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Unwilling Sacrifice	By : ClaireBear Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1141 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters portrayed in this work of fiction or the anime/manga Naruto. They are owned by Masashi Kishimoto. I am making no money from writing this.

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Edit, Feb 8th 2011: Okay, I don't know what the heck happened that cause the format to go all wonky all of a sudden but when I first uploaded it everything was fine. I hope it works this time.

Secret Santa gift-fic for Nomme de Plume.

This is one of the few Sasuke x Naruto fics I've worked on and, while I'm not a huge fan of that pairing, I like how this turned out.

Unwilling Sacrifice

[2:03 A.M. - December 25th]

The garbled crying of a six month old, over a two-way baby monitor, was not the preferred means of awakening so early on Christmas morning. Naruto grunted and nudged the equally sleep-deprived body next to him with a tired wrist. Sasuke retaliated to the hard punch against his ribs by bringing his hand down, with just as much force, on the square of Naruto's back. Their diplomatic process of 'Not it' eventually resulted in Naruto's victory, when Sasuke roused as quickly as 2 A.M. lethargy would allow, to attend to the restless child.

***

[2:03 A.M. - July 25th]

There was little much he could do to ease his baby's suffering, the doctors had said, but try to make him as comfortable as he could. Yet, knowing this didn't prevent Naruto from resorting to even the most unorthodox methods of care, including prayer. Naruto dipped the washcloth into the bowl of cold water, wrung it dry and gently dabbed the fevered skin of his infant son.

He had to keep him cool.

Naruto wiped at his dripping brow with the back of one forearm. It was one of the hottest Julys in record history and, even with all the apartment windows open, and the electric fan on the highest setting, they were sweltering.

A hopeful glance at his wrist watch showed that it was just after 2 A.M. and he sighed, crestfallen, knowing that it would be at least another hour or so before the infant tired himself out and fell asleep. If at all. He needed his rest. He needed to be punctual and alert for the meeting with the donor later today. The outcome of which would have a significant impact on the rest of their lives, and was 'literally' a matter of life and death.

***

[2:06 A.M. - December 25th]

Despite his bone-tired weariness, Sasuke's face beamed in reaction to the absolute joy on the little boy's face when he entered the nursery. He started to squeal in delight as the man advanced towards the crib and he lifted his arms to reach up into his father's loving embrace.

He could hold the child in his arms a thousand times and never get used to it. That feeling of unconditional surrender and unwavering faith in its purity. The sense of needing and belonging that became so complete with the security and comfort that only he could provide.

He used to crave this feeling like a drug, the euphoria of balancing someone else's life irreverently on his fingertips. Knowing that he alone; whatever he said or didn't disclose, whatever action or inaction he took, could destroy the existence of another living soul. Like an addict, he still sought that high, still thrived on the power of owning human life, but he'd found a new, untapped supply. A permissible fix for his inhumane yearnings. His desire to tear down and destroy had withered and died, and in its place bloomed the need to develop and nurture, now that he possessed a life that he was willing to risk his own to protect.

***

[10:25 A.M. - July 25th]

Naruto couldn't let him sense his disdain and tried, with exaggerated effort, to hide the contemptible sneer on his lips and billowing disgust in his eyes. So he clenched his jaw until his teeth hurt and dug his fingernails into his palms until he was sure he could draw blood.

The man blatantly watched him while continuing his conversation on his cell-phone. From his laid-back posture and lackadaisical air about him, Naruto knew he wasn't taking this seriously. But he must have known the purpose of this meeting, and he had to have known what was at stake here, which meant he obviously didn't care. He'd sauntered in the hospital, two hours late, with no remorse or even attempt to excuse his tardiness. He'd completely disregarded the doctor when he made the introductions and refused Naruto's outstretched hand as if it was coated with leprosy. He'd dismissed the practitioner with a curt order, and Naruto hated how the medical professional practically tripped over his own feet when he threatened to refuse donorship if he didn't obey.

But Naruto wasn't afraid. There was a tiny life depending on him and it gave him all the courage he needed to conduct this session alone, despite his inability to pronounce any of the medical terms. The donor must have realized that he was not as intimidating as he set out to be because Naruto never broke eye contact or cowered before him. He kept his spine erect, his face lifted and his gaze forward.

The donor smirked. A smug, arrogant smirk, and snapped his cell-phone close before pocketing it and regarding the man sitting across from him in a cool, unflinching stare.

"I'm a very busy man."

His voice was low and deep, but his even tone contained the unpredictable power of a raging tsunami. "My time is precious to me. You have five minutes to plead your case. Not a second more."

Naruto was surprised, not because he had the audacity to make a game out of a newborn infant's life, but because he enjoyed the sport enough to allow the other team a chance at taking a shot. Naruto knew these types. The ones that wiped their feet all over the weak, poor and helpless. It was naive to think sociopaths like this only existed in the movies, he just never thought he'd have to deal with them and he wondered, what were the odds that he'd need the help of someone like this just because he happened to share the same rare blood type?

Bringing the baby along to garner sympathy would have been a wasted ploy on a man like this, and Naruto was glad he had the foresight to leave him with a neighbour. It didn't matter if Naruto called his son by name; to this man, he was an object, nothing more than a damaged product he was being sold on to invest something of personal value into. Odds were probably high that he hadn't even bothered to read the patient file.

