanted to do was
finally get a taste of that mouth. Sasuke swallowed, the atmosphere engulfing
them thickening and slowly, compelling them to lean in closer to each other.
Was Naruto giving him the okay? He sure as hell hoped so. He wanted to so
badly. Their quickening breaths beginning to mingle, he was growing harder with
each passing second. That sensation of butterflies that he still hadn't grown
accustomed to had form into something more, something that felt like liquefied
electricity. And it was hot and electrocuting. He had never been so eager to
kiss someone.
Naruto couldn't force himself to break eye contact with the man he loved,
because he still wasn't sure what was about to happen. His feelings were in
control of what he wanted to happen, convincing him to part his lips, but his
mind was telling him how wrong it would be if he acted on what he wanted.
Sasuke's breath ghosted over his lips and it took the sheer will-power of his
mind for him to realize how wrong it would actually be.
"I –I have to go!" Naruto blurted out, shooting up from the couch, flustered.
What in the fuck was he about to do just now? That would have been so bad,
especially if Sasuke reacted horrifyingly. He missed the hurt and rejected look
that had arose on Sasuke's face because he turned his eyes up at the ceiling,
avoiding looking his best friend in the face. "Utakata and I have d-dinner
plans tonight.. so...," He explained, trying not to sound awkward, but sounding
very awkward. Tucking a side of his hair behind his ear, he went to walk passed
Sasuke, but that was when his wrist was grabbed with a strong grip and he
tensed, turning to look at Sasuke with a stunned and confused expression on his
face.
His throat caught, Sasuke was stunned himself. He witnessed the look on
Naruto's face and reluctantly let go of him. Naruto didn't want...
"Uh, yes. You should go."
Naruto, his stomach strangely dropping in disappointment, nodded and went to go
put on his shoes.
It was moments later that the front door shut after Naruto left out and Sasuke
leaned back against couch. What the fuck? He was aware that Naruto loved him,
maybe years too late, but he knew. But Naruto hadn't wanted to kiss him and
even brought up Utakata. "Damn it," He groaned, scrubbing his fingers through
his hair, frustrated out of his God damned mind. It hurt. It physically felt
like his heart was in pain. And the boner he realized was making him feel
uncomfortable in his pants was painful as well. He had never felt anything like
this. His entire person reacted to Naruto before anything even happened,
physically, mentally, and emotionally.
His jaw clenched and his head fell back.
If only he had realized his feelings sooner, Naruto would have been his and not
in someone else's grasp.
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To be continued...
A/N: Jojo's song Too Little Too Late pops into my heads as Sasuke's theme when
seeing the state he's in LOL. I low-key feel a little bad for him, but then
again he's put Naruto through a lot of emotional pain even as a friend. He was
such an asshole sometimes now that I'm having to re-read the story as I re-
write some stuff LOL.  What are your thoughts? :)
 
***** Eyes of Gems Shone, The Demon Conqueror *****
Chapter Notes
     Did some heavy re-writing to this chapter, and now I can say that I'm
     in love with it. Even though these are older chapters they're still
     worth reading (even if you're a reader who's been reading since the
     beginning on FF) because the chapters are being proofed and rewritten
     as I post them on here, so it's still something new for everyone to
     read. :) Especially since I'm still working on chapter 49 for FF.net.
     *sigh* It's coming along, guys. I promise!
A/N: Already onto chapter 9 huh? One of my favorite chapters. ;) Alright, let
me say this NOW, and really ENFORCE this. This chapter does showcase an
explicit, sexual relationship between a minor and adult. I believe that readers
should keep an open-mind and be aware that even though by American laws it is
considered illegal, Japan's laws are different and these situations are common
there (a lot of high school girls in Japan do date/'get busy with' university
students). Japan is a lot more tolerant of these kind of relationships,
especially if the relationship is romantic and there is parental consent
involved, so if you've made it this far.. well, you were warned in the very
beginning. Not expecting everyone to like it, but I would rather have your
opinions on the characters themselves, without just focusing on the age
difference itself. The age difference will definitely impact the 'sin', but the
clash of these two characters plays a more important role. I just ask for no
rude, closed-minded comment, basically. This story is set in Japan (take into
account the cultural difference.) But other than that, read on my loves! :)
If You're curious to know how Menma looks in this story - Uzumaki_Menma.
                         "#He choose whoever #he want
                   #He don't lose sleep over no one (nobody)
                           No love, no love, no love
                            #He know what #he want
                          And #he comin' on so strong
                        Don't make me state the obvious
                 You know it ain't no stoppin' it, stoppin' it
                    Nobody, nobody makin' me feel like you
                      Baby, nobody, nobody do the things
                               That you do to me
                            You just hit you a lick
                         We might just have to repent
    Cause tonight we gon' be sinnin'." ( - Minute Maid. Malachiae Warren. /
                                  ItaMenma.)
Warnings: A little Sasuke torture, hehe. Voyeurism? Idk LOL. Explicit Lemon.
Tangy limes. ;) INAPPROPRIATE, SEXUAL RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN MINOR/ADULT.
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When Wednesday arrived Sasuke decided to give himself the day off, preferring
the idea of leisure that came with working from home. He needed some
relaxation, without the stress of phone calls or meetings he would need to
attend. Fluently typing on his business laptop, he tilted his head from one
side to the other, kinking out his stiff neck.
He was feeling great today, refreshed. The conversation he had with Daisuke
last night hadn't been an easy one, and granted he held off on it for couple of
days so that he could get his head straight, but in order to repair the hurt
Daisuke must have felt because of him, Sasuke did his best to ensure Daisuke
that he loved him more than life itself and told him how he was one of the best
things that ever happened to him. It was true. Daisuke was his world, his
everything, and he wouldn't change that for the world.
In hearing that, Daisuke had cried. The little Uchiha cried a lot, and then
hugged him tightly, apologizing over and over again for leaving him.
His fingers stopping, Sasuke was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard the
click of a lock in the distance. He turned his head, eying the hallway from
where he was seated. Call it super-hearing or some shit, but he heard it.
He rolled back in his chair and stood, making his way out of the home-office
and headed for Daisuke's room. Daisuke knew the rule from now on, so the boy
had to be testing his patience thinking that he still had the privilege to
locks doors in the house.
His eyes narrowed, Sasuke stopped in front of Daisuke's room door and knocked
on it. "Daisuke."
It took a good couple of seconds, but eventually, the door came open, Daisuke
standing there in just a towel, his long hair clinging to his wet face and bath
water dripping from his tiny frame.
"Yes?" Daisuke looked up at his father with big, gooey eyes.
"This door stays open, at all times. We had a discussion about the locks,
didn't we?" Sasuke reprimanded, his tone hardened.
Daisuke pouted and shivered as the cold air collided with his wet skin. "But… I
just got out the shower and need to get dressed, Daddy."
Sasuke crossed his arms, raising a strict eyebrow at his child. "And?"
"I can't get dressed with the door open! I'm naked!" He whined, blush arising
on his face. He thought he would at least be allowed that.
Sasuke chuckled humorously, although Daisuke attempted to attack him with such
an adorable look. "Daisuke, I'm your father. You have nothing I haven't seen
since the day you were born," He looked Daisuke in the eyes with a sternness
that spoke for itself. "This door stays open, at all times. Understand?"
"But-"
"It stays open." Sasuke repeated in a much harsher tone, his dark gaze
narrowing on the child.
Daisuke puffed out his cheeks in response, crossing his arms over his chest.
"..So unfair. I should've gone to school today." He grumbled.
"You should have, but you pretended to be sick, remember?" Sasuke remarked,
walking away from his door and heading back the other way down the hall.
Daisuke let out a huff, turning around and stomping over to his bed. He climbed
up onto the fluffy, blue and red SpongeBob SquarePants comforter draping the
mattress, frowning. He didn't think 'the new rules' were fair at all. He wanted
to be able to lock his door, but his father didn't trust him anymore.
Seriously, all he did was runaway. What was the big deal?
He huffed louder and then jumped down from the bed, walking to the dresser in
his room. He opened the top drawer, thinking on what he should put on, but of
course, he couldn't come to a decision. So he simply dressed in his
undergarments and went with his cutest, neutral option: a cozy panda kigurumi
onesie that his father bought him a while ago, and with it, he slipped on the
matching slippers.
Staring back at himself in the mirror, the frown on his face slowly spread into
a grin as he wiggled his toes in the comfy slippers and toyed with the ears on
the hood sagging behind his neck. Just like he thought, there was no way he
could wrong with something this cute.
Satisfied with his choice of clothing, he dragged his fingers through both
sides of his wet hair. It was still pretty wet so it wasn't all that tangled
and he figured now was a good a time as any to keep it that way. He walked over
and picked up his towel from where he had threw it on the floor and began to
dry his hair.
Sometimes it was a hassle to deal with such long hair, but then he would always
remember why he grew it so long. He went back over to the mirror, the tresses
of his hair becoming slightly frizzy because of attempts to dry it. Aki
preferred him with long hair, and even though it was a hassle at time, he could
deal with it. If it made Aki like him more then he would do whatever he could
to make him happy.
He finished up drying it as much as he could and then tossed the towel back
onto the floor before he searched on the top of his dresser for the detangling
comb he kept in his room.
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Sasuke had been solely focused on sending out an important email when he heard
the stereo in Daisuke's room cut on. Damn it, he shouldn't have fallen for that
so-called sick act Daisuke pulled earlier. He felt like he had a newborn again
with how distracting Daisuke was being.
'I found my soul, a best friend. If I touch my hand to my heart! I know the
first face that comes to mind will be, well just you and you and you! But it's
embarrassing, so I still haven't told you yet,'
Sasuke breathed out an exasperated sigh and reclined back in his chair,
listening to the voice of one of Daisuke's favorite singers reach outside of
his office door. He was just about to shout for his son to turn the music down
when the most marvelous, choral sound he had ever heard drifted into his ears.
"To you, who found me.. I say, I'm glad I met you. If I put it in a song, I can
say it thank you! I've spent every one of these precious days just laughing
with you I say thank you! Thank you, thank you! Let me say I thank you! Thank
you, thank you, for now and forever! Thank you, thank you, let me say I thank
you!"
Daisuke was singing.
Sasuke listened intently, a smile curving onto his lips. Well, he guessed the
boy had nothing else to do.
"But there's this great love I feel and you're here watching over me, so I
won't shy away I found my soul a best friend! If only I could, just like
this..!"
Sasuke chuckled, genuinely impressed. How was such a small person harboring
such a powerful voice? And how was it he hadn't realized how much Daisuke loved
to sing? He really must have been too busy, to recently just figure out that
Daisuke was so passionate about music and possessed such a natural talent for
it. He was an Uchiha after all. Uchiha held a talent for everything that they
enjoyed, or hated. Daisuke's singing almost sounded similar to Naruto's flow of
singing. Naruto's voice was fucking beautiful when he was singing as well.
"Again and again, thank you! To you, who found me! I say, I'm glad I met you!
If I put it in a song, I can say it ! Thank you! I've spent every one of these
precious days just laughing with you! I say, thank you!"
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Naruto had been a little exhausted when he returned home from work, but not
really ready to fall face-first into his mattress. Sasuke hadn't been in the
office today, so he hadn't been worked into the ground, like usual. He hadn't
had his superior on his back, demanding him to have contracts sealed by one
time or another. No, he had been able to take his time and let his charisma
works its magic.
After enjoying himself a relaxing bath and slipping into a comfortable pair of
sweats and t-shirt, he had been ready to have himself a delicious bowl of
ramen. However, Utakata surprised him by dropping by right before he could get
started on that bowl of ramen.
"Ahh, wait...–Ah!"
He was surprised by Utakata dropping by because the guy was an officer, so
Naruto didn't actually anticipate him getting off the clock early since it was
a rarity. It was only expected that Utakata's schedule was usually a busy one.
But it was nice when he was able to get off early and they could hang out.
Although..., tonight, 'hanging out' was leading somewhere much hotter,
definitely more intense.
Naruto couldn't breathe properly, Utakata's mouth melding his lips into a
searing kiss. He couldn't explain the feeling that sprinted through him, but
his heart was beating fast and hard, because he didn't know how far Utakata
would go. Even as he felt his boyfriend slid his knee between his legs and
brush it against the inside of his thigh, his body felt like it caught fire and
he was getting scared of losing control of how far he would let Utakata go.
Utakata ran his tongue over Naruto's, his jeans seeming to shrink a size too
small. He was rock-hard. He hungered to be inside the tightest, hottest part of
Naruto. His cock had been starving for it since the very first time he met the
blonde, that day when he pulled the Uzumaki over. It was only natural to lay
eyes on a person as sexy as Naruto and want to devour them until nothing was
left. He gripped Naruto's wrists, pinning them to the sofa, a low, carnal growl
escaping him and settled his hips between Naruto's legs, savoring the potent,
drool-worthy sensation that overtook him when the ridge of his erection
collided against Naruto's equally as hard member, the fabric of their clothes
on serving as an annoying barrier. Maybe tonight.. . Especially with the way
Naruto threaded his fingers into his hair and gripped at the tresses, bringing
him closer and smashing their lips together more firmly, in urge to deepen the
kiss. Yes, maybe tonight.
Moaning thickly into the kiss, Naruto wasn't sure what was happening. His mind
was whirling and his breathing was becoming heavier. But what he did realize
was that it was a only a physical reaction. Everything felt really good, to his
body, but his heart wasn't responding like he thought it was supposed to. He
didn't feel comfortable, he didn't feel that connection with Utakata, like the
one that he felt when Sasuke touched him, and there wasn't that joy in his
heart. That excited, fluttery feeling that accompanied the butterflies in his
stomach wasn't there when Utakata kissed or touched him. It wasn't like with
Sasuke. Right now it was an empty feeling.
His brain cut off for a moment when Utakata rolled his hips against his, making
him gasp at the way their arousals rubbed against each other.
"U-Uta'," He sputtered between their lips, his face flushed a dark crimson and
a light sheen of sweat riding along his cheekbones. Everything was getting a
little too heated. Utakata replied with an absent 'hm?' before he caught his
mouth in his again. Naruto swallowed, hesitating to kiss back. He wanted to
stop.
"You're so fucking hot, Naruto. I don't think I can hold back any longer,"
Utakata breathed huskily after breaking the kiss and lowering his overshadowed,
lusty gaze onto the untied drawstrings of Naruto's sweatpants. He licked over
his lower lip, hooking his fingers into the waistband of the sweat pants and
began to tug them downward.
"–Uh, wait!" His eyes wide, Naruto harshly grabbed Utakata's wrists, stopping
him.
Utakata raised his head, looking him in the face with an expression of
confusion. "What?"
Naruto blushed harder, his chest falling and rising in time with his harsh
pants. "...Don't."
His eyebrow rising at his boyfriend, Utakata panted lightly, already so riled
that he couldn't help but find it annoying that Naruto was stopping him. Once
again. "What's wrong, Naruto?"
Naruto pushed his hair back away from his forehead, the confused look Utakata
pinned him with making him feel somewhat guilty. "Uh, ..nothing."
"Then why do you want to stop?"
Naruto stayed quiet for a moment, reluctant to actually admit the 'problem.' He
began sitting up, Utakata leaning up off of him to let him and sitting back on
the sofa as well. "Well…," He paused, clearing his throat because was still
pretty flustered. "Uh, 'cause I'm…" He looked Utakata in the face, finally
breathing out. "I'm a virgin, okay."
"Oh." Utakata said, definitely not expecting that. However, Naruto's reactions
when he tried to take things further made a lot more sense now. He should have
figured that.
Naruto rolled his eyes at Utakata's unperturbed response. "So, c'mon. Go ahead.
Laugh at me because I know you're dying to let it out."
And of course, on command, Utakata blurted out laughing. Naruto was silent, his
stare narrowing on the brunette. Why did everyone find it so damn comical? Even
Sasuke almost laughed at him that time when he found out.
"I'm glad you think it's hilarious, jerk." Naruto clipped, shifting on the sofa
and putting his feet down the floor.
Utakata eyed Naruto in amusement, his mock of laughter, that his boyfriend
clearly couldn't tell apart from his actual laughter, beginning to die down.
"Jerk?.. And what is it that you think I'm laughing at, Naru'?"
"Um, that I'm twenty and still a virgin. Untouched. Pure as an angel." Naruto
moved his hand in a colorful gesture of sarcasm and then looked at the TV that
was playing the movie they had been watching before things escalated as far as
they did.
Utakata laughed for real that time and reached his hand into Naruto's golden
mop of hair. "If you think that's what I was honestly laughing at, Naru', then
you really don't know me yet," He witnessed Naruto's brow crinkle slightly
before blue eyes turned to him. "I didn't think it was all that funny,
considering I'm relieved to find out how innocent you are. I didn't expect a
local party-boy to have a clean body-count."
His eyes widening, Naruto grinned a bit at him. "Really?"
"Why would someone laugh at you for being a virgin?" He asked, curious to know
who was that much of a dumb ass.
Naruto shrugged, reclining back. "Well, my friends do find it odd, considering
how much of a party-boy I am,.. and Sasuke thought it was pretty funny."
Utakata snorted. "That's to be expected. The guy's a hoe, Naruto. A pass-
around."
"Hey!" Naruto glared over at Utakata incredulously and then slapped him in the
arm, his protective nature over Sasuke a natural reflex.
Utakata had been serious when he said what he said, but he knew to play it off
as a joke and grinned at Naruto, raising his hands in surrender. "I'm just
kidding." He did feel somewhat annoyed that Naruto was so defensive over the
Uchiha, but he guessed he should expect that since Sasuke was Naruto's best
friend. He still couldn't help but wonder about their relationship though.
Sometimes he felt 'something' when Naruto and Sasuke were around each other. He
was even tempted to ask Naruto at one point if he and Sasuke had messed around
because their relationship had that kind of chemistry, however he refrained
from doing so. He would be surprised if someone as hot as Naruto and attractive
as Sasuke had never did that type of thing with each other growing up. Not to
mention, he and Naruto had been dating for a good month already and the Uzumaki
didn't even look close to 'giving up the ass.'
He was pulled out of his thoughts when Naruto's home phone started going off
and the Uzumaki moved to get it off of the coffee table. Utakata frowned a bit
when Naruto began talking. It didn't take him long to figure out who it was on
the other line.
"Dobe, I want to hang out. Come over."
Naruto pouted half-heartedly, speaking into the cordless device. "Teme,.. why
can't you ask more politely? Why do you have to sound like you're ordering me?"
Utakata was now glaring as he listened to the conversation. Who the hell did
Sasuke think he was? Thinking he could have Naruto whenever he felt like it. He
wasn't having it. He then smirked at the mischievous idea that entered his mind
and decided to act on it, leaning over and pressing his lips to the tan neck
exposed to him. Just inviting him to mark it.
Naruto pleasantly grimaced at the heat that spread throughout him when
Utakata's lips met his skin. "Uh, okay. ..Yeah," He tried hard to concentrate
on his conversation with Sasuke, but Utakata was making that pretty much
impossible with the way he was nipping at his neck. "Mmh.., alright. What
time?" He held back a moan when Utakata started sucking on his neck and was
compelled to reached his fingers into the man's already mussed hair, guiding
him closer to him.
"Naruto?"
"Hm?" His blue eyes rolled in pleasure in response to heavenly mouth assaulting
the weak spot on his neck.
"Are you with Saiken right now?"
"...Yeah." Naruto let out a hazed laugh, barely noticing he replied to the
Uchiha.
And it wasn't too long after that that he heard the dial tone going off.
Naruto stilled in realization. "Sasuke? Helloooo?"
Utakata detached his mouth from Naruto's neck, smirking in satisfaction and
reclined back against the sofa.
Naruto covered his mouth, feeling utterly mortified. Sasuke heard him sounding
like that! What if he got the wrong idea– well it wouldn't exactly be the wrong
idea, but it wasn't as lewd as it probably seemed to Sasuke….
But the next time he saw the Uchiha, Sasuke refused to believe that and the
next two weeks for him had been absolute hell, since Sasuke was in fact his
boss, and totally abusing that power to make sure work provided him no time for
leisure.
The bastard!
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Two weeks had passed by rather too quickly in his opinion, and now his living
hell had begun. Well, he didn't exactly know if it would be a living hell yet,
but he for damn sure wasn't looking forward to it.
His head leaning back against the headrest, Menma was seated in the passenger's
seat of Itachi's Maybach with an attitude written all over his face as he gazed
out the window at the passing scenery. He didn't feel like he needed tutor,
especially a live-in one, but on the upside, Itachi was extremely hot, even
more so in person. And that was about the only high-light of everything.
Itachi drove fluently, taking a notable glance over at the teenage Uzumaki.
"Pouting are we, Menma-kun? I apologize, but I assumed everyone was aware that
living with me is what I consider to be an honored privilege," He remarked
rather narcissistically, only to get an eye roll from the Uzumaki in return.
Having turned his gaze away from the window, his luminous, cerulean eyes
wandered over the Uchiha. "It's no privilege since your job is to torture me
with books and lectures," Menma murmured in annoyance, frowning. "And you're
one of those. Trust me, you'd probably be a good fuck, but that's about it. And
I wouldn't need to live with you in order to accomplish having you fuck me
senseless."
"Hn," Itachi breathed a light, amused chuckle. Naruto's younger cousin was
certainly not what he had expected, but not 'not what he had expected' in a
sense that was disappointing. He expected a hyperventilating, fan-gasming
teenager, like the usual brats he came into contact with. Naruto and Menma were
definitely cut from the same cloth from what he observed. They were both
alluringly dignified people, although different in that aspect as well,
considering what he knew about Menma's rather licentious behavior.
It was irrefutable that the two Uzumaki were related at first glance, however
Menma didn't nearly look as much like Naruto as he thought from afar. Today
being the first time he was seeing the brat up-close in a while, he and Naruto
looked very different from each other, aside from the birth-marks that
obviously ran in the Uzumaki bloodline. Menma's features were sharper, darker,
his facial structure was more angular and the luminous hue of his eyes was
different from Naruto's. He possessed a look that was very sultry, seductive,
exhilarating, and yet, innocent.
Menma groaned, crossing his arms over his chest. "This is not fair!"
Itachi sighed, not looking forward to the many more tantrums to come. "Menma-
kun, it won't be as terrible as you think. Your father only wishes the best for
you, and of course wants you to excel in your academics. Think of it as a
blessing that I caught you when you tried to escape out your window," His lips
twitched as he recalled the brat's humorous attempt when he had arrived to pick
him up and Menma groaned louder. "That wasn't a very smart move."
"Oh, so now you're telling me I'm stupid too?" Menma scowled at the Uchiha, his
pouty lips pursed. "It's not like I don't hear it from my teachers every day.
You're no different from them, I guess."
A perfect, dark eyebrow sharply rising in insult, Itachi smoothly brought the
car to a stop at the stoplight he pulled up to and then turned his head,
looking Menma in the face. "I said the move was not a smart one, but that
didn't mean stupid," Menma remained quiet, his expression softening under
honest, midnight eyes. Itachi felt like in that moment he broke through
something. Something thick the concealed that wound that the Uzumaki received
from the so-called role models that failed him. "These teachers that refer to
you as 'stupid' must lack intelligence themselves since their teachings
influence their students and ultimately reflects their teaching-ethic. A
teacher's job is to find what works for their student and use that to help the
student better understand what he or she is having difficulty grasping. If I'm
the same as the teachers that belittled you in comparison to everyone else,
then your father must be conspiring to ruin your future."
His brow furrowing, Menma stared back the man, not sure what to say. Of course
his father wasn't conspiring against him. That sounded ridiculous. His eyes
widened in realization. ...It was meant to sound ridiculous because it was.
Parting his lips, he was now intrigued by Itachi. The man was attractive in
more ways than just one. He was more than a handsome face.
"I-I said, 'I guess.' I was guessing. Of course my dad wants me to succeed in
life," He replied, pretending to be unperturbed by Uchiha Itachi's 'person.' It
had startled him because he didn't know how to react to the 'person' he hadn't
expected the Uchiha to be. Menma flashed him a cheeky smile, bringing light to
sexy dimples embedded in his cheeks. "But you're right, I was wrong about you.
You might be more than just a good fuck. I'll have to determine that for
myself."
"Hn," Itachi looked ahead, stepping on the gas and steered with a one-hand grip
on the wheel. "Menma-kun, that's where you're wrong, again. I'm nothing even
close to the adolescent boys and girls easily influenced by your seduction. I'm
a man with a carnal appetite you simply can't handle."
Menma laughed at that, Itachi's words igniting that fire inside of him. "Is
that a challenge?"
Itachi snorted. "I assure you, it was not. I wouldn't want to break you." He
said, in all honesty.
Menma licked over his lower lip and spoke slow, his eyes gleaming with a thick
cloak of temptation. "I'm not someone who breaks so easily, Itachi-sensei,"
Itachi merely smirked, as if mocking his advances. Menma smiled and rolled his
eyes down onto the tone, pale arm idly settled on the center console. "Oh wow,
you work-out, huh? How much do you bench?" He asked, his voice feigning
curiosity and sliding his hand along Itachi's shirt-concealed bicep and then
down to his rolex-clad wrist.
"Menma-kun, hands to yourself." Itachi told him, impassively. He would be lying
if he told himself he felt nothing. No, that one touch caused a hot stirring
between his legs and it took a hell of a lot of control for him deny such
physical contact. He had never reacted to anyone the way he just reacted to
Menma's touch, and that was startling. He wasn't wasn't easily incited,
especiallynot by brats. However, in that moment, he found himself struggling
with his restraint.
"Alright." Menma hummed, seemingly obedient as he took his hand off of the man.
He felt the way Itachi had tensed under his touch and knew the man had to have
felt something. But he would be patient. He shrugged and leaned forward,
cutting on the car stereo. "I'm bored. Let's play some music."
'-I'mma make you beg for it, beg for it. I'll give you what you need, only if
you say please. I'mma make you beg for it, beg for it. Gon' and whisper your
wishes to me, babe!'
Menma laughed, his eyes going wide and then looked over at Itachi teasingly.
"Well isn't that something? Maybe it's a sign. I know the translation by heart
and I'm gonna guess you're fluent in English, right?"
Itachi breathed out another exasperated sigh, taking a another glance at the
Uzumaki and Menma seductively moved along to music as he was seated. His
restraint was certainly being tested. He took a quick full look at Menma and
then the brat pointed at him, singing along to the sexual music. "Your English
needs work." He commented notably, but that didn't stop Menma from serenading
him louder.
'Not gonna lie to you, wasn't expecting you to have me on my knees, yeah! I'mma
gonna make you cry, tears from your paradise, and love your ass to sleep,
yeah!'
