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Mr. Nanny	By : PhoenixInnocence Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2307 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Mr. Nanny
- 2-Mr. Nanny Two
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Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or its characters and I make no profit from this story. This fic is subject to my imaginings and in no way should identify or represnt a true BDSM relationship.
AN: On the advice of reviewers, I've added a few more warnings to my story. I've decided I'd rather have more than less and cover my bases. Thank you. ^_^

Naruto sighed and closed the car door with a thud. He bent down awkwardly and hefted the bag from the pavement, slinging it over his shoulder with practiced ease. With heavy feet he made the final trek up the stairs of the white medium-sized mansion. Exhaustion poured from him in waves. It had been a long day and he was internally counting down the minutes until his head hit his favorite orange pillow.
The small body shifted in his grasp as they stirred from their slumber. Naruto froze on the top step, ‘shh’ing the child back to sleep. The little head shifted back against his shoulder, sighing in their renewed slumber.
Blue eyes shifted to the heavens, thanking whoever was looking down on them for this small miracle. As much as he loved the little girl in his arms he knew she was a little terror awake. He wanted to sleep sometime soon, not be up half the night with an unwieldy four-year-old.
Taking the last step towards the front door, Naruto slid the house key into the lock and pushed the door open. He crossed the threshold and closed the door as quietly as possible, locking it and setting the alarm. He placed the keys on the writing desk and dropped the bag quietly to the marbled floor. Next to go were his shoes as he kicked them off under the desk. It was a relief as he divested himself of the sneakers that were beginning to feel tight from the day’s exertions.
He’d been all over town, from one play date to the next, stopping at a birthday party for a few hours before spending the rest of the day at the playground. This was a typical Saturday in the life of Naruto Uzumaki—so much for his social life. Not that he was complaining. There was a little girl who needed him more.
Taking the stairs as quietly as possible, he slipped by the first three rooms and turned right down another hallway. Pausing in front of a door painted with tiny handprints and smudges, Naruto released another sigh. It looked like he would be spending most of his Sunday painting; again.
He pushed the door open and walked silently to the four-poster bed draped in flowing pink curtains. He laid the child on her bed and stepped over to the tall chest of drawers, pulling out a well-worn purple nightgown with a unicorn on the front.
Tanned fingers ran over the peeling picture, a smile tugging at his lips. She really lived in this nightgown; she’d probably wear it every day, all day if he let her.
Naruto took another step towards the bed and knelt. The first thing he pulled off was her little shoes that flashed when she walked. She loved to jump up and down just to see the lights flashing on the ground beneath her. The next thing to go was her jacket, something she hated to wear. The concept of changing seasons were lost on her innocent mind, but sure enough, Naruto knew that come January she’d come running down the stairs expecting to go swimming and in June she’d be bundled up ready to play in snow. She was a wild one.
Pulling off her pants and shedding her shirt was no easy task, especially when you’re trying not to rouse a sleeping child; but Naruto pulled it off like a pro. It was slightly more difficult to pull the nightgown on over her head, but again he succeeded.
Naruto stood up and stepped back, stretching his back muscles. Leaning forward, he tucked the pink blanket around the little girl and kissed her forehead, murmuring, “Sweet dreams, Sarada.”
He tiptoed through the room and shut the door softly, without a sound. Another sigh escaped his lips and he continued down the hallway. A bath was in order even though he was eager to sleep. Saturday’s always took a toll on him.
Pushing the door to his room open, Naruto tried hard not to just fall head first on his bed. It was really beckoning him. But no, he needed to clean the sand from his body. He grimaced at the feeling of granules in places he would rather not imagine how they got there. Shedding his clothes as he went, by the time he reached the shower he was completely naked.
He turned the knobs allowing water to flow through the shower head, inviting the dirty blond inside to cleanse himself. And he did just that, allowing the cascade of water to soothe his sore shoulders. Keeping up with a toddler was a job in itself let alone watching her. He couldn’t imagine a more hyper child, though Naruto’s mom assured him that he was even worse at that age.