"My son has a rare liver disease and an even rarer blood type." His voice was choked and his eyes began to sting. He'd barely opened his mouth and already his resolve was starting to crumble. This was a pointless endeavour and both men knew it. No matter how much he rationalized, begged or pleaded, the inevitable response would be 'No'. All this man came for was to watch the pathetic grovelling of a desperate father trying to save the life of his child. The only reason Naruto kept talking, the only basis he had for wasting both of their time, was that he had the tiniest sliver of hope that this would, somehow, work itself out. "They're still checking the donor lists, but they don't think the probability of finding another match so soon is in his favour. At the rate his liver is deteriorating, they predict he won't make it to his next birthday."

A doleful sniffle. A sign of weakness. And Naruto didn't know how he managed to keep himself from breaking down into tears as he watched that insufferable grin expand.

"Right now, you're the only viable option. If they wait too lon-" His voice broke, a tear fell, and Naruto knew that he'd already lost.

The smirk became so large now that he was baring teeth and the man nodded in sadistic approval, thoroughly entertained by his anguish. Satiated, he got up from his seat and turned to leave, but Naruto still had three minutes left and he would be damned if he let this bastard take that from him.

"Mr. Uchiha, wait!" Naruto jumped from his chair and grabbed the donor's arm before he could reach the door. Maybe because he was a glutton for another person's suffering, he allowed Naruto to grab him like that, and he turned to regard the slightly taller man with cold, indifferent eyes. "If you're worried about the risks, I understand. There are great surgeons here and they have some of the best follow-up treatments in the country."

He scoffed. "I wouldn't trust these quacks to treat my runny nose." Sasuke shook his head and looked pitiably down his nose at the man before him. "I don't get you. Why are you going so far out of your way for something that is incapable of appreciating your efforts? You're not even its biological father."

Naruto's shoulders dropped. So, he had read the file.

"You just happened to be the only one around when some random street-worker was mugged and tossed in the gutter to rot, and you stupidly promised you'd watch over her kid so she could die with some semblance of peace. The kid's mother was a hooker," Sasuke laughed. "A liver disease should be the least cause for concern. God knows what else he got from her and if, or when, they'll cause complications later on. There's a forty percent chance I'll die under the knife, and you want me to risk my life to save his when he doesn't even have a guarantee?"

"H-How can you say that?"

"And how can you attach yourself to something that's not even your responsibility?" and he tore his arm out of Naruto's tightening grasp.

"Stop referring to Sachiko like he's an inanimate object," Naruto angrily ground through clenched teeth.

A cruel smirk sprouted from one corner of the Uchiha's lip. "In a few months, he will be."

The callous remark gave Naruto pause and he could barely hear the other man's heartless tirade through the roaring of blood in his ears.

"In your little world, it's nice to be the hero, huh? To go out of your way to do things for other people without recognition or reward. Hoping that you'll earn enough brownie points with the big guy upstairs, and he'll reserve a prime piece of real estate for you in the sky because you were 'such a nice guy', am I right?" Both men continued to glare hatefully at each other, the tensions that sparked between them hotter than the mid-morning temperatures even in the air-conditioned room. "Well, you're selfish. If the kid's gotta go, it's gotta go. Isn't that what's written in your book?" and he flicked his fingers against the silver crucifix that hung from Naruto's neck. "Something about 'your lord giveth and he taketh away'? That there is a time appointed for each of us and when he says it's your turn, whether you're ready or not, then you're shit out of luck?"

"Who's to say this kid's time isn't now?" Sasuke pontificated. "Who are you to defy the wishes of your own god and try to save his life?" He leaned in, their noses were almost touching and, from such a proximity, he could not only see his face turning red with fury, but hear the rush of air through his nose as his breathing accelerated. "Let him go to his real father in the clouds. Besides, he's only... what? Two months old? You couldn't have grown that attached."

"You son of a bitch!"

Naruto wasn't responsible for his actions, at least, he didn't think so. That man purposely pushed all the wrong buttons, and it was his own damn fault that he was now a crumpled heap on the floor. Sasuke staggered to his feet, reaching out blindly for something to support him in his disoriented state. He wiped his nose with the back of his hand and his breathing became shallow when he saw his own blood. Stormy dark eyes rose slowly to meet the uncertain pair of blue that regarded him with equal hostility.

The Uchiha lifted an ominous finger and pointed it dead centre between Naruto's brows. "I will make you pay for that."

The door slammed, but Naruto neither heard nor saw him leave, too consumed by a wave of hopelessness that left him feeling empty and dead on the inside.

What had he just done?

"I- I'm sorry." He whispered an apology, not to Sasuke, but to Sachiko. His reckless emotional outburst and lack of self-restraint just cost him the only chance he had to save his baby's life.

Naruto dropped to his knees and screamed at the top of his lungs as burning tears flowed down his cheeks. He was now just as responsible for his son's death as the disease that ate at him from the inside.

***

[2:23 A.M. - December 25th]

Naruto yawned loudly and turned over onto his back. Throwing an arm across his eyes, and laying the other across his stomach, he listened to the excited babbling of undistinguishable baby-talk.

"Naruto, can you hear me?" Sasuke called out over the walkie-talkie.