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"Whoooa! Is this my room?!"
"Yes." Itachi strolled into the room after Menma barged through the bedroom
door, his dark stare fixed on one God damned smoking body clad in black joggers
and a fitting, black and red, midriff sweater as Menma gawked over the lavish
room. Good Lord, not only was the Uzumaki beautiful, but his body was one of
the hottest that had ever caught his eye, and his tastes were quite precise.
He swallowed and averted his gaze, battling with his inner demon that Menma
managed to stir. He felt unusual.
"This is nice," Menma reached up, dragging his finger along the stereo system
on top of the bookshelf in the room. The whole penthouse thing had just about
blown his mind from the moment he stepped into the lobby of the building before
getting onto the private, high-security elevator that brought them up to the
entire floor that was reserved only for Itachi. Itachi mentioned that other
people of high-status, like politicians, Tycoons, and Hollywood celebrities
also resided in the building when in Japan. Right now his hell looked more like
a paradise.
"You know what? This place might not be so bad after all," He said, standing
flat back on his feet and turning around to smile at the Uchiha. "Everything
looks nice." He was genuinely surprised by the room. There were two high book
shelves aligned against a wall one either side of the room, the master bed was
extravagantly framed, accompanied with a headboard. And if that wasn't cool
enough, everything else, from his own personal, adjoined bathroom, generously
spacious closet, to the desks, dressers and unbelievably soft carpet that
furnished the room left him a bit speechless.
"You should give your father a call and thank him. He worked very hard to put
this all together for you." Itachi mentioned, having regained his self-control
and suppressing that hungering demon within him. "If I remember correctly, the
last thing he said he needed to do was buy you a television."
"What- For real?!" Menma's blue eyes were wide as he walked over to the bed and
sat down on it, the mattress dipping under his weight. "...He did all this for
me," He smiled bigger, slipping his shoulder bag off and onto the bed. "He
seriously is the best. ..I'll call him once I'm unpacked."
Itachi nodded, bringing his arms across his chest and fully assessed the room
himself, not realizing that Menma went quiet and was openly staring him. He
hadn't seen the room since Iruka had first begun furnishing it and he had to
admit he was impressed. Iruka must have worked hard to ensure that it was
comfortable enough for Menma.
Menma smirked a bit, unable to tear his eyes off of his tutor's handsome face.
"So it'll just be the two of us here? Alone?" He inquired, an enticing hum
leaving him.
Itachi steered his eyes off of one of the black dressers in the room and moved
them onto the Uzumaki, uncrossing his arms and pointing a dismissive finger at
the teenager. "As much as I know that would please you, no. I have a boyfriend
and he visits quite frequently. In fact, he'll be here tonight, so at least try
to be on your best behavior."
"Oh," Menma's eyebrows arose at that bit of information, his smirk spreading
wider. "So that'swhy."
"Hn. Quite the contrary actually. It's an open-relationship and if I did desire
to take you up on your advances, Menma-kun, I very well could. But as I said
before, I wouldn't want to break you."
Menma blushed furiously, now insulted by the Uchiha's rejection. "Why do you
keep saying th-"
Itachi casually cut him off, turning to leave the room. "It's Friday, Menma-
kun. We'll start your lessons on Monday, so prepare that ignorant brain of
yours until then. Or should I enforce some harsh labor and have you get the
rest of your luggage out of the car yourself?" He smirked when Menma didn't
respond, but he didn't need to look to know the brat was pouting as he left out
of the room.
Menma glared at the doorway and then sucked his teeth, flopping back on the
comfy bed. He really wanted to have sex with Itachi, because, well one glance
explained it all, but he didn't get why the man wasn't ready to pounce on him.
Usually it didn't take much for him to get what he wanted. Yeah Itachi was an
Uchiha and his beauty was far superior than what he saw on average, but he was
still a human. And all humans had something that turned them on. He just needed
to figure out what Itachi was weak to. He groaned loudly, his hair falling away
from his face. "Or am I just not good enough for him?"
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Menma groaned out, stretching his arms up above his head after he put his last
couple of shirts into his dresser. He was finally done unpacking and all
settled in. He lowered his arms and then grabbed his cell phone from where it
was beside him on the floor. He checked the time and saw it was nine-thirty. No
wonder he was so damn hungry.
He sighed, getting up and tossed his cellphone onto the bed before heading out
of the room to go scavenge for a meal downstairs. He walked down the narrow,
black spiral staircase to the first floor and sniffed for the sign of food
cooking, but was disappointed by the smell of nothing. He touched his growling
stomach, frowning, and then strolled into the living room in hopes that Itachi
was in there so that he could complain to him about it and urge him to get him
something to eat.
And surely enough, that was where he found the Uchiha. On the sofa, with his
tongue currently down his 'boyfriend's' throat, he assumed. He was surprised
they could even breathe.
Menma scoffed inwardly, rolling his eyes and grabbed the remote off the coffee
table and then went over to the unoccupied loveseat in the room, not that the
two noticed him. Or at least pretended not to notice. And now that he was
getting a better look at Itachi's 'boyfriend', he recognized him. He found it
quite odd that Itachi's boyfriend was someone that he knew to be one of
Itachi's close friends, Iwagakure Deidara. He hadn't pegged Itachi to be the
convenience type, but he guessed if he had a friend that was one of the most
famous supermodels in, internationally, and looked like as much of snack as
Deidara did, then he would fuck them as if they were in relationship for a
short while too. That was the obvious reason why Itachi was with Deidara.
Convenience.
Menma stifled a laugh as he shook his head, raising the remote to the flat
screen TV. "Can you two at least stop and suck in oxygen like normal human
beings? And here I thought rich people had more class than this."
Inwardly smirking, Itachi savored the last few seconds of the kiss and then
slowly pulled away from Deidara's mouth, taking his hand away from where it was
on the blond's hip. "Hn. Well, when you taste lips as delectable as these, it's
almost absurd to part from them," He voiced, eying Deidara's kiss-flushed lips
creditably and Deidara blushed down at him before moving off of his lap.
"Yes, sorry about that, un." Deidara said tightly, annoyed that the brat had
interrupted them. He would have loved it more than anything if Itachi had
fucked him on the sofa, but now that Menma was here they couldn't continue to
fuck anywhere they would like to anymore.
Menma looked away from the television and at the blond, in amusement. "Deidara
right..?"
Deidara nodded, his blue eyes narrowing at the kid's condescending tone. "Of
course you know my name, but I can't seem to remember yours. Naruto's younger
cousin," He tilted his head, tapping his finger against his chin, pretending he
was thinking hard on it. "Nope. Can't remember." He concluded, smiling. He
could admit Menma was an attractive kid, far more attractive than he remembered
him to be, and that aggravated him beyond belief. Puberty had transformed him
from the twelve year old he had last seen him to be and matured him into quite
the young man. Itachi didn't like brats. He found them to be whiny and ramble-
y company, but the Uchiha appreciated beauty. And with what he knew about
Menma, the fifteen year old just might try his luck.
Menma scowled slightly, the hostile vibe radiating off of Deidara obvious. "You
really can't remember? Shame. I only know your name because of Itachi," He
lied, pulling his feet up onto the loveseat and Deidara's expression narrowed
at him. "It was interesting to hear of this open relationship of his. I
couldn't help but remember the name of someone so desperate to be with Itachi
that they would allow that, so of course I didn't forget. The name's Menma by
the way."
Deidara felt the tension raise in his face, his anger prickling. "You little
asshole-"
"Enough, you two." Itachi cut in, his voice firm yet expression indifferent as
he sat forward. He could already tell the two weren't going to like each other,
so he would stop them before it escalated any further.
"What? I didn't do anything." Menma said, moving his scowl onto Itachi.
"You are to be respectful, Menma-kun," The Uchiha showed him a pointed look.
"Or there will be a punishment served to you."
Menma bit the inside of cheek, his jaw clenching up before he showed a tight,
forced smile. "But it's not my fault, Itachi-sensei. Your boyfriend was being a
hostile, little prick." He bristled through his teeth.
"Menma-kun, that's enough." Although his expression hardened, Itachi felt his
arousal growing. Menma knew how to handle himself and didn't easily back down.
He found that to be... appealing. Itachi was aware that Deidara was being a
little standoff-ish because he was annoyed with Menma's presence, but he hadn't
expected Menma to confront it.
Deidara cleared his throat, swallowing his annoyance and showed the Uzumaki a
small smile, despite Menma's insulting jab at him. "You know what? You're
right, Menma. I should play nicely with children, un,"
Menma made sure expression stayed unruffled, but he was beginning to get pissed
off. Child? He hadn't done anything to begin with and Deidara coming at him
side-ways.
"I apologize." Deidara voiced regrettably before turning to Itachi, touching
his shoulder. "Did you really need to tell the kid about what we've got going
on, un? It's none of his business." He murmured through his teeth, irritably.
"Hn," Itachi shrugged his shoulders, reclining back. "He was curious, and he's
a lot more mature than you would think. What's the harm in it, Deidara?"
Deidara shot the Uzumaki another glance and then frowned, leaning in closer to
Itachi. "You don't think he would take advantage of that?" He whispered and
Itachi's eyebrow rose.
"Oh, please. He's all yours, blondie. If I wanted to screw your boyfriend I
would've done it already. I'm the least of your worries, considering he's
giving everyone else a ride." Menma snapped, looking back at the TV and
flipping through the channels.
The corners of Itachi's lips twitched in urge to smirk.
Deidara tilted his lips, running his fingers through his hair. "Well, with what
I know about your reputation of lying on your back for just about anyone, I
couldn't help but wonder if you were plotting anything, Menma. I don't permit
you to take rides, un."
Menma scoffed out a laugh, still trying to decide on what he wanted to watch.
"Yeah? And how do you know about my reputation?"
"Naruto's very vocal about how you've disappointed him in that aspect," He felt
satisfied when his answer got the teenager to look at him and he could see that
it upset him. That was what Deidara wanted. To put the kid in his place.
Itachi studied the look that arose in Menma's eyes and didn't like it. Deidara
was taking it too far. He took the blond by the arm, getting Deidara to look at
him, showing him disapproving expression. "Deidara, it's childish for you to-"
"For me to what? Address him how he addressed me, un? If he wants to play on
the adult field then he should be able to handle it."
Menma gritted his teeth, tightening his grasp on the remote, and finally spoke.
"And I could say the same thing about you, Deidara," Deidara turned back to
him, lifting an eyebrow at him and Menma rolled his eyes distastefully. "Please
don't pretend you're any better than me when it's known that you're nothing but
an industry whore. If you want to refer to me as a slut then you should be
aware that you're just a well-established one."
Deidara's mouth fell open, a furious crimson sparking on his face.
Itachi's eyes widened at Menma's coarse, sharp-tonged retort.
"You know what?" Deidara immdately arose from the sofa, so angry that he was
trembling. "You asked me to try and like him, but I've decided I don't like the
kid. Hurry up and make him intelligent enough to at least write his own name so
you can kick him out." He fumed, showing the seated Uchiha an infuriated glare
before storming out of the living room.
Menma stared off in the direction Deidara left in, a pleased grin appearing on
his face. "Hmm, now that he's gone," He looked at over at Itachi and pouted.
"I'm hungry."
"I see. Is that why you're so cranky?" Itachi smirked slightly, humored. He had
never met someone able to offend Deidara so ruthlessly that it left the blond
speechless. The brat was cleverer than others gave him credit for.
"Hn. I'll order takeout in a bit."
"Takeout? You mean you can't cook either? Great. ..Guess I'll be cooking up my
own meals."
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It was deep into midnight when Menma jolted awake, his terrified, blue eyes
frantically taking in his surroundings and thick tears rolled down his cheeks.
Realizing that he was still in the same room he had fallen asleep in, he
swallowed tightly. His breathing was harsh and rapid as he worked to calm
himself. He wasn't there. He wasn't in his torturous childhood anymore.
He was okay.
That was what he mentally chanted to himself as he sat up from his bed and
pulled his knees up to his chest, stifling his crying. Even though he was
scared, he was okay. He squeezed his eyes shut and pushed a hand into the front
of his hair. The terrible memories of his childhood never failed to haunt him
in his dreams, but ...he was okay.
In a cold-sweat and trembling, he threw the sheets off of him and swung his
legs over the bedside, putting his feet on the floor. His glistening eyes
wandering to the lamp on the nightstand, he stared at the light. He wished the
nightmares would go away, more than anything. He sniffled before wiping at his
eyes and then moved, opening the nightstand drawer and grabbing the bottle of
prescription medication he was supposed to take daily. He hated taking it. He
didn't feel like he needed it, but...,
Menma opened the bottle and two pills spilled into his palm. They did help a
bit, sometimes.
He got up from the bed, deciding to go get himself a cup of water from the
kitchen to help drink them down and when he got downstairs, he was quick about
it. He poured himself a glass of water and swallowed the tasteless things
before setting the cup in the sink. He didn't know if his father informed
Itachi about him having take medication, but he would rather no one know. He
was normal. He sure as hell didn't feel manic.
Heading back to his room through the dark hallway, he couldn't help but think
that Itachi should get a lamp or something for the hallway. It was way too
dark. He hated the dark.
Just as he was walking passed Itachi's bedroom door, he heard a low, breathy
moan escape the crack in it. Menma stopped and turned around, eying the door.
It's not like he didn't know what the sound was. Of course he knew what the
sound was. And the sounds that came after confirmed it.
"A-Ahh! -Wait, I'll fall!" Deidara's voice rang out, the fast movement of the
bed growing more intense.
He just wanted to see it with his own eyes.
Menma went over to the door, looked through the crack in it and stilled, his
blood burning hot at the erotic sight he witnessed inside the room. Deidara was
practically toppling over the bedside while Itachi towered behind him,
mercilessly thrusting into his shivering body with a force that seemed almost
brutal, but gratifying... fulfilling. Menma swallowed thickly, the air seeming
to compress around him and his desiring and luminous eyes roamed higher off of
the blond.
The long tail of Deidara's golden tresses were fastened in a fierce and
dominating, pale grip. His gaze prowling up Itachi's naked and chiseled,
muscular abdomen and chest, Menma licked over his dry lips. He could spot the
tension apparent in the Uchiha's bicep as the man tightened his grip on
Deidara's hair and slammed harder into a now whimpering, cursing Deidara. Menma
was well aware of how heart-stoppingly attractive Uchiha Itachi was, but the
sight of him right now was God damned glorious. Long, midnight hair was freed
from its ponytail, cascading along Itachi's back like a dusky waterfall, the
smooth, pale skin of Itachi's sculpted build was lightly polished over in a
sheen of sweat and the beautiful, usually impassive features of Itachi's face
were constricted in pleasure, alive with thrill and the wide smirk stretched
across tempting, full lips expressed that thrill. But the most captivating part
of Itachi right now was the tinge of ruby that seemed to glint in those
bottomless, dark eyes of his.
His body thrumming in desire, Menma couldn't tear his eyes off of Itachi.
"Aaah! Damn i-it! I-Itachi... i-it's so big.. and deep," Deidara moaned
breathlessly, gripping at the sheet covering the side of the mattress in order
to keep himself from falling off the bed. "Please.. that spot.. I'm n-not angry
anymore.." He pleaded, drool peaking at the corner of his reddened, kiss-
swollen mouth.
Menma felt hot, his toes curling against the floor in anticipation. Itachi's
thrusts weren't selfish, they were precise, skilled. He was working to please
Deidara, first and foremost.
Itachi chuckled darkly and leaned down, forcing Deidara to raise his head by
the grip he had on his hair. "Heh? You let a brat get the best of you and then
you take your anger out on me, but now you want me to have mercy on you?"
Itachi whispered sharply beside his lover's ear, his free hand taking a hold of
Deidara's face by the jawline. "I think an apology is in order, Deidara."
His glazed eyes half-lidded, Deidara mumbled something incoherent and rolled
his hips back against Itachi before an annoyed whine sputtered off his lips.
"...I'm s-sorry. I'm really sorry-?!" He choked out a gasp when Itachi changed
the angle of his thrusts and finally aimed for that spot inside of him.
Menma had never experienced that kind of sex. Most of the guys he had sex with
either didn't know what they were doing or just didn't care to put in the
effort to please anyone other than themselves. He was often left unsatisfied.
But Itachi wasn't one the guys he fucked. He was a man.
Itachi held a bruising grip on Deidara's slender, trembling hip, growling at
the way Deidara clenched down on cock. "Ahh, Good. Very good, but that doesn't
mean you can come just yet. Is that understood, Deidara?"
Menma shuddered, nibbling at the tip of his finger nail. He wanted that.
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It had been exactly three weeks since he began living with Itachi, and that
Monday was like any other day at school.
Boring.
Menma idly tapped his pencil against his cheek, his mind wandering. He couldn't
get Itachi out of his mind. He wanted him so badly, but the man kept on
refusing him, no matter how hard he tried.
"-Uzumaki-kun!"
Menma blinked out his own thoughts when his teacher called him and stared at
the tall man with black, disheveled hair and dark eyes in front of him
absently. "Yes, Hagane-sensei?" He asked in confusion.
His eyes stern, the man sighed hopelessly, seeing the Uzumaki had been
daydreaming, again. "Instead of ignoring your sensei, you should pay attention
to the lesson, and maybe you'll finally be able to pass my class." He bristled,
an eye twitching in frustration.
"Ah, sorry about that," Menma smiled, ignoring the laughter of his classmates
and set his pencil down on his desk. "Hagane-sensei, I'll try harder. Promise."
He folded his hands on the surface of his desk, mocking the look of an eager
student thirsty for knowledge.
"Thank you, Uzumaki-kun." Kotetsu grumbled out before he turned his attention
back to the rest of the class. He didn't know why he still bothered with Menma.
The Uzumaki never seemed to pay him any mind, not to mention he had a bit of
reputation around the school and it was troubling. The boy was too young to be
engaging in sexual intercourse, especially with other classmates. They were
only junior high students, and yet half of them were already sexually active.
He was aware of such information because most of them had been caught in the
act. Menma was a primary one.
Kotetsu glanced at Menma again and the boy cheekily smiled wider at him. Man,
how to deal with this one. He inwardly sighed.
Menma felt the vibration of his phone in his pocket and waited until the
teacher wasn't looking to take it out. He held it low, outside of his pocket,
discreetly glancing at the text message he received. He lifted his head after
reading it and turned his head, looking back over his shoulder at his best
friend, Shee, the one who sent him the text. He nodded in response to the text,
grinning at him.
Shee grinned back. It was about damn time that Menma would let him borrow that
video game that he had practically been begging for since Menma first bought
it.
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Menma grabbed a cup out of the dishrack later that day and then strode over to
the refrigerator, glancing at the Uchiha seated at the table out of the corner
of his eye. God damn it all! He had never seen a specimen that looked so fine
while snacking on dango, and the way the gray, open-necked t-shirt Itachi wore
clung to his biceps only served to send another hot wave of pleasure through
the erection now straining in his shorts. He obtained a fucking ERECTION just
by the sight of Itachi eating. It was so frustrating. He groaned, shutting the
fridge door and slammed his cup down on the counter before storming over to
where Itachi was seated at the table.
Itachi took his eyes off of the failed test Menma brought home from school and
lifted them onto the teenager, mid-sliding another ball of dango off the stick
with his perfect teeth. "What?" He asked idly, despite the pissed off look on
the Uzumaki's face.
Menma's eyebrow twitched. "Do you..," He stopped himself, reluctant to ask what
it was he wanted to ask because he might not like the answer. He bit at the
inside of his lower lip, placing his hand on the table and looked the man in
the face. "Do you really not find me attractive?"
Itachi set the test paper in his hand down on the table, silent. He eyed the
slightly tousled tresses of Menma's damp hair and then raked his eyes further
down the tempting, slender, and clearly, freshly-showered body clad in an over-
sized, knit sweater and black pajama shorts. Even wearing something as simple
as that, Menma still looked like a sinful, little cock-tease.
However, his job was to tutor the brat. Not fuck him. And by the looks of
Menma's test, he needed intensify his lessons. The grade had improved compared
to the below-average grades Menma had been receiving before he began tutoring
him, but it was still a failing grade.
He put his last stick of dango down on his plate and then reclined back in his
seat, amused. "And just where did you get the idea that I don't find you
attractive, Menma-kun?"
His eyebrows furrowing in a bit, Menma stared at the Uchiha in confusion for a
moment. So it wasn't that Itachi found him unattractive? That meant there was
for sure a way for him to get what he wanted. He simply needed to find an
opening– An opening. He inwardly smirked at the inviting space between the
Uchiha and the table, a mischievous lust gleaming in his eyes. That was the
perfect opening. He took his hand off of the and silently, he walked over into
the open space between the chair Itachi was sitting in and the table. "So..
you're saying that you do find me attractive?" He stepped in between the
Uchiha's parted legs, his gaze peering down into an amused, dark one.
Itachi stayed silent for a moment, his eyes flickering down to where Menma
stood between his knees, breathlessly measuring the proximity between the
evident bulge he was packing and Menma, and it compelled a delicious rush of
heat to gather below his belt and made dick to throb, achingly. He lifted his
gaze back to the brat's face, unable to control the drop in his voice. "I would
be lying if I ignored that obvious assessment," He replied, the slight rasp
that strung through his words announcing his arousal.
Menma's mouth grew dry at the crimson waves of arousal swimming in Itachi's
eyes. And dear God, did he want to be devoured by that arousal.
Itachi swallowed hard, urging himself to gain some type of control over
himself. He really shouldn't, no matter how badly he wanted to. He showed Menma
a smile that appeared teasing, humor arising in his voice. "Is that all you
wanted to hear, brat? Feel better now?"
Itachi couldn't fool him. He had already witnessed what Itachi clearly wanted
too, as much as him. He had him now. His gaze locking Itachi's, Menma smirked a
bit, making the bold decision to very slowly straddle the Uchiha's upper
thighs, Itachi's eyes following his with the movement. He wasn't surprised that
the man made no attempt to move him. "No.., what I want to hear is more about
this open relationship of yours," His voice was drenched in a honeyed seduction
as he put his hands on Itachi's shoulders, the Uchiha tensing slightly under
his touch. "You've admitted that you're attracted to me, so if you wanted to
'play around' with me, you could, right?"
Itachi knew that the spike in his temperature was not something he could
control, but had he hold onto his restraint. "Yes. If I wanted," He answered,
the thick, intoxicating smell of desire that wafted off of the Uzumaki acting
like something that could almost be mistaken for an aphrodisiac, stirring that
hungering demon he managed to suppress for weeks, until now. "But, as I said, I
wouldn't want to break you." He voiced once again, his roughened tone solid,
but his gaze said otherwise.
Menma laughed expectantly, giving a nod, but of course he wasn't buying it. He
was quiet for a few seconds, not deaf to the Itachi's rather labored and
excited breathing. He gave a cheeky tilt of his head, taking his hands off of
the Uchiha's shoulders and reached for where Itachi's hand was low of the chair
seat. "But what if I proved it to you?" He spoke thickly, taking hold of
Itachi's elegant, beautifully structured hand in his and guided it up to his
lips, not missing the quirk of interest that lifted a dark eyebrow. "What if..
I used my mouth right now to show you just how durable I am?" He offered in a
lightly rasped, voice before he parted his lips and took his tutor's index
finger into his mouth, closing his lips around it.
Itachi felt himself take a sharp breath in and that was when his restraint
crumbled, his eyes blazing with lust at the wanton sight of Menma's pouty mouth
sucking on his finger.
It took only that for Menma to fully awaken his demon, like no one ever had.
Menma blushed under the narrowed, predatory expression, aimed at him. "You'll
let me then?" He muttered around the digit, hopeful.
"Hn," Itachi smirked and chuckled darkly, pressing his finger down on the warm
appendage licking at his skin. "Well now, how I can I deny you that with the
way you're whimpering in heat?"
Menma shivered, undoubtedly sure he could come in his shorts from the sadistic
taunt.
Itachi forced those lips apart and then slipped another finger into his mouth,
stilling Menma's tongue with the both of his fingers and the Uzumaki garbled
out a small, needy whimper. Two white, perfectly straight front teeth peeking
out from plump lips, Itachi smirked wider before he retracted his fingers from
Menma's mouth, a trail of saliva following his fingertips. "Prove it to me." He
said, taking grasp of Menma's hips and bringing him closer, silently admitting
his defeat.
Menma had raised his hips just before he was straddling Itachi's lap and then
lowered his hips when their faces were a mere few inches apart, his ass
directly seated on the hard, pronounced bulge in the Uchiha's pants. Itachi's
smirking gaze peered into his, as if challenging him to go for it. And Menma
was glad to take the opportunity for himself. Anticipation and raw need
thrumming through him, Menma lowered his gaze onto the full, beautifully
defined lips presented before him and slowly began to lean in, his heavy
breathing mingling with Itachi's.
Menma's fingers trailing up his jaw, Itachi watched as the Uzumaki closed in on
his lips and the moment their lips met, there was a sheer breath of relief of
that left them, and it left Itachi stunned. He expected a kiss that would be
rushed and juvenile, a kiss just for the sake of kissing. His eyes were wide as
Menma closed his lips only over his lower lip, seeming to savor the feel and
taste of him before spreading his soft, succulent lips wider over Itachi's,
gradually urging his lips apart.
Liquid fire burning through his veins, Itachi moved his lips against the
Uzumaki's and cupped Menma's ass in his hands, the way he had wanted to the
moment he first saw the sexy, peach-plump thing. He had never been kissed in a
way that felt so good... and gratifying. His lips grimacing in pleasure, a
growl crept up his throat and he gripped at Menma's ass, hard, bruisingly.
His bottom lip caught between Itachi's lips, Menma swallowed thickly and moaned
at the grip Itachi had on his ass. The friction the bulge beneath him created
when Itachi flexed his hips upward drew him to roll his hips against the man,
his body burning hot, his cock rock-hard and dripping heavily in his briefs.
Kissing wasn't something that usually felt that good for him, and it certainly
had never made him feel like he was ready to explode before anything even
started, but Itachi was something else. Something dangerous. And it was
amazing. He pulled back until their lips were merely brushing against one
another and opened his eyes, his glossed-over, lust-filled gaze curious to see
if the kiss had affected Itachi the same way. And by the starved expression on
the Uchiha's face, he knew it had. Itachi's expression was different than when
he saw him with Deidara. It was more blatant, and feral.
The smoldering air between them hefty, their mutual desire for more than a
sample of one another spiked, and they lost all sight of what was wrong and
what was right.
