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The Words I Couldn't Say	By : vampireunicorn Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1412 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Here's chapter Ten; I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think ^^
Chapter Ten
July 21^st – 1 Month and 25 days to the Wedding
Naruto stifled a yawn with the back of his hand as he loaded his suitcase into the boot of his car. Despite all good intentions, he had fallen asleep as soon as he had got back home; in his defence, it was three am by then, and he had to get up at seven at the absolute latest. He had woken up to find that his mum had packed for him, something that was potentially either really good or really bad. He hadn’t decided which yet, since he had woken up at twenty past seven, and so had not had the chance to check what she had included.
His breakfast had been two cups of extra strong coffee, and a full thermos sat on the passenger seat of his car. He was seriously regretting his decision to drive, and was envying the Uchiha and their chauffer’s. Naruto yawned again; his mind inexorably going back to his lover. He hoped that the time apart would do Sasuke some good. He was actually a bit worried about him; Sasuke had seemed awfully broken last night, and Naruto hated to leave him like that. He had thought that if Sasuke realised how hard being apart would be that he would cancel the wedding, yet the stubborn bastard seemed more determined than ever to go through with it. And hurting more than ever because of it.
Naruto looked up at the sky; the sun had been up for hours, but was concealed by heavy grey clouds. He hoped that the enforced separation worked; he found himself wondering what would happen if Sasuke did go ahead with the wedding. How long would Sasuke be able to keep up the sham marriage? Naruto liked to think that he would be strong enough to stay away from Sasuke; the idea of being his mistress…or whatever the male equivalent was, did not appeal.
Naruto shook himself; there was no point wondering about things like that, because even if Sasuke didn’t cancel the wedding, Naruto was going to stop it; there was no way that Sakura, or anyone else for that matter, was having what was his.
Naruto took a swig out of his thermos, wrinkling his nose at the bitter taste. He had maybe gone a little bit over the top on the coffee; it was far thicker than it should be he could still feel the viscous liquid sliding down his throat. He checked the clock on the dashboard before starting the engine; it was eight o’clock, so he wasn’t too late.
He slowly started down the driveway. Trying to yawn and keep his eyes open at the same time. A black car pulled up at the end of the drive with a screech of breaks, and someone leaped out of it, charging towards him. For a split second Naruto thought it was Sasuke, but the hair was wrong; long and red, it streamed out behind the person. Who was still charging towards his moving car. Belatedly, Naruto put on the breaks, spilling thick coffee everywhere as the thermos tipped over. The person jumped, and landed on the bonnet of his car with a thud.
Naruto, heart pounding with adrenaline stared into red eyes, which stared back at him impassively. He thought that he might have a heart attack; for an instant he had been sure that he was going to run her over.
Karin smiled, and jumped off of the car, opening the passenger door, and sat down next to Naruto. There were two distinct boot prints on the bonnet of Naruto’s car.
Naruto turned his head to stare at her. He wondered if she had come to kill him for defiling her precious Sasuke. He remembered the Sakura doll he had seen with a small shudder. Maybe he should have run her over.
“I think we should take my car,” she said, running her fingers through her red hair. She very carefully scooped up a lump of coffee that was sliming its way towards her, and flicked it out of the window.
Naruto blinked, his sleep deprived mind still trying to catch up. “Huh?” he managed. She wasn’t trying to kill him, so that was good. What exactly she was trying to do he was still unclear on.
Karin rolled her eyes. “For the journey; my car is bigger. Well, technically it’s Sasuke’s car, but he told me to take it, and I think that he meant all the way, rather than just here. What did you do to him? He seemed really out of it.”
Naruto continued to stare at her. “Huh?”
“Oh, I see, the two of you were up all night shagging. I think it’s best if I drive. If you crash and kill us, Sasuke will have me resurrected just so he can kill me again.”
Naruto was out of his car, and strapped into the passenger seat of Sasuke’s when his brain finally caught up. He spun around in the seat, almost strangling himself with the belt, watching as Karin moved his luggage from his car and deposited it in the boot of Sasuke’s. It was one of Sasuke’s own cars, he realised, rather than the Uchiha family car that Karin normally drove.