The sleepy man grunted his presence and the baby became ecstatic at the sound of his voice, knowing he was near but unable to locate him.

"I think we should sing that song to him."

"Sure, if you think that will help."

There was a long pause before: "...You don't think it will?"

"I dunno," he shrugged, even though the other man couldn't see it. "Maybe it will, maybe it won't. We won't know until we try."

"But you're better at discerning his cries than I am. I'm no good at this stuff."

A giddy smile spread slowly across Naruto's face. "Sasuke, you're doing fine."

***

[11:45 A.M. - August 2nd]

"Christ! Will you shut that baby up? I can't even hear myself think."

Naruto gently cradled the infant in his arms but he knew that even the kindest words and softest kisses would not ease his fretful disposition.

"I thought you said you knew how to take care of that damned thing. Don't you know what the hell you're doing?" Sasuke yelled from his workstation at one corner of the room.

"I do," the other man shot back in a clipped tone.

Sasuke's words were evenly spaced. "Then do it and shut him up."

"It's not that simple, oka-" Naruto reigned in his temper and, remembering that he was practically screaming in his baby's ear, brought down the volume of his voice. "It's not that simple."

Sasuke tore his reading glasses from his face and flung them atop his desk to fix his 'slave' with a stern gaze. "Then please, explain to me: What the hell is so complicated about keeping that damned thing quiet?"

"This might be a difficult concept for you to grasp, but babies need more than just food, sleep and clean diapers, you know," he replied angrily, even while stroking his son's head with a gentle hand. Naruto knew better than to regard his, for all intents and purposes, 'Master' with disrespect, but he'd always had a problem with authority, especially when that authority turned out to be an egomaniacal tyrant who 'owned' him. "Babies can sense things," he gestured wildly in the air, "and react to emotional stimuli around them. They get happy when they feel the unconditional love of a parent, and they become stressed when a psychotic maniac starts chomping at the bit."

All this he said in an overly-sweet, sarcastic voice but it neither amused nor placated the Uchiha. "That's bullshit," he grumbled and gathered his laptop and keys. Sasuke closed the distance between them and loomed over him in a threatening manner, despite his disdain to be so close to the source of all that racket. "I'm going for a drive and I'll be back in about forty-five minutes. Within that time you will have that baby quiet and you will have lunch ready and on the table upon my return. Do I make myself perfectly clear?"

Naruto glared at the other man, his jaw jutting forward with repressed defiance. "Yes, sir."

***

[3:12 A.M. - December 25th]

Sasuke dragged himself back to bed and Naruto laughed when his body collapsed onto the mattress with so much force that the sudden shift in weight tossed him a few centimetres in the air.

"Ohhh, maaan. I thought he'd never go back to sleep," Sasuke sighed heavily into his pillow. "What time is it?"

Naruto peeled back an eyelid to glance at the clock. "You don't wanna know," his voice wavered with light humour.

Sasuke groaned, the distressed sound muffled against the foam-filled cushion. "There's no way I'm going to work today."

That peaked Naruto's interest and, suddenly, he wasn't so tired anymore. The quickly aroused man flipped himself onto his side and propped his head up with one arm, the other he used to draw suggestive circles on his lover's exposed back. "Hey, since we're both awake..."

***

[9:55 P.M. - August 5th]

He expected to be humiliated, denigrated and defiled. Sasuke wouldn't have gone out of his way to 'obtain' him if that wasn't his intention. He was fooling himself if he thought he was just to be an ordinary servant and expected to clean house; but, during the first few days, Naruto wallowed in blissful denial.

"Use your tongue more."

It was challenging enough to suppress his gag reflex while manoeuvring around the hard flesh buried deep in his throat. It wasn't enough that Naruto was unwilling, that he'd had no previous sexual experience on pleasuring another man with his mouth, or even wanted to. Now Sasuke was forcing him to play an eagerly participatory role, even though the thought of the act alone made him sick to his stomach.

He lifted his tongue and ran it slowly along his 'Master's' turgid length and Naruto could feel its erratic pulsing. He jerked his head back to suck in some much needed air and cough up the abundance of saliva and precum that he refused to swallow.

Sasuke grabbed a handful of his hair in a grip so brutal that Naruto feared he would pull his scalp clean off his skull, and he dragged him back towards his task. Naruto resisted as long as he could and clamped his teeth shut when it prodded against the entrance to his mouth, but Sasuke was not so easily discouraged and, instead, rubbed his cock all over the disgust on face.

Naruto turned his head away when the other man sadistically attempted to shove his member up one of his nostrils, but he yanked his hair, hard, causing him to wince and a tortured gasp to escape his throat.

Sasuke gripped the base of his shaft in his free hand, beginning to grow impatient. "Open your mouth," he commanded sternly and slapped his dick against the barrier of tightly pursed lips. There was little else Naruto could do but obey, and there was barely a fraction of space created when he slowly unlocked his jaw before his mouth was stuffed again, shoving a startled cry back down his throat; and Naruto slammed his fist against the wall next to him in hapless frustration.

"Don't throw a fit," Sasuke chuckled wickedly and thrust his hips forward and up, bringing the other man as much discomfort as possible. "You know you like it."

He seethed, and acrimonious blue eyes glared up at him through tightly drawn lids.

"Poor kid. What are the odds that his mother died a whore and his adoptive father turns out to be a cock-sucker?"