A hand leaving his ass, Menma grabbed the man by the back of the neck and
Itachi wounded his fingers into the back of his damp hair, neither of them sure
who dragged who into the ferocious clash of their mouths.
Menma shuddered, arching his back as Itachi licked his way into his mouth,
eliciting a thick, muffled mewl to stumble from his lips.
Going rigid each time Menma grinded his ass down on his painfully hard dick,
Itachi groaned in delight and overpowered the brat's mouth, gripping pouty lips
with his own and his tongue delved in and out of Menma's mouth every now and
again as they feasted on the incredible taste of one another. They had never
tasted anything like it before. Something like the sweetest nectar, addicting
their senses to uncontrollable euphoria that reverberated through them, all the
while leaving them insatiable.
Menma reluctantly pulled away from Itachi's mouth, a dark flush and luster
riding along his cheekbones. "F-Fuck," He gritted out through his kissed-
bruised lips, having found it so painful to part from the man's blissful mouth.
Itachi's murky gaze narrowed on Menma's lips, the man barred his teeth slightly
in annoyance. His breathing rapid, he leaned back in, aching for another kiss,
but Menma backed away from it. He frowned and looked the brat in the face, his
expression announcing the displeasure he took in being teased.
Menma laughed a little, taking Itachi's hand out of his hair. "I told you, I
would prove it to you," He breathed, pressing his lips to the skin just beneath
the Uchiha's clenched jaw and he could practically hear the man smirk. Menma
kissed his way down Itachi's throat, dragging his hands from where they behind
Itachi's neck and slid them down the front of his chest, enjoying how the
contour of every toned muscle concealed underneath the shirt felt under his
fingertips. Itachi's aroused gaze followed him as he slipped off of his lap and
got onto his knees on the floor, between parted legs. "With my mouth." He
restated wantonly, reaching for the man's belt and undoing the buckle.
Those blue eyes fixed up on him, Itachi licked at the taste left lingering on
his lips. Good Lord, his demon had finally encountered its kryptonite.
Uzumaki Menma.
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to be continued...
A/N: God, this chapter made me feel like I was reading a chapter of Game of
Throne with how sinful, delicious and wrong, and yet so right it was. ;) (Been
re-beinge watching all of the seasons starting from 1 of GOT for weeks now btw
LOL.) Thoughts?
***** Mr CEO of The Weirdo Club Is a Dork *****
Chapter Notes
     I know I'm so late with updating on here, but life has been hectic
     and... I think I'm sick. :(
A/N: I finally got around to this chapter! *throws hands up in the air* I
procrastinated when it came to rewriting it because I wanted to think up
something entertaining and humorous LOL. It's pretty funny btw. :) Enjoy!
                     "Tryna keep my sanity, losing my mind
            Don't know what you've done to me and I don't know why
                        All eyes are on us, look around
             Your eyes are the reason, you stand out in the crowd
                      You're made of gold (made of gold)
                         Your smile lights up the sky
                  You're beautiful, oh, oh, you're beautiful
                                It's impossible
                         You're burning hot like fire
                          Made of gold, made of gold
                                  Burning hot
                           I think you wanna love me
                        I think you wanna love me, baby
                           I think you wanna love me
   I think you wanna love me baby." ( - Solid Gold. Chris Brown. /SasuNaru.)
Warning: Phone abuse! No fish were harmed in the making of this chapter LOL. ;)
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Naruto stood outside of the giant prick's office, determination set in his eyes
and fist balled tightly as he raised it to knock on the door. However, the
thought of provoking his superior any further left him filled with dread and he
lowered his fist back to his side. Sasuke had his fucking cellphone and he
wanted it back, but he didn't want to risk being put to harsh labor and
increased work hours because of the hissy-fit he knew Sasuke would throw. He
didn't get what was wrong with the Uchiha as of late, but he was getting fed up
with it.
He had no damn right to take his phone! He hadn't even done anything wrong for
it to have been confiscated in the first place.
Naruto took a step back from the door and crossed his arms over his chest,
thinking back on the events that led to the confiscation of his phone, just to
maybe pin-point a fault of his own actions.
" No, the chocolates are really good!" Naruto exclaimed into his cellphone,
munching on the chewy, caramel filled candy, a soft moan of delight leaving
him. "You know? I think you're spoiling me too much. I don't want to get in
trouble with Sasuke because it's not my lunch break yet, and I'm pretty sure I
shouldn't be eating this since I think I already have a cavity. But it's sooo
good!" He swallowed, shuddering at the delicious taste throwing a party on his
taste-buds, and then looked down into the box of gourmet chocolates on his
office desk. Utakata had them sent to his job and honestly, his boyfriend's
tender gesture made the chocolate taste so much better.
" You know I would do anything to keep that grin on your face, Naruto. You
deserve to be spoiled from time to time." Utakata replied, his voice smooth.
A smile spreading on his lips, Naruto blushed slightly, the light, fluttery
feeling he felt in his chest warming him. "..Thanks, Uta'. I don't think
anyone's ever told me that," He grabbed one last piece of chocolate out of the
box and then topped the box down, holding his cell to his ear with one hand.
"It's also the first time I've had chocolates sent to me, so it did make me
feel better about today," He said, tossing the piece of chocolate into his
mouth that was now twisted in a pout. "You will not believe how unfair Sasuke
was being this morning? He might as well have run me into the ground,
literally. He's such an ass sometimes, I swear."
" That does sound pretty sucky." Utakata chuckled, the sound of it sympathetic.
" Yeah, but you've made me feel a lot better," Naruto chewed joyously,
reclining back in his seat. "I can't wait to see you later. .." He told him,
his pout spreading into a grin. But, it was only mid him hearing Utakata say
the same when he heard a text notification on his phone and his brow crinkled
as he took the phone away from his ear and looked at the text alert box and he
saw it was from Sakura.
'Turn around you idiot!'
Naruto frowned in confusion, turning his head to look behind him and he eyed a
familiar, crisp suit jacket before he decided to look up and his heart
immediately plummeted into his dick when he met a towering Uchiha Sasuke, his
handsome, pale features darkened in anger, and by the way a perfect, dark
eyebrow was twitching, he was certain he had heard his entire phone
conversation. Naruto paled, a sheepish laugh escaping him. "Heyyyy, Sasuke.
Didn't think we'd get a visit from you today," Sasuke's steely stare was just
about as torturing as his silence, and it was then Naruto noticed how cold and
quiet the room was, with the exception of the awkward cough that left one of
his other co-workers in the room.
Naruto cleared his throat and finally decided to answer Utakata, who had been
asking him if he was still there multiple times, and spoke carefully. "Uh,
..Uta' I'll have to call you-" Before he could finish, his cell was out of his
grasp and he gawked at his superior who now had his phone to his ear.
Sasuke stood fine in his suite and spoke with poise and control. "I'm afraid
Uzumaki Naruto cannot receive calls at this time. I'd appreciate it if you
didn't call again," He cut the call after that was said and then lowered his
hardened gaze onto the gawking Uzumaki, severity solid on his face. "Uzumaki,
I'll return this after work." He told him, slipping the cell into his pocket
before turning to leave and striding off, smugly.
" .. You.. have to be fucking kidding me...," Naruto's face fell, annoyance
arising in his eyes as he watched the raven exit the office and then he heard
that one, awkward cough, again. He looked around the room at several pairs of
eyes on him. "Oh don't you all even look at me like that! You're a sorry bunch,
you know? Couldn't even give your fellow-slaving-brethren a head's up!" He
locked his narrowed glare on all of them, disgraced. "By the way, GOOD LOOKING
OUT SAKURA!"
And then there was that awkward cough, for the fiftieth DAMN time.
" Sorry. I have allergies." A trembling male voice stated.
Naruto hung his head low, sighing out. This absolutely was not fair.
"Naruto-kun?" Karin questioned from her seat behind her secretary desk,
breaking the blonde out of his sulking and Naruto pouted, looking over at her.
"Are you going in? Uchiha-san has a conference to attend in an hour, so if you
would like retrieve your phone you might want to hurry it along." She informed
curtly, pushing her glasses further up onto nose.
His shoulders sinking, Naruto waved her off, nodding. "Right, okay. I just need
a moment to weigh out the consequences of what I'm about to do."
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It's not like he didn't know it was wrong to snoop, but Naruto called him an
ass to Utakata and he was pissed off.
And the God damned ticking of the clock on the wall in his office was pissing
him off even more.
Sasuke was seated, reclined back in his office chair as his eyebrow twitched
and elbow propped on the arm of the chair, his hand gripping the armrest until
he went white at the knuckles. He felt it would only even things out if he
snooped, although neither him being angry about that over-the-phone 'ass'
comment and snooping through Naruto's property didn't correlate with one
another in anyway, but he didn't give a fuck. He was so annoyed.
His expression dark, brow lowered and narrowed glare on the cell phone in his
hand not gripping the armrest, the device enticed him, welcomed him even, to
invade Naruto's privacy and see all the 'intimacy' of this relationship the
dobe had with Utakata. Utakata and Naruto weren't even having sex, so he
doubted he would find anything naughty. What would be the harm? His eye
twitched as he effortlessly glided his thumb over the screen and unlocked the
phone. He and Naruto had each other's pass-codes and he was glad to see that
Naruto's code hadn't been changed.
He went into the digital photo gallery on the device and began going through
the recent photos. And much to his disgust, one of the first ones he came
across was of Utakata, the dark-haired man clad in his police uniform and
lounging in the driver's seat of his cruiser, sending a side-smile at the
camera.
Sasuke frowned immediately. He didn't care. Naruto had pictures of just about
all family and friends in his phone. Utakata was no one special.
He swiped to the next picture and felt a sudden urge to crush the phone in his
hand. In that picture Utakata had his hand raised into his hair, his muscles
and all on display for the camera as he stood in a bath towel, clearly after a
shower since his hair and body was dripping with droplets of water, an annoying
smirk set on his lightly flushed face.
Sasuke felt his eye twitch. He noticed that Utakata was in fact in Naruto's
bathroom, so of course it wasn't difficult to guess that Naruto and Utakata's
relationship was this personal. Utakata took... s-showers at Naruto's house,
apparently. Sasuke struggled to take a calm breath in, trembling in agitation,
and then reluctantly swiped to the next photo.
And what he saw damn near tore his heart in two. He gritted his teeth, his jaw
clenched up. Tanned thighs were encased in pajama shorts as Naruto was
evidently seated on the couch in a darkened room, the TV in the room working to
illuminate the darkness. It also brought light to a hand, a little too close to
Naruto's groin area, .. gripping a tanned thigh, as if taunting Sasuke.
Utakata's damned hand was settled on Naruto's thigh, so naturally. Sasuke
glared at the caption of what had originally been a Snapchat picture:
[Chillin' watching a movie and he thinks he's being slick.]
Sasuke's hand clenched the device so hard he thought he would have crushed it
by now. A curse spewed from his lips as he clicked out of the photo gallery and
started tapping his foot on the carpeted floor beneath it. He swore he could
feel hot steam blaring out of his nostrils and ears. God must be punishing him
for invading Naruto's privacy. ...Or maybe he brought it on himself. He should
have known what he would find.
"Damned son of a bitch!" He snapped, throwing the cell phone off somewhere in a
fit of rage. It was not even a second later that the sound of the device
slamming into a wall calmed him from his outburst and the red in his vision
dispensed, allowing him to witness Naruto's cell phone catapult from the wall
it had hit and plop into the newly installed fish tank put in his office.
His dark eyes widened in horror, Sasuke watched the phone screen glitch off and
on as it was engulfed in the tank of water and fish before it gradually sank to
the bottom of the tank. NO FUCKING WAY THAT JUST FUCKING HAPPENED?!
Sasuke shot up onto his feet, fear for his life overtaking him, but it was at
that very moment that his office door flew open and Naruto came barging in.
"Sasuke, I want my phone back right now." Naruto demanded, stopping in front of
the Uchiha's desk.
Sasuke swallowed and eyed where Naruto's cell settled on top of the Aquarium
gravel at the bottom of the tank out of the corner of his eye, inwardly praying
Naruto wouldn't see what had become of the device. He cleared his throat,
deciding to play it cool. "I said after work, Naruto. You've been far too
distracted by it on the clock as of late." He replied, his tone filled with
authority as he retook his seat at his desk.
"Look don't–" Naruto stopped himself, shutting his eyes in order to keep
himself from cussing out his superior, his thumb pressed against his temple.
"D-Don't talk to me like I'm a kid, alright?"
Sasuke snorted, reclining back. "Naruto, I'm not talking to you like you're a
kid. I've simply noticed you've been more careless than usual lately and it's
my job, as your boss, to make sure you're working efficiently in this
building."
Naruto scoffed out a laugh, finding Sasuke's all mighty attitude to be as
annoying as always. "You're... You're really something, you know that? Teme."
"Aren't I always, dobe?" Sasuke threw him a haughty smirk and watched
beautiful, crystalline eyes roll. That reminded him. "Ah, since you're here,
Daisuke has a doctor's appointment this afternoon. I have a conference to
attend, so I won't be able to get him there on time. Do you mind taking him and
I'll meet you there later?" He asked, Naruto's cell phone Titanic-ing at the
bottom of the fish tank in his office leaving his mind in that moment. He had
rescheduled the appointment for Daisuke's yearly physical for the umpteenth
time and he didn't want to have to reschedule it again.
Naruto's annoyance dispensed. He couldn't help that every time Sasuke needed
him he was willing to bend over backwards for him, and when it was concerning
Daisuke, he certainly would do what he could. Sasuke was the same with him.
"..I'll give you a raise if you want, Naruto."
"No," He shook his head, showing the Uchiha a genuine smile. "That's not
necessary. I can do it. What time is his appointment?" He honestly did feel
like a second parent to Daisuke, and that he didn't mind at all. He enjoyed the
feeling. Besides, Daisuke had a fear of needles and would want him there with
him anyway.
Sasuke looked at the blonde in relief, a bit of stress leaving him. "Now would
be a good time for you to pick him up from school actually. The drive will take
some time and his appointment is at one o'clock."
"And my phone?" Naruto said, cocking an eyebrow at him. "I do need it to make
calls, like the average human, ya know."
Sasuke tensed when he remembered the situation of Naruto's phone, but nodded,
as impassive as he could manage. He rolled his chair back and pulled out the
drawer of the desk, taking out a spare cell phone he kept in his office and
then tossed it to Naruto.
Naruto caught the cell phone with ease, an odd expression claiming his face.
"I assure you I'll return your cell phone when we meet up later." He told him,
shutting the drawer back.
"Um, ..but why can't I have it back now–"
"It's a promise." Sasuke flashed him an honest smile.
His blue eyes narrowing strangely at the attractive, solid smile Sasuke was
giving him, Naruto stayed silent for a moment before he spoke again. "Why are
you so weird lately?" He murmured, slipping the black phone Sasuke had given
him into the pocket of his gray slacks.
"Hn, I don't appreciate being referred to as weird, dobe. Especially not by
you, Mr. CEO of the weirdo club, Uzumaki." Sasuke shot back, wearing a frown.
Naruto snickered a bit, pointing a finger at the man. "First off, lame
comeback. And secondly," He grinned wide, pleased. "Awww, you really named me
CEO? I like the sound of it."
Sasuke chuckled, his eyebrows furrowed in amusement. "W-What? –Never mind. Bye,
Naruto. Get going." He shooed him off, smiling, and the dobe turned around with
some humorous pep-in-his-step, making his way out of his office.
Naruto then stopped at the door and turned to his boss, pointing another finger
at the raven, cheekily. "See you later, Uchiha. Oh, and I would proudly like to
let you know that you are a verified weirdo. I am the CEO. I have that power."
He winked at him before leaving out and shutting the door behind himself.
Sasuke blinked, dumbfounded. What.. in the hell? He couldn't help the laugh
that crept up his throat and covered his mouth, his body trembling in laughter
as his cheekbones flushed a bit. What a dork, and he couldn't find that anymore
adorable. He stopped laughing when Naruto's cell phone re-entered his mind and
he jumped to his feet, running over to the fish tank in the room.
He sighed heavily, leaning over it to look into the fish tank and thankfully,
the fish hadn't been affected by the electronic tainting their water. He stood
straight and unbuttoned his shirt sleeve before he began to roll it up and then
he stuck his hand into the tank. He grimaced in disgust, fishing for the
cellphone at the bottom. The Lord must have plans to meet him far too soon
because if Naruto ever found out that this was what had happened to his
precious cell phone he would kill him. And he DID NOT have an early death wish.
Once Sasuke grabbed the phone and retrieved it from the tank, water having
flooded the phone the inside-out, he realized Naruto still had the bunny key
charm he bought for him when they had taken Daisuke to the bookstore that time.
His expression softened, his heart fluttering like crazy. He breathed out, his
face flushed greatly. It shouldn't be a big deal because it wasn't like that
meant anything. Naruto often hung onto gifts given to him. However, Sasuke
couldn't help but hope it still meant something more to the Uzumaki.
He touched the bunny charm with his fingers.
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"Haaah, I'm so exhausted," Deidara whined out, seated on the couch in his
lover's living room. "My manager thinks I should go on another diet and double-
up on my gym game since I have that spread for Mouthz in two weeks." Deidara
mentioned with a sigh, tipping his head back, his freed hair spilling back out
of his face.
Itachi frowned a bit, turning his attention off of the television and quirked
an eyebrow at Deidara. "A diet? Again?"
Deidara picked up his head, not deaf to the admonishment in his lover's voice.
He looked at the man next to him, blue eyes absent of any clue as to what the
issue was with that. "What? I think she's right, un. I want to look perfect
since this is like a once in a life-time opportunity, Itachi. Do you know how
rare it is to expect that I would've been chosen to be the face of it this
year?" He told him, an expression of awe claiming his face. "I have to look
perfect. Not a flaw in place."
"Hn," Itachi was impassive, but the slight glare he wore spoke for itself. "I
understand how excited you are about it, Deidara, but I'm concerned for your
health. If I recall correctly, didn't you just complete a diet?"
"Yes, but that doesn't mean I'm in the clear, un."
His eyes set in a full-on glare now, Itachi was skeptical. "Deidara, what do
you mean you're not in the clear?" He slipped his fingers beneath the blond's
shirt and felt on his stomach, his brow furrowed. "You're nowhere near fat.
Actually, I think it would do you some good to gain a pound or two. Your body
is perfect even with a bit of healthy meat on it."
Deidara blushed hard, even though his mouth twisted with attitude. "You always
say that and my answer is still the same, Itachi," He retorted, grabbing the
Uchiha's wrist and taking the pale hand out from under his shirt. "You can't
swoon me into getting fat, un."
"Fat?" Itachi snorted. "A gained pound or two is considered fat? Hn. That
sounds absolutely sickening. The industry's perception of 'fat' is unrealistic,
and even more so, degrading. It's why my mother quit her modeling career you
know," Itachi took his wrist out of the grasp Deidara had on it and took hold
of Deidara's jaw so the blond would have no choice but to look him directly in
the eyes. "I can't help but be concerned for you, Deidara." He said honestly
and Deidara nodded under the spell of his serious stare.
Weak to the look in his lover's eyes and the feeling of Itachi's firm fingers
pressed against his jawline, Deidara groaned out and then pouted. "It's not
like I like the diets, but it's just business, Itachi. I have to look good, no
matter how beautiful you tell me I am when I'm grubbing on junk food, un."
"Hn." Itachi chuckled in defeat, releasing his hold. "Be careful. That's all."
"Mh," Deidara gave a nod, smiling. Itachi's concern for him made him feel warm
inside. Despite appearance, Itachi wasn't the superficial kind of guy. Well, at
least when it came to the appearances of others. He desired the perfection of
himself, but when it came to others, he genuinely didn't care for impractical
perfection. Itachi was attracted to the down-to-earth aspects of a person. He
found beauty in just about anything and if someone was okay over-weight, Itachi
was one-hundred percent all for it. That's how he and Itachi were different. If
someone was fat, Deidara would tell them they were fat and needed to lose
weight with no remorse, but not for the purpose of sounding like an ass. He
simply wanted others to look the best they could, and he didn't see a problem
with that. However, sometimes, he felt like he should work on that because he
knew that that part of him was disappointing to Itachi.
He realized had put his attention back on the television showcasing one of
Itachi's favorite thriller dramas. He glanced away from the TV and then glanced
about, his eyebrow rising. "Oh yeah, I forgot to ask. Where's that little
demon-child today?"
Itachi didn't respond, his silence reprimanding.
With a knowing roll of his blue eyes, Deidara pursed his mouth. "Where is he?
The... Menma kid."
"Menma-kun has returned home with his father for the weekend, Deidara."
"Oh. ..Good, un." He nodded to himself, satisfied with that bit of information.
That damn kid was too much of an irritation and held such disregard when it
came to respecting him. He was his elder after all. The kid should know basic
manners and he couldn't stand that he didn't. Who did that little demon think
he was? Deidara eyed the Uchiha watching TV, his train of thought wandering
elsewhere and was curious. He had been busy for the past few weeks with work
and he knew how Itachi was. Sex was a must and it had been a while for them. It
was why he gave himthe option in the first place. His blue gaze wandering
about, seemingly innocently, he asked, "So.. have you had sex with anyone else
as of late?"
"No." Itachi answered, simply.
Deidara blinked. "Really? You haven't?"
Itachi dryly looked the blond in the face, annoyed that he was being asked more
than once. "Deidara, why is it you're giving me the option to indulge outside
of this relationship, but you, yourself, doesn't desire the same?"
Deidara breathed out and shrugged his shoulders. "Well, because you're all I
want, Itachi. But I'm giving you the option because this is your first
relationship and I wouldn't want you to feel like I'm tying you down. I still
want you to feel you have that freedom, un."
Eying Deidara intently, Itachi said nothing as he pondered to himself. Did
Deidara not trust that he could be intimate with solely him? Of course, he had
told him the truth, he didn't have sex with anyone else. He and Menma hadn't
had sex, and Deidara didn't exactly ask if he had been 'involved' with anyone
else. He would assume Deidara only cared about anything pertaining to actual
intercourse, but it didn't sit well with him that if Deidara hadn't given him
the option to do his own thing that his lover still wouldn't trust him in the
first place.
"Itachi, do you want to go out later?" Deidara asked with a smile, breaking
Itachi out of his train of thought and a fine, dark brow lifted at him.
"Go where?"
Deidara smiled wider, running his fingers through his own hair, letting it
sweep to one side of his head. "I don't know, un. I just want to go out with
you," He said, moving off of the sofa to grab his open can of tea from where it
was on the coffee table. "Oh, how about we go to the aquarium! I want to see
the dolphins, un!" He exclaimed, sitting back down next to the Uchiha.
Itachi hadn't even noticed that although his own face hardened, it also paled.
"Deidara, again, what is with you and sea life? I've expressed to you countless
times that I, Uchiha Itachi, do not fuck with dolphins. They are vile
creatures."
"Y-You're honestly stuck on them being rapists?" Deidara laughed, taking a sip
of his drink. "Come on, Itachi. With your level of intelligence, you can't
believe that, un."
Itachi narrowed his dark gaze at the blond in insult. "Yes, I believe it,
Deidara. I was a mere child when I was almost raped by one of those primitive
beasts." His eye twitched as he watched his lover toss his head back, laughing
out in pure hysteria. "Hn, find it as comical as you want, Deidara. One day you
shall be a witness, or, God forbid, a victim of their true nature."
Deidara laughed harder, tears arising in the corners of his eyes, his cheeks
flushed. Did Itachi know how ridiculous he sounded right now? He took a deep
breath, lifting his head and looked his lover in the face. Itachi did not look
amused.
"Deidara, it's not at all a laughing matter. Are you aware that they also
possess prehensile penises, which they can use to wrap around the ankle or
wrist of their victims in order to succeed in pulling them down into dolphin
rape caves, and there, they will proceed to gang-bang their victims until they
bleed out."
Deidara stared at him with horrified eyes, a half-grin on his face. He
understood that Itachi had this traumatic fear of dolphins because of an
incident that happened to him when he was younger and even though it was
ridiculous, he couldn't help but feel bad for him. Itachi seriously thought he
was about to be raped that day.
"Aw I'm so sorry, un," He cooed, reaching his arms over and wrapping his them
around Itachi's head as he still held his drink, bringing the side of the
Uchiha's face to his chest. "Poor baby," He mockingly consoled, petting his
head.
Itachi's eye twitched, again.
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Naruto knew he could never get used to this upscale kind of hospital. The decor
for a simple WAITING AREA was far too lavish. The seating was so plush and soft
it almost made him feel like falling asleep as he sat. He grinned slightly,
shifting a bit. So nice.. . Okay, maybe he did kind of wish his visits to the
doctors was this comfortable.
He looked around at the children's play area and small library, the room quiet.
Okay, and it was also kind of cool that the Uchihahad their own designated
waiting area, in just about every medical facility they attended. "Dai', why
don't you go play?" He said, looking at the child sitting next to him occupied
on Sasuke's phone.
Daisuke raised his eyes up from the cell phone he was playing on and looked
over at Naruto with a smile. "Nah. I'm okay right here."
"Alright," Naruto shrugged and then took a glance over at the Uchiha on the
other side of Daisuke. Sasuke had just arrived not even a minute ago and he was
surprised it had taken the man so long to finish up whatever business he had
had to take care of before now. "Sasuke, give me my phone." Naruto reached
over, holding the black cell phone Sasuke had given earlier out to him.
Naruto's sudden demand drew Sasuke's attention, causing the Uchiha to tense up
a bit. He showed a tight smile to the scowl Naruto was aiming at him. "Ah,
right." Sasuke reached into his suit jacket pocket and retrieved the cellphone,
swiftly taking back his own and handed over his friend's. "There you are."
Naruto paused and blinked at the cell phone he was given, the unfamiliar color
and design of it obvious. "Sasuke, this isn't my phone."
Sasuke avoided blue eyes. "I know. I bought you a new one."
"I didn't need a new one."
"Hn, yes you did. I... accidentally dropped your phone and it broke, therefore
I thought it was only right to buy you another. I had everything from your old
one automatically backed-up, so you don't need to worry about that either."
Naruto opened his mouth to voice his disconcertment, but then bit at his lower
lip. "But what did you do with my phone. I had.. something important on–"
It was at that moment that a nurse walked out from the door that led into
another sector of the hospital and called for Daisuke.
Sasuke would have let Naruto know that he had 'what was so important', but he
found it more amusing to see if Naruto would actually say aloud what was so
importantto him, so Sasuke pretended he hadn't heard what Naruto was about to
say and stood from his seat, patting Daisuke on the head to get his attention
and told him it was time for his check-up.