Satisfied that he was fully clean, Naruto shut the water off and walked to the edge of the Jacuzzi tub to draw even more water, setting the jets whirling. In seconds the surface of the tub was bubbling away, inviting him to relax. He stepped in and sat down, groaning as one of the jets hit him between the shoulder blades and began to work at the tight knot. This was one of the few perks he could enjoy for the job he performed.
Not that his friends and family supported his decision when he told them. His mom cried the day he said he wanted no part of the corporate world and his dad frowned with disapproval. They expected better for him, wanted him to go to college and work a typical 9 to 5 job.
From a young age he rebelled against the idea, wanting something that would give him a bit of flexibility instead of rigid, mundane, and repetitive rituals. An office job was not his style. He loved the outdoors and loved to take pictures even more. There wasn’t a moment that went by when you wouldn’t see him with a camera—except for Saturdays. There wasn’t enough time in a day for that.
Naruto sighed and tilted his head to the side trying to stay awake. He fought valiantly, but the Sandman succeeded as the world darkened and the land of dreams brightened around him. He knew this dream well, one that haunted him every time he closed his eyes. And it always ended the same way.
Dark eyes loomed in the shadows of his dreams, though he didn’t know from what direction they were viewing him from. He never knew until the body was upon him, molding him against a chiseled chest as strong hands gripped him by the biceps. He was always at the mercy of this man, melting into compliance instantly.
His knees shook and an aching need made itself known between his legs. He wanted to reach down and stroke it, but that was against his rules. No touching unless he gave permission—and he never did.
“Please,” Naruto begged.
The man behind him released his grip and forced Naruto to his knees, his lithe fingers finding purchase in unruly golden hair. His mouth fell open expectantly when the grip in his hair forced his head backwards. Naruto knew how this went and he couldn’t wait.
A pulsing member rubbed along his lower lip, smearing pre-cum haphazardly before plunging inside. Even though he’d been expecting it, it always caught him by surprise when the pulsing cock hit the back of his throat triggering the gag reflex. Tears clung to his eye lashes, one escaping to mark a trail from cheek to chin.
A groan escaped the standing man, before he pulled out and thrust in again. The second thrust was always shallow, followed up by another shallow thrust, almost as if he was apologizing for being brutal. But Naruto didn't care as he swallowed, licking his way from base to tip.
A pink tongue swirled around the tip, pushing against the slit in the way he knew the dark man liked. He gazed up staring into hooded eyes and groaned. His cock throbbed between his legs aching to be touched—but he wasn’t allowed to touch himself.
With another groan Naruto took the cock into his mouth and sucked, his hand reaching up to pump where his mouth couldn’t reach. His other hand started to fondle the man’s sac before they smacked it away. There would be no touching there.
Naruto closed his eyes and thrust the cock farther into his mouth, humming around the length as he ran his tongue along the pulsing vein. He released the head with a ‘pop’ and smiled, his hand tugging on the turgid flesh, pumping it.
His tongue flicked out and licked at the clear bead of pre-cum, humming in satisfaction. He descended on the swollen length and gave a hearty suck causing the man above him to moan and tug on his blond hair, releasing into his waiting mouth.
Before he even had time to savor the moment, and without a word, the dark man pushed him away and receded into the darkness leaving Naruto quaking with need …
Water sloshed in the tub as Naruto jerked awake, blinking in rapid succession. He slid his body into an upright position and ran his wet and wrinkled hands through his drying hair. Eyes travelled to the clock radio on a shelf next to the sink, the time blinking 1a.m. With a deep sigh, he dropped his head on his arms, resting on the side of the tub.
Disgust rose within him as he relived his dreams. It was always the same dream and it never changed. Naruto wanted to smack himself, but refrained. It would serve no purpose, because as much as he hated to admit it, he enjoyed the dreams. It was far from ideal, but it was the only way he could touch the forbidden man. And that forbidden man would never know about his dreams.
The water shifted around Naruto’s body as he stood up and grabbed the towel folded neatly on the ledge of the tub. He was adamantly ignoring his hardened cock as he bent over and released the plug, staring at the water swirling down the drain.
