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Lucky at Cards, Lucky in Love	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 724 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto nor make profit of it. Kishimoto owns it.

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Author's note: First of all, this is dedicated to Meehalla, because it's her birthday today! Happy birthday, sweetheart! Second of all, I'm going to be a weirdo again. How? Because this oneshot actually belongs to a universe I have yet to post *angelic smile* This belongs to the same universe as 'The Dotted Line' which is something I'm still working on so that hasn't been posted yet. But! I wanted to give my friend something for her birthday, yet didn't want to rush 'The Dotted Line' and have it end up being a shitshow, so this idea was born instead!
A bit of background for this universe: Neji became king, but is dissatisfied with the current size of his kingdom. In order to secure success in enlarging his kingdom, he marries Naruto, a rare Omega. Still not satisfied, he then makes a contract with a devil, who in return for helping Neji expand his kingdom demands that Naruto bears his first child. As it turns out, Naruto ends up feeling not so opposed to the devil's visits ...
Warnings: Naruto's pov; alternate universe; medievalish setting; established slash; vague MPreg; Omega Naruto; mature content; arranged marriage; Devil Sasuke
Dedicated to: Meehalla.
I hope you'll like this!
Lucky at Cards, Lucky in Love
A knock on the door to his quarters had Naruto looking up, lowering the flower crown he was working on. He still hadn't completely mastered the skill of working flowers into crowns, but at least this one actually resembled a crown, so progress was being made.
"Yes, come in!" he called out, knowing it had to be a servant. The king wouldn't even bother knocking and would simply enter, regardless of Naruto's wishes.
The sight of a red haired maid dressed in a simple black tunic had him raising his eyebrow, for she was not a maid belonging to their household. She smiled and bowed; a brown package carefully held against her chest.
"Good evening, my lord, I apologise for disturbing you," she spoke, straightening up once more.
The sun was setting slowly outside, turning her red hair even more vibrant than it already was when the last remaining sunrays spilt across her.
"You're not disturbing me," he reassured her and turned around fully, eyeing the package curiously. "Did he send you?"
Because there was no one else he could think of who would manage to send a maid not belonging to the castle to the 'Queen's' chambers without encountering any trouble. Truly, he was a very lucky man. Or perhaps not a man perse …
She smiled demurely. "He did. He asked me to bring you this package. He carries the hope that you will wear this for him when he visits you tonight."
His heart started thudding a bit quicker; his gaze now positively glued onto the package as he wondered what kind of clothes it could contain that would have the other one asking him to wear it tonight.
He cleared his throat when he tore his eyes away from the bundle, only to meet her amused face. "I suppose I'm not opposed to wearing his gift," he mumbled, resisting the urge to scratch the back of his neck.
She bowed once more. "My master will be very grateful. Would you like my assistance with putting this on, my lord?"
"No, no, do not worry about it," he dismissed her gently. "I will manage it. Thank you for bringing it to me."
"The pleasure is all mine, my lord," she smiled and placed the package on the bed. She inclined her head this time in lieu of a bow. "I wish you a pleasant evening, my lord."
"Likewise," he smiled and waited until she had disappeared before he rose up, his curiosity unable to be contained any longer.
The band tying the package together was dark red and made of silk and he shook his head bemused. Silk didn't seem an appropriate type to tie a package with, but when questioned he would probably formulate some sort of reasoning as to why he had used it. The knot was easily untied and the paper crinkled softly when he opened it, pushing the paper to the side. His breathing hitched when he laid eyes on the content and his cheeks flared, heat instantly exploding in them when he cautiously touched a strap, as if the piece would instantly explode. His stomach performed several flips when he shook his present open, spreading it out across the sheets.
He stood there, cheeks aflame, staring at his gift.
Well, this certainly explained why he wanted Naruto to wear this tonight.
The king accosted him when he was making his way through the corridors, having enjoyed a bath before retiring to his quarters for the night. Purple eyes narrowed slightly when they took in the black robe Naruto had wrapped around itself. They lingered at his waist before they snapped back to his face.
"He visiting you again?" Neji asked; disdain audible in his voice.
Naruto barely resisted the urge to bristle; irritation making him curl his fingers around the edges of the soft sleeves. "Yes, he is," he answered curtly, coming to a halt when it was clear that Neji wouldn't move.
The king was blocking the hallway, standing resolutely in the middle. "How many times does that make it this month alone?" he sneered; his eyes flashing with barely restrained ire.