His mouth stammering apart, Naruto stood, reluctant to voice what was so
bothersome, and in the end, decided to silently follow the two Uchiha through
the door that the nurse had come out of.
What if Sasuke threw it out?
Naruto rubbed at the back of his head sheepishly, trailing behind them and the
very chipper nurse as she ushered them in the direction of the examination
room.
"So, Daisuke-kun, how are you today?" The nurse asked warmly, glancing back
over her shoulder to look down at the boy holding his father's hand.
Daisuke tightened his hold on his father's hand, showing her a tense smile.
"Oh, I'm fine. Just hoping and prayin' that a needle comes nowhere near my arm,
face, toes, my stomach, my neck-Even my backside! Yeah, I don't want to get a
shot today."
The nursed had long ago lost herself in laughter, holding her clipboard close
to her chest. The boy never failed to make her smile and laugh, even when she
was having the worst of stressful of days. "O-Oh, well, I'll be sure to give
your Doc' a heads up." She replied, raising her humored eyes onto the boy's
father. "And you, Sasuke-san?"
"As fine as I can be dealing with this special case right here, thank you."
Sasuke chuckled and Daisuke made a sound of outrage, pouting up at the man.
"Good, good," The nurse giggled. Daisuke certainly was entertaining. She could
only imagine what Sasuke dealt with on a regular basis.
She came to a stop at the appointed examination room and opened the door,
gesturing for them to walk inside and they did so. "Of course we'll start off
with what we always do first. You know, height, weight, sight and hearing
check, so if you can have him change out of his clothes and into the gown, then
I'll be right back to get him." She said with a smile and Sasuke nodded in
compliance before she closed the room door back to leave them to their privacy.
"I don't feel like having to take my clothes off." Daisuke shivered, his cheeks
flushing a bit. The room was cold and smelled of cleaning agents, gloves and
hospital.
Naruto was quiet and pocketed his hands, taking a seat on the examination table
as Sasuke helped Daisuke take off his clothes and change into the hospital
gown. He was of course PANICKING inside because his bunny charm was not on his
new phone and he didn't really care about anything else other than that right
now. He didn't care that Sasuke had accidentally broken his phone and had to
replace it. He just wanted to know where his bunny was!
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The view of the sky outside of the window was darkening since evening was
approaching. Daisuke's physical had gone well, thankfully minus a shot of any
kind and a Daisuke freak-out.
Now, as a result of their growling stomach, they were in a McDonalds.
A frown set on his face, Sasuke eyed the two across from him at the table
playing with the toys from their Mighty Kids Meal through his dark sunglasses.
Yes, Naruto, a full-grown, adult man, had ordered a Might Kids Meal and was at
that very moment finding amusement in a plastic action figure, which was
nothing new. Sasuke was not a fan of such filth, also known as McDonalds, along
with his distaste for many other fast food chain restaurants, but seeing Naruto
play with this toy... Yes. He was certain that McDonalds must inject a drug of
some sort into their food because Naruto was honestly enjoying himself. It was
comical, but something he found strange to this day.
"Hey, Sasuke," Naruto said, drawing him out of whatever he was thinking about
in that frustrating mind of his and dark eyes looked him in the face. "Dude,
don't look so unhappy. You still haven't eaten your food, ya know."
"Yeah. It'll get cold, Daddy." Daisuke told him with a grin, pointing to the
tray that held his father's meal. "You want to enjoy a hot meal, don't you?"
Sasuke turned his narrowed gaze down on the meal in front of him. Of course he
wouldn't be noticed, thanks to the aid of the dark glasses he wore and the
snapback on Daisuke's head, but he wouldn't be caught dead, in public, with
this junk anywhere in vicinity of his sacred mouth. Naruto knew that. "No, I
don't, Daisuke. I'm sitting in a fast-food facility, everyone is too noisy and
this food is a case of clogged arteries waiting to happen."
Naruto scowled, his mouth pursed. "It's not that damn bad, teme. And how can
you say that when I've even gotten you to taste McDonalds on more than one
occasion. You just refuse to admit that you like it." He muttered, picking up a
fry off of the wrapping his burger was in and holding it out to him. "Here.
You're hungry, that's why you're cranky."
"Will you quit talking to me like I'm a child, dobe." Sasuke retorted, crossing
his arms firmly.
Daisuke made action sound effects with his mouth as he flipped over the toy
motorcycle and then brought the male action figure crashing down on top of it,
paying the two adults no mind whatsoever.
"No, not until you eat it. Besides, you owe me. You did break my phone." Naruto
shot him a pout, wagging the french fry in front of the Uchiha's narrowed
expression. "Eat it and I'll forgive you." He demanded, despite not actually
being pissed off about the replacement of his phone.
Sasuke tensed, guilt scratching at the back of his conscience, and the
adorable, pleading look Naruto was showing him did nothing but rile up that
heat inside of him.Don't get a boner, don't get a boner, don't get a BONER, was
what he inwardly chanted to himself. His frown receding, he sighed. "Fine," He
surrendered and Naruto grinned at him, stopping his movements with the fry and
waited for him to take it. However, instead of grabbing the fry, Sasuke wrapped
his hand around Naruto's wrist.
Naruto stilled, confusion arising in his blue eyes.
"Fine, I'll eat it. But, you have to feed it to me," He commanded smoothly, his
lips stretching into a smirk. This was kind of evil of him, but he couldn't
help it.
His cheeks warming, Naruto swallowed and nodded. Ugh, he didn't get why he
simply nodded! Or why he was going to obey! But before he could even think in a
right state of mind, Naruto stood from his seat and leaned the fry in closer to
the Uchiha's mouth. "Damn asshole," He uttered under his breath, and even
though he knew Sasuke heard him, the older man merely open his mouth, looking
very amused.
He watched Sasuke take a bite of the fry and then sat back down. "Well?"
Sasuke chewed, as if the taste was unpleasant. "Hn. As I've said before on many
occasions, it's-"
"Tolerable." Naruto interjected with a roll of his eyes, tossing what was left
of the fry Sasuke took a bite of into his own mouth.
Sasuke said nothing, crimson irrupting throughout his cheeks at the sight of
watching Naruto eat the fry he bit off of. They had been eating off of each
other for years, so he didn't get why he was reacting this way right now. His
heart was throbbing so hard.
"-Daddy!" Daisuke called, his father blinking himself back into reality and the
little Uchiha stared at him, oddly. "Naru-chan, was talking to you. He was
asking if what happened to his phone was the truth." He said, going on to twirl
his action figure in the air as he held it.
Naruto cocked an eyebrow at the Uchiha across from him. "Yeah, what's wrong
with you? You've been zoning-out so much lately."
"Uh, ..nothing. Everything is fine, I assure you."
Not sure if he believed him all that much, Naruto's nod was hesitant. "...Well,
what happened to my phone? You dropped it once and it broke?"
"I… dropped it once and it broke." He restated, looking him directly in the
eyes, glad that Naruto couldn't see how guilt-ridden they were. "And I've
replaced it, so I don't see the problem."
"Teme, I've dropped my phone plenty of times and it's never broke. Cracked
maybe, but never broke." Naruto narrowed his eyes, skeptical and Sasuke's
impassive demeanor was a bit frustrating. "And the problem that there still is,
is that there was something important.. on it." He half-murmured, blushing
slightly.
Sasuke inwardly smiled. He guessed Naruto wouldn't say it. The Uzumaki was
still going to hold back, no matter how desperate and frustrated he felt.
Sasuke slipped his hand into his jacket pocket and retrieved that 'something
important.' "You mean this," He said, showing it to the blonde and blue eyes
lit up at it. "Hn. I figured you would still wanted it, dobe. I was simply
waiting for you to ask for it." He smirked.
"-So why did you need to be an asshole about it if you knew!" Naruto whined
out, snatching it out from Sasuke's fingers. "You're such a meanie sometimes,
you know that? She means a lot to me. Uka isn't some small trinket." He
retorted, his cheeks puffed out as he scowled over at the Uchiha. He cherished
the little bunny. It was a gift from Sasuke and it meant a lot to him, even if
that seemed silly.
"Uka, hm?" Daisuke set his action figure down, grinning wide at the charm.
"That's the one Daddy bought at the book store, right?"
Naruto smiled, nodding.
"Naru-chan, you're so weird!" Daisuke giggled.
Naruto blinked twice, baffled. "Hey?! Who's weird?"
Sasuke shook his head and snorted, "You, dobe. Even if something had happened
to it, it wouldn't be a big deal. I'll buy you as many bunny charms as you
like."
"That's what I was thinking too." Daisuke remarked, reaching over and poking up
at the bunny charm.
Hearing Sasuke say that, Naruto flushed a dark red color, the sensation of
butterflies he felt in his stomach swarming around like crazy. "B-But that's
not the point. Sasuke, I don't want to be showered with bunny charms just
because. That's not why she means so much. ..." He murmured, the heart-felt
sound of his voice causing Sasuke's eyes to widen.
... He still had a chance?
Uchiha Sasuke still had a chance!
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To be continued...
A/N: Drama on the way. Itachi's hilarious with his fear of dolphins, haha!
***** His Absolute Worst Mistake *****
Chapter Notes
     I'm in bed with the flu, but I would feel like a complete bum if I
     didn't find the time to do SOMETHING. So, here it is! Yaaay- *Cough!*
     *Cough!*
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Author's note: I guess you could say this was long awaited. ;)
                            "Baby, my worst mistake
                        Was letting you ever get away,
                                 away from me.
                         And I couldn't see everything
                            when it was right there
                                  in my face
  And baby it's killing me." ( - When Does It Go Away. Jojo. /Uchiha Sasuke.)
Warning: Excuse any mistakes. (I'm sick.)
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Naruto opened the door and then peered his head into Sasuke's office, wearing a
wide smile. "Hey, Sasuke. I just wanted to let you know that I've finished up
everything you asked of me and that I'm leaving now."
"Hn," Sasuke took his focus off of the desktop screen on his desk and raised a
skeptical at the Uzumaki. He couldn't help but notice how impatient Naruto
looked to get off the clock. "And where are you heading off to?"
His brow furrowing in confusion, Naruto laughed a bit. "Um, I could've sworn I
told you I had a date tonight," The absent expression in Sasuke's eyes made him
realize that maybe he hadn't mentioned that bit of information to his superior.
"..Or maybe I didn't? Sorry, I thought I did." He flashed him a sheepish grin
and Sasuke said nothing. He guessed the man was cool with him dipping out,
so.., "Well, I'm going now. Call ya later, okay?" He told him with a wave of
his hand before closing the door behind himself.
His stare fixed on his office door, a frown arose on Sasuke's face. He could
admit that his first experience of 'being in love' absolutely sucked. He was
finally facing his feelings, but it hurt like hell. The dobe was his first real
love and it wasn't like anything he had ever felt before, not even with
Daisuke's mother. He was just about to let his forehead slam down onto his desk
when his cell phone began to ring and he grabbed it off of his desk. "Yes?" He
answered, uncaring of how shitty he sounded.
"Good evening, Sasu-chan!"
The chime of his mother's voice brought a slight smile to his face. She always
did have a way of making him feel better before she even knew something was
bothering him.
"Good evening to you as well, Mother. I'm in the office right now. Is there
something you need?" He inquired lightly, leaning back in his chair.
"In the office? Yes, of course. Running yourself tired, as always. You know,
you and your brother need to learn when to let loose from time to time. It's
good for your health."
Breathing out a low chuckle, he turned himself to the marvelous view of the
city outside of the wide expanse of glass in his office. Through the stainless
window the setting sun looked soothing in the horizon. "Mother, have you seen
the sunset this evening?" Sasuke asked in an idle tone, his eyes mesmerized by
the orange tint and arising darkness meshed in the sky looming over Tokyo.
"Oh, yes! Isn't it lovely? It reminds me of a few nights ago before your father
and I returned from Barcelona. He took me on a romantic date out on the water
and we watched the sunset together. Haaah, my Fu-kun is so sweet..."
Sasuke let out a repulsed groan and he heard his mother huff.
"Sasuke, you shouldn't be grossed out by your father being romantic. You should
be happy your parents still love each other to this day, and I'll tell you, it
was so beautiful. He makes me feel loved every day and that's something I want
for both you and Itachi."
Sasuke said nothing for a moment, his mother's words triggering what had been
bothering him for a while now. "..Mother, what do you think is the best way to
show a person, that has no idea, how much you love them?"
"Sasuke, if you're planning on confessing one of those hussies, I'm taking no
part in it."
"Eh?" He deadpanned, a slightly amused smirk working its way onto his face.
"What? No, mother. I'm not with anyone as of now, but if that was the case, I
didn't think you would be so cruel as to not support my decision."
"Not if it's a decision unhealthy for you. I can see through all of those
girls. They say mother knows best for a reason."
"Of course you know best, Mother." Gazing at the sky, Sasuke chuckled.
"However, you have the wrong idea this time. The person I was referring to is
Naruto."
"Huh?! N-Naruto-kun?! But I thought you had no interest in..."
Sasuke smiled, finding it somewhat foolish of himself to have ever thought the
way that he had at some point, ... that he hadn't seen it then. "Yes, I know. I
was taken by surprise as well, Mother. I just… I don't know. I've started
having these feelings for him and it's torturing not to be able to tell him. I
need to know how I can tell him properly. I've never felt this way about anyone
before and I don't know how to express what I'm feeling because it's so...
inexplicable. I've never had difficulty expressing myself to women, however,
with him, I get really anxious and I feel stupidly flustered."
"Aw, sweetie…"
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The newly darkened sky from this aspect was so fascinating to him. There were
so many stars out and they couldn't be seen often in the city during the night.
Naruto sat forward in Utakata's car that was parked on a secluded, grass hill
somewhere on the outskirts of Tokyo, his azure eyes shimmering in awe.
"It's, like, so cool to actually watch the stars appear one by one," He said,
grinning. "This is my first time seeing anything like this actually. When
Sasuke and I were younger we would stare up at the night sky all the time, but
it the stars were already out by then."
A tight laugh escaping him, Utakata's eyebrow twitched at the mention of
Sasuke. "A-Ah, really? Well, I'm glad I'm the first you show you something like
this. I figured you would like it," He replied, looking over at Naruto from
where he was in the driver's seat. "The sky right now, it reminds me a bit of
you, you know?"
Naruto turned his eyes away from the sky and looked at Utakata. "What? Really?
How?"
"Well," Utakata started with a smile, his golden gaze wandering back to the
sky. "The way the stars appear, so spontaneously and blindingly bright, it's
kind of like how I never know what I'm going to get with you. Everything about
you is so.. bright and full of life." He told him in all honesty, turning his
head to see Naruto's cheeks had flushed. "It's something that makes me anxious,
but amazed at the same time."
Naruto laughed a bit, sheepish. "R-Really? You're just going to go full-blown
poet on me like that, Uta'? It's the first time I've heard anything like
that–Nnh!" Surprised by the kiss that greeted his lips, Naruto went quiet.
Utakata smiled against the Uzumaki's plump mouth. Naruto could never simply
accept an honest compliment and he both loved and hated that about him. Naruto
was a humble person, but he wished he'd learn to bask a bit in how amazing he
was.
Naruto began to move his lips against the Utakata's, his lover's hands cradling
his face and bringing him in closer in order to deepen the kiss. Naruto tensed,
his heart going at least twenty miles a minute. Kissing Utakata always made him
feel anxious because he didn't know how far Utakata would try to take it.
Utakata couldn't explain how good Naruto's lips as he slipped his tongue into
the kiss, drawing a soft moan out of Naruto. He yearned to hear more. He wanted
to find out what else he could do to get more naughty sounds out of the blonde.
How Naruto's expression and utterly smoking body would look in the throes of
pleasure, beneath him. He hungered to make the blonde his,more than anything he
had ever hungered for.
And desire was what led his hand down and onto Naruto's thigh. He forced
Naruto's lips wider, a heat beginning to course throughout him.
Naruto groaned slightly, feeling Utakata's fingers inch in between his thighs
and became uneasy. That was fine. It's not like he was doing anything more. Or,
at least, that was what he had thought before Utakata reached for the belt of
his slacks and began to unclasp it. "-Haah! –U-Utakata, stop." He demanded
after breaking the kiss, panting.
A thick cloak of desire dark in his eyes, he smirked at him. "Oh, c'mon,
Naruto. Let's fool around a little."
His blue eyes going wide, Naruto didn't even have the time to protest before
Utakata managed to lower his seat back and then climb over onto him, pinning
both of his wrists up over his head and against the seat's headrest. "Utakata,
quit it!" He yelled, trying to fight against the police officer's brute grip,
but Utakata took it upon himself to start kissing on his neck while straddled
on him. It pissed Naruto off more than anything because he felt like he was
being taken advantage of. "I'm serious, you fucking dip-shit! Get off of me!"
He snarled out, bucking his hips up in order to knock Utakata off of him.
Utakata stopped when he heard how furious Naruto sounded, the sound of Naruto
pissed chilling him to the point of losing his boner. He leaned up, staring
down at the blonde widely. He felt insulted. He had never been denied of sex by
anyone and here Naruto was, treating him like something foul that didn't
deserve him. "What? Naruto, don't tell me you're still not ready? I mean… it's
so romantic right now."
Naruto glared up at him, his hair messed. "And that's why you brought me out
here? So you could get me to have sex with you?"
Utakata was taken aback, his brow furrowed. "O-Of course not, Naruto. I wanted
to show you how beautiful it is out here.., but.. maybe I thought some ass
would be cool too." He admitted with a shrug of his shoulder. "Hell, I'm ready.
Aren't you?"
Naruto's glare darkened on the brunette as he tried to sit up, but Utakata
still had a grip on his wrists. "Utakata, get the fuck off me right now." He
gritted through his teeth and for Utakata's sake, his lover made the better
decision to release him. "I can't believe you right now- No, actually I can
because you've made it pretty obvious that that's all you want. You really
pulled this shit and tried to confine to the point of being uncomfortable."
"Hm, so what you're saying is that you're not comfortable with me now?" Now he
wore a glare as he moved off of the Uzumaki and sat back down in the driver's
seat.
"Utakata, don't try to flip this around on me. First off, if it's anything that
pisses me off it's being looked at like a personal fuck-toy. Yes, that shit
makes me fucking uncomfortable! I don't give a shit how unfair you think it is
to you when I say no, I mean no. When I say stop, I mean stop. So you got me
all the way fucked up if you think that this is how shit's gonna fly with me! I
don't know what you're used to, but-"
"I would rather you just tell me I'm not good enough to have you, Naruto.
You're throwing a rather immature tantrum right now."
Naruto's eyebrows might as well have flown up into his hairline. No this
asshole didn't just... He was silent for a moment, his body trembling in anger
as he fixed the damn seat back. "Take me home." He finally said, his tone as
sharp as a blade of ice.
Utakata reached over to touch his arm. "Naruto-"
"Utakata, take me home now!"
"No. We can talk about this."
"Whatever, you don't want to take me home? Fine then. I'm walking." Naruto
opened the car door and got out.
"Naru-"
He slammed the door shut in his boyfriend's face before storming off. He had
had enough of Utakata's bullshit.
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Sasuke drove, listening to the low jazz playing through the car stereo, his
mind wandering onto Naruto no matter how much he tried not to think about him.
About what he was doing right now with... Utakata. He tightened grip on the
steering-wheel, a frown quickly setting on his expression. He would feel better
if he knew he was going home to Daisuke, but the boy was with his parents for
tonight. Everything was one disappointment after another for him at the moment.
He ended up leaving the office late because he had received a call from the CEO
of Byakugan Enterprises about scheduling a meeting to discuss their upcoming
contract. The Uchiha and Hyuga were on good terms, personally, but they were
still rivals in the business world. He guessed Hinata coming over to their
incorporation had now forced Byakugan's hand and they were offering a 'truce',
at least for now.
Sasuke pulled up to a stop-light and then his eyes glanced over onto his cell
phone in the holder. He couldn't help that evil scheme that screamed for him to
call Naruto and interrupt his date.
He wanted to see him, so badly.
His fingers tapping against the wheel, Sasuke shook the thought out of his
mind. He could hear Naruto's annoyed voice already if he were to do that. He
reclined back, waiting on the light and glanced over to look out of the window.
And Lord, he almost did a double-take. He tensed, looked ahead and blinked a
couple of times. Maybe he was so in love he was going crazy.
He turned to look onto the side-walk, again, and could thankfully rule-out
going crazy because that was certainly Uzumaki Naruto.
When the light changed, he felt a leap in his heart and then it began to pound
hard in excitement. Sasuke smiled and tailed after the blonde.
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Naruto frowned, his feet aching from how much he had done. Utakata was so going
to feel his wrath. He stopped, lifting his foot and took off that shoe before
the other. "Ah, this sucks..," He winced, the concrete ground beneath him cold
and the people bypassing him gave him a few odd glances. His frown deepened,
but he held his head high. Utakata was so dead.
"Um, excuse me. The ground is dirty, sir."
Naruto was so annoyed that he looked to the voice with the dirtiest look he
could muster, but his eyes widened at the car that pulled up along the curb
with the window rolled down and he realized who it was. "Sasuke?"
"Hn," Sasuke showed him a smirk. "Dobe, just what are you doing? Stripping on
the street? I didn't think your money problems were so bad."
Naruto scowled a bit, although it was half-hearted. "Oh haha. Very funny, teme.
I thought you would be home by now."
Sasuke said nothing and instead eyed Naruto's feet seriously. They were that
sore. "Hn, get in." He commanded, not giving a damn if Naruto had a problem
with his tone.
His shoulders sinking, Naruto wore a pout as he achingly stomped his way around
to the other side of the car, getting in and tossing his shoes down onto the
floor. "..Thanks." He muttered, closing the car door on his side and then they
were driving through the city.
Sasuke drove with an impassive expression, but he wasn't deaf to the pained
groans Naruto was letting out because of his sore feet. What the hell actually
happened that Naruto ended up in such a predicament?
"So, Naruto, I'm going to guess your date didn't go well?" He dryly presumed,
getting another groan out of Naruto, but this time it sounded annoyed. Sasuke
could tell the annoyance wasn't directed at him though. "Want to talk about
it?"
"Utakata's a total jerk-ass." He grumbled out, his facial expression dark.
Sasuke would be lying if he didn't admit he was finding whatever 'lover's
squirrel' that happened between Naruto and Utakata amusing. Maybe he should
wait for the relationship to self-destruct. Utakata already looked to be
fucking up anyway. He inwardly smirked.
"He can go fuck himself for all I care," Naruto sneered, leaning back into the
seat. He was tired, and Utakata only served to give him a headache tonight.
It was then that his cell started going off and blue eyes rolled.
Sasuke glance over at him. "You're not going to answer that?"
"No." Naruto ran his fingers through his hair, shutting his eyes. ".. I just
wanna go home. I have a headache and that asshole keeps calling me, as if
there's anything he could say to fix that stupid stunt he pulled. I don't want
to talk to him right now." He was mid releasing a sigh when he felt warmth on
his forehead and he opened his eyes to see Sasuke had reached over and now had
the back of his hand settled on his forehead. "What are you doing, Sasuke?" He
asked idly, his face flushing.
"Checking for a fever," Sasuke replied casually, steering with only one hand.
"You catch colds easily during this time of the year and walking on the
freezing cold ground couldn't have been good for you either, dobe. Also you're
not wearing a jacket. You want me to turn the heat up higher for you?"
Naruto gazed at the side of the Uchiha's delicate jaw, quiet. The fact that
Sasuke knew just about everything about him made his heart throb, and it was
painful. He thought maybe he had been moving on, but he still longed for the
Uchiha. Maybe there was honestly no hope for him. Naruto was disappointed when
the man took his hand away and rubbed at his own forehead, where Sasuke's hand
had been.
Sasuke looked over Naruto completely once he reached a stop-light and a fine,
dark brow rose. "Hm, you don't have a fever, although you do look very red." He
pinched a whiskered cheek.
Naruto laughed a little and then swatted at the assaulting, pale hand. "I do
not." He retorted, pouting again. "... You know, how about we go back to your
place?"
Sasuke's demeanor was stoic, but his heart immediately began to race at the
suggestion. Being all alone with Naruto excited him more than he would have
anticipated.
"Hn. Whatever you want, dobe."
Naruto shot him a wide, cheeky grin. "Oh, is it all about my wants tonight?"
Sasuke stilled, a hidden blush rushing to his cheeks because of the 'dirty-
context' that appeared in his mind when Naruto said it like that. "I would
advise you n-not to push it, Uzumaki."
With a suck of his teeth, Naruto shrugged his shoulders.
The rest of the drive to Sasuke's place was quiet, but comfortable, even as the
Uchiha parked in the driveway.
As Sasuke went onto unbuckle his own seat-belt after shutting off the car, his
cell phone started going off and he answered it after the seeing the caller ID.
"What, Kagami?"
Naruto eyed Sasuke as he unbuckled his own seat-belt.
"Daisuke? Why are you calling me from me Kagami's number?" He questioned, his
eyebrow rising. "Hn? Pick you up from where? ...Oi, oi, Daisuke, slow down. I
can't keep up with what you're going on about."
Naruto laughed a little, hearing Daisuke's excited voice going on and on, a
mile a minute.
"Where are you, Daisuke?"
"With Kaga' and Shisui, Daddy."
Sasuke frowned, skeptical. "And why are you with them?"
"Um… they came by Grandma's and said they were going to a Vocaloid concert, so
I asked if I could go and Grandma said it was okay."
"So you're in Sapporo right now? And what the hell is Vocaloid?" Sasuke's eye
twitched in annoyance. He did not trust those two irresponsible morons with his
child, at any given time. Uchiha Shisui and Kagami were brothers, with Shisui
being the oldest, and his beloved cousins. And they were what Sasuke referred
to as never-in-your-motherfucking-life-time babysitters. Kagami, the less
intelligent of the two worked at one of the most luxurious and pristine host
clubs in Asia owned by their grandfather, Indra. However, even though their
grandfather owned such businesses, he was very much displeased by Kagami's
choice of... career. Shisui, on the other hand, managed the Chinese branch of
Uchiha Corp. He was only back in Japan for a vacation and he guessed this was
what he planned to do with his free time.
Naruto deadpanned, giving a shake of his head. "Sasuke, you've never heard of
Vocaloid?" Sasuke showed him a blank stare and that pretty much answered his
question. It would be pointless to explain it.
"Alright, Daisuke. I'll come and pick you up from Madara's tomorrow, but
explain to me what Vocaloid is. And does this concert involve strippers?"
Sasuke's gaze narrowed when the phone was handed over to Kagami.