Slipping into a pair of cotton pajama bottoms, he slung the towel over the bar and walked into his room. It was too dark for his liking as he fumbled his way towards his bed, stumbling over the bedside table as he stoved his big toe. It hurt and he wanted to cry out, but he manned up and dropped on the bed, his foot coming to rest on his right knee so he could rub the throbbing digit. He nearly jumped out of his skin as a light flickered on in the room, his employer standing in the doorway still dressed in his suit from work.
“Sasuke,” Naruto gasped and almost tripped in his haste to stand up. “What are you doing up so late?”
Sasuke arched an eyebrow and crossed his arms. “The same could be said for you.”
“Oh,” Naruto twittered. “I didn’t mean to disturb you. I just fell asleep in the tub.”
He laughed and rubbed at the back of his head feeling the damp strands brush against his wrinkled fingers.
“What time did you get in tonight?” Sasuke asked.
“Around 11, I wanted Sarada to run off all the sugar from the birthday party. She was still running around a quarter after ten before she deigned to listen to me.” Again Naruto laughed.
He stopped as soon as he realized Sasuke wasn’t laughing with him. Usually the little antics Sarada pulled had him smiling in pride, but not today. 'He must be pissed about something?' Naruto thought.
“That’s too late for her to be out,” Sasuke stated and stepped into the room. The door closed behind him with a snap.
Naruto looked up into Sasuke's eyes and swallowed. “I’ll have her home earlier then. No later than ten o’clock.”
“She’ll be starting school in the fall. I want her in bed no later than nine o’clock.”
A frown found its way to Naruto face, pulling at the corners of his mouth. “Isn’t it early for her to start school? She’s only four, Sasuke.”
“I was three when I started.”
“Oh,” Naruto said. He tried to wrap his mind around the thought of Sasuke being in school at three. He wondered what could be learned then that couldn’t be learned at six when normal kids started?
“My father wanted the best for me and I want the best for Sarada.”
“Of course you do,” Naruto agreed. It wasn’t like he didn’t know that. Sasuke had stepped up and cared for his daughter since the moment he found out he was going to be a father. Sasuke even challenged his own father when Fugaku demanded an abortion. He made it clear there would be no bastard Uchiha in his family. So Sasuke married Sarada’s mother, Karin.
It was a doomed marriage from the start. Karin had no inclination to raise a child and instead spent her days running up Sasuke’s credit cards until they reached their limit. She was usually found in one of the Country Clubs the Uchiha family belonged to chatting away about the latest designer handbag she’d purchased or could be found in one of her exes’ beds. Not that Sasuke cared who his wife was sleeping with, as long as it wasn’t him. He didn’t care what Karin did so long as he was left out of it; until the debt piled up and he couldn’t earn money faster than she was spending it. All attempts to reign in his wife proved futile.
At the end of his rope Sasuke finally laid down the law and cut up his credit cards. Karin was given a weekly allowance to live on; an eighth of what she was spending. It was safe to say that she didn’t take kindly to this and an argument ensued. It was one of epic proportions that involved no less than six neighbors and ten police officers to restrain the two. In anger, Karin stormed out of the Uchiha mansion and never stepped foot inside again.
Naruto had moved in a week later to help care for Sarada; that was three years ago. That’s right, Naruto was a live-in babysitter.
“I know you want the best for Sarada. I want the same thing too, but still, don’t you think you’re rushing it?”
“Are you trying to tell me how to raise my daughter?” Sasuke asked, his brow shooting upwards.
“I’ve been telling you how to do that since before I moved in,” Naruto said.
“Hn,” Sasuke admitted.
Truth be told, he wouldn’t have been able to raise Sarada if it hadn’t been for Naruto stepping up when Karin reneged on her responsibility to be a mother. It still baffled him how Naruto and Karin could be related and yet, be complete opposites. Then he reminded himself that they were only cousins.
“Did you like going to school at three?” Naruto asked.
“I went,” Sasuke growled.
“That’s not what I asked.”
“I want her on the new schedule starting tomorrow.”
“That’s my day off,” Naruto snapped.
Sasuke grunted and turned away. “By the way, Sarada’s door needs painted. You need to stop letting her do that shit.”