He was still unsure why she was there, and apparently accompanying him. He thought back over her words; despite her irrational hatred of Sakura, she didn’t seem to have a problem with Naruto and Sasuke being together, so she wasn’t there to harm him in anyway. It sounded like Sasuke had asked her to come with him. He couldn’t decide whether Sasuke wanted her to keep him safe, which was stupid because Naruto could take care of himself, or if he had sent her along to make sure that Naruto didn’t stray, which was even more ridiculous, as Naruto only had eyes for Sasuke.
Karin slipped into the driver’s seat, and started the engine.
“Uhh, what are you doing?” Naruto asked. “Did Sasuke send you to check up on me?”
“You know what, I don’t know. He was a bit strange when he summoned me this morning.” She spun the car around, punching in a post code on the Sat-Nav. Naruto wondered if he should be freaked out that she knew exactly where he was going.
Naruto narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean, strange?” He asked. He was half tempted to tell Karin to swing by the Uchiha mansion, just so he could check on Sasuke, but he was already late, and if he kept on running to Sasuke, the Uchiha would continue to take advantage of him. Being apart was going to be good for Sasuke; Naruto repeated the mantra several times in his head, hoping that this would make it true, that Sasuke would quickly see that he couldn’t be without him, and call off the wedding.
“Just…strange.” Karin replied. “Different. He said that he didn’t want you to be alone, and that I should go with you. He gave me something to give to you, too.”
“What did he give you? I was with him last night, why couldn’t he give it to me himself?”
Karin shrugged, her eyes fixed on the road. “I didn’t ask, and he didn’t say. Oh, but he did say not to give it to you straight away.”
“What? Why would you tell me about it now, then? I really want to know what it is!”
Karin shrugged again. “I’m just doing what Sasuke asked me to do. Besides, it’s in the boot with my stuff, so I couldn’t give it to you now, anyway.”
Naruto folded his arms and scowled at the road in front of them. He could sense that this was going to be a long journey. He wondered if there was any way of getting rid of Karin after their first stop.
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They reached the hotel only a little later than Naruto had originally planned, mainly due to the fact that Karin drove like a maniac. Naruto hadn’t been able to sleep, or even really relax on the journey as he had spent most of it thinking that he was going to die. The next problem became immediately apparent as they checked into the hotel. Only one room was booked. Naruto tried to get a separate room for Karin, but there was a wedding on, and all the other rooms were fully booked. Weddings, Naruto decided, were the bane of his life.
“I don’t mind sleeping on the floor,” Karin declared.
Naruto rolled his eyes. “My mum will kill me if she knew I let a girl sleep on the floor,” he replied. Kushina was all for women’s rights, but only when it suited her. She was still played hell with anyone who didn’t open doors or do heavy lifting for her. Women shouldn’t be chained to the kitchen sink, but men could still damn well lay a patio themselves was her general view. It wasn’t equality so much as female superiority. Sometimes, his mum scared him.
They put their bags in their room; Naruto gave Karin a list of all the other hotels he was booked into so she could organise her own rooms. No way was he sleeping on the floor for two weeks. While she was occupied, he called Sasuke.
Sasuke answered the phone with a sleepy grunt. Obviously the bastard had just woken up. Naruto’s irritation, which had been at a slow simmer for a while now, exploded.
“What the hell were you thinking?” He hissed.
“Naruto?”
“Why did you think it was a good idea to send Karin with me?”
“I miss you.”
Naruto rolled his eyes. “Are you even listening to a word I’m saying?”
“I’m listening.” Sasuke’s voice sounded more awake, now. “I asked Karin to go with you because I couldn’t come myself. I didn’t want you to be alone.”
“Yeah, well maybe I wanted to be alone.”
Sasuke snorted. “You never want to be alone. When we were little you used to call me to keep you company when you were left in a room on your own. One time you called me in tears because your mum had left you in the house while she went outside to do some gardening.”
“I was five then!” But Sasuke did sort of have a point. Bastard.
“I liked it,” Sasuke said, his voice quiet. “I liked that you needed me. I liked that I was always the first person you came to.”
Naruto’s irritation faded at those words. Sasuke was really good at knowing just what to say to melt his heart. He wondered if Sasuke did it on purpose. “You still are. I think I loved you, even back then.” He said.
A long pause, where all he could hear was Sasuke’s breathing, then; “I wanted to go with you.”
“Cancel the wedding, then you can go wherever you want.”