"Itoko, dude, don't worry. He's with us, and it's nothing inappropriate. Honest
to God."Kagami jeered with a laugh.
"Just keep an eye on my kid, got it. I swear if anything happens to him I'll-"
"Calm down, Sasuke. We are family. You should trust us a little."
Sasuke frowned. "Last time I trusted you two with Daisuke, you both left my
baby at a public park."
"Hn, you're still on that? He was, like, two, and unharmed when we went back
for him."
"Kagami, you better not let anything happen to my son or-"
"Okay, okay! I get it. Are you done now? We've got a concert to go to."
Sasuke breathed out, ending the call, and Naruto snickered at the distressed
expression that claimed his face.
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"A purple butterfly, on your right shoulder, we kissed, in the corner of the
room!,"
The glow sticks held by the crowd and stage lights illuminated the dark concert
hall as the 3D hologram performed on the stage up ahead.
Kagami, a huge Vocaloid fan, sang along and waved his blue glow stick around
with Daisuke on his shoulders, of course the three of them fully disguised to
avoid being recognized as they enjoyed themselves. Their grandfather would be
disgraced to know that this was what they were doing with their time of
leisure, but fuck him. He was having the time of his life and from what he
could tell, Daisuke was as well.
"Oh my God! He's so awesome!" Daisuke cheered in the hall of screaming fans,
his eyes shimmering in awe. He was utterly and completely in love with
Vocaloid, and with especially Len. His angelic, aqua blue eyes were big and
adorable, his hair was in a very cool style, and he was an amazing dancer too.
His arms across his chest, Shisui leaned in toward his younger brother and
whispered, "Don't you think we should tell him they're not real, Kagami?"
Kagami looked his brother, indifferent. "And kill his spirit? You remember how
it was when we found out Santa Claus wasn't real, right? It crushed us."
Shisui raised his eyes onto the child singing along with the 3D hologram,
concerned. "But still.."
"Look, he'll find out eventually. But he's only five right now. I would rather
him find out when he's older. Wouldn't you, Aniki?" He touched Shisui's
shoulder, showing him a small smile.
"I mean, ... I guess."
"I'm so pitiful that I wanna die. Do I have more pleasures or regrets? I'm
gonna go nuts. Stop me please. Give me a moment of peace, and kill me right
away...!" Len, the Vocaloid, belted into the microphone of his headset.
His fingers clasped together, Daisuke admired the blond with starry eyes.
"Kagamine Len. .. So cool!"
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Naruto wrinkled his nose at the shrieking of the alarm clock going off the next
morning and cracked a blue eye open, annoyed. "..Sasuke," He grumbled out,
reaching over to shove the Uchiha asleep beside him, but his hand hadn't quite
reached him. Naruto lifted his head up from the pillow, his eyes barely open
and his hair strewn. For some reason Sasuke was almost at the edge of the bed.
What the hell?
"Teme, turn it off!" He grouched, outstretching his arm and shoving the raven
in his back.
Sasuke's dark eyes flew open in reaction to the powerful shove he received that
awoke him from his sleep, and Naruto's touch. Startled, he rolled out of the
bed and hit the floor with a hard and loud thud. And to think he thought with
that much space between them he could avoid bare-skin contact. Sasuke stayed on
the floor, a flush of red riding along his cheekbones. His heart had leaped at
Naruto's touch, even though he had been asleep, and his first instinct had been
to 'get away' from it. Lord knows what he would've woken up with something much
worst than the usual 'morning-wood.' Hell that had been his reason for putting
that much distant between them last night. Sasuke didn't think he could
possibly control himself if they had slept so close. "Shit." He cussed, his
groan that came after resounding throughout the bedroom.
Naruto's eyebrows crinkled in, oddly. He didn't get what the hell was up with
Sasuke lately.
Sasuke grimaced, finally deciding to pick himself up off of the floor and
turned off the the alarm clock on the nightstand that had still been going off.
"Ah, damn it, Naruto. Was that really necessary?" He then rubbed at his sore
shoulder, the pajama pants he wore riding low on his hips.
His blue gaze lingering on the shirtless raven, Naruto felt a familiar heat
rush to his cheeks. Normally dark, perfectly kempt hair was disheveled and that
body- Lord, that body. His eyes wandered down the man's lean build, skimming
over toned, snow-white abs as Sasuke stretched and Naruto almost drooled when
his venturing eyes stopped on the V line of Sasuke's torso. He swallowed.
Naruto didn't think he could ever get used to the sight of Sasuke's bare skin.
He wished he was the only one who had ever seen this side of Sasuke, so when he
remembered he wasn't, he frowned. It was only then that he realized he felt
much better than yesterday, especially his head. Yeah, Sasuke's head massages
sure did work wonders.
"Hn. Glad I'm reminded of why I hate waking up next to you," Sasuke narrowed
his expression at the blonde, taking a seat on the bed after he relieved his
muscles with a full-body stretch. "Next time I'll force you to take the floor,
or Daisuke's bed."
"No, I'm sorry," Naruto laughed, sitting up in the bed and pulling the
comforter up to his grinning mouth. He really did feel bad now. "You know how
my temperament is in the morning and I thought you were trying to be a smart-
ass by letting the alarm go off for so long."
"Naruto, it hadn't even been going off for a minute."
Naruto glanced over at the sound of cell phone vibrating on the nightstand on
his side of the bed. Ugh, he forgot he would have to deal with that. He decided
to ignore his cell and showed Sasuke an apologetic smile. "Look, my fault. I'll
even cook us breakfast to make it up to you before I have to go," He said,
throwing the covers off of himself and getting out of the bed. "Utakata's been
calling me all night, so I'll have to make it quick-" He froze when all of a
sudden Sasuke, in one swift movement, had him by the wrist, his clutch tight.
Naruto eyed him, stunned.
The look Naruto was giving him causing his face to flush slightly, Sasuke's
eyes were wide. Damn it, he was being too obvious. "Uh, do you have to leave
that soon? I would rather you stay a little longer." He insisted, releasing his
grip on Naruto. "Or I'll get bored."
Naruto said nothing at first, still surprised by how quick Sasuke had grabbed
him and then gave a nod. "Um, alright. If that's what you want," He laughed a
bit, sheepish. "Geez, I'm starting to think I've been spoiling you too much,
Sasuke."
Sasuke cleared his throat, forcing away the redness on his face. "Hn. Exactly.
It's your fault I'm so needy."
"Oh whatever," Naruto rolled his eyes, a laugh leaving him as he started making
his way around the bed. "I'm going to make breakfast then. Is my spare
toothbrush still in the bathroom?"
"Yes."
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It was almost noon as Naruto heaved a large basket of dirty clothes and set it
on the table beside the washer machine, Sasuke standing by to observe. "Ya
know, at the healthy age of twenty-one you should know damn well how to wash
some clothes," Naruto murmured, untwisting the cap off of the jug of detergent.
This didn't not fly with his dad, at all. Iruka was all about knowing how to
take care of a house and one's self. Naruto had had no choice but to learn how
to do these things young. "How do you even wash clothes on your own any other
time?"
"Well, I never actually do it myself. Most times I call my mother and ask her
to come do the laundry since she refuses to send me a servant over. If Mother
can't do it, I look to Daisuke for the directions since he's watched Mother
wash clothes from time to time. And of course whenever you're over here I don't
have to worry about the laundry."
Naruto pursed his mouth, not sparing the man even a glance. "Your mother won't
always be there to help you, Sasuke. Neither will I."
"Hn," Sasuke waved him off, turning his nose up at that. "I shouldn't be doing
laundry in the first place. My hands are costly."
"You're the only guy I know proud to flaunt his manicures." Naruto shook his
head, laughing as he dumped another cap full of detergent into the washer
machine.
"Of course. And it seems I'll need another one soon," He wore a disgruntled
frown, eyeing a chipped nail he hadn't noticed until now. He looked closer,
sickened. "Damn. This nail looks horrid, what could've caused that…"
Naruto looked back over his shoulder and at the raven reclined against the wall
fretting over a nail, a half-grin on his face. "You couldn't sound more like a
bitch, dude. Makes me wonder how none of your relationships ever went smoothly.
I'd think you'd be able to relate to chicks more than anyone."
Sasuke shot him a narrowed glare, feeling insulted. "Uzumaki, I could very well
fire for that comment."
"Oh alright," Naruto shouted in mock of surrender, turning back to the washer
machine. "I'm sorry for hurting your feelings. Don't have a fucking bitch-fit,
teme."
The corner of Sasuke's mouth twitched. "Fuck you, Naruto."
"Well fuck you too, bitch."
Sasuke couldn't help the laugh that left him.
"Hey, get over here and help me. I refuse to be your slave, so I'm going to
show you what you're supposed to do and you better pay close attention."
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"Hey, Sasuke! I'm going!" Naruto was slipping on one of Sasuke's hoodies when
Sasuke had been coming down the stairs, dressed as well, and Naruto saw that
once he had gotten the hoodie on. "What, you have to go get Dai' already?" He
asked, slipping his cell phone into the pocket of the hoodie.
"Yes. Apparently he's causing trouble at my uncle's place and Naka is the one
babysitting. You know how his temperament is."
"Yeah, I do," Naruto let out a laugh, standing near the coffee table. "Naka's
gonna flip his shit soon. He is not down for looking after people's kids."
"Hn." Sasuke walked over to the couch, feeling for his keys to make sure he had
them and then he heard Naruto's phone text-alert 'bing' go off, back to back.
He looked at the Uzumaki and Naruto had his phone out, clearly sending off a
'heated' text to the erratic sender.
Sasuke stared at Naruto, the reluctance that always seemed to overwhelm him
somehow nonexistent in that moment. All he knew was he didn't want to see
Naruto with Utakata any longer, ... he didn't want to see him with anyone other
than him. "Naruto."
"Hm?" Naruto lifted his eyes off of his cell and looked at the Uchiha.
"After this, you're heading to go see Saiken, right?"
Naruto shrugged his shoulders, breathing out in annoyance. "Yeah, he wants to
talk, so..."
"Could you say that you're happy with him?" Sasuke asked, walking closer to
Naruto and blue eyes widened in surprise.
Naruto felt himself tense up, his heart speeding up immensely for some odd
reason. Why was he nervous about answering that question? He breathed in,
working to calm himself. "Uh, y-yeah. I guess, ..I could say that," He replied
with a bit of hesitation, slipping his cell back into the pocket of the hoodie.
He inwardly cringed. He hadn't even sounded honest. He was happy... wasn't he?
"I mean.. Utakata is a great guy, even if he can be a pushy jerk at times. It's
just something I've learned to deal with at this point, ya know." Naruto rubbed
the back of his neck, looking off elsewhere.
Sasuke stopped right in front of his dobe and looked him directly in the eyes.
"Do you love him, Naruto?"
"W-What?!" Baffled, Naruto's eyebrows flew up. "Um, I mean, I like Utakata, but
l-love..? I wouldn't say I love him."
The smile that broke out on his lips was purely one of relief. It was clear
where Naruto's heart still was.
Naruto laughed a little, snapping his fingers in front of Sasuke's face in
attempt to break him out of the weird stare he was giving him. "Hey, Sasuke,
you cool? Why're you looking so weird right now?"
"Because you've been making me weird, idiot," Sasuke admitted with a small
chuckle and Naruto stared back at him in confusion. So beautifully confused.
Sasuke said nothing as he reached out and pressed his palm against a tan,
whiskered cheek, and he noted the way Naruto stilled at his touch. Naruto's
heart was still with him.
Naruto parted his lips to say something, but no words had a chance to leave his
mouth because suddenly Sasuke had leaned in and captured his lips.
The immediate sparks that went off throughout him turned to flames, flames of
every emotion he harbored in the moment that their lips met. His senses felt
electrified. His brow furrowed, Sasuke gingerly moved his lips against the
Uzumaki's. He was mesmerized.. by how full and soft Naruto's mouth felt. He
hadn't thought it was possible that Naruto's lips would feel better than they
looked, but God, was he wrong. Naruto's mouth felt better than any woman's. So
moist and supple. Sasuke could feel himself growing hard with each passing
second.
Naruto was shocked, his eyes stupidly wide and heart at a stand-still. What in
the hell was going on? Was this really happening? Was... Sasuke kissing him?
His eyes followed the close of Sasuke's eyes and a dark red sped onto his face.
The kiss was experimental, chaste at first, but Naruto was left breathless, as
if it had been the most passionate kiss he had ever received, from the first
person he had ever come to love in his life.
Sasuke forced himself to pull away from Naruto, finding that almost painful,
and it was then that he witness the flustered and enthrall expression on the
blonde's face. He smiled at him, his own heart pounding so hard he felt like he
could hear it in his ears. "Damn. Now I know I'm in love because that's the
first kiss that's ever drove me insane."
His breathing coming in thick and heavy, Naruto couldn't muster up a response,
so his body decided to respond for him. He dragged Sasuke by the back of his
neck into another kiss, their mouths crashing into each other with a hunger
that made them seem starved of one another. Naruto shuddered at the sensation
of Sasuke's mouth on his, his blue eyes slipping close as he savored the taste
of Uchiha Sasuke. It was far better than what he had ever imagined it would be
like. He tilted his head, kissing him deeper and the second Sasuke's tongue
skimmed his, Naruto's legs felt like they turned to jelly. He muffled a moan
into the kiss, weak to the intensity of the pleasure, and emotions he had
learned to suppress for a long time. Everything was going off like fireworks
and he couldn't control anything.
Sasuke groaned when Naruto pulled him closer, the now rock-hard erection he
gained from JUST KISSING the Uzumaki rubbing against Naruto's thigh.
Naruto couldn't think straight as stern, pale fingers wound into the back of
his hair and held him in place while his mouth was devoured the taller man. The
way Sasuke was dominating his mouth was a lot more aggressive than how Utakata
was with him.
His blue eyes shot open as that thought triggered his right mind and Naruto
struggled to stop himself, but it was hard to speak with Sasuke's tongue in his
mouth. "Sas-… Mmhah–! W-wai-" He muttered around the appendage, but he still
couldn't get the Uchiha to budge. Naruto gripped Sasuke's shoulders, conjuring
up the strength to push the man away from him and Sasuke panted hard, wide-
eyed.
Naruto stared back at him, a great fluster taking over his face and wetness
arose in his eyes. "Oh my God. ...That was very bad," He murmured, more to
himself as he backed away and brought a hand to his mouth. He couldn't believe
he just did that.
Sasuke's eyebrows drew in, insult hardened in his dark gaze. "Bad? What do you
mean bad?" He went forward, his grip forceful as he grabbed Naruto's wrist,
stopping the blonde from backing away any further. "Naruto, I told you that I
love you, so in what way-"
"I have a boyfriend, Sasuke!" He yelled, yanking his wrist out of Sasuke's
hold, more angry with himself than Sasuke. "I can't believe I just did that.."
The hand on his lips began to tremble. He cheated. He just cheated on someone!
He drove a hand into his hair, trying to think about what just happened not
even a couple of moments ago. "I am.. very confused right now. ."
"Because I kissed you?–"
"-Yes! Why would you do that? Why.. What the hell is going on?" He rambled,
trying his best to process that.. Sasuke fucking kissed him?!
"Because I love you to the point that it's been driving me crazy, dobe," Sasuke
grabbed Naruto by the shoulders, looking straight into wavering, azure eyes.
"Do you know how hard it's been to even control myself-"
"Stop. Just, stop, Sasuke," He told him, although his voice wasn't as harsh as
it should have been. "I have a boyfriend! It's not that simple to just be with
you."
"Why isn't it?" Sasuke tightened his grip. "You can simply call him right now
and break it off."
Naruto looked at him as if Sasuke was actually insane. "Sasuke..."
"Naruto, tell me you don't love me." Sasuke demanded, yet the sharpness in his
words broke and his expression faltered into a pained one. "Say it, Naruto.
Tell me that you don't love me. If you tell me that, I'll stop."
His lips tight, Naruto felt the Uchiha's hold on him let up and took that
moment to back away from him. "Sasuke, I-I... have to go." It took a lot for
him to turn away from the man, put on his shoes as quick as he could and leave
out of that house without saying another thing to him.
Sasuke stood there in the silence of his house and his heart ached. It
seriously ached. Like it had ripped or something had slashed it, as ruthlessly
as possible. He moved to sit down on the couch, a dejected, humorless laugh
leaving him. "That... usuratonkachi." He went quiet, letting his head fall
back. Was this what love was? Something so painful, that could rip him apart,
and so easily?
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to be continued...
Chapter End Notes
     I'd also like to thank readers for their kudos, subs and especially
     the comments because those are what keep me overjoyed about posting
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     from you all.
***** Confronting That Mistake *****
Chapter Notes
     This is kinda why I tell my readers on here it would be best to wait
     until I've updated the older chapters on here before running over to
     FF to catch up because when it's posted here it's rewritten and
     proofed and NOT all shitty LOL.
Author's note: It's 2018, so you already know I had to update here again. :
) Hope everyone's safe and sound, and excited for the new year!
Note(s) - Daisuke's play is based off of Hello/How Are You? by Kano.You can
check out the song on Youtube!
                   "I look up, down, my roof gone, you gone
                I woke up, but fuck, I had to leave my shoes on
                     All this time was tryna get you back
                              But you never know
                         I been feenin' for your love
                           And maybe, baby, you know
                        And maybe, baby, you know (you)
                        If you said you're really done
                         Baby, baby, you'd know (you)
         You'd know." ( - Don't Slow Me Down. Chris Brown. /SasuNaru.)
Warning: (18+.) INAPPROPRIATE, SEXUAL RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN MINOR/ADULT. Smut/
Lime. Coarse language.Slight Fluff?
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French tipped finger nails toyed with the buttons on his white dress shirt, the
woman's sigh longing. In her eyes, the man wearing it was too perfect. She
couldn't wait to get him out of it, to have her lips and tongue venture where
ever they desired over smooth, pale skin.
She took her bottom lip between her teeth and glided her fingers through his
dark hair, adoring the silky feel of it. Then she took a whiff of it, his scent
intoxicating, and hummed. She couldn't take this any longer! She was absolutely
yearning for him to fuck her so hard and brutally into his desk, until she
couldn't feel her legs and walk straight for the next two days.
Seated at his office desk, Sasuke glared ahead, his arm wrapped around the
waist of the woman on his lap. "Why did I think this would pacify me? This is
utterly useless," He said to himself, frowning. So far, nothing could make him
feel better about what between him and Naruto. Not even a little. If anything,
this made him feel even worse than he already did.
Arching a brow at the man, the woman eyed the Uchiha's lips and noticed him
murmuring on about something, but she couldn't quite make out what. Work must
have him tense. "Sasuke, you have no idea how happy I am that you called. I had
a shoot today for a spread, but I cancelled just for you. I think that calls
for you to make up for lost time, but I guess I can show my appreciation as
well," She whispered thickly, undoing the top button on his shirt before she
moved onto the lower ones. Eventually, she slipped off his lap and got on her
knees between his parted legs, reaching up and popping open the last button,
gifted with the sight of his toned, tank top-clad chest.
Sasuke snorted, lowering a distasteful, dark glare onto his ex. He thought he
would feel better in the company of the beautiful, young actress, but this only
grounded salt into the wound. The feel of this woman touching him sickened him,
greatly. Naruto's touch was all he craved and it was driving him insane.
Softly moaning in anticipation, she raised her emerald gaze onto the Uchiha.
"Sasuke, I was thinking that since-"
"Button them back." Sasuke ordered, cutting her off.
The woman went silent, baffled by his command and blinked. No, she must have
heard wrong. She giggled, about to go for the buckle of his trousers. "You must
be so stressed, Sasuke. But I know exactly how to fix that." She bit at her
bottom lip, grabbing the buckle of his belt.
Sasuke then scoffed, annoyed, and green eyes leveled his glare once she heard
how unamused he sounded. He forgot this woman had such selective hearing.
Her jaw tight and wearing a pout, the woman decided to 'get the hint' and
started buttoning the man's shirt back. Why fuck had he called her here then?
There was a knock that suddenly came at his door and before Sasuke could even
answer, the door opened, a clearly bothered Naruto coming into his office.
"Hey, Sasuke, I-" He froze once he got close enough to the Uchiha's desk to see
what was going on behind the desk. Specifically the woman on her knees, between
Sasuke's legs, who, God help her, had no shame at the sound of his voice. She
just kept working on Sasuke's shirt, not giving a damn that someone had just
walked into the room.
Sasuke, however, looked panicked and ... guilty?
"N-Naruto," Sasuke stuttered and sat forward, trying to think of some way to
explain what it was Naruto was witnessing.
Having analyzed the situation for long enough, Naruto swallowed and tightened
his fist. Karin told him he could go right in, which meant she probably had no
idea Sasuke had someone in here with him.
Sasuke was stiff as he stood to his feet, quick, his knee hitting the woman in
the process and the woman cried out in pain, her hand flying to her forehead in
order to soothe the spot. He glanced at her with a grimace and murmured an
apology, helping her to her feet.
Naruto turned his head, scoffing out a humorless laugh. This had to be some
sort of joke. This bastard just confessed to him only a few weeks ago, but now,
here he was, with the woman Naruto recognized as his ex. He felt so stupid and
just.. numb at this point. He had been acting so awkward around the Uchiha,
thinking that it would be dangerous to get too close to him or even talk about
'the kissing' incident, but it was obvious that Sasuke had already moved on
from it. Did he even mean it when he said he loved him?
Naruto turned his narrowed eyes back on Sasuke, the silent bastard's
dumbfounded expression pissing him off even more. He could feel his anger
rising and his face getting hot. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching up as he
forced his anger to stay at bay. "I apologize, Sasuke-san. I only came to
remind you that Daisuke's cultural festival has begun and that we are expected
to be there in the next twenty minutes. That's all," He gritted through his
clenched teeth tightly, eying the woman leaning back against Sasuke's desk and
still rubbing at her head. He wouldn't get angry. He wouldn't. "I'll be going
then." He turned around and left the room, trembling because of how hard it had
been to compress his fury. He felt like had just been toyed with and he wanted
to break Sasuke's face.
"Ah, damn it," Sasuke cursed after gathering himself and rounded the desk,
leaving the room to go after Naruto. He fucked up. Royally. He stepped out,
seeing Naruto was nowhere in sight and then glanced over at his secretary,
Karin, who was able to read the inquiry on his face and pointed in the
direction Naruto left in.
He gave an appreciative nod and headed toward the elevators, finding Naruto
waiting there for a lift. Naruto hated him right now, he could tell by the way
the blonde pretended to not notice him round the corner and walk right up to
him. "Naruto," He said simply, stepping damn near in front of the blonde.
"What?" Naruto answered, indifferent, his gaze staring up at the changing floor
levels on the screen above the elevator doors.
Sasuke was startled by the rather neutral tone, but continued on with what he
neededto explain, "What you saw back there.., it wasn't what you think." He
went silent, scanning Naruto's face in hopes of seeing just an inkling of
understanding edge onto beautiful features.
"Mmhm." Naruto nodded in response, not sparing the raven even a glance.
Sasuke stood there, tense, his slate gaze wandering Naruto's unreadable
expression oddly. Naruto had a very expressive face. But, right now, Naruto's
emotions weren't lying bare on his face like usual, so Sasuke had no idea if
the Uzumaki was hurt or not and it made him even more nervous. He knew this
expression all too well. When one couldn't read Naruto's face, after having
pissed him off, that meant one was in danger. So he was risking his life right
now. "You're not upset, are you...?" He asked gingerly.
"No," Naruto finally looked him in the face for moment, his voice casual and
empty. "Why would I be upset? What you do is your own business after all."
"Well, because," He looked into blue eyes, confused as to why Naruto was acting
as if he had forgotten about what he confessed to him not that long ago. "..You
know what happened between us and me telling you that I have feelings for you."
He decided to mention outright, but Naruto simply shrugged a shoulder.
Quiet, Naruto bit at the inside of his cheek, the numbness he felt no longer
protecting him and his heart feeling like it had dived into his stomach. The
thought of what he had seen in Sasuke's office made him sick to his stomach.
Was Sasuke seriously toying with him? Either way, he wouldn't let himself break
down in front of him.
"I have a boyfriend, Sasuke. So it's not like that's any of my concern, we're
not together or anything," Naruto told him, relieved when the doors of the
elevator he was waiting for came open. However, once he went forward to get
onto the empty lift, Sasuke stepped in front of him, succeeding in blocking his
way and Naruto's indifferent exterior wavered as he looked the Uchiha in the
face. "Sasuke, move."
Sasuke didn't give a damn if the elevator doors behind him were closing. "I
will when I get an honest answer out of you, Naruto. What you saw in my office
wasn't anything. I don't want you to think that that was to hurt-"
"I'm not hurt, you bastard!" Naruto shouted at him, his mouth saying the
opposite of what his heart was enduring, even as he felt the wetness gathering
in his eyes. There was only so much he could take. He had had enough of
Sasuke's bullshit! " He reached over and pressed the elevator button again, his
breathing harsh. "I'm not hurt! I'm upset! I'm not angry! Idon't feel anything
when it comes to you, so move, you fucking bastard!"
Sasuke flinched a bit at the pained sound of Naruto's yelling and then frowned,
watching the tears roll down whiskered cheeks. He hated the sight more than
anything in this world. And the sight was because of him. "Naruto, stop," He
took his best friend's flushed face into his hands, giving him no choice but to
look him directly the eyes. "Listen to me-"
"Get the fuck off of m-me," Naruto tried to back out of Sasuke's grasp, but
Sasuke wouldn't allow him to, so he balled a fist and punched Sasuke in the
gut, which gave the raven no choice but to release him since the hit sent
Sasuke stumbling back. Naruto glared, the doors of the elevator he had been
waiting on coming open, again, this time without any interference. "I hope you
know you're a real prick, bastard!" He snarled, storming onto the lift and
letting the doors close, with no regret.
The Uchiha coughed up a strangled groan and belatedly wrung his arms around his
stomach and fell to his knees, his teeth clenched in agony.
'Shit, that hurt.'
He was thankful to the Lord that no one was around to witness him in his keeled
over state.
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Itachi finished buttoning the right cuff-link of his shirt as he walked up to
Menma's bedroom, and then he knocked on the shut door, getting a discreet 'come
in' afterwards. He went in, his eyebrow rising at the sight of Menma lying on
his stomach on the bed facing the direction of the doorway and reading the
chemistry text book he had given him to study last night for an upcoming quiz
he would be giving him later on in the week.