Naruto swelled with anger. It wasn’t like he hadn’t spent his day off painting before! He didn’t need Sasuke to tell him that. But that wasn’t what pissed him off. It was the fact that Sasuke wasn’t letting Sarada be a little girl. What the hell was wrong with a door painted with smudges and hand prints anyway. No one ever saw the upstairs but the three of them!
“I think the door is just fine. You don’t let her have fun-”
“Like you do,” Sasuke interrupted, turning back towards Naruto.
“Or let her use her imagination!” Naruto argued.
“Imagination?” Sasuke asked incredulous. “Like your over-active imagination?”
Naruto knit his brow in confusion. “What are talking about?”
“I’m talking about what you imagine, dobe. Do you think it’s appropriate for my daughter?”
Naruto was still confused and his face showed it. His hands came up and crossed over his stomach subconsciously, cocooning himself. There was something in Sasuke’s tone that he dreaded.
“I’m referring to this!” Sasuke held up the orange journal Naruto wrote in every day.
Naruto’s face drained of color rapidly and he felt like he was going to be sick. 'How did he find that?' he asked himself, shocked. 'Was he holding it the whole time?' The shock was short-lived as anger consumed him. That was a private journal for his thoughts, not something Sasuke could read when he liked! “What the hell, bastard! Who gave you permission to read that?”
Naruto lunged for the book, but Sasuke tugged it away. “I don’t need permission, Naruto.”
“That’s an invasion of privacy, now give it back!” Naruto snarled.
“Why?” Sasuke demanded. “So you can fill it with more garbage?”
“It’s not garbage, it’s my private thoughts!”
Naruto made a second attempt to retrieve his journal, but Sasuke easily sidestepped him. Reaching out he gripped Naruto’s upper arm and tugged it behind his back, forcing the struggling nanny against the mattress as he forced his knee into the small of Naruto’s back.
Not one to give up, Naruto struggled against Sasuke’s hold for ten minutes before exhaustion set in. He lay panting across the end of his bed completely at Sasuke’s mercy.
Sasuke tugged on the pinned arm forcing a groan of pain from Naruto. “Is this how you think of me?” he snarled and threw the book down on the bed in front of Naruto’s face.
Naruto grit his teeth against the pain refusing to look at his journal; the journal that he wrote his dreams of Sasuke in. He never identified the man as such, never wrote his name for this very reason. How could he be so foolish as to think Sasuke wouldn’t realize he fantasized about being fucked by him? Not that his dreams ever got that far. Naruto felt like crying.
“Answer me!”
“Yes!” Naruto screamed. “Yes, that’s how I think of you, bastard. Now let me go!”
“It’s disgusting!” Sasuke sneered.
“I know!”
“Then why? What have I done to make you think I would do something like that? Tell me!”
“I don’t know!”
“LIAR!”
“I’m not lying!” Naruto yelled.
“Then I will just have to show you how wrong your perception of me is, Naruto!” Sasuke snapped and tugged at his tie.
He pulled the material from the collar of his shirt and bound Naruto’s wrists to the nearest bedpost. He took a step back and surveyed the struggling blond before reaching out and forcing the cotton pajama pants around Narutos knees.
Naruto gasped as cold air hit his bottom and dread filled his heart. ‘What's he doing?’ he asked himself, slightly panicked.
“Every time you write about your dreams you never seem to get past my pleasure, Naruto. Do you really believe that I would take and not give back?”
Naruto went to open his mouth, but Sasuke cut him off. “Think before you answer Naruto, because this can go one of two ways.”
Naruto swallowed thickly as Sasuke’s hand brushed the skin of his exposed rear, setting goosebumps over his flesh.
“Yes,” he admitted.
He couldn’t see Sasuke’s face but he could feel the scowl directed at the back of his head.
“What have I done to make you think that?”
“Nothing!” Naruto blurted out before he could think.
SMACK!
His eyes shot wide and he gasped in pain as Sasuke stuck him across his ass. ‘What the hell!’ he thought.
“Tell me the truth!”
“I am!” Naruto lied.
That earned another strike from the angered Uchiha. “What have I done Naruto?”
“I don’t know!”