Sasuke let out a sigh. “Yeah, but I doubt that my dad and Sakura chasing us screaming bloody murder is the sort of publicity you really want.”
Naruto highly doubted that that would happen, but he didn’t say anything. At least Sasuke hadn’t given his usually spiel of why he couldn’t cancel the wedding; it was almost progress.
“Hey, Sasuke,” Naruto said, suddenly remembering, “What’s this thing Karin said you gave her to give to me?”
Long silence, so long that Naruto wondered if Sasuke was going to say anything. He didn’t prompt. He really wanted to know what this mysterious thing was.
Finally, Sasuke spoke. “She shouldn’t have said anything. It was a stupid idea; I’m going to tell her to get rid of it.”
“What? You can’t; it’s mine now. You’re not getting rid of my things.”
“It’s not yours until I give it to you, idiot. Currently it’s still mine, and I can do whatever I want with it.”
Naruto wished that Sasuke was there in person, and not just a voice on the end of the phone so he could hit him. Stupid stubborn bastard; now Naruto was even more curious than ever. He would have to find it, he decided, before Sasuke contacted Karin.
“Fine, like I care,” Naruto said, letting all the petulance he felt out. It didn’t make him feel any better.
“I love you.” Sasuke’s voice was raw with emotion as he said this, and his words soothed Naruto. Despite himself, Naruto found himself smiling.
“I love you, too.” He said. He knew that Sasuke was trying to distract him from the gift, whatever it was, but he didn’t care. Sasuke should know that once Naruto got an idea in his head, he would not let it go. Well, he would learn.
After he had finished his phone call to Sasuke, Naruto sent Karin out to get them something to eat. Once she had gone, Naruto locked the door, and began rifling through her bags.
It was quite disturbing; while Karin carried around the sort of things that one would expect a girl to have while travelling anywhere; toiletries, make-up, spare shoes, she also carried an assortment of weaponry. Naruto wondered if she expected them to go to war; she was obviously prepared for any eventuality, from a rain shower to a zombie apocalypse.
He found what he was looking for in the last place he looked, predictably. Tucked away amongst lacy underwear that he sifted through very gingerly was an envelope with his name on in Sasuke’s handwriting. He pulled it out of the bag, and made sure that everything was put back where he had found it before locking himself in the bathroom, just in case.
He sat on the toilet seat, and opened the envelope. Inside was a letter, hand written. Naruto couldn’t remember the last time Sasuke had written anything so long by hand. He was touched by the effort that had gone into it, and wondered why Sasuke hadn’t wanted him to read it. He opened up the carefully folded paper, and began to read.
Naruto,
It has only been hours since you left, but it feels like years. Although I know that you will only be away a short while, still, I think of my brother; soon he will be gone forever, and I fear the same happening to you. What if tonight was the last time we kissed, or made love, or held each other? I think this and feel fear, fear of being without you, fear of being alone, and it chokes me, and makes me think- well, enough of such morbid thoughts.
I miss you; already I miss you, and with each breath I take, I feel like I love you more and more. Words may just be air, or scribbles on paper, but they are all I have to communicate how I feel to you. I love you, Naruto. Only you, always you. I know that I will never be able to love someone the way I love you, ever; you’re it for me. My life, my love, my soul.
Yet, I feel that you don’t believe this; deep down, you still believe that my marriage to Sakura will make my feelings for you less. If I could stop the wedding, I would. The knowledge of what I must do fills me with dread, yet I can find no way out of it. I try, every day I try to think of a way out, but all my ways are barred. I must do this, not because I want to, never that, but because of my duty to my clan. I know that you can’t accept this, and to be truthful, I love you for it. Still, it is what I must do.
But, Naruto, you must know that I take no pleasure in hurting you; your pain is my pain. Even now, as I write this, I ache for what you must be going through, and hate myself for putting you through this. I wish there was a way we could be together, but all ways involve going against my father, and I would not bring down his wrath on you.
So, I write this letter, in an effort to let you know how much you mean to me. I love you. I love your smile, especially when it’s aimed at me. I am jealous of all who see that smile; it should be mine alone. I love the way everything seems brighter when you’re around, like the sun has come out to chase away the night. I love the way you cry at sad films, but try to hide it to seem manlier.