"Yes?" Menma raised his head, his luminous gaze expressing just how bored out
of his mind he was. "What is it, sensei?" He flashed him a clearly fraudulent,
'cherry' grin. He had to admit even though the Uchiha had tortured him with a
lecture that made him feel like tearing his hair out last night, Itachi looked
absolutely drool-worthy in those pressed trousers and dress shirt. Where the
hell was he off to dress that fine?
Itachi smiled slightly at him, amused. "I'm surprised, Menma-kun. I didn't
expect you to start studying so early in the week. If I recall last night, you
felt studying the night before a quiz would be sufficient enough for you."
Menma pouted, his eyes rolling in his head. "Maybe your lecture made me rethink
my laziness since 'studying' the night before, or rather skimming a few pages
of a text book for ten minutes and calling that studying, hasn't exactly gotten
me passing marks. So I've decided to take the nerd approach," He nodded to
himself, tapping his finger against the printed text on the open page,
determined to actually try studying for once. Hell, he might as well anyway. He
had decided not to go to school today, which he was now on 'probation' for
(under the rule of Uchiha Itachi.) He wasn't allowed to play video games, watch
TV or go outside, and all of that was under the rule of his dad, who damn near
yelled his ear off this morning because he had skipped out on school.
"Hn," Strolling closer to the bed, Itachi's darkening and intent gaze prowled
the teenager's smoking body embraced in a pair of red, thin-material, snow
flake pajama pants and a black, long-sleeve Stewie Griffin shirt, one side of
the shirt riding up a narrow hip. This brat was too hot for his own fucking
good, even in simple clothes. "And a fine nerd you are." He remarked, a smooth,
appreciative hum leaving him.
His cheekbones turning a tinge red, Menma laughed a bit as he stared up at the
man. "Oh, so flirting isn't prohibited even though I'm on 'probation'?" He
asked cheekily with a slight smirk on his face.
Itachi pocketed his hands into his trousers, stopping at the bed side. "Hn. Who
says I was flirting. I was simply admiring a very tempting sight."
"Oh what the fuck ever. What is it you want, Itachi?"
"My dear nephew's cultural festival is this afternoon. I have no choice but to
take you with me, so get ready."
"No choice?" Menma's brow furrowed, his pouty mouth dipping at the corners in
attitude.
"Well, I was under the impression that you don't enjoy being left alone,
considering how often you complain to me about hating being left alone when I
decide to go out. Hn, it's not like you're going out for your own amusement
anyway."
His blue eyes widening at Itachi, he was quiet, unsure of what to say honestly.
He was surprised by this... considerate side of the Uchiha. He hadn't expected
it. He didn't even think Itachi paid him any mind when he mentioned that he
didn't like being left alone for too long. Or that he really cared. He felt his
cheeks grow hotter, weirded out by the feeling in his chest at the moment. It
felt fluttery.
Lifting an odd brow at the silent Uzumaki, Itachi took a hand out of his pocket
and motioned it at Menma. "Menma-kun, now, if you would be so kind. I don't
want to be even a minute late, so we need to get a move on."
Menma finally gathered himself and closed his text book, licking over his
bottom lip. "So, you're in a rush then?" He said, turning his head and looking
up at Itachi's impassive expression. "I think.. that if you want me to move at
your pace you'll have to persuade me. I'm quite lazy today."
Itachi said nothing, but his silence was inquiring.
Menma pressed a finger to his lips, smiling. "A kiss."
"No."
"Why, Itachi?" He frowned.
"Because you're far too greedy, Menma-kun. Giving you a simple kiss would
surely have you wanting more than a kiss and then I would arrive to Daisuke's
festival late."
"I won't ask for anything more, Itachi!" Menma promised, his big, cerulean eyes
pleading, but Itachi merely fixed him a solid look. He wasn't Deidara, he
didn't obey at command. Nor was he intimated. That didn't work on him and it
never would. He challenged Itachi with a demanding look of his own, running his
fingers through his hair in order to get some of the locks out of his eyes. "I
just want a damn kiss, Itachi. I have no problem with waiting until later to
get more from you," He puckered his kiss-ready lips, piercing the Uchiha's
slate stare with doey, blue hues of 'innocence.' "I promise I'll be a good boy
for you if I get a kiss, but.. if I don't we'll be late and it'll be all your
fault. Not mine."
Dark eyes narrowed.
Thick-lashed, blue eyes batted, the gleam in them mischievous.
Threading his fingers through his long, draping hair that would shortly be
pulled into a ponytail before they had to leave; Itachi breathed out a low sigh
and started to lean down. Damn it, he folded. He had no choice but to. It
wasn't as if he wasn't craving to feel plump lips against his own as well.
However, he hadn't realized he was weak to... something.. about the Uzumaki
until now. He was especially weak to the look Menma attacked him with, and he
was certain it could compel him to give into just about any damn thing the brat
wanted. Deidara didn't even have this power over him.
Menma inwardly smirked in triumph, tipping his head back and Itachi's lips
captured his yearning mouth, slowly. The hue of his eyes flickering and
thickening in a haze, he almost immediately felt that intense heat of ecstasy
begin to race throughout him, his lips parting on their own, rapacious for a
deeper feel of the blissful cavern they couldn't get enough of. Menma reached
his hand up the side of Itachi's neck, pulling him down closer and spreading
the kiss wider.
Itachi silenced the grunt rising up his vocal cords as he dragged his tongue
along Menma's, cupping the side of the Uzumaki's face. He felt himself shudder
and then his bicep tightened, the muscles in his arms clenching up in response
to the inkling of control he worked to keep over himself. It was what he had to
do, or he would lose himself in the pleasure he desired to drown in at that
very moment. This brat made him... feel so unusual. He was naturally so
controlled and poise, in just about everything that he did. Why did it seem
like Menma was weakening that?
A honeyed moan escaping the back of his throat, Menma savored as many kisses as
he could, his reddened lips moving fast and fervently against smooth, full
ones. Fuck, Itachi's mouth was amazing! And he was so hard right now! Another
louder, but sweeter moan stumbled out of his opening mouth.
Itachi's eyes widened when Menma swirled his tongue around his, which didn't
fail to make his dick throb. Oh Lord, his restraint! And why, just why, did the
brat have to go and moan like that? It nearly drove him insane. Nope, anymore
of this and he was done for. He was about to pull away from the pouty mouth,
but, before he could do so, Menma playfully caught his bottom lip between his
teeth and he was left breathless.
Itachi's lower lip gently seized between his teeth, Menma's laugh was light,
but naughty. He was amused by how caught off guard the Uchiha had been, so
amused he hadn't realized Itachi's hand had left the side of his face until a
sharp, punishing smack was delivered right to his ass. He shrieked in response
to it, jolting up onto his knees and the dark crimson that was stained on his
cheekbones was now spreading throughout his entire face.
Itachi leaned up, since the brat's shriek allowed him to slip his lip free, and
looked at Menma firmly. "Be a good boy, like you promisedyou would be, and get
ready." He ordered, licking at his bottom lip.
Menma wore a bewildered expression, his eyes wide. "O-Ow," He sputtered out
with a laugh, reaching back to rub at his ass. "That actually hurt, you dick."
"Hn," Itachi smirked, humored, and then started on his way out of the room.
"Get dressed."
Menma puffed out his cheeks, a belated shiver zipping down his spine and the
inside of the front of his underwear warm, wet and sticky. "...He knows how
much I like it when it hurts."
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Naruto was glad that he made it to Daisuke's school, even after what happened
with Sasuke. He stepped out of his car, taking in the beautiful day as he
locked the doors. The air was kind of crisp and chilly, but the sun was out,
which offered some warmth. He took a moment to breathe and then started on his
walk across the street to the school bustling with the cherry sounds of the
festival going on.
Sasuke caused migraines. That piece of shit dared to tell him he loved him and
then weeks later get with that bitch. "I swear, he's driving me crazy. T-That-
Ugh! That asshole!" He gritted through his teeth, trying to keep his cool while
passing the others loitering the side-walk. He felt dumb. So dumb. Maybe he
should work off some steam before he saw Daisuke. The kid didn't need to see
him looking so shitty today. He quickened his pace, running for the school's
entrance embellished with festive decorations. Today his focus was Daisuke.
He grinned, about to turn into the school, but he clashed with someone else who
was bolting at full fucking speed as well and the impact nearly knocked the
wind out of him.
He and the other person fell to the ground, earning the gasps and attention of
those around.
His eyes squeezed shut, Naruto loudly groaned out, reaching back to rub at his
tail-bone that had almost been demolished by the concrete.
A woman then brought a hand to her mouth. "Isn't that..?!"
"Yes, but please remain calm, dear. His son attends this school, so it wouldn't
be polite to ask for an autograph or photograph. Leave the man to his peace."
"What? I had no idea!"
"Shiiiiit!" Naruto sharply hissed, ignoring the murmuring of the people around
and opening his eyes to see who had collided into. His face burned red, in fury
and a skeptical scoff left him when he met the face of Uchiha Sasuke, midnight
eyes glaring directly at him. "Well isn't this some bullshit?" He bristled,
aiming the dirtiest look he could muster at the raven.
"Naruto," Sasuke seethed, his tone dangerously cutting, not that that seemed to
instill even an ounce of fear in the Uzumaki. "And after you already punched
me?"
"You hit me, asshole!" Naruto shouted, gingerly getting to his feet, his tail-
bone sore as he stood. Damn it all to hell, he was sure he going to have to ice
his ass later!
Sasuke muttered a curse under his breath, wincing as he got up off of the
ground too and dusted himself off. "Dobe, just be lucky you're still employed."
He bit out, pointing a threatening finger at him.
His cheeks puffed out, Naruto touched on his wrist and then he realized it. His
eyes grew wide. "Where's my..?" He looked down on the ground around him,
panicked, but he still heard the Uchiha snort. Naruto smiled when he spotted it
and smiled in relief, moving to pick it up. However, in reaching for it, a shoe
plummeted down onto it and his mouth dropped open before he lifted his baffled
stare onto the culprit.
Sasuke.
Sasuke hadn't even been paying attention when he had stepped on it as he strode
off because he was too busy making sure his cell phone was fine.
"-Hey!" Naruto yelled at him, but the man didn't even glance back. "Y-You
fucking-...!" He tightened his lips in remembering that there were children in
the vicinity of him and his foul temper and roughly grabbed at his own hair out
of pure frustration. He was stressed out, and Sasuke was being even more of an
asshole than usual. He bent down and picked up the bracelet Utakata had given
him. He growled at the damage, but decided he didn't have time for Sasuke.
Daisuke's play was going to begin soon and he didn't want to be late.
So, he stormed off through the entrance gates, inwardly fuming.
Sasuke frowned, intently eying his cell from all angles to inspect any damage
he may have overlooked. He barely paid attention to the admiring murmurs and
star-stricken beams on him. He passed one of the first festival stalls and it
was right then, his shoulder was not what he would call bumped, but shoved, so
hard that his cell was knocked his phone out grasp and hit the ground.
He stopped and his glare heated. He was somewhat baffled and most definitely
aggravated. Staying impassive as he retrieved the deceive from the ground, he
tried to breathe out calmly. He targeted the only person not that far ahead of
him, the person looking back at him with an apologetic expression on his face.
Uzumaki Naruto.
Silently, Sasuke put his phone away. "Still out to get me, hn?"
"My bad, teme. I honestly did not mean to do that," He apologized, sheepishly,
although a small snicker escaped him. He knew how it may have looked, but that
was completely an accident.
"Uzumaki Naruto, you are dead." Sasuke snarled.
Swallowing a bit nervously, Naruto turn his ass around as fast as he could and
then took off like a bat out of hell.
Sasuke sprinted after him, on his tail at ninja-like speed.
Between him and Naruto, their level of 'petty' was at an all-time high.
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"He's the star of the play then?" Menma asked, looking out at the passing
scenery.
Itachi drove, his beautiful hair in a ponytail at the nape of his neck and
nodded. "Yes, and I expect that he'll do well. He is my nephew after all."
"Right, right, because he is your nephew," Menma turned to him and humorously
scoffed out, "Let's hope he doesn't fuck up because you just might disembowel
yourself."
His slate gaze ahead and hands fluently on the steering-wheel, Itachi breathed
a light laugh. "Hn. Even if he does happen to make a mistake, he'll still make
me proud. I'm simply certain that he won't because once Daisuke puts his mind
to something, he excels at it. It's Uchiha nature to do so."
Menma rolled his eyes, inwardly mocking the man's smug voice. Itachi was always
so certain and dignified. He wanted to see him lose his cool, just once. He
blinked when an idea came to him, his smile sinister, and then slid his hand
over onto Itachi's upper thigh.
Itachi glanced at the Uzumaki out of the corner of his eye, impassive. "I'm
driving."
"I know. You don't have to stop, Itachi-sensei," Menma purred thickly, sliding
his hand higher and over onto the man's crotch area. He felt Itachi tense and
smiled wider, palming the sizeable bulge imprisoned in the Uchiha's trousers.
Sure to keep his focus on the road, Itachi's breath shuddered and he could
sense that all too familiar heat building below his belt.
Taking his lower lip between his teeth, Menma leaned forward and watched his
hand knead the bulge. He could feel it growing harder and hotter against his
skin. So big already. He lifted his eyes onto Itachi's face and the man's pale
cheekbones were beginning to flush. When Itachi was turned on his skin
flustered so easily. It was kind of... cute.
Itachi couldn't help bucking his hips against the Uzumaki's palm, bringing the
car to a stop behind another car in the crowded lane on the freeway. "Brat, if
you keep that up..,"
"What?" He laughed a bit, blushing slightly. "It's fine, I'll help you with it,
okay?" He emphasized what he meant by firmly pressing on the now straining
bulge beneath his hand and Itachi grunted out in frustration, licking over his
lips. Probably because there wasn't enough friction for him to feel as much as
he pleased. Menma then unbuckled his seat belt and shifted in his seat, facing
Itachi and started undoing the man's belt and trousers. Good thing the BMW's
windows were tinted as dark as they were. Excited himself, he freed his tutor's
cock from the confines of his boxers and his own dick jumped when he watched
the massive, straining-red and hard length spring up. He shivered deliciously
at the sight, wrapping his hand around it and began to stroke it.
"Hhn, you've done this before?" Itachi inquired huskily, his voice deep and
smoldering, the sound of it making Menma blush harder.
The way he licked over his lips undeniably sensual, Menma shook his head. "No,
but it's exciting, isn't it?" His gaze gleamed with an electrified thrill that
even Itachi could see.
The Uchiha throatily groaned, the teenager gripping his arousal tighter and
pumping him experimentally, teasing him. He basked in the wonderful sensation,
liquid fire racing through his veins.
Menma showed him a dimpled-smile, enjoying the lustful look on his handsome
face and he could see the sweat beginning to dampen Itachi's forehead. It was
too fucking sexy. Menma fisted him faster, pre-cum glazing his palm, the man's
dick dripping heavily in his grasp. "Have I ever told you that I love how
incredibly big you are," His voice was low, and yet, sinfully sweet, drowning
the man's senses in pure ecstasy. He pressed his lips to smooth, feverish skin
and slowly kissed down Itachi's jawline, all the way to his neck.
Itachi smirked, gripping the steering-wheel until he went white at the
knuckles. This brat was too good.
"I want to feel you inside me, so badly," Menma whispered in a light moan
against Itachi's neck before he kissed him there and then pulled back, his blue
eyes locking with dark ones, and it seemed as if a spark flew between them.
Suddenly, Itachi roughly grabbed a fist full of Menma's hair and yanked the
Uzumaki closer, their lips brushing and breathing mingled. "You're such a sly
brat, you know that? Is that what you want? For me to fuck you like the slutty
little thing you are?" He gritted through his teeth brutally, pure-crimson lust
swimming in his gaze and Menma's blue eyes sparkled in desire as he
breathlessly nodded in response. "Move your hand faster." He commanded and his
jaw clenched up when bliss overtook him as the Uzumaki did just that.
Their gazes stayed locked, and it felt as if they could tell what each other
was thinking, and it made them both extremely horny. The need and urge to fuck
each others brains out was stronger than anything they had ever felt before.
Just the thought of Itachi slamming into him in the backseat of this BMW made
his legs tremble, his pants beginning to feel tighter than they usually did on
him and his own cock throbbing, wetting the fabric of his boxers. "..You're so
damn hot," Menma murmured, shuddering.
Itachi snorted out a laugh, his facial expression a bit hazy. He was high on
euphoria that clouded his mind and it overpowered his judgment. He desired
Menma, and it wasn't something that he could fight. The way Menma squeezed and
stroked his cock was drool-worthy.
Itachi pulled Menma into a deep kiss with a delicious smack and hungrily
slipped his tongue passed pouty lips, feasting out the addicting cavern that
was the teenager's mouth. The taste of the Uzumaki was intoxicating. With just
the skill of his tongue, he drew a small, keen cry out of the younger male and
Menma inwardly shifted his legs together, wanting to be touched too.
Menma's tongue glided up against Itachi's, their lips trying to devour one
another as Menma continued to jerk the Uchiha off.
Menma moaned softly after a particular squeezed he did on the Itachi's cock
caused the man to part from him and hiss out, pleasurably. He ran the pad of
his thumb over the head of the thick length and smeared the stickiness up and
down the reddened flesh, his own lips kiss-bruised and shiny with saliva. He
was mesmerized as he watched the man's brow furrow in and dark eyes shut in
concentration.
The both of them panting, the Uchiha indicated that he wanted him to start by
tightening the grip he had on his hair and Menma gladly leaned down and lowered
his face to the thickly oozing cock in his hold."Itadakimasu," He said before
he eagerly licked up the semen seeping along the huge, angry-red arousal.
"Hha, shit." Itachi inhaled sharply and Menma wasted no time swallowing him
whole, bathing him in warm mouth and beginning to deep throat his cock. Fuck,
it was even sexier how effortless it was for Menma. Itachi was a well-endowed
man and Deidara and every other partner he had had in the past had a rather...
difficult time when trying to pleasure him orally, but God damn Menma pretty
much had a nonexistent gag-reflex! His gaze glazed over and the tension in his
arms building, he pressed on the gas when the traffic began to move and drove,
as swiftly as he normally did. The velvety encased of Menma's throat was
absolutely amazing. Menma hadn't stopped even when he started driving, only
bobbed his head faster. He took a quick glance down and he swore he could've
blown his load right then. Not only was the sight the hottest thing he had ever
seen, it literally felt like Menma was sucking him dry and he was moaning in
such a lewd manner while doing it. He bit down on his lip, desperate to keep
his mind on the road.
But, good Lord, he thought he would lose it when the Uzumaki did that trick
where he held him in his throat for an impressive six seconds and then let it
slip back out of his throat. "Oh fuck," Itachi let out a guttural moan, his
eyebrows crinkling in as he slowed to a stop after the car in front of him did.
Menma lifted his mouth off of Itachi's dick, gasping and saliva and pre-cum
glistened off of his lips and all around his mouth. The flush of his cheekbones
heavy and dark, Menma dragged his tongue up along the rigid cock and then
slapped the hefty package on his tongue. "Enjoying it, sensei?" He moaned,
turning his head to look up at him and tucking a side of his messy hair behind
his ear.
"Hn," Itachi smirked down at him, the sight of his pre-cum on Menma's face
almost enough to finish him off. "Of course I'm enjoying it, Menma-kun. I have
such a fucking filthy, slutty student working extra hard to get himself a
passing grade. Certainly a student well-overdue for a spanking." Especially
after Menma had promised him he would be a 'good boy' until later.
"Mmhm," Menma let out lust-drenched whimper, nodding and then sucked on only
the head of Itachi's cock, fisting the rest of the hot, pulsating flesh.
"..Your little slut, Itachi," He muttered around his cock, swallowing the man
deeper.
Itachi groaned, threading his fingers through the side of Menma's hair and
panted. "Only mines?" Menma answered him with another moan and dark-lashed,
exotic, cerulean eyes loomed up at him, the Uzumaki's hair pushed back out of
his face and the small, fine hairs of his hairline exposed and that luscious,
pouty mouth full of his dick. Fuck, the brat was gorgeous.
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"Haaa!" The small Uchiha gazed out the window of the 16th century theater set,
breathing out a dramatic, prolonged sigh that echoed throughout the vast
auditorium. "I've decided... this morning will be the perfect time to go out
and search for my princess," He brought his hands together into a clasp, a big,
confident smile gracing his face, but then, that smile faltered, sadly. "Oh,
who am I kidding? This is only the best time because I'll have to return home
by three or I'll miss pudding time… and apple juice servings." He confessed in
all honesty, his brow furrowing. "It's far too early to be climbing up a
gruelingly tall tower, or some strange girl's startlingly long hair. What if
it's awfully dirty as well?" He shuddered, cringing.
The audience erupted in genuine laughter, awing at the cuteness of it all.
Naruto was seated beside Tenten and Sasuke was seated on the other side of her
and Aki, because he and Naruto would rather keep some distance between them
since they absolutely couldn't stand each other at the moment.
"Dai-chan's sooo cute on stage! Who knew he took acting this seriously," Tenten
remarked in a whisper to Naruto, wearing a smile. "He hasn't messed up once and
has even added a bit of his own humor to it."
Naruto agreed with a nod, grinning wide. "Well he did practice like crazy every
day, so I'm glad it paid off and he looks darn handsome in his costume. He
seems to be enjoying himself too."
Sasuke gazed ahead at his son. He found that his son had a natural talent for
entertaining people. Daisuke had been nervous about the play, but had practiced
day and night for weeks. A slight smile appearing on his face, he wondered if
this was something Daisuke wanted to do this when he was older. If so, he was
certain there was a glorious future ahead of him. He turned his head to his
right for a mere second and actually had to do a double-take when took notice
of his older brother sitting down next to him with a HD video camera in his
grasp and filming, and Menma, scowling down at Itachi. Wait. Daisuke's play was
already a minute in and Itachi was late? Hell must have frozen over. His eyes
were wide.
"Hello to you as well, Otouto," Itachi greeted his little brother, casually.
Raising an eyebrow at the older Uchiha oddly, Sasuke crossed his arms. "You're
late. That's unusual."
Itachi snorted, haughty. "I'm Uchiha Itachi. I'm not late, this event just
started earlier than I presumed it would."
Sasuke eyed both Itachi and Menma, and noted the fluster of the teen Uzumaki's
face and his messier than usual hair. He wore a look that looked all too
familiar, but Sasuke said nothing. He just posted that mental sticky-note in
the back of his mind.
Itachi lifted his gaze onto the teenager hovering a little too close to the
view-frame of the camera and Menma motioned at the empty seat next to Itachi.
"Need something?"
"Move. I want to sit next to your brother." He demanded, annoyed that he had to
voice that.
Itachi returned his eyes to the stage. "I'm afraid that's too bad, Menma-kun.
This spot happens to be the perfect lightening for filming."
Menma frowned and huffed lightly, unzipping his jacket. "You're such a dick,"
He murmured quietly, having no choice but to take the seat next to Itachi.
Sometime into the play, the musical number commenced and a child behind the set
began playing the grand piano.
Daisuke was attired in a white, loose-fitting poet's shirt, dark trousers and
shin-high boots, as he waltzed about through the set scenery and sheathed his
fake sword, his long, midnight hair slicked into an elegant ponytail above his
neck and the small, thin hairs of his hairline defining his fine, ambiguous
features.
"Hello!," A little girl village on stage chimed off.
Daisuke interlaced his hands behind his back and began to sing richly, his
cheeks rosy and facial expressions in tune with the emotions of the song. "I
opened the window and whispered quietly!,"
"How are you?," Another girl dressed as a bread peddler hummed softly.
"Noone's here, I'm alone in my room!," Daisuke harmonized fluently, turning to
the audience.
"Morning!,"
The audience found themselves rocking to the beat and that's when the children
broke into their dance number, making the story even more adorable then it
already was, Daisuke now dancing in front of all the rest of the cast, belting
a beautiful melody.
"By now, the phrase is a habit, 'Oh well.' On their own, the words from
yesterday pass through my head, 'I don't expect anything out of you at this
point.' Well, I guess it's not as though I expect anything out of myself,
either. But still, why would you even say something like that?," Daisuke's
smile was faint when he met the gazes of his father, Naruto, his uncle and
Menma in the audience.
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Daisuke strolled joyously down one of the many corridors in the school building
after the play had come to an end, holding both Naruto and Sasuke's hand. "Tell
me how good I was again, Daddy," He said with a grin, looking up at his father.
Sasuke proudly smirked down at him. "Your performance was phenomenal, Daisuke.
The best I've ever seen. Emmy deserving even."
Blushing, Daisuke giggled, basking in the praise. "You're darn right I was that
good! I was so nervous up there I thought I was going to puke once it was
over."
"Really? I sure as hell couldn't tell," Naruto muttered, chuckling and Daisuke
turned to him. "You looked so comfortable up there and you were amazing. Better
than Romeo himself, Dai'." He showed him an applauding smile.
Daisuke laughed haughtily, his father's infamous smirk recreating itself on his
face. "Why thank you, Naru-chan."
As they walked, they greeted the familiar teachers they passed and Daisuke
stopped every now and then when he spotted one of his classmates, engaging in
small-talk them. It was during those times that Sasuke and Naruto silently
looked each up and down in a childish mock of 'disgust' since Daisuke wasn't
aware of the tension between them and how badly they want to be nowhere near
each other. Or so it seemed he wasn't aware that.
When they started walking, again, after Daisuke had finished a conversation he
was having with one of his friends, he took a glance at his father and then
looked over at Naruto. He was one hundred and ten percent aware of the chill
radiating off of the two adults.
"Daddy, are you and Naru-chan fighting again?"
Sasuke tensed, surprised. "What? No, Daisuke. What would make you think that?"
Daisuke shrugged his shoulders, staring up at Sasuke knowingly. "I can just
feel it, that you're angry with each other."
Naruto swallowed and licked over his dry lips. How could he feel it? Was the
tension between him and Sasuke that thick? Damn it, he had hoped he wouldn't
notice.
"I guess it would only be natural for you to notice," Sasuke forced a light-
hearted chuckle, giving the child's hand a reassuring squeeze. "Naruto and I
are simply having a disagreement, Daisuke."
His brown eyes narrowing, Daisuke turned his head to look at the Uzumaki on the
other side of him, doubtful. "Naru-chan?"
But Naruto flashed him a wide grin, appearing reassuring as well. "...Yeah,
we're not fighting or anything like that, Dai'."
Daisuke's cheeks puffed out. "But-"
"Daisuke, you don't have to worry about us," Sasuke stated, stopping his son
from going any further and the small Uchiha was quiet, his mouth tilting in
uncertainty. "Today was your debut, and I'm sure Itachi can't wait to tell you
how proud you made him with your performance."