Naruto flinched expecting another sting of pain, what he wasn’t expecting was the way Sasuke's fingers ran soothing circles over his rump. He sucked in his bottom lip trying to hold back a moan. He fought and won; but just barely.
“Do you really think of me as a bastard?” Sasuke asked, his hand retreating from the tanned and smarting flesh.
“What the hell sort of question is that!” Naruto demanded.
SMACK!
“Ok! Yes, you’re a bastard! Are you satisfied?” Naruto bellowed, tears stinging his eyes. That last smack really hurt!
“No, Naruto; I’m not satisfied. Tell me what makes me a bastard in your eyes?”
Naruto’s mouth fell open as he floundered for words. ‘Should I tell him?’ he questioned himself. Shaking his head, Naruto remained closed off.
SMACK!
“Stop doing that asshole!”
“No!”
SMACK!
“Teme!”
SMACK!
“STOP!” Naruto choked, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Sasuke paused just before his palm connected with the reddened skin. He took a step back from the bent figure tied to the end of the bed and ran his hand through his raven locks. ‘What the hell am I doing to him?’ Sasuke thought.
“That is what makes you a bastard,” Naruto hiccupped. “You don’t care, you don’t feel; it seems all you know is how to hurt a person—except for Sarada.”
The last part was barely a whisper and Sasuke frowned. He wanted to hear what Naruto had to say, it was his right to know!
“What did you say?”
“I said,” Naruto stated his voice abnormally loud in the room. “Except for Sarada. Anyone can see that you love her, that you take care of her. She’s precious to you. But you treat everyone else around you like they're inferior!”
“And do you feel inferior to me, Naruto?” Sasuke asked.
Naruto resisted the urge to roll his eyes and snarled. “Just look at who’s tied to a bed with their ass exposed and you have your answer.”
“I didn’t know you felt like that Naruto. I will rectify that immediately.” Without another word, Sasuke wrapped his hands around tan hips as he knelt, kneading the supple flesh.
Before Naruto had time to think he felt a tongue run over his sore butt cheek, another gasp escaping him. “Wha-wha-what are yo-you do-doing!” he stuttered.
Naruto’s heart rate increased considerably, pounding against his rib cage with a newfound ferocity. His vision blurred as the blood rushed in his head, thumping against his eardrums. He felt dizzy and light-headed; and Sasuke hadn’t even done anything to him but run a tongue over his red-hot cheek!
Forcing two of his own fingers into his mouth, Sasuke sucked on his digits, coating them with saliva. Pulling apart the rounded globes in front of his face, Sasuke pushed against Naruto's puckered asshole, Naruto growling at the intrusion.
“What are you doing?”
Sasuke paused briefly, his eyes darting to the back of Naruto’s head. “Is this not what you want me to do, Naruto? Or where the words you wrote in your journal false?”
A blush darkened his features and he hung his head. It was shameful how he longed for what he couldn’t have, but he wouldn’t deny it now. Sasuke already knew how he felt; he was just being a bastard by using it against him. Naruto wanted to cry. He never planned for Sasuke to know about this; how much he loved the Uchiha. ‘Thank god I never wrote those words! I would never be able to live it down,’ he thought. ‘How did he find my journal anyway?’
“How did you find my journal, Sasuke?” Naruto deadpanned.
Sasuke’s breath caught in his throat. There was nothing of the usual Naruto in that tone of voice. ‘Have I gone too far with him?’ he wondered. “Sarada found it," Sasuke said. "She had it this morning before you ever woke up.”
“And you just spent the entire day reading it?” Naruto questioned, his voice straining with anger and shame.
“I would be lying if I didn’t say your inner thoughts intrigued me.”
“You had no right!”
“I had every right! This is my home and you live in it,” Sasuke snapped.
Naruto gasped, cutting Sasuke off from any further comments. He realized a second too late what he just said; now he couldn’t take it back. “That is not what-”
“Don’t lie bastard,” Naruto interrupted. His voice was flat and held no warmth in tone. It felt like a stinging blow to Sasuke.
“I’m not lying, Naruto,” Sasuke admitted. Sighing, he ran his hand through his hair again. “Of course this is your home, too.”
“Save it, Sasuke. I don’t care to hear your apology.”