I love the way that you hold me at night when we’re sleeping, as if you don’t ever want to let me go. I know that I hold you just as tightly for that reason. I love the way that you can make me so mad about the stupidest thing. I love the way that you can read my moods, and make me smile, even when I’m at my lowest. I love how complete I feel when you are inside me; only you make me feel that way. I love that you love me, even flawed as I am. I’m nothing compared to you. Maybe I don’t deserve you, but I’m never letting you go.
You are everything to me, Naruto, everything. I’m nothing without you, just an empty shell. I’m scared, because I think, being away from me, you will learn that you can survive without me, and I know that I can’t survive without you. I’m horribly selfish to ask this, but I don’t care; never leave me Naruto, please. Everything I am is yours, and I claim all of you for myself. This is the truth. The words that I have to say to bind me into marriage are lies, every one of them.
It gives me some small comfort to think of you reading my words. I would hope that every time you doubt me you remember this letter. I love you, Naruto. I love you, I love you, I love you.
Always yours,
Sasuke
Naruto stared at the paper in his hands. Some of the words were smudged, as if rain had fallen on them, or tears.
“Bloody melodramatic bastard,” Naruto growled, wiping angrily at the tears that had formed in his own eyes. The sentiment behind the letter was pure Sasuke, and it gripped at his heart, but he could see why Karin said that he seemed strange. Sasuke would normally never commit such feelings into writing. What if Karin had read the letter? Naruto shuddered at the thought. No wonder Sasuke had wanted it destroyed.
Still, Naruto had it now, and he was never letting it go. Maybe he would frame it, or keep it under his pillow. Or maybe he would just occasionally use it to tease Sasuke. It certainly made for some prime blackmail material.
For a moment, Naruto couldn’t breathe as the implications of the letter sank in. Fugaku would likely just raise an eyebrow if he saw this, but if Sakura read it, she would surely call off the wedding herself. Sasuke, even morbidly depressed as he appeared to be when writing the letter, couldn’t have missed realising that. It would be a very cruel thing to do to the girl, but any way the wedding was ended would hurt her. Naruto bit his lip. Maybe Sasuke couldn’t bring himself to reveal his true feelings to Sakura, so he would have it done accidently instead. Or maybe he really wasn’t thinking, and decided that the best way to express his feelings was in pompous prose. Naruto folded up the letter and slid it back into the envelope. He would keep it somewhere safe; he couldn’t risk Karin reading it.
He pulled out his phone, and sent a brief text to Sasuke;
I found your letter, you twat.
That should keep him sweating, Naruto thought as he switched off the phone. He needed time to prepare, with no distractions. A check of his watch said that he needed to be at the tea house in an hour. He hoped that Karin returned with food soon; he was starving.
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It was late when Naruto got back to the hotel. The tea house staff had all been very friendly, and had invited him out for drinks to welcome him to their town, despite the fact that he was only staying one night. Karin had left early, pleading tiredness. Naruto guessed that if Sasuke had intended her to keep any erstwhile suitors away, he had forgotten to tell her. As it was, Naruto only had one girl come on to him. After he told them that he was gay, she had tried to introduce him to her gay brother. Naruto hadn’t known whether he should be pleased that he hadn’t hurt her, or miffed at the way she immediately switched to matchmaking. Naruto had explained that he was seeing someone; which the brother took quite well. They had ended up in a gay bar. Naruto had maybe drunk one too many cocktails, and was feeling a bit groggy. He made a mental note to take Sasuke there sometime as he stripped off his clothes and flopped wearily onto the bed.
A scream echoed through the room, finishing the job the alcohol had started of liquidising his brain. The bedside light snapped on, revealing Karin, murder in her eyes, wiggling out from underneath him. Not only had he forgotten that he had given her the bed, he had managed to land on her. It was probably just as well. If he had encountered a warm body in his bed when he was tipsy, he might have mistaken her for Sasuke.
Scared sober, stammering apologies, Naruto grabbed his trousers, and ducked into the bathroom. He closed the door and was about to lock it, only to have it torn from his grasp. A dishevelled Karin glared at him, before flinging his bag and a pillow at his face. Naruto caught the bag; the pillow landed at his feet.
“You can sleep in there tonight,” Karin snapped, slamming the door. There was some thumping outside the door. Naruto tried the handle cautiously, but it wouldn’t budge.