"Are- ..Are you sure you guys aren't fighting?" Daisuke asked more firmly that
time.
"Yes, Daisuke," Naruto replied, his tone solid and face feigning 'honest' glee.
"Sasuke and I are absolutely not mad at each other today, hehe!"
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"Hn, I'll take one," Itachi said, lifting his gaze off of the pastries and
looking the child in the face.
The small boy managing the pastry stall smiled big, his expression gleaming
brightly at the man. "Really, Onii-sama?!" He exclaimed, a flush arising on his
cheeks. Someone actually wanted to buy one of his treats? And even after his
big brother told him his stall would do terribly?
Itachi nodded. "Yes. They look tasty."
The child's smile grew bigger, if that was even possible. The boy was beaming
from ear to ear after receiving such a compliment and wasted no time in handing
the long-haired man one of his homemade treats. He couldn't help but think that
the man looked familiar. He felt like he had seen him on TV or in a magazine.
"T-Thank you very much, Onii-sama!" He bowed his head in gratitude.
Itachi strolled away and unwrapped the treat before bringing the stick of
glazed dango to his parting lips and taking a ball of the dessert into his
mouth.
Menma's cheeks reddened slightly as he eyed the Uchiha from where he stood a
few feet ahead of him. "Well wasn't that damn nice of you," He teased with a
smile on his face, Itachi walking up beside him and the two of them starting on
their stroll through the courtyard of the school once again. "He called you
'Onii-sama', maybe you're not as cold as I've heard." He joked, laughing.
Itachi was indifferent, watching the bustle of mingling of students, families
and visitors under the pale-blue sky, raining confetti and swaying of balloons.
"And who was it that told you I was cold?" He asked.
Menma snickered, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. "Why? So you can
have them assassinated for warning me?"
Itachi turned his head, his eyebrow twitching in annoyance and Menma slipped a
hand out of his jacket pocket, waving him off. "Oh don't look so serious. It
was a joke, Itachi. Nobody told me that. It's just.. before now, that's how you
appeared to me," He admitted with a shrug of his shoulders. "You're very
intimidating-looking to someone who doesn't know you that well. But now, you
look nothing like that to me anymore."
Itachi blinked, hearing that. Was that why Menma had always eyed him like that
in the past? He had always figured the Uzumaki simply hadn't liked him when he
would meet that stink-face the teenager would give him. Of course he had come
to realize that Menma couldn't help that expression. It was just his normal
look. ...But, right now, why did he feel somewhat relieved?
He swallowed the dessert in his mouth and then parted his lips to say
something, but that was when a very dear voice called out to him. He and Menma
stopped, turning around and Daisuke was running at them at full-speed.
Daisuke grinned, bolting for his uncle and Menma.
Sasuke and Naruto were straggling some feet behind him, bickering amongst each
other in whispers.
Itachi smiled, opening his arms wide, still holding his stick of dango and
awaiting to be glomped by his beloved nephew.
However, to his disbelief, Daisuke flew right passed him and jumped into
Menma's arms.
"Onii-chan! I missed you, I'm so glad you came!" Daisuke beamed, Menma hoisting
him up in his embrace.
Itachi, dumbfounded, lowered his arms, incredulity.
"Of course I did, Daisuke," He playfully rubbed the knuckles of his fist
against the boy's head, red appearing on the small Uchiha's face. "And I must
say you were great on stage. So so cu-te!" Menma chirped, getting a gleeful
laugh out of Daisuke.
"I feel so betrayed." Itachi stated, taking another ball of dango into his
mouth and trying not to appear sulking.
Naruto stormed away from Sasuke when his cell phone started ringing and Sasuke
snorted, glaring at the blonde.
Naruto answered the call, standing off to the side.
Trying to distract himself from the stress of dealing with Naruto's
temperament, Sasuke walked over to Itachi and Menma, lifting an eyebrow at the
teenage Uzumaki. "Hn. Surprised you attended, Menma."
Itachi chewed, his eyes narrowed on Menma. How could Daisuke neglect him in
this manner?
"And why is it a surprise, Sasuke?" Menma scoffed, the boy in his arms
snuggling closer to him. "I come see Daisuke whenever I have the time. I
happened to.. miss school today."
Sasuke wore an amused smirk, giving a shake of his head. "It is remarkable that
you haven't been expelled yet." He was humored by the the scowl shot at him,
although he couldn't help but overhear Naruto's conversation.
"What do you mean he got you sick, Utakata? So the crackhead just sneezed in
your face, like 'Achoo!' no cover at all? ... That's wild crazy. …Do you want
me to come over? I'm free in a little bit."
"No. I'll be fine, just enjoy your day.. I would hate for you to catch it."
Naruto blushed slightly, although was getting this odd feeling in his gut. "Are
you sure..? ...Okay, feel better. And make sure you put a cold-pack on your
forehead for your fever and take some cough medicine." He instructed firmly and
Utakata chuckled, assuring him that he knew how to take care of himself when he
was sick just fine. Naruto sighed out, ending the call and turned his head to
find Sasuke glaring over at him from where he stood near Menma, once again.
"What, teme?" He clipped as he strolled over to them, pissed off.
Sasuke shrugged his shoulder, indifferent. "Hn. Nothing. Just think your
boyfriend's clingy."
"Oh shut up, Sasuke! Clingy? You wanna talk about clingy?! Do you know how
clingy you are!"
Itachi and Menma eyed the two, fed up with the argument already.
Daisuke saw some of his friends and asked Menma to free him and Menma let him
jump down before the boy took off.
"I'm unbearably clingy?!" Sasuke frowned, seething. "I have never been clingy,
usuratonkachi!"
Naruto huffed out a laugh of utter disbelief, his blue eyes flying wide at
Sasuke. "Bastard, you've been clingy since we were children! We only stopped
sleeping in the same bed as each other three years ago because you can't get to
sleep without me next to you, or did you forget? Even when you were in
relationships, you always found a way to get me to come over when you were
alone because you wanted to sleep together."
Sasuke's lips tightened, his face going red.
Naruto glared, even though he thought Sasuke looked absolutely cute with that
look on his face right now. He had definitely embarrassed him just now.
"Now, now," Itachi sighed, stepping between his little brother and Naruto. This
was the normal for Sasuke and Naruto, but he sensed that there was something
more going on here. "That's enough, the both of you." He reprimanded, putting a
hand on Naruto's shoulder in order to calm him. "I'm sure you would both
embarrass yourselves if people begin to notice this childish spat going on
right now."
Pouting, Naruto began to blush as well. "B-But, Itachi, he's being a complete
asshole towards me. He has been all day!" He whined, throwing his arms around
the older Uchiha. "He's clingy, isn't he? Tell him, big bear!"
Menma turned his head, stifling a laugh. It always made him laugh when Naruto
called Itachi 'big bear.' It was so fitting, but... oddly fitting.
Itachi threaded his fingers through blonde locks and looked over at his little
brother, simply. "I'm afraid you are quite clingy, Sasuke."
His jaw clenched in frustration, Sasuke gritted through his teeth, "Of course
you're taking his side, Itachi. Only because the moron gave you those
irresistible puppy-dog eyes of his."
A wrinkle appeared above Naruto's nose as he scowled at Sasuke.
"You know what?" Menma spoke, a sly smile spreading across his lips as he
storde over to Sasuke and the three adults eyed him, confusedly. "I have to
agree with Sasuke. You're being a complete dick towards him, Naru-nii." He
glared half-heartedly at the blonde, wrapping his arms around Sasuke's in
declaration.
A comical snort left Itachi and Naruto's mouth dropped open. "M-Menma, you
can't take his side! And did you call me a dick?!"
Sasuke smirked wide, triumph gleaming in his eyes. "Hn."
Menma gazed up at Sasuke's face, all giddy and smiley because of how
unbelievably fine the man was.
Naruto flashed Sasuke a phony grin. "I hope you're aware that the only reason
Menma's siding with you is because he has a stupid crush on you."
Sasuke lowered his eyebrows, leveling Naruto a stare. "I hope you're aware that
Itachi's only siding with you because he thinks you have a nice ass."
It fell silent between them all, the sound of the tension between Naruto and
Sasuke now clashing like two ninjas in battle reverberating.
Menma then released Sasuke and crossed his arms over his chest, unabashed.
"And? So what if I have a crush on him."
Itachi raised an admonishing finger. "I would like a to attest that it couldn't
be further from the truth that I'm siding with Naruto-kun simply because of his
ass, even if it is quite nice."
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After that argument, Naruto stormed off, dragging Menma along with him and
Itachi stayed with Sasuke for the rest of their time there. By the time they
all met again once the festival had ended; it became quite evident to Daisuke
that his father and Naruto were definitely in the middle of a fight.
Daisuke stared at Sasuke as the man buckled him into the back seat of the car,
but his father hadn't noticed. He raised his head, turning to look out the
window and saw Naruto getting into his car that was parked across the street.
He looked like his day had been horrible and that made him feel kind of bad.
Maybe he should have asked Naruto if he was okay at some point during the day.
.."Daddy, can you give Naru-chan a kiss for me?"
Sasuke looked to his son's saddened voice, his eyes widening at the gloomy
expression on the boy's face. "Hey, what's wrong?" He asked tenderly, putting a
hand on Daisuke's head. He hated that look more than anything.
Daisuke spoke quietly. "Naru-chan's sad, Daddy. ...He's sad because you're
fighting with him."
"Listen, Daisuke-"
"Grandma says that when you have a fight with someone dear to you you shouldn't
stay mad at them for too long because it'll make things worse. She says you
should make-up, no matter what." Daisuke voiced strongly, his cheeks puffing
out and eyes hardened.
Sasuke felt somewhat guilty being given that look. The fight was his fault, and
he hadn't actually wanted to admit that, but he was making things worse between
him and Naruto. He breathed out and then leaned in, kissing Daisuke on the
forehead. "Alright," He complied, leaning away and showing him a slight smile.
"I'll be right back." He leaned out of the car and shut the car door, Daisuke
giving him a thumb's up.
He rounded the back of the car and Naruto hadn't pulled off yet. Actually, he
was sitting in the car with the door open and scrubbing his hands over his
face. He seemed tired, and of course, stressed. And he hated that that had been
because of him.
"Dobe," He called out, crossing the street and approaching the car.
Silent, Naruto picked his face up out of his hands and turned to Sasuke's
voice.
Sasuke leaned his arm on the roof of the car, staring down at the Uzumaki, not
sure if Naruto was pretending not to see him, again. "Naruto."
"What the hell do you want, you asshole?" He weakly grumbled out, still not
looking him in the face.
Sasuke sighed, deciding to squat by the door so he could properly look Naruto
in the face. "I'm sorry."
Naruto let out a humorless laugh, rolling his eyes. "No you're not."
"Yes I am, Naruto," He expressed tightly, finally getting blue eyes to look him
in the face. They seemed so dim, and all because of him. "I'm sorry about
everything, about this morning and all of today. You didn't deserve that. I
told you that I love you, but I fucked up, again," He rubbed at the back of his
neck, suddenly feeling nervous. "When I kissed you and told you that I love
you, I was serious. But then, you turned me down, and I tried to make myself
feel better, which was a piece of shit thing for me to do. She didn't make me
feel better at all. If anything she made me feel worse because all I can think
about is Uzumaki Naruto."
Naruto felt like hot steam was shooting out of his ears, his entire face
burning a dark red. "You.., bastard. ...You're very confusing." He murmured,
running his fingers through his hair.
Sasuke stood, a light fluster gathering on his face as well. "Hn, I'm very
confusing? ..Well, when you've decided you want me, I'll gladly give you an
explanation, but until then," He went forward, leaning into the car and then
spotted the faint smile on Naruto's face. He chuckled, pressing his lips to
Naruto's forehead and the Uzumaki let out a shuddery breath. "Get home safe,
dobe," He said against his skin before he leaned out of the car.
His heart throbbing hard and fast, Naruto looked up at the raven. "Sasuke..."
"That's from Daisuke," Sasuke smiled, giving a slight wave of his hand and then
strode off back towards his car.
Naruto was quiet, left breathless. 'God, I swear he's driving me insane...'
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Naruto had made a quick stop at the store that night and was now jogging up the
steps of Utakata's place. Yes, Utakata ensured him he would be fine, but Naruto
just couldn't leave him suffering. He didn't feel right not taking care of the
poor guy when he was sick. He rang the doorbell, the breath leaving his mouth
and colliding with the cold appearing like smoke. It was chilly.
He shivered when he heard Utakata's voice nearing the door and then the door
came open, Utakata standing there in a simple pair of briefs, his hair mussed
and complexion a bit flushed. He definitely looked feverish, but what was with
his expression.
His golden gaze wide, Utakata nervously grabbed onto the door, so it wouldn't
be open so wide. "Oh, N-Naruto, ... W-What are you doing here, babe?"
Naruto titling his head at his boyfriend's tone, his expression furrowed. "Why
are you being weird? I mean, you told me you were sick, so of course you
should've figured I would come by. I even brought you some of your favorite
soup," He raised the bag in his hand, grinning. "But you don't sound as sick as
you did on the phone." He looked the man up and down, wondering why he was
still looking like he was. And why he hadn't exactly let him in the house yet.
"What? Did you lie to get a day off or something?"
"What? N-No-"
"Utakata-san, who's at the door?"
Naruto's eyebrow rose as he looked passed his boyfriend and to the voice he
heard come inside the house and there, in the entry way, wearing one of
Utakata's t-shirts and clearly naked under the piece of clothing, was a young
woman. Her appearance looked just as disheveled and flushed as Utakata's.
Naruto felt his face darken as he calmly tried to register the situation and
Utakata looked like he just shit out his internal organs.
Obviously, he had interrupted something.
***** Act 1 Finale: The Night Sky Dropped Them *****
Chapter Notes
     Took a while to re-write this chapter...
Author's note: Nope. Not dead. Just been... busy. *sigh*
                    "Just like nicotine, heroin, morphine
                 Suddenly, I'm a fiend and you're all I need
                     All I need, yeah, you're all I need.
                                It's you, babe
                         And I'm a sucker for the way
                             that you move, babe
                           And I could try to run,
                   but it would be useless. You're to blame
              Just one hit of you, I knew I'll never be the same
                 It's you, babe, and I'm a sucker for the way
                             that you move, babe
               And I could try to run, but it would be useless
      You're to blame" ( - Never Be the Same. Camila Cabello. /SasuNaru.)
Warning: Coarse language.
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He felt his heart drumming off like crazy as he allowed his brain process what
it was that he was witnessing. Today had been stressful and he had thought
maybe spending some time with Utakata would relax him a bit and at least take
his mind off of Sasuke. However, clearly God had decided to test him tonight
and see just how well he paid attention in those anger management classes he
had been put in when he was younger.
Utakata was tense, wearing a dumbfounded expression.
Naruto bit at the inside of his cheek and balled his hand into a fist, knowing
full well he was going to fail the Lord's test because Utakata had him all the
way fucked up.
"Uh, N-Naruto," Utakata finally decided to speak, but he felt like there was a
lump in his throat and that was making it kind of difficult to talk properly.
"This.. um.. This isn't what it looks like. I was just having some.. company
over and she's a good friend of mine-"
"You got it from someone else." Naruto simply stated before beginning to laugh,
the hysterical sound of it causing Utakata to look alarmed. "You wanted it this
bad, my dude? That's so funny because... Wow. I wasted so much time on someone
like you," He ran his fingers through his hair, breathing out, hollowly. "...Is
it weird that I'm not even heart-broken over this? I mean, you went and fucked
some whore, which I hope was worth it, but G-God, I'm… so stupid." Shaking his
head, he laughed harder at the sight of the woman.
"W-Whore?!" The young woman in Utakata's home gawked from where she stood, a
furious red spreading across her face. "Well, isn't that sad? That some 'whore'
could take what's yours.. maybe if you would've been satisfying his needs
properly this wouldn't have happen." She said, showing him a sweet smile.
Utakata's eyes went big and his face paled. He wanted to tell her to shut the
up, to not talk to Naruto that way, but did he even have the right to do that?
Naruto's cutting voice drew him out of his own head, making him regret all of
this. Naruto hadn't deserved this.
"Listen, bitch, you really don't wanna test me right now. There's been many
times in my life when I've wanted to slap hoes like yourself, so be very lucky
you don't have a penis between your legs because if you did, I would come over
there and smack the shit out of you right now."
"H-Hoe?" The woman burned redder, out of embarrassment. "You know what? Why
don't you leave? Clearly you're not needed anymore since I've taken care of
your man's problem for you-"
"Oh shut the fuck up, you goofy ass bitch! He was fucking you while thinking
about me, so don't feel so fuckin' proud of yourself!" He yelled, blue eyes
ablaze with a wrath he hadn't experienced in a while. He had never threatened a
woman in his life, but he was sick of everyone and their bullshit!
Utakata stepped into Naruto's view of the woman, the Uzumaki's dangerous glare
that pinned him unsettling. He had never seen this side of Naruto before and it
was kind of nerve-wracking. He swallowed, building up the nerve to handle the
situation. "Naruto, I can explain. Just… lets talk, alright?" He insisted
gingerly, stepping out of the house and shutting the door behind himself, even
though the night air was freezing against his bare skin. "Look, it's not like
that-"
"Really? That's the best you could fuckin' do, Utakata?" He scoffed, his brow
crinkling, but Utakata said nothing, which made him look even more like the
dumb ass that he was. Naruto went quiet and looked off to his right.
Utakata bit down on his lower lip. He knew better than to say anything in that
moment. Naruto would probably kill him if he did.
Naruto parted his lips and finally spoke, putting his eyes back on his
boyfriend. "I feel like since this is what you're out here doing, I might as
well come clean too," Utakata's eyes began to widen at that. "I kissed Sasuke.
..I mean, I felt guilty about it, but I did. I think the difference between you
and I though is that I actually thought of you afterwards, thought about not
wanting to hurt you." Horribly so, he took pleasure in the mixture of hurt and
anger that claimed the brunette's face.
"You.. You kissed Uchiha?"
His nostrils flaring, Naruto slapped Utakata hard across the face, the
revolting combination of hurt, anger, betrayal and worthlessness that had been
boiling up inside exploding right there and then. "Yeah, I did! But like hell
you have the right to sound like that when I meant nothing you, you fucking
douche bag!"
Utakata licked at the corner of his now busted lip and watched blue eyes
glisten. So, he was right about Sasuke and Naruto? Like hell he ever believed
they were simply friends. ...He fucking knew it, but it still hurt. More than
anything.
Wiping away the tears arising in his eyes with his sleeve, Naruto smiled
weakly, but genuinely. "...I love Sasuke."
Utakata's stomach dropped.
Naruto brought his hand to cover his eyes, feeling the tears he wiped
reforming, and once they did, they trickled along his cheeks. "I was trying to
get over him. I wanted to find someone for myself and stop being so pathetic
over feelings that would always go unnoticed, and for a while, I thought that I
was slowly getting there. But, maybe I was lying to myself, maybe I was using
you too," He bit down on his bottom lip, disappointed and sickened with
himself. "I'm s-so stupid. ..I-I knew I'd never be able to forget about how
much I love him, but I still tried. And you know what I've realized? No matter
if it had been six months, or even a year, I still wouldn't have loved you."
Utakata was startled by the pain in his chest. It felt like loss, like he was
losing something very precious and there was no way for him to get it back.
"Naruto, please let me explain!" His voice broke out in desperation as he
reached out to the Uzumaki, but he couldn't touch him.
Sniffling, Naruto quickly wiped away his tears and then dropped his hand from
his eyes. "No, you don't need to explain anything. Just... take your damn
soup," He went into the bag he had and took out the warm container, Utakata
eying him confusion and what looked to be surprised. Yeah, he was probably
starving for some dinner with all the steam he worked off. Piece of shit. "It's
still kind of warm ya know," He mentioned, taking the lid off and trembling
with rage, he lifted the container above the man before Utakata could register
what was about to happen and dumped all of the soup onto his ex-boyfriend's
head.
The soup soaking his hair and dripping along his face causing him to shiver
against the cold weather, Utakata said nothing. Only when Naruto smashed the
plastic container on his head did he look the blonde directly in the face and
the darkened expression on Naruto's face was as chilling as the weather.
"You're a piece of shit and I never want to see you ever again," Naruto threw
the bag down at his feet before turning around, about to start on his way down
the steps, but then he remembered. "Oh, right," He turned back around and
walked right up to Utakata, taking him by the shoulders and the police officer
wore another look of confusion. How could he leave without giving him a parting
gift? He raised his leg and kneed Utakata right in the groin, a strangled grunt
coughing up from the man's throat.
"F-Fuck!" Utakata gritted out through his clenched teeth, falling to his knees
and cupping himself in agony. "Damn it, Naruto-" What landed in front of him
left him unable to say anything else. It was the bracelet he had given to
Naruto.
"Have a nice life, asshole!" Naruto shouted, heading down the steps.
That was that. They were done. Storming toward his car, warm tears roll down
his cheeks. It was over and he should be satisfied about their departure, but
why did it still hurt so badly? It wasn't hurt over a break up. It was the
worthless kind of hurt that was all too familiar to him.
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Daisuke breathed smoky puffs into frosty, night air, swinging back and forth a
little on the swing in the park.
"Here, this will keep you warm," Sasuke approached his son with two cups of tea
he got from the vending machine and held it out to the little Uchiha.
Daisuke smiled up at the man, his cheeks rosy and took it. "Thank you!" He
sniffed the soothing aroma, smoke rising from the hot liquid and then his
father reached down, pulling the zipper of the coat he wore higher.
"Can't have you catching a cold, now can we, baby boy? I'm pretty sure I told
you to grab your scarf if you wanted to come out to the park, Daisuke." Sasuke
threw him a chiding look and Daisuke pouted in response.
"...I forgot, Daddy," He muttered apologetically and his father sighed, taking
a seat on the swing next to him. Daisuke raised the cup to his lips and blew at
it before taking a sip, appreciating the taste. "It's good!" He gleamed,
lowering the cup and licking at his mouth. Green tea.
Sasuke decided to take sip as well, putting his free hand into the pocket of
his trench coat. He nodded in agreement, the tea both working to him warm him
and soothe his taste buds. A smile curving onto his face, he found this to be
quite nice. At first, he found the idea of Daisuke wanting to hang out at the
park so late in the freezing night to sound uncomfortable, but the kid had
probably wanted to relax after such a busy day, so he couldn't find it in his
heart to deny him this.
He tipped his head back, his dark eyes glistening against the cold weather as
stared up at the sky. He and Naruto used to do this as kids, just watch the
stars at night, especially since the mansion was damn near on the outskirts of
the city and they had been able to see them so well. He was surprised he could
see some right now. "Look, Daisuke. The stars are out," He said, taking his
hand out of his coat to point up at the twinkling, dark canopy of stars above
them.
"Woooow!" Daisuke awed, smiling wide at the sight. In the city, he never saw
this many stars out, but tonight there were so many. "It looks so pretty! Ah,
look, at that one, Daddy! ..You see the biggest star?"
His eyebrow rising, Sasuke nodded. "Mm."
"Well, that one's you!"
He breathed a chuckle at that, eying the huge, bright star. "Really?" That
might just be a helicopter.
"Uh-huh, and those two there and there are Naru-chan and I, right beside you,"
He hummed, gazing up at them peacefully. He couldn't help but pray that all
three of them would be together forever and ever. His joyous expression
faltered when he started thinking to himself about other things and said
nothing else.
Sasuke looked over, picking on his son's change of mood. "What's the matter,
Daisuke?" He asked, concerned.
"..Y-You're," Daisuke dropped his gaze from the sky and looked at his father.
"You're not going to get another girlfriend, are you, Daddy?"
Sasuke made a small sound of understanding and then sighed, giving a shake of
his head. "No," He replied with a certainty that made Daisuke grin in relief.
He felt kind of shitty about that. "I'm sorry, Daisuke.. that I put you through
situations that were very unpleasant," He voiced honestly. He was man enough to
admit that. "I know you didn't like the women I chose every much and I've been
thinking that maybe I should have taken that into consideration."
"Nah, it's okay, Daddy. It doesn't really bother me anymore. I'm glad you won't
get another girlfriend because I get pretty jealous, you know?" He confessed
and his father blinked at him.
Sudden realization settling in his wide gaze, Sasuke felt this pain in his
chest and the guilt arose in his voice. "Why would you ever feel jealous of
them, Daisuke?" His son had been jealous of those women? Of women that didn't
mean anywhere near as much as Daisuke did to him. Nobody would ever come before
Daisuke. His own blood. His child. His... everything. He would never want
Daisuke to feel like anyone came before him or meant more than he did to him.
What kind of father was he? How could he make his own child feel...?
"I.. I don't know. I guess I just don't like sharing Daddy with rotten women,"
Daisuke grumbled, bringing his cup of tea to his lips.
"Daisuke, you don't ever need to feel jealous of anyone I'm with," Sasuke
reached over, settling his hand on top of Daisuke's head, the boy's cheeks
warming. "I love you more than anything and anyone in this world. You're what
matters most and that will never change, no matter who I'm with. You
understand? So don't ever feel or think that I love you any less because I'm in
a relationship with someone. You will always be my number one," He assured him
tightly, angry with himself.
Daisuke showed him a small smile and nodded.
Sasuke bit at the inside of his lip, watching those big, brown eyes tear up.
How couldn't he have noticed that he made Daisuke feel that way? "...Sorry."
His eyebrows drawing in, Daisuke stared at him in confusion. "For what, Daddy?"
"That I made you feel that way. I would never want you to think that I don't
love you as much as I say I do. You come before and above everybody. But, the
fact that I made you feel otherwise.. I'm sorry for that, Daisuke. ...I know
how you feel about not having your mother around and I feel like I've made you
feel worse about that. I'm sorry. No matter how many times I say 'sorry' I
can't make up for it."
Daisuke swallowed, his eyes wavering. He didn't want his father to feel like he
was doing a bad job at all. "I-It's okay, really. I think you're the best
father I could've ever asked for, and.. I have Naru-chan too, so it doesn't
hurt as much!" He flashed him a reassuring grin. "Naru-chan said, I shouldn't
feel sorry for myself about my mother not being around. That's her loss because
I'm a pretty awesome kid, hehe!"
His jaw tight, Sasuke patted him on the head. "Yes, the most awesome and
beautiful child a parent could have. You're strong too, you know that, Daisuke?
You even keep me strong. I love you very much."
"I love you too, Daddy," He replied with glee, putting his cup out to his
father and Sasuke smiled, clanking his cup against his. "Cheers!"