Anger boiled inside Sasuke and he struck at the red-hot cheek again.
Naruto howled and arched his back against the pain, his nails biting into the comforter. “Oww,” Naruto groaned.
“Oww is right,” Sasuke snapped. ‘It serves him right for refusing my apology. I don’t apologize to just anyone!’ he thought.
“Are you done?” Naruto asked through gritted teeth, hiccupping.
“Not by a long shot,” Sasuke promised.
He stalked from Naruto’s room and into the adjoining bathroom, rummaging noisily through the cabinet, searching. Finding what he was looking for, he made his way back to Naruto’s side.
“I will make you ache in places you never experienced before.”
And despite himself, Naruto shivered at the implications. ‘He can’t mean what he says?’ Naruto asked himself. He heard the snap of a cap and the sound of an unknown liquid being forced from a bottle. His heart accelerated again as he felt a warm hand at his entrance; pushing, intruding.
Naruto wanted to protest, but Sasuke’s other hand slapped over his mouth. With his protests muffled, he took to struggling and squirming when a second finger pushed inside him and stretched. It was nothing like he'd ever experienced before—being the virgin that he was. The feeling of being full was amazing, but the pain was barely tolerable. And it was only two fingers!
Naruto grunted against the hand clamped over his mouth, breathing in deeply as he focused less on the pain. Any thought was over-rode when Sasuke pushed in a third digit. He clawed at the bunched comforter, his head hitting the top of his bed as tears flowed freely now. He never expected the pain to be so … painful. And then all sensation was gone as the hand over his mouth retreated and the finger’s deserted his body, leaving behind a stinging ache in its wake.
His breathing was harsh; harsher than it had ever been as he sucked in air in shallow puffs. The back of his legs hurt from being bent over the bed and his knees hurt from supporting his weight on the hardwood floor. His body shivered from the chill of the night air filtering through his opened window, the sheer curtains fluttering with the breeze. He was too tired to turn around and see where Sasuke had gone, but he could hear rummaging behind him and knew the Uchiha wasn’t far off. He saw the cloth slide in his field of vision a second too late. The cloth bit into his mouth as he struggled against the silencing material unsuccessfully.
With deft fingers Sasuke had the material tied in place, effectively freeing up both of his hands. And he intended to use those hands. He gripped tan hips and forced Naruto’s bottom flush with his hardened length. He wanted Naruto to know he meant business here. With great care, he pushed in slowly; grunting at the tight passage and the pressure Naruto was exerting to expel him. Only Naruto would fight an Uchiha; even during sex.
"Relax, Naruto," Sasuke grunted.
Tears streamed down Naruto’s face, his pain laced voice muffled from the gag. But he forced his body to relax. There were no words to describe what he was feeling as he felt Sasuke push all the way in and pull out only to thrust back in. Naruto wanted to hold back the grunt of pleasure, to deny Sasuke the pleasure of hearing it. But it forced its way out anyway. One after the other as Sasuke set a fast pace of in and out, in and out.
Naruto’s hips where kneaded raw, his tan skin stained red as Sasuke pounded against his stinging rear. With a desire to taste his skin, Sasuke bit into Naruto’s shoulder; leaving a mark. A pink tongue flicked out to lick and suck the reddened splotch making sure the mark stayed. Naruto's body arched beneath him in pleasure and Sasuke smirked. He released a hip and snaked his hand over Naruto’s abdomen and up his chest to tweak a pert nipple. His other hand reached down to rub circles on an inner thigh.
Naruto gasped and shivered; his breath hitching. His blue eyes rolled into the back of his head as he threw his head back in pleasure. He momentarily ceased breathing when Sasuke’s firm hand gripped his cock and pumped, his thumb flicking over the swollen head. He whined as he felt the approaching climax stir within the depths of his gut. ‘I don’t want this to be over!’ Naruto lamented as he released into Sasuke’s waiting hand.
Satisfied that he got Naruto off first, he pounded into the pliant body beneath him as the walls clamped around his length. He knew he wasn’t far off if the coil in his gut was anything to go by.