"I don't know," Naruto answered flippantly, offering him a bland smile. "I do not keep count."
"I do not appreciate how much of your time he takes up," Neji said; his jaw clenched.
Not for the first time Naruto's hand positively itched to slap the other man. "Perhaps you should have thought of that sooner before you agreed to the contract," he said coolly.
Neji blanched and Naruto took opportunity of his brief moment of speechlessness to sweep past him, unwilling to keep arguing with him. The gall Neji had to complain about Naruto's time being taken up by the other one! Whose fault was it that they were in this situation now? Certainly not Naruto's!
Stewing, he stormed into his quarters, striding straight towards his bedroom. He stopped right in front of the mirror and without allowing himself to doubt or hesitate, he shrugged off the robe. He was careful to hang the robe over the chair, unwilling to dirty it by dropping it onto the floor. That done, he took a deep breath and faced the mirror once more, taking in the sight which greeted him.
The gift he'd received, was a pretty but none too subtle red undergarment. It was held up by flimsy thin straps and while it reached down until right above his knees, it was tight around his chest up until right above his stomach. It flared open around his stomach, resting loose and airy around his skin. Depending on how the light fell, the undergarment appeared somewhat see-through, allowing glimpses of Naruto's skin. The fabric was soft and smooth and looked too expensive and too pretty to be wasted as simple sleepwear, especially with the tiny crystals embroidered along the border of the collar. The red undergarment itself had silver stars stitched across its body, which glistened underneath the light of the candles.
It was not something Naruto would naturally gravitate towards and seeing himself dressed in this, he felt both embarrassed yet strangely elated at the same time. He closed his eyes, running his hands across the smooth expanse of the undergarment, feeling the barely there raised edges of the stars stitched onto it.
When he opened his eyes, he was standing right behind him; glowing black eyes capturing his own blue ones while strong, pale arms wrapped around his stomach, hands cupping it carefully, pressing the cloth against his skin.
"You're a vision," the devil purred into his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. "I knew you would look amazing in red."
"Always so sure, hm?" Naruto murmured, but couldn't stop himself from pressing his back into the other man's chest when those devious hands slipped underneath his undergarment, sliding across the naked expanse of his belly.
"You're going to deny that you look absolutely stunning?"
Naruto snorted inelegantly, watching the other one smirk. "I can try, but you would not listen to me, would you, Sasuke?"
"Not if listening to you means hearing you degrade yourself," Sasuke said, drawing his hands gently up and down. "You have nothing to be ashamed of."
"I'm certain there are some who would disagree with that," Naruto smiled wryly, watching how the last remains of ash and fire flickered out of existence, solidifying Sasuke's presence behind him completely. Only the vaguest smell of sulphur remained before that was vanquished as well.
"Hm, the king not happy with my visit?" Sasuke asked innocently, as if he were not the direct cause of the king's current mood.
"An understatement," Naruto huffed, but found a sliver of amusement in all of this. Truly, for someone who had agreed to the contract, Neji acted like a wilful child most of the time, even though he was reaping the rewards of his 'negotiations'.
"Yet you are not with him, soothing his ire," Sasuke remarked; his eyes glistening mischievously.
"Like I told him: he should have thought about this before agreeing to your contract," Naruto said. "He does not have the right to complain about something he caused because of his ambition."
If the latter was dripping with some resentment, neither one of them remarked on it. What would it even do, talking about it? The wheels of fate had been set in motion and all they could do was follow the tide and discover where it would lead them.
"Any particular reason why you wanted me to wear this?" Naruto questioned curiously, choosing to change the subject. "Or do you just take enjoyment in sending your own staff through this castle, bypassing security every time?"
That amused smirk was back on the devil's face. "I do take some enjoyment in how easy it is to deceive him," Sasuke answered easily; a faint frown briefly crossing his face. "Although I am not fully amused considering just how easy it is to reach you."
He shook his head before Naruto could say anything to that. "For the most part, however, I simply take pleasure in seeing you enjoy the gifts I sent you."
Naruto flushed red when black eyes raked over his body in the mirror, lingering on his stomach. Unlike Neji's gaze earlier on, there was no resentment or disgust painting that look, only desire and pride.
"How are you two doing?" Sasuke's voice dipped an octave, turning low and intimate; his strokes slow and lingering on each side of Naruto's belly.
In the mirror Naruto watched slender fingers sweep up and down across his stomach; the gentle swell of it unable to be hidden behind the split part of the undergarment. Like this, belly bared and cupped between two strong hands, there was no denying what was growing inside of him. Soon even if his official robes would no longer conceal the truth.