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Sasuke stood at the sink later that night with a soapy dish in his hands. His
mind dwelled on what Daisuke had said earlier. "That's her loss." And he said
it with that saddened smile on his lips, like it was something he finally just
accepted.
Frowning darkly, Sasuke reached for the rag and scrubbed the dish one last time
before rinsing it and setting the plate in the dish-rack to dry. It didn't sit
right with him, what Daisuke said. It would never sit right with him, and
honestly it only made him hate the boy's mother even more. It hurt more than
anything that he couldn't have given his son the mother he deserved. He dropped
the rag in the sink and turned off the sink and then flicked he water and suds
from his hands. Those words – "that's her loss" He vaguely remembered Naruto
saying them and now he had passed them down to Daisuke. It made him feel like
he would never really understand what Naruto went through as a child. And that
he would never understand Daisuke.
He sure as hell didn't know how to comfort the boy on the matter, which was
pretty shitty of him. He was his father. He was supposed to protect him from
ever being hurt, whether that be physically or emotionally and yet he wasn't
doing that great of a job.
He turned around, leaning his back against the sink and tilted his head back,
eying the ceiling. He probably would never understand what Naruto and Daisuke
were going through, and that, he hated. Naruto was always aching as a child,
watching him with his own family and never having one of his own. But he
assumed that since eventually his family became like family to Naruto too, he
would be okay. However, nothing could ever replace the feelings of wanting your
own parents and blood at your side. He ran his wet fingers through his hair,
his thoughts stressing him out. Naruto understood Daisuke. And it made their
bond stronger. But he wanted to heal the both of them. He desired to make
everything okay for them. For them to not feel that pain anymore.
The ring of the doorbell interrupted his thoughts and his head jerk in that
direction, his eyebrow rising strangely. Who the hell was that at this time of
night? He wasn't expecting anyone. He walked out of the kitchen and over to the
door, pressing his hand on the door and glancing through the peep-hole. His
eyes then widened. What was Naruto doing here? He hadn't called to tell him he
was coming by or anything either. He guessed he would be with Utakata tonight.
He glared bitterly at the mental image of Naruto taking care of that fool in
his sick state. He opened the door and right away noticed Naruto's glum
expression and darkened blue gaze. "Naruto, what are you doing here? You didn't
tell me you were coming by tonight." He said, letting him in and the blonde
rubbed the back of his sheepishly.
"Yeah. I know. Sorry. Were you about to head to sleep?" He mumbled, silently
bending down to take off his shoes at the entrance.
"…No." Sasuke eyed him considerably. "Hn. Did something happen with Saiken?"
His voice held a grimace of acidic irritation.
Naruto's shoulders tensed at the inquiry and he stopped what he was doing
momentarily. Shit, did he not hide it well enough? He bit his lower lip,
desperately trying to swallow his tears. He took off his other shoe and tossed
it on the floor, his hair covering his eyes.
Sasuke sensed that maybe he had been right on the mark and stayed quiet. Naruto
seemed to already be one edge and he didn't want to agitate him if something
really had happened between them.
Naruto silently walked into the living. He still couldn't believe what happened
tonight. How could Utakata do this to him? What had he done to deserve it? He
hadn't notice he was pacing angrily until his fingers were digging into his
hair and gripping the locks painfully tight. "Why... How could he..." He
quietly mumbled to himself in disbelief. This couldn't have really happened to
him, could it? "That fucking asshole seriously did this to me?" He gritted out
brutally, the pain and hurt gradually building in his eyes.
Sasuke watched Naruto intently, his eyebrow rising in concern. "Naruto?" He
went over to him and grabbed the Uzumaki's shoulders, stopping his furious
pacing. And when Naruto's eyes met his, his expression seemed so shaken and his
eyes, those blue eyes that were usually so bright, looked broken, filled with
nothing but pain. "What happened, Naruto?" He asked, his tone hardened and
demanding yet giving off his worry.
"Utakata..," Naruto stared him directly in the eyes. "He cheated on me." He
simply told him, looking as if he couldn't even believe it himself, even after
what he saw.
"What?" Sasuke blinked.
Naruto shakily messed at his hair, swallowing thickly. "You know how e-earlier
he told me he was sick? Yeah, so t-tonight I went over there t-to make sure he
was okay and he- that fuckin' dirt bag–" Naruto couldn't help his sputtering as
tears began to flow from his eyes and Sasuke's eyes were wide in appalment. Now
that he was here, in front of Sasuke, the person that made him feel so safe, he
couldn't fight completely breaking down in front him, because he knew he could.
Sasuke felt his anger beginning to rise at the thought of what Utakata had done
to Naruto tonight and that Naruto had, had to go through it alone, but it
diminished when Naruto buried his face in his shirt and cried into him. His jaw
clenched, Sasuke protectively wrapped his arms around his best friend. Naruto
wasn't one to cry easily. Someone really had to hurt him for them to get tears
out of him.
"W-Why would he do that to me? Why did I d-deserve that?" Naruto questioned
painfully, his lips trembling as he cried. No. He knew why, but it still hurt.
"You didn't deserve that, Naruto." Sasuke stated tightly, his arms tense around
the blonde. He wanted to beat the fuck out of Utakata. Of course he hadn't
wanted him and Naruto together, but he didn't want Naruto hurting like this. He
would never wish for that.
Naruto lifted his face up from the Uchiha's shirt, his eyes reddened and an
upset flushed riding along his cheekbones. "N-No, I did deserve it," He watched
the raw confusion arise in Sasuke's dark gaze and more tears fell from his
eyes, rolling down his cheeks and onto to his lips. "Because of what we did.
Because we k-kissed, I did deserve it. Because I couldn't stop loving you,
because I couldn't forget what made me love you, I deserved all of it," He
sobbed heavily. He thought he was doing well. He had been trying to give
himself to someone else, and yet... He lowered his head, biting down on his
bottom lip.
Sasuke didn't know what to say, but Naruto's voice painful to hear. He had
never heard Naruto sound vindictive toward himself. He was blaming himself for
that shithead cheating on him when he hadn't done anything wrong. "Naruto..."
Sasuke could feel Naruto's hurt through the crying. It sounded so broken.
Naruto closed his eyes, covering his them with his hands and a stuttering sob
left him. He hadn't been in love with Utakata, but he couldn't deal with the
feeling of being 'thrown away.' Why did everyone 'throw him away?' "B-Because
I'm not good enough... I've never been good enough. T-That's why my own parents
left me-"
A flash of rage and realization immediately sparking in his eyes, Sasuke
harshly took Naruto's face into his hands, forcing the Uzumaki look up at him,
his glare fierce and expression hardened. "Naruto, don't you dare say that!"
Naruto sobbed, his face blotchy and eyes desperate, helpless even. Naruto was
drowning, and it was heart-wrenching for Sasuke to see. "Don't." He scolded
through his teeth, his voice pained, and Naruto squeezed his eyes shut. "You
damn idiot." Sasuke said tenderly, burying his hand into Naruto's hair and
bringing him close.
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Naruto had cried so long and hard he felt like he could feel how puffy and red
his eyes were as he stared up at the ceiling in Sasuke's bedroom. His mind was
blank, he was too tired to think about anything. He still couldn't grasp that
Utakata had done what he did tonight. He bit at his lower lip, lying beside
Sasuke on the bed.
"Do you feel a bit better, Naruto?" Sasuke eyed the Uzumaki's emotionless
expression attentively, turning on his side completely and leaning up on his
elbow and letting his hand cradle the side of his face.
Breathing in through his stuffy nose, Naruto gave a slight nod. "Uh, yeah. ..I
think so. I'm just so pissed at myself for wasting my time on that asshole." He
grumbled through his gritted teeth.
Sasuke breathed a sound of disagreement and shook his head, getting blue eyes
to turn to him. "There isn't a reason for you to be pissed at yourself, dobe.
This wasn't your fault nor something you would've expected from that..
dipshit," He sneered tightly, the frown on his face deepening at the sheer
thought of Saiken Utakata. He wanted to make him pay, to wring his damn neck.
"That ended pretty quick, huh?" Naruto lowered his gaze, a small, humorous
laugh leaving him and the glaring look on Sasuke's face dispensed.
If there was one thing that assured him Naruto was fine, it was laughter. Not
even Utakata had the power to take that away from the blonde. "Naruto," Sasuke
smiled a bit, taking Naruto by the chin and tilted his head up so that he was
looking him in the face. "Do you remember what my mother says about breakups?"
Naruto wrinkled his nose, thinking on it and then chuckled when he remembered
her words exactly. "That 'they're like stepping stones. Every one gets you one
step closer to finding your fated person'," He recited, flashing a wide grin at
the Uchiha and the light blush that he witnessed arise on pale cheekbones made
his stomach go crazy with butterflies. "You think you're my fated person then?"
"Of course it's me, Naruto," Sasuke replied, his eyebrows crinkling in almost
insult. "I love you, Naruto. I'm in love with you and you know that I would
never hurt you."
Naruto pursed his lips in skepticism, blushing.
"Well," The Uchiha quickly went onto rectify himself. "I've never intentionally
hurt you."
"Yeah, I know. Still, you would treat me far better than he did?" He tilted his
face up higher, his blue eyes inquiring. He knew that wasn't something he
needed to ask, but he was curious as to how serious Sasuke was about this.
Sasuke snorted and then chuckled, arching a brow at him. "Is that something I
even need to answer, idiot? You know me, so you should know you don't have to
question me on how I would treat you. You're mine, so you'll be treated as you
should. I don't think I need to explain what that entails, Naruto."
Naruto laughed, pinching the Uchiha's face. "Oh wow. You really love me, don't
you? That sounded convincing."
His dark gaze narrowing genuinely, Sasuke's response was solid as he took his
hand away from Naruto's chin. "I do, and I'm serious when I say that."
His face flushing a darker shade of red, Naruto hesitantly asked, "So, ..what
comes next then?"
"Showing you that, of course."
"But," Naruto started, deciding to mess with him a little. "Don't you think
it's too soon? I mean, you're not, but wouldn't you seem like a rebound? I
literally just got out of a relationship, like, a few hours ago."
The smirk that appeared on Sasuke's face was smug. "I don't think I could be
considered rebound when Saiken was merely my stand-in in the first place,"
Naruto finally outright broke into a fit of laughter, letting go of Sasuke's
face and hitting the raven in the chest playfully. "–Oh my God, it never amazes
me how full of yourself you are, teme!"
Sasuke laughed as well, the ring of Naruto's laughter contagious. "But it's
true, isn't it?"
"I am not answering that," He said, his voice trembling in laughter and pouting
slightly. "But, I guess, we can give it a shot."
Sasuke's eyebrows arose in delight. Naruto had accepted..? Naruto had accepted!
He smiled, nothing but joy gleaming in his eyes. His heart had never felt like
this before. ...
He worked to contain himself, and of course there was still apart of him that
was curious. He knew with what Utakata had pulled tonight and who Uzumaki
Naruto was, the police officer had to have faced the Uzumaki's wrath. He
threaded his fingers through blonde locks, Naruto closing his eyes and reveling
in the feeling. "What did you do to Saiken?"
"I dumped soup on his head and kneed him in the nuts," Naruto murmured with his
eyes still closed, embarrassed about having to admit that and Sasuke laughed,
massaging his scalp with the pads of his fingers. "And to think I went to that
anger management course when I was younger," He sucked his teeth, his cheeks
flushing and the Uchiha laughed harder.
Naruto may have had the foulest temper when he was younger, according to his
father and that resulted in Iruka sending him to anger management classes.
However, tonight, Naruto felt like he had kept most of his sanity and somewhat
spared Utakata.
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Daisuke rubbed at his eyes that next morning, heading for the bathroom. As he
neared the bathroom door, he heard sink water running and then opened the door
to see Naruto rinsing the suds of toothpaste from his mouth. A big smile broke
out on his face and the Uzumaki turned his head to see who had opened the door
and when he saw that it was Daisuke, he smiled back at him.
"'Morning, Daisuke."
"Good morning, Naru-chan!" He greeted brightly in return before taking off down
the hall and hopping his way down the staircase.
He ran into the kitchen, finding his father setting a plate of still sizzling
bacon down in the center of the table. Daisuke inwardly laughed, walking over
to the table. Breakfast was about the only meal his father could cook,
considering it was nothing to heat up some pre-cooked bacon and sausage.
Hopefully, Naruto would be coming down to cook up some pancakes or waffles.
"Morning, Daddy," Daisuke said, pulling out a chair from the table and taking a
seat.
"Good morning, Daisuke," Sasuke turned around and went to grab the serving bowl
full of scrambled eggs. "Sleep well?" He asked, bringing the bowl over to the
table and setting it beside the plate of bacon.
Daisuke nodded, reaching for a strip of bacon and hummed when he felt that it
was not so hot to the point that it burned him, but warm. "When did Naru-chan
get here?" He asked, taking a bite of the bacon.
"Last night." Sasuke idly answered, going over and taking out the frozen
pancakes he heated up in the oven.
His brown eyes going wide, Daisuke chewed with a pout. "Why didn't you wake
me?"
Sasuke smirked slightly, humored, and set the tray of pancakes down on the
stove top before slipping off the oven mitts. "You should know that at some
point during the night Naruto tried to wake you, but you insisted on snoring
away," He told him with a chuckle, walking over to the table and Daisuke huffed
in annoyance, most likely at himself.
Sasuke raised an eyebrow at the boy, eying his messy hair, strands standing up
and out of place on his head, and his sleep ridden face, the Toy Story pajama
shirt almost slipping off Daisuke's shoulder. "Dai', did you brush your teeth
and wash your face before coming down here?"
Daisuke shook his head, taking another bite of bacon.
"And you don't think that's even slightly disgusting?"
"Nope," Daisuke murmured, looking his father face in the face and the man
showed him a reprimanding expression. He shrugged, his eyes wandering over to
the pancakes cooling on the stove-top and frowned his face up. "I wanted Naru-
chan to make some pancakes, Daddy! Those aren't real ones!" He whined, pointing
to the pancakes on the stove with the bacon in his hand.
"Hn," Sasuke wasn't pleased to hear how demanding his son was. Where did
Daisuke get the idea that Naruto was his personal chef? "Is he obligated to
make you breakfast, Daisuke?"
"...No. B-But-"
"Eat." Sasuke gave him a stern look before returning over to the stove and
grabbing the spatula, so he could pile the pancakes onto one plate.
"I'm hungry," Naruto came into the kitchen, stretching his arms up above his
head and still wearing what Sasuke gave him to sleep in last night. A pair of
pajama pants, that were kind of baggy on him and a white t-shirt.
Sasuke turned his head and watched Naruto pull out a chair from the table and
take a seat next to Daisuke. Seeing his clothes on Naruto's slender frame was
about the hottest thing ever to him in that moment. Maybe hotter than when
Naruto got into his bed with them on last night.
"Daisuke?" Naruto voiced, the child's wide stare that was on him right now
weirding him out. "What's wrong with you? Why're you lookin' at me like that?"
Daisuke felt his cheeks warm, curiosity rising on his brow. "It's just.. Are
you sick or something?"
"No. Why?"
The boy's brows then furrowed in oddly, a second strip of bacon hanging out of
his mouth. "Oh. It's just... you look terrible. Your eyes are all puffy and
red."
Naruto inwardly scowled and brought his hands to his eyes. "Oh, well, thank you
very much, Daisuke. I had no idea," He said, his tone colored bright in sarcasm
as he began rubbing at his eyes.
"No problem. I'd want you to tell me if I looked that bad too," He casually
replied and Naruto's mouth dropped open in offense.
Sasuke brought the plate of pancakes over to the table, taking a glance at
Naruto's face and blue eyes were indeed still puffy and a bit red. It was
evident Naruto had cried a lot last night, but Daisuke could be quite ruthless
with his comments, without meaning to be. "Daisuke, can you at least try not to
be like Itachi this morning," He remarked with a sigh and the boy looked at him
in confusion.
"C'mon, let's eat," Naruto said, getting up from the table and deciding to help
set the plates, utensils and cups out on the table, so they could do just that.
Breakfast was relaxing, especially for Naruto. It cheered him up and took his
mind off of a lot.
Naruto poured some more syrup onto the second serving pancakes on his plate,
smiling at the memories that Daisuke's question brought up. "Yeah, there was a
piano in the attic of the orphanage and I basically taught myself how to play.
I mean, I'm no Beethoven, but I know a little something." He told the little
Uchiha sheepishly, a light flush claiming his cheeks.
His brown eyes gleaming in admiration, Daisuke grinned. "But that's still
awesome! I don't think I could teach myself how to play any instrument. I've
always had an instructor,"
Naruto shoved a piece of pancake into his mouth and munched away. "Well, once
your father and I became friends Itachi helped me out a bit, so in a way I
guess I did have an instructor."
Sasuke gazed across at the Uzumaki, wondering why Naruto was being so modest on
the matter. "Naruto, you were good even before then," He interjected and Naruto
looked over at him in surprise, his whiskered face growing redder. "Why do you
think I enjoyed it so much when you played for me when we were kids? You're
damn good."
Naruto couldn't deny that even that simple compliment from Sasuke made his
heart throb.
"Then you have to play for me one day too, Naru-chan!" Daisuke beamed, reaching
his fork into the scrambled eggs on his plate.
"Y-Yeah," Naruto turned his eyes onto the child, smiling and put a hand on his
head. "Of course I will, Daisuke. I'll play for you as much as you would like."
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It was later that afternoon that Naruto went home and sank into a warm bath,
trying to get his head together. There were so many thoughts going through his
head and his heart felt out of control. He ran his wet fingers through his
hair, the water on his hand slicking back golden locks and his cheekbones
burned red, and not just from the heat and steam in the bathroom either. He and
Sasuke were really doing this, something he hadn't ever thought would happen
between them. He was both excited and anxious. He tipped his head back, letting
out a sigh. If he thought about it anymore his heart just might burst.
He forced himself to stop thinking about situation-ship between him and Sasuke
for the time being and focused on the errands that he had to run for the day,
the first on his list being grocery shopping since his refrigerator was damn
near empty.
And so, he finished with his bath to go do just that and within an hour, he was
standing in the aisle of a pretty pricey organic supermarket. Okay, 'pretty
pricey' might be an understatement, considering this was where all the rich
people shopped and Naruto was all about budgeting. However, here sold the best
pickled plums and he always dropped by to pick up some.
He licked over his lips and then grinned wolfishly, picking up a jar of pickle
plums off of the shelf and setting it in his shopping cart before a familiar
voice drew his attention.
"Ah, Naruto, that is you?" His long hair out of its usual ponytail and draping
his back, Deidara smiled from where he stood at the other end of the aisle,
eying the Uzumaki and big, blue eyes widened at him in realization.
"Oh hey, Deidara!" Naruto greeted amiably, turning away from his cart and the
older blond came down the aisle with the usual burly, dark-skinned bodyguard
trailing after him.
Deidara approached Naruto, greeting him with an one-armed hug since a shopping
basket was occupied on his other arm. "How's it going, huh? I see you're doing
a little shopping in one of these snobby markets you dislike so much, un," He
laughed humorously, pulling back and inspecting the younger man's cart.
Naruto shrugged, sheepish. "Uh, well, I couldn't help it. This store has the
best pickled foods and I gave into temptation." He quipped, a taking an
acknowledging glance over at the famous model's bodyguard and then waved at
him. "Hey, Derek!"
Deidara's bodyguard gave a silent nod in greeting.
Naruto looked back at Deidara. "I see you're doing some shopping as well. For
yourself?"
"No, un," Deidara shook his head, raising his arm the shopping basket dangled
from. "For Itachi. I ate the last of his dango and promised to make the run
this time," He replied with a light-hearted roll of his eyes and Naruto nodded
understandably, chuckling a bit. "But hey, since we've run into each other we
should catch up. Want to grab a late lunch?"
"Yeah, that sounds good. I'm hungry anyways," Naruto responded before he took
his phone out of his pocket and took another look at the rest of the stuff he
needed to grab on the personal shopping list he made on his cell. "I only need
to get a few more things and then I'll be finished."
"I'll tag along then, un."
Deidara helped Naruto finish with his shopping and then they were strolling
into a nice BBQ restaurant.
Deidara requested a private dining room, of course in order to relax without
having to deal with fans and other annoyances.
Naruto was glad that what they ordered arrived to their table pretty quick,
probably because of who Deidara was. He sometimes forgot about that factor in
his relationship with the model since Deidara was just a regular ol' guy to him
and he had known him since high school. He guessed they were somewhat friends
through his relationship with Itachi.
Deidara sat across from the Uzumaki, his eyes traveling Naruto's face. He
wondered if Naruto had ever thought about getting into acting or modeling. His
face was absolutely gorgeous. "Everything's on me, remember? Eat as much as you
like, un."
"Thanks, senpai!" Naruto ogled the juicy pieces of cooking meat on the grill in
the center of the table, unaware of the eyes on him and then picked up his
chopsticks, snagging himself a piece of well cooked meat off the grill and
stuffed it into his mouth. "Oh my God, that hits the spot.." He moaned,
chewing.
"Right? I'm on a diet, but it's a cheat-day for me," Deidara mentioned with a
sly smirk, placing a slice of cooked beef on top of the thick noodles in his
bowl. "Actually, I think I'll have three, un," He murmured, grabbing another
two slices off of the grill and piling them on top of one another.
"Damn, Deidara," Naruto said, mid-slurping up a noodle from his own bowl. "How
do you eat so much but still stay so slim? I'm jealous. I'm sure you won't have
to worry about Itachi cheating on you-" He caught himself, his eyes going wide
and Deidara looked at him in confusion. "I just mean you're so pretty, is all.
Hehe,"
"Hey," Deidara frowned slightly, his blue gaze narrowing on the Uzumaki, half-
heartedly. "I'm still a man, Naruto. I don't appreciate being called pretty,"
He told him, arguably. "And you're the same, un. You're extremely beautiful as
well, Naruto. I'm sure that guy that you're dating enjoys that about you.
Daisuke told me about him last I saw him," His eyebrow arose when he witnessed
Naruto begin to lower his head. "What? Things not going good between you and
that guy, un?"
Naruto scratched at his head, looking Deidara in the face. "No. ..I've broken
up with him. He.. cheated on me, so I was done," He explained, feeling somewhat
awkward and embarrassed. Mainly awkward because he knew Deidara's track-record
in past relationships and it was rumored that the blond had done the same to
others he had been involved with. He didn't completely believe the rumors, of
course, because, hey, what did the public and tabloids know? But, it would be
rude of him to ask Deidara if what they say about him is true.
"What?! Seriously, Naruto?!" There was an expression of outrage that broke out
onto Deidara's beautiful features and Naruto nodded. "Well, he must be a moron,
Naruto! How can anyone cheat on you, that's ridiculous, un! Good you got rid of
him too. He in no way deserves you if he's stupid enough to toss you away, and
for some sewer rat I bet," He hissed through his teeth, in Naruto's defense, a
glare set on his face.
"Yes, ..definitely some sewer rat," Naruto scowled in remembrance, slurping up
some more noodles.
Deidara shook his head, unable to believe someone was so stupid. Whoever the
guy was he deserved to choke on a dick! He glared harder, recalling something
unpleasant that he had triggered in his mind. "Um, Naruto, can I ask you
something?" He said and Naruto's eyebrows rose in inquiry. "Does.. Does Menma
have a thing for older men?"
Naruto blinked, dumbfounded. "Uh, hell if I know. ... Menma will have sex with
just about anything that's good-looking and human. I don't even know if he has
a specific type or not," He answered, the uncertainty in his voice honest.
"But, if older guys were his thing I'd probably kill anyone he's involved with.
I love him too much to allow some bored fucker just lookin' for a toy to
entertain himself to use my Menma like that."
"Naruto, hear me out, alright?" Setting his chopsticks down, Deidara tilted his
lips in suspicion. "I feel like there's something going between him and
Itachi…," He voiced, what he peeped last week replaying itself in his mind.
Seated on the sofa next to Itachi as a movie played on the TV, Deidara was
excited talking about Daisuke's nearing birthday. "I totally think he would
love a BB gun, Itachi, and Sasuke is likely to flip his shit," He snickered, a
sinister gleam sparking in his eyes. "So, we should get him one! A big one too,
un!"
Itachi hummed in approval, a slight smirk twitching onto his lips. "My dear
nephew would enjoy that, wouldn't he? Hn, and I deem it completely harmless
compared to an actual gun-"
It was right then that Menma appeared in front of them before plopping down
between them and Deidara snarled, having no choice but to take a scooch over.
This rude ass little boy! He wanted to slap him in the back of the head, but he
refrained from doing so. He raised an self-explanatory scowl onto the Uchiha,
waiting for him to make Menma apologize, say 'excuse me' or something!
Menma put his hand out to Itachi. "I want to order pizza."
"Then do so, Menma-kun." Itachi replied, appearing impassive.
"'Then do so'?, I can't. I don't have any money," He motioned for him to give
up some cash, batting his blue eyes at him and Itachi seemed to tense up, for
some odd reason.
Deidara eyed both the teenager and Itachi, weirdly. What the hell?
"Pretty please, Itachi-sensei," Menma cooed, using a honeyed tone.
Itachi said nothing more and complied, going into the pocket of his pants and
retrieving some bills before handing them over to the Uzumaki.
"Thank you," Menma smiled gratefully, his fingers brushing over the man's as he
grabbed the money from him and then he got, giving Itachi a wink as he rounded
the sofa.
Deidara frowned, witnessing Itachi staring off for a little too long in the
direction Menma left in. "What the hell was that about, un?" He asked
curiously, getting dark eyes to look at him.
"What was what about, Deidara?" Itachi sighed, motioning his hand dismissively.
"The brat wanted money for pizza, so I gave him some. In order to keep the
peace he needs to be kept fed."
Deidara felt his eye twitch.
A piece of meat falling out of his mouth, Naruto blurted out laughing. "W-Wait,
Deidara! Let me get this straight, you think that Menma and Itachi are...? Oh
God, no! The day that that happens I'll kill the both of them. I don't think
Menma's that much of a slut to go after Itachi!" He cackled, waving off
Deidara's suspicions. "And Itachi's twenty-three years old. He can't even stand
brats, so there's no way he would do something like that. Trust me."
"I don't want to believe it either, Naruto. But the way they are around each
other is bothering me. I... have this gut feeling that something is going on
between him and that kid, un."
Naruto laughter died at the serious look on Deidara's face. No, no. There was
no way in hell Menma and Itachi would do something like that. Menma wasn't
that.. out there... was he?
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