Naruto clamped his eyes shut, just wanting this degradation to be over as quickly as possible; but Sasuke would not grant him that escape, and the roots of his hair stung when they were nearly pulled from their bed. "Look at me!"

His eyes snapped open, wild with fury and tinged with tears caused from the abuse on his scalp.

The cruel smirk spread further. "Yeah, work that dick, Naruto," the Uchiha growled, hastening his thrusts and Naruto's sputtering and gagging provided all the stimulation he needed along with the knowledge that he owned this person and was free to exploit him in any method he saw fit. "Do you want me to come in your mouth?"

He expected to be confronted by his horrified disgust, expected him to try to pull away or beg him not to, but Sasuke had quickly learned that his was a spirit not easily broken. With the insurmountable will that he possessed, Naruto nodded with a glare that told him he would kill him in his sleep if he could.

"Well, too bad. I'm saving this load." The Uchiha jerked his head away before releasing him and Naruto took in blessed gulps of air while spitting out more fluid that had collected in his mouth. "Take off your clothes."

He undressed with the grace and seduction of an army drill sergeant and tore at his clothing as if the very fabric revolted him. Sasuke shoved him hard while he was in the process of stepping out of his pants and he fell over backwards, missing the edge of the bedside table by a mere two inches. Any remaining attire was stripped from him and Sasuke grabbed his naked legs and pushed them back against his shoulders, as far as they could go.

"Hold them like this."

He did as was told, and Sasuke sat back to inspect him with lecherous eyes as he laid on the floor, in nothing but a pair of socks, with his legs spread wide and his ass protruding into the air. Despite his obvious embarrassment, Naruto didn't give the other man the satisfaction of begging him to end this humiliation.

Sasuke got up to take a leisurely stroll towards the chest-of-drawers and fished around in the uppermost compartment for a few items. He took his casual time on the way back but was annoyed to find that his slave was not paying him any attention, instead he stared blankly up at the ceiling as if he'd somehow managed to retreat into his psyche.

Sasuke brought him back to his harsh reality by shoving two well lubricated fingers up his ass, earning him a strangled yell. He wasted no time in seeking out his virgin prostate and experienced fingers brought his reluctant cock to a full, weeping erection. Sasuke slipped a vibrating cock-ring, just beneath his glans and turned it onto the highest setting and he laughed somewhat maniacally as the non-consenting male threw his head back on a pleasured scream and writhed on the carpeted floor like a bitch in heat.

"See, you do like it," his tormentor purred and rubbed his testicles with the flat of his palm.

Naruto fought the waves of desire that assaulted his body with every fibre of his willpower and Sasuke found it to be quite entertaining as he watched him fight, and lose, his inner turmoil. He removed his fingers and quickly replaced them with his hard penis.

It hurt, but the vibrations around his own member sufficiently dulled the pain. Sasuke gave him no chance to adapt to the intrusion in his backside and ground his hips in short, fast thrusts.

"Ah, yeah."

A dark chuckle bubbled in Sasuke's chest. "It's good, huh?"

Naruto didn't know, in that moment, whether he felt more revulsion towards the man that was doing such deplorable things to his person, or towards himself for responding so wantonly. And, as much as his mind hated it, his traitorous body loved it, and Sasuke made sure he enjoyed it...

Twice.

***

[3: 18 A.M. - December 25th]

Naruto trailed hot wet kisses along Sasuke's slack jaw, across the slender column of his neck and over his alabaster chest. He stopped his southern pilgrimage to take one, pink nipple in his mouth and suckle languidly upon it.

A soft, shuddering gasp escaped on Sasuke's next exhale and he threaded his fingers through his lover's flaxen hair.

"Mmm," Naruto moaned playfully and flicked the tip of his tongue against the hardening nub. "Tastes like milk."

Sasuke sputtered. "Sh-shut up."

Naruto chuckled at his flustered countenance but became serious once again and moved to the other nipple to give it the same loving attention.

"Ah, Jesus, Naruto. Why do you always insist on teasing me?"

His fun-loving partner flashed him a bright grin. "Cuz you make the dirtiest noises when you get sexually frustrated."

Sasuke made an agitated sound at the back of his throat and turned his head to one side in an attempt to hide his obvious embarrassment.

"Aww, come on. Don't do that," he laughed and reached out long, tanned fingers to pluck, rub and tap his rapidly reddening nipples. "Look at me."

Sasuke pressed his lips into a tight, white line and managed to meet his mischievous, azure gaze with the black austerity of his own; but Naruto was never easily intimidated by his sober glances. "Don't give me that look. You know you like it when I play with your body like this." And, as if to prove his point, he pinched a rosy red bud, eliciting a choked grunt from the other man.

Sasuke's legs fell open and Naruto pounced on the opportunity to slip between them. Their chests and groins were now flush together and Sasuke dug his heels into the mattress for leverage to lift his hips and grind them against the hard body above him.

"A little eager much?" Naruto chuckled, nuzzling his moist lips into the crook of his neck.

"God, Naruto," he moaned desperately. "If you don't stop screwing around I swear I'll finish without you."