With one last thrust Sasuke released, coating Naruto on the inside with his seed, something the Uchiha found greatly satisfying. Panting heavily Sasuke reached over the spent body beneath him and untied the bindings. He caught Naruto against his chest and embraced him tightly, kissing just below a tanned ear. Sasuke whispered ever so softly, “I love you, Naruto.”
Blue eyes snapped open and turned to stare at Sasuke. He saw nothing but seriousness in the face of his employer and swallowed. Sasuke reached up and pulled the gag down around his neck, his fingers tracing along Naruto's jaw line.
“I love you,” Sasuke whispered again. He kissed the tanned neck and inhaled the musky scent Naruto was exuding. It was intoxicating.
“You can’t mean that,” Naruto muttered, shaking his head.
“But I do,” Sasuke assured.
Naruto shook his head against the thought. ‘Was all this to show me how much he loved me? No, Sasuke can’t love me!’ “Why me?” he asked.
Sasuke exhaled and pulled Naruto tighter against his chest. “It was always you, dobe.”
Unable to grasp Sasuke's words, unwilling to believe them, Naruto cried. “And Karin?”
“That was never meant to happen. I wanted nothing to do with her.” Sasuke breathed heavily. “She drugged and used me to get herself pregnant.”
Naruto felt like a block of ice slid into his stomach. That was his cousin Sasuke was talking ill about, she was Sarada’s mother; but he couldn’t help but believe it true. He had heard Karin planning that very scenario...
He just never thought she would go through with it. “I think I recall warning you what she was planning, teme.”
Sasuke snorted in self-derision. “I obviously didn’t believe you, dobe.”
“Obviously.”
Sasuke frowned as his hand ran along Naruto’s arm, raising goosebumps in its wake. “You know she was envious of you.”
Naruto paused. “Me? Why would she? What was there to be envious of?”
“Isn’t it obvious?" Sasuke said, kissing Naruto's jaw. "I’ve liked you for ages. I planned to ask you out senior year, but everything turned upside down before I could. I was torn in so many directions, yet you were always there for me; always my constant. Karin was envious and threatened to go through with the abortion if I didn’t marry her and distance myself from you.
“I knew you would hate me if I allowed that to happen, so I proposed and married her. I never expected to love Sarada as whole-heartedly as I do. She was my shining light in this nightmare.”
“I love her, too,” Naruto admitted. How could he not love his little cousin?
Sasuke smirked. “I want you out of this room by tomorrow, Naruto.”
He stiffened in the Uchiha’s grasp, dread filling his soul. ‘What? Didn’t he just say that he,’ Naruto cut off his internal monologue. ‘So that’s how it is.’
“Of course, I’ll be gone by tomorrow,” he stated blandly, feeling used.
Sasuke smirked again. “I know it’s your day off, but I’ll need your help shopping for new bedding for our room. That includes picking out a new furniture suit and we may as well go ring shopping while we're at it.”
It was safe to say that Naruto was now confused beyond belief. With a quirk of his eye and a frown on his face he whispered, “Ring shopping?”
“Of course, dobe; so everyone knows you belong with me. Not that they don’t already know that; I was just waiting for the divorce to be final before I made it official.”
“Divorce?” Naruto muttered dazedly.
“Yes, I’m now officially a divorced man.”
“But the … j-journal …?”
“Hmm, yes that thing,” Sasuke muttered in distaste. “I will, of course, be purchasing you a new one. The only thing you will be writing about is our daily encounters wherever they happen to occur and not your fictitious dreams. I will be burning it as soon as possible.”
“I thought you were disgusted that I liked you physically,” Naruto mumbled meekly.
“I was thrilled when I read that, what disgusted me was the lack of pleasure on your part; as if I would ever let you hang like that!”
Naruto felt his breath hitch and suddenly had the urge to reach forward and kiss the Uchiha.
Sasuke beat him to it as he bent forward and attached himself to plump, pink lips. He pulled back smirking like he just won the lottery as Naruto sat dazed and half-naked in his lap.
Reaching up, Naruto placed a chaste kiss to the corner of the Uchiha’s mouth and stated, “I love you, too.”

AN: I don't know if this qualifies as a BDSM fic or not? I'm not sure if it's a PWP either?
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