He smiled, resting his own hands on top of the pair caressing him. "We're doing both fine," he promised. "No complaints here."
"That's good to hear," Sasuke said and then he turned him around, fingers sliding underneath Naruto's chin in order to lift up his head.
Blue eyes met black ones before Sasuke bent down, sealing their lips together in a kiss which was starting to feel more familiar to Naruto than the kisses he shared with his husband ever did. Perhaps this was how it could have been between him and the king as well if only he had been given more time to get to know him.
That might be the wrong thing to say, Naruto mused while Sasuke lifted him up easily, bringing him to the bed. After all, it was not as if he and Sasuke had known each other for years already.
In spite of how this situation between them came to be, however, it would be foolish to deny what was between them. Devil he might be, but Naruto believed that if Sasuke truly did not care for him, he would not be doing this. He would not be lowering him onto his lap, wrapping Naruto's spread legs around his waist. He would not be drawing him into one sweet kiss after the other, letting the passion – the sort of passion all those forbidden books spoke of, the type Naruto was regretfully missing between him and the king – build steadily between them until Naruto's blood sang with it and his body shuddered underneath its force. He would not waste his time caressing every available piece of bared skin, long after Naruto started to whine; the build-up of heat in his lower belly becoming harder and harder to ignore.
He could easily make do with a simple visit once a week to ensure Naruto wasn't trying to break off the contract. He did not need to draw him in sweet embraces or whisper even sweeter words in his ear. His touches need not be this gentle, this passionate, this burning as lips and tongue carved a path for themselves out of Naruto's all too willing skin, as fingers touched and caressed and stroked and teased. He did not need to look down at him with burning, glowing eyes; the heat behind them making Naruto flush and glance away, becoming too hot and bothered.
Certainly there was no need for him to gift Naruto beautiful trinkets or delicate clothing or sweep him away for a night out at a beautiful forest or a serene lake. No need for gentle forehead kisses or fingers softly running through his hair as he nodded off when exhaustion turned out to be too strong to resist. Not necessary for him to hold hands as he showed Naruto all sorts of wonders the younger man had thought he would never be able to see, fixed as the statues he had become in the castle.
No need for sweet nothings whispered against his growing belly, black eyes focused before they would look at Naruto and soften just the tiniest bit, lips pulling up in a smile.
It might be fake, all of this, all the sweet words, the caresses, the kisses. Sasuke was, after all, the devil and everyone knew demons could not be trusted, intent as they were on deceiving humans and leading them off the straight path. And yet Naruto found himself unable to heed all the warnings those books spoke about. If this was to last only until the devil had gained his reward from the contract, then so be it. Until that moment came Naruto was content to delude himself, let himself believe in dreams he'd given up a long time ago.
"Your highness," Sasuke murmured, not a single trace of mocking, as he plunged deep inside of Naruto, making him gasp and cling onto broad shoulders, letting himself be driven into the mattress. Still even with the passion coursing through both their bodies, Sasuke was careful with him, unwilling to put too much pressure on his stomach in this position.
Black eyes, tinged with a hint of red now, caught his before Sasuke bent down, capturing his mouth in a deep kiss; a kiss which had him mewling and moaning, his whole body shuddering with every deep thrust, every hard plunge of that thick cock inside of him. His mind reeling, growing foggy with lust, he could do nothing but gasp and throw his head back when their mouths parted. Soon those devious lips landed on his throat, marking a hot path towards the side of his neck, where his skin throbbed and heated up underneath Sasuke's ministrations.
Tomorrow he would look at his soiled undergarment and be embarrassed, hiding it from the staff as he tried to figure out how to properly clean it. Tomorrow his neck would be marked and Neji would make further snide remarks if they happened to come across each other and he would see those marks in Naruto's neck, would know what they meant. Tomorrow he would be limping slightly even whilst doing his best to hide it and the staff would giggle or look disapprovingly at him as if he were a mere concubine and not their 'Queen'.
That was all tomorrow. Tomorrow could wait. Tonight he had Sasuke and that was enough.
For now.
The End
AN2: This is also a way of me to figure out how 'The Dotted Line' will be received when I'm finally ready to post it LOL Meehalla, I hope this was a good teaser for the actual story! I hope this wasn't too awful!
Please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me.
I hope to see you all back in my future stories! Please stay safe and take care of yourselves!
Cuddles
Melissa
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