The other man chuckled and pushed himself up, making sure to do it as slowly as possible and he thrust his hips forward, lashing his erection against Sasuke's screaming own. His lover growled and tossed his head to one side and Naruto giggled at his reaction before hopping off the bed and digging through the bedside table where he kept his 'toys'. "Let's see now," he hummed contemplatively while rummaging through his collection of various lubrications. "We can go with good 'ol Vaseline. That's always reliable."

"Hn."

"Yeah you're right. It gets kinda boring when you use the same thing over and over. So, what do you recommend, Sasuke?"

The other man sighed heavily and rubbed his face in annoyance. "Don't care!"

"Sure ya do," his enthused lover piqued. "I've got water soluble, oily, heat-sensitive... ooh, strawberry flavoured," and he squeezed a drop onto a finger to test its quality. Naruto smacked his lips a couple times and nodded in approval of the sweet, fruity taste. "Man, the shelf-life on this stuff is amazing. I can't believe this is still good after all this time."

Sasuke made a disapproving sound and pushed himself up onto his elbows. He promptly reminded the other man why there was still so much left of that particular product. "Can we not do the whole licking my ass thing tonight?"

Naruto gave the gel another taste test, making sure Sasuke caught him sucking lewdly on his fingers, before flashing him a toothy grin. "Why not?"

A dark eyebrow twitched in agitation. Did he really expect him to give an answer? Apparently so, because Naruto waited patiently for a response while sucking down on the tube of lubricant like it was cake frosting.

"It's just embarrassing, alright," and the finality of his tone said that was all the reason he needed. Naruto didn't buy it and crawled back onto the bed like a predatory feline. "You can't really enjoy this?" he attempted to talk him out of it but his legs fell open routinely when his tanned lover crawled between them. Long, lubricated fingers teased his fluttering sphincter and a whispered swear spilled from Sasuke's lips. He licked them when they became suddenly dry.

Bold fingers explored the familiar territory of his insides and were careful to avoid bringing him too close to the cusp while they stretched and smeared the lubrication along his inner walls. There were no further protests from the other man who had now surrendered himself to the treatment, and he exercised amazing control of his anal muscles to contract tightly around the two digits.

Naruto shivered at the sudden pressure against his fingers. "God, it's amazing how you do that so well. But, then again, you've always been a tight-ass."

His comment earned him a pillow against the side of the head, because Sasuke was not too forgone with lust yet to let the insult just roll off his back.

Once his preparations were complete Naruto took him by his slender waist and lifted his lower body off the bed. Sasuke assisted as much as he could, despite his misgivings towards the exercise and, by the time they were in position, his face, ears and shoulders burned with embarrassment and he vowed to hunt down and kill the perverts responsible for putting flavoured lube on the market.

Naruto secured his grip around Sasuke's waist. The other man was practically upside down with his back resting in Naruto's muscular lap, his legs dangling over Naruto's sturdy shoulders and his ass hovering just below Naruto's angular chin.

Sasuke watched him with a warning glare, daring him to say or do something stupid in his moment of vulnerability; but, ever the clown, an impish grin spread across his cheeks and he had a hard time keeping his voice on a even keel when he chortled: "Promise you won't fart on me, okay?"

He was livid, and thrashed madly on the bed, reaching out to grab his hair, nose, an ear... anything; and Naruto giggled like an escaped mental patient while dodging clawed hands that swiped at his face. "Sasuke, stop moving... you'll hurt yourself," he beseeched between mirthful gasps. The Uchiha dug his fingers in Naruto's forearms and tried to free himself from his buckled grasp, but the other man pushed himself off his haunches and onto his knees, hanging his smaller lover upside-down, the top of his head barely grazing the mattress' surface.

Naruto immediately put himself to work, licking and tasting Sasuke's strawberry-flavoured entrance with his tongue. He heard the sharp intake of breath and watched through lust-filled blue eyes as his lover squirmed, now in bliss and no longer in anger. Holding him carefully with one arm, Naruto lifted his other hand to tickle and prod his tight hole with one finger and he watched, in silent awe, as the quivering flesh clenched around his fingertips. "Your asshole is so pretty and pink."

"Sh- Shut up," Sasuke growled and tried his best to make himself comfortable by pressing his hands into the mattress to distribute his weight and relieve the coiled pressure on his neck. His blood was already rushing towards his head and the ripples of desire that coursed through his body were quickly adding to his vertigo; and Sasuke realized that he disliked being upside-down more than he disliked analingus.

Naruto clamped his mouth around it and sucked long and hard before pulling away with a noisy kiss. "Mmm," he licked his lips in an exaggerated fashion. "You taste so good too."

"Fuck, Naruto. I'm getting dizzy."

The larger man sat back on his haunches and his captive sighed in immense relief now that his back was, once again, supported by Naruto's lap.

"That better?"

Sasuke nodded and Naruto resumed. As much as he claimed to hate it, it was never long before Naruto could reduce him to a sweaty, panting mess and the smaller man clawed at the bedding and pushed his hips hard against that skilled mouth. He was as sloppy as ever, lapping his tongue around the orifice, spitting, drooling and slurping loudly at his asshole. He was drenched in spittle with rivulets of saliva pouring inside him and along his back, and, god help him, Sasuke loved every minute of it!

"Ah, fuck! Naruto, I'm not gonna last much longer."

Naruto laid him carefully on the bed and Sasuke practically sank into the mattress. He parted his legs easily when his lover crouched before him and Naruto furrowed his brow in concentration as he attempted to guide his shaft into the other man's hole... and kept missing.