“I’ve blocked the door,” Karin announced. “I’ll let you out in the morning.”
Naruto decided that it would be wisest not to argue with her. He made a bed out of the pillow and some towels, grateful that it was summer. Since he was stuck in the bathroom, he decided to make use of the facilities. He hoped that Karin was struck with the need to pee in the night.
It was gone 2 in the morning, so Naruto decided to call Sasuke and thank him for the loan of his rabid body guard. He found his phone in his bag, still turned off. He switched it on, wincing at the number of messages. He had forgotten that it was off. He called Sasuke, suddenly sure that his lover would still be awake.
“What have you been doing, Naruto? I’ve been worried sick. You didn’t answer any of my messages. I tried to call Karin, and her phone was off, too. I thought that you had-”
“Hi, I love you too,” Naruto interrupted Sasuke’s panicky tirade, “I turned my phone off and left it in the hotel.”
Silence from Sasuke, a silence that somehow seemed louder than a shout. “Why?” He asked finally, “what were you doing?”
Naruto sighed. His head ached; possibly his hangover was starting early. “I went out with some of the guys after the presentation,” he said. “Please don’t tell me you’re going to be jealous paranoid boyfriend while I’m away. I read your letter, asshole, and I’ll tell you this now. You’re the only one for me, too. You know that. Maybe I won’t get a chance to call you every day, and maybe I won’t answer all your messages right away, but it won’t change the fact that I love you.”
“I wish you hadn’t seen that letter,” Sasuke said. “I was-”
“Honest,” Naruto replied.
“At least I didn’t send the other one,” Sasuke murmured.
“What other one?” Naruto was instantly curious.
“It doesn’t matter. I’ll tell you some day. You’ll laugh. How did the presentation go?”
Naruto allowed himself to be distracted; it was nice to talk to Sasuke, to tell him how his day went, and hear what Sasuke had been doing. He just wished that Sasuke was there with him. He suddenly yearned to feel Sasuke’s skin, to run his fingers through his dark hair, and to stare deep into his eyes.
“Is Karin behaving herself?” Sasuke asked finally.
“She locked me in the bathroom,” Naruto replied, surly.
Sasuke let out a snort of laughter.
Naruto couldn’t help but grin at his lover’s laughter. “I’m just glad that I don’t have to do anything tomorrow apart from travel; I’ve had four hours sleep in the last few days. I blame you.”
“Yeah, well I’ve not slept, either. I’ve become used to you sleeping with me. I can’t sleep without your arms around me, so I definitely blame you for my lack of sleep.”
“I’m also used to sleeping next to you, so you’re doubly to blame for my lack of sleep,” Naruto countered childishly.
“Fine, I’ll accept full culpability. We’re just going to have to get used to being tired all the time.”
“More like, you’ll get used to sleeping alone, and when I get back you’ll spend the nights kicking me and hogging all the covers.” Naruto joked.
“Never,” Sasuke replied, his voice quiet and serious.
“Yeah, I know, I was just kidding. Anyway, if you ever did kick me or hog all of the covers, I’d just fuck you unconscious again.”
“Mmm, is that a promise? I may just have to practice my kicking,” Sasuke replied. His tone was sultry, and it went straight to Naruto’s cock.
Naruto had a sudden idea. It was probably a very bad idea; it was late, he was sleep deprived and Karin was in the room next door. However, all the arguments raised by his mind were quashed by the ache in his dick.
“I want to be touching you right now, Sasuke,” Naruto said, his voice soft, “I want to hold you naked in my arms, kissing you all over your body. I want to slide my dick deep inside you, and fuck you till the sun comes up.”
Sasuke let out a small whimper.
“Are you hard for me, Sasuke?” Naruto continued. This was going to be awkward one handed, but he didn’t dare put Sasuke on speaker phone with Karin next door.
“Yesss,” Sasuke hissed. “Only for you.”
Sasuke’s voice was damn sexy, Naruto thought. He wished that he could see him; he had brought his laptop, so they were definitely trying this with webcams next time.
“Are you naked, Sasuke?” Naruto asked.
“I’m in bed; what do you think.”
Naruto grinned to himself. “Good. Put me on speaker phone. I want you to touch yourself.”
Naruto heard a brief fumbling, before Sasuke’s voice returned; “where?”