Sasuke's chest rumbled with obnoxious amusement. "Having trouble?"

"It keeps sliding," Naruto whined. "You're too slippery."

"Gee, I wonder whose fault that is?" he rolled his eyes in apparent sarcasm.

"You're doing that thing on purpose."

Sasuke bristled at the accusation. "No, I'm not! My ass is wide open! Don't shift the blame to me because you don't know how to use your own dick properly, and besides, if I was closing you out then I would ha- JESUS H. CHRIST!"

"Okay, got it," Naruto beamed triumphantly, after embedding himself fully with one, harsh thrust. Shutting Sasuke up was just an additional bonus.

Sharp puffs of breath whistled through Sasuke's tightly clenched teeth and he pressed his fists against his forehead as he waited for the pain in his lower body to subside. "I can't feel my legs...," he sobbed.

"Really?" and the little jokester stroked the outer part of his lover's creamy, white thighs. "They feel fine to me."

Sasuke's chest deflated on a capitulating exhale and he dropped his arms wearily to his sides. "Just wait until it's my turn next."

"I don't think that's going to be anytime soon," he challenged him with an arrogant grin. "I enjoy riding your ass too damn much."

"Move," came Sasuke's order and he took his withered cock into a firm fist and began to stroke it.

Naruto chuckled more to himself. It was just like Sasuke to always threaten to start, or finish, without him. The spoiled brat just always had to get his own way.

Their bodies moved in perfect synergy, both taking and giving equally. Their lips were locked in a passionate encounter, their tongues dancing and gliding gracefully against one another. Sasuke came first, yelling loudly while shooting long, hot bursts of come between their chests and the convulsing of his anal walls milked Naruto's own orgasm from his rock hard cock.

Both men lay exhausted, side by side, riding out the last waves of post-copulation in each other's arms.

"That was..."

"Yeah," Naruto summed it up succinctly on a ragged breath.

A delighted coo permeated the warm haze that settled around them and both men froze, then turned to stare at the baby monitor, while little Sachiko was attempting to commune with the sound of his fathers' voices.

"No... no, no, no," Naruto clambered out of the bed, shaking his head in denial and grabbed the brightly coloured telecommunications device so tightly that the plastic croaked.

"You forgot to turn it off?" Sasuke's voice rose to a near crack in incredulous disbelief.

"D- Do you think he heard?" Naruto wanted to bury himself in delusion, but Sasuke lifted an arm high, as if to say 'What do you think?' and the other man banged his head against the bedside table at his irresponsibility. "Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. I'm the worst parent. Ever!"

***

[9:55 P.M. - August 12th]

He hated to admit it, but Naruto knew what he was doing. He'd had no prior child-rearing experience and his only background on orphans was that he happened to be one himself. The boy wasn't his natural born offspring, and yet he nurtured and cared for it as if it came out of his very own womb. He'd spend hours researching child-care online and Sasuke was impressed that the same person that failed out of high-school and could barely hold down his old job as a sanitation worker could interpret the unintelligible wailings of a three-month old.

What impressed him the most was that the guy was dyslexic and, as frustrating as it must have been to collect and process the information on those websites, he persevered. And all for a kid that wasn't even his.

He was stupid, and not just because he suffered a mental retardation. No sane person would willingly take up a burden such as this. No one! And yet, here was this one person... the exception to the rule.

Sasuke made a face as he watched the young man feed his baby and his eyes drifted to the human spawn that suckled greedily on the bottle of milk.

The brat was lucky. Had it been him that came across that woman that night, and had she handed him her apartment key and address and begged him, on her dying breath, to take care of her baby, he would have pissed on her then and there and left her as a corpse for the police to deal with. But, because some bleeding heart simpleton happened to be in the right place, at the right time, he now had a chance at a better quality of life; and Sasuke applauded the kid for beating the odds.

Naruto whispered tender platitudes and the child pumped his arms and kicked his feet in response. His father smiled, and he smiled back.

There was a connection there; one that he never noticed before, one that he chose to ignore because he wasn't interested. There was something about the way they looked at each other, about the way they communicated without language, and Sasuke wondered what it was that he was missing... or missing out on.

"Let me hold him."

Naruto turned to face him with wide-eyed surprise. "He's... feeding."

"Then let me feed him."

His hesitation hardened into dissidence. "Why?"

Sasuke could understand his reluctance to hand over the child. From the moment he brought them into his home he physically, verbally and sexually abused the father. There was no telling what he would do to the son and, considering that he threw a conniption fit every time the infant became fussy, Naruto had every right to be wary of the Uchiha's motives. "I just want to hold him."

"You've never wanted to before."

"Well I do now, so give him to me."

Sachicko grew uncomfortable and squirmed in Naruto's arms. He could sense the panic and anger that stirred between their confrontation. Naruto shook his head. "No. I won't let you hurt him."

Sasuke's face darkened and he took great offense to the insinuation that he wanted to bring harm to the child. "You can't disobey me," was his haughty reminder and he reached out his arms, the muscles drawn stiffly in wait for the offering of the baby.

Against his better judgement, Naruto could do nothing but follow orders and a strangled whimper lodged itself in his throat as he handed over his precious son. He stayed near, kneeling next to the man on the couch just in case something went wrong and his panicked eyes observed the technique with which he cradled the boy for any dangers.

He tested the Uchiha's taut biceps with the pads of his fingers and Sasuke found he didn't quite hate the feel of the other man's hands on his skin. "Don't flex your muscles too tight- but don't make them too slack," he quickly added when he saw the baby begin to sag in cradle of his arms. "He's fragile, so you don't want to squeeze him too hard, just enough so that when he starts moving you won't drop him."

"I'm not going to drop him," Sasuke growled.

Naruto looked up from his son just long enough to cast a heated glare at the other man. "I'm just saying to be careful. Accidents can happen." He returned to doting on his son who appeared confused by the change-over. "Support his head." Naruto touched his arm again to push it closer against his body and Sasuke noted that he possessed a fair amount of power; and, recalling the pain in his jaw that remained days after Naruto decked him, he wasn't surprised the man was alot stronger than he looked. "You have to make sure the head is properly supported or you'll snap his neck."

Sasuke made a rude noise in reaction to Naruto's over-protective hovering. This was ridiculous! He was making it seem like you needed a Master's Degree to be qualified to hold a baby. Just how hard could it possibly be?

"I'm not going to snap his neck, alright, so stop being such a fucki-," the Uchiha replied angrily, but he was cut-off when Naruto grabbed a handful of his collar in a firm fist and yanked him forward.

"Listen to me," he snarled through bared teeth. "You can order me about like a field-slave, smack me around like a disobedient wife and rape my body like a Japanese school-girl; but when you're holding my son, you will do exactly as I say, because I swear to God, Uchiha," and he laughed cruelly as furious tears brimmed at the corners of his eyes. "If you injure him in, any way, then I will <gladly spend the rest of my life behind bars because of you."

The usually glib Uchiha was struck speechless and he dared not utter another word while Naruto watched him feed his baby. It was a humbling experience, to provide sustenance to another life that was wholly dependent on him but also to be the victim of the wrath of a concerned parent. He likened it to the mother bear that bravely charged the hungry predator or armed hunter to protect the life of her cub and, watching Naruto chew him out like that was just as frightening.

***

[5:38 A.M. - December 25th]

Sasuke couldn't say for certain but he was sure the baby was now full. Sachiko stared at him, his brows furrowed and his mouth full of pureed pineapples.

His elder father gnawed with uncertainty on his lower lip and sought a second-opinion from the more knowledgeable parent. "Naruto?"

"Yeah?" he answered from his place at the kitchen sink, scraping leftovers from breakfast, into the compost.

"When Sachiko stops eating that means he's full, right?"

Naruto stored the last of the plates into the dishwasher and made his way over to the high-chair. "Let's see." He took the spoon and scooped up the food that dribbled down his chin but when he put it against Sachiko's mouth he simply looked up at him and made no indication he was going to eat from it. "Yeah, he's done," and Naruto made to gather the baby's tableware, but Sasuke took them first. "I'll meet you by the tree."

After he set the wash cycle and cleaned up the baby's furniture, he retrieved his camcorder and tripod before joining the others in the living room. Naruto already had the radio blasting and he held Sachiko in his arms while he danced and sang to his favourite Christmas music. Sachiko sang along with him, well, Naruto liked to call it singing, to Sasuke, it was more like trilling.

Sasuke smiled at the heart-warming scene while he set-up his recording equipment and, when he was ready, Naruto, ever the camera whore, handed over the baby, and while Sasuke engaged his son in a slow dance, Naruto addressed 'future Sachiko'.

"Hi son," he waved into the lens. "It's your first Christmas and me and Mommy-"

"You mean, 'Daddy number one'," Sasuke corrected.

"-just missed Santa. You see, you kept us up all night long and-"

"To be fair," Sasuke interjected. "We were the ones who woke him up that second time."

"Shh, he doesn't need to know stuff like that," the other man whispered loudly and Sasuke would have asked him why he was covering the camera's sides and not the microphone right in front of him. "Y'know what, I'm just gonna edit out that part," and he fiddled with the device for a few, long moments before he realized he had no clue what he was doing. "Erm..."

"Just leave it. I'll take it out later."

"You promise?"

"Naruto, I'm not the kind of sicko who wants their kids to know their parents have an active sex life."

"Shush, shush," the man hissed and covered the camera's 'ears' again. "Let's just open the presents, cuz I don't trust you not to say anything that's going to scar our kid for the rest of his life." Naruto took the baby again and settled on the floor with the child in his lap and Sasuke checked the camera's position before joining them in the composition.

"Okay, the first gift is from Santa, and it's for you, baby."

"Oh, thank you," Sasuke went to take the present but Naruto pulled it out of his reach.

"Not you, baby. The other baby," he corrected and he removed the wrapper to reveal a Play-Doh Burger Builder kit. Naruto wasn't sure what to make of the gift and Sasuke frowned when he noticed his lover's hesitation.

"Naruto? Did I do something wrong?"

"Uhh, no," he said slowly. He was dyslexic and even he could read the 'ages 3+' in the top right corner of the box. But Sasuke, God bless him, he was trying. He saw something he thought his baby would like, and bought it. Naruto fixed his lover with a proud smile and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. "This is great! He's going to love this. Look what Santa got you, baby," and he showed the box to Sachiko but he was much too engrossed with the pretty paper it came in.