“Not your dick, not yet. Run your hands down your chest, imagine it’s me. What do you want me to do to you?”
“Kiss me, all over. I want your lips, Naruto.”
“Mmm, then what?” Naruto’s cock was rock hard now, as he closed his eyes and imagined a wanton Sasuke laid out before him. “Where do you want my lips to go? To your ass or your cock?”
“Both,” Sasuke replied.
“Greedy. Ok, I’m going to start with your dick. I’ll lick it first, starting with the head. Is your cock aching for the feel of my mouth?”
“Oh god, yes. Naruto you’re driving me insane. I want to feel it.”
Naruto was having similar thoughts; it was time to change the script, he decided. “Ok, I want you to finger your ass. But you need to describe it to me.”
Naruto gave into the temptation, and wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking it slowly as he listened to Sasuke scuffling around. He imagined him crawling across the bed to the cabinet, reaching inside and grabbing the lube. Sasuke would stare at it for a moment, he thought, contemplating what he was about to do. As if on cue, Naruto heard the lid of the lube pop open.
“How are you laying, Sasuke?” Naruto asked.
“On my back.”
“Your legs spread wide, your cock and ass all on display for me?”
“Yeah.” Sasuke’s voice was soft, almost shyly making the admission. Now Naruto thought about it, Sasuke wasn’t really vocal during sex, other than moaning, sighing, grunting and occasionally screaming.
“Ok, Sasuke, touch yourself, but tell me what you’re doing. Right now, I’m stroking my cock, nice and slowly. I wish I was buried deep inside you. When you put your fingers inside, Imagine it’s my cock.”
Sasuke let out a small whimper. “I…I’m putting a finger in now,” he said, ending in a groan.
“All the way in?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me how it feels.” Naruto’s hand, almost of its own volition, sped up. Sasuke was normally so confident in bed; this sudden diffidence was hot as hell. He was imagining breaching a virginal Sasuke for the first time, imagining him shuddering in his arms. Talking Sasuke into a bit of role-play went onto his list of things to do, promptly forgotten as Sasuke began to speak.
“It feels so good. I’m hot and tight inside, Naruto; squeezing your cock. I’m moving my finger, slowly, all the way out, then in again. I’m going to put another one in now.” Sasuke’s voice was choppy, his breathing heavy; each word was punctuated by a gasping breath. Naruto was impressed at how quickly Sasuke had caught on to the idea. Virginal Sasuke was gone, replaced by the hot, horny man he loved.
Sasuke let out a long groan. Naruto could hear his heavy breathing echoing through the phone.
“How does that feel, Sasuke?” Naruto asked.
“Hot, and tight. I want you so badly; I want you in me, on top of me.”
Naruto groaned; he wanted it too. “Fuck. Sasuke, touch your dick as well, I want to hear you come for me.” His own hand was moving wildly on his cock; he wished he had his other free, to cup his balls, or maybe even tease his hole. Fuck it, he decided. Karin was asleep, and the walls were thick, and he was far too horny to care anymore.
He pressed the button on the phone, and placed it by his head as he lay down on his makeshift bed. Sasuke’s gasping breaths, his soft moans, and the faint, wet sounds of his fingers working in his ass echoed around the bathroom. Naruto reached his free hand down between his legs, and cupped his balls, squeezing and rolling them in his palm. A new wave of pleasure washed through him at the sensation, and he groaned.
“Naruto,” Sasuke gasped, “I’m so close.”
“How many fingers?” Naruto asked, sliding his hand lower.
“Three. I want your cock, Naruto.”
Naruto could feel his pre-come dribbling onto his fingers at Sasuke’s words. He could imagine his lover writhing on his bed, his fingers thrusting wildly in and out of his ass, his other hand on his cock, still begging for more. Naruto groaned at the image, heat building in his groin. He placed one finger at his tight entrance, and with a grunt slowly pushed it in. Naruto didn’t play with his ass that often; invariably it gave rise to fantasies that could not be fulfilled. At least, not until Sasuke was fully his.
“I’m fingering my ass, Sasuke.” Naruto said, curling his finger so he could press it against his prostate.
Sasuke let out a soft gasp, then a keening cry. Naruto Imagined his back arching as he came, streams of come coating his belly. Naruto rubbed against his prostate in time with the hand jerking his dick. Heat spread though