"Okay, the next gift is for my baby, from me," and Naruto grinned cheekily as he handed him a crudely wrapped oblong object. Sasuke attempted to take it but Naruto's grip tightened and his voice dropped to just below a whisper when he advised, with a wink: "You might not want to open this one on camera."

Sasuke smirked lecherously and put it aside for later.

The other man tapped his chin and looked around the stack of presents; really hamming it up for the camera. "Okay, which one should we open next?"

"Here, open mine," and Sasuke handed him a shoe-box sized package. "I really think you'll like it"

Naruto tittered in excitement and tore at the wrapping with his son's help, who was only too glad to add more shiny wrapping to his pile. If the first gift didn't surprise him then this one left him completely stumped and Naruto shifted through the torn pieces of paper to see if maybe there was something else hidden beneath. "Uhh... gee, thanks, Sasuke?" He was confused how he was supposed to react to this. "Recycled paper. Just what I always wanted?"

"Look closer."

***

[9:35 A.M. - July 27th]

Naruto finished perusing the legally-typed document and, even though he took great strides to overcome his learning disability he still couldn't believe what he'd just read. He lifted infuriated blue eyes from the stack of papers to meet the gloating pair of Sasuke Uchiha's.

"You do realize slavery is illegal in this country?"

The arrogant man merely shrugged; that contemptible smirk of his growing in size.

"It's also immoral for donors to ask for anything in return. That's why it's called a donation."

"I see it like this," the businessman got straight to the point. "You have two options available to you right now. You sign that document and you forfeit your life. Everything you own, and everything you are, becomes my property: Your bank accounts, your passport, your ID and social security card; your clothes, your shoes, your cellphone... everything! In exchange, I give your son a piece of my liver." Sasuke leaned back in his chair and gave his shoulders a nonchalant shrug. "Or, you can walk out of this room and hope that they find another donor in time, it makes no difference to me either way. But know this," he warned with a dark stare. "This offer is good this time only. You walk out now and that's the end of it. The decision is yours."

Naruto's chest became constricted with injustice and he was forced to take deep breaths through his nose. He wanted to punch the man in his damnable face again but he knew this was his last chance to do right by his son. When the Uchiha said he was going to make him pay, he assumed he was going to file a lawsuit for physical assault, that was what he assumed the phonecall was about. But when he said that he was willing to reach a compromise regarding the operation, and wanted to meet him to discuss it further, Naruto really believed there was a kind, benevolent God. Little did he know that he had been entrapped into making a deal with the Devil.

"My son," his voice was clear and strong, even though his countenance was shaken and fragile. "What will happen to him? Will you... 'own' him too."

Sasuke pondered it for a moment. The infant was a powerful bargaining chip, it was the reason Naruto was even considering the ludicrous offer in the first place. As long as he kept them together, he would be easy to control. "I have no interest in the boy," he disclosed honestly. "You may keep him as your legally adopted child."

Naruto's body relaxed and a relieved breath escaped through his nostrils. But there was still something he had to know. "Why?"

Sasuke raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

The other man regarded him cooly. "Must I have a reason?"

"Then why bother? Why not just give me your liver, or don't? Why do this?" He was near hysterical now and Sasuke could tell he was close to surrender. They both knew he was only fighting against the inevitable at this point.

"Because you're a hypocrite," Sasuke drawled. "Your baby's life is at stake and you're asking me to put mine on the line, but you're not willing to ante up and put yours at any risk whatsoever. No matter the outcome of that operation, whether we both live or die, your continued existence will be uninterrupted by the consequences." Sasuke waited for his words to sink in and he could see the conflicting emotions flash across his expressive face. "Do you think that's fair?"

Empathy was always the weakness he could easily exploit among the feeble-willed and Naruto, like the gullible idiot Sasuke perceived him to be, actually swallowed his sentimental tripe. "Forty percent chance, Naruto."

The other man snatched up the pen from the table and signed with a shaky hand and an erratic heartbeat, and his consciousness screamed he was making a huge mistake. Sasuke collected the document with a victorious chuckle and Naruto's skin became clammy and cold as he emptied his pockets of his wallet, his money, his keys, bus pass, cell phone and anything else in his possession.

There was a forty percent chance this man would die on the operating table. Naruto wasn't a gambling man, but he was willing to take that chance.

***

[6:24 A.M. - December 25th]

Each piece of paper was no larger than two by two inches, but as Naruto scanned the legalese print and found the dotted line with his scratchy signature, he recognized it immediately.

He didn't know what to say and could only stare with a slack jaw while Sachiko rummaged curious hands inside the box to collect more paper. Naruto looked over to his lover, his eyes dancing at the concept of his regained freedom and pleading that this wasn't just some sick prank.

But Sasuke had long put his old ways behind him. He wanted Naruto and Sachiko to remain an integral part of his life; not as his hostages or his slaves, but as his family. "Merry Christmas, Naruto."

The other man laughed. It was an odd laugh, like he couldn't believe what was happening and Sasuke was sure that when Sachiko was old enough to watch this video that he would be at a loss of what had transpired. Naruto grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him into a candid kiss.

"Sasuke," he purred happily against his lips. "Best. Christmas gift. Ever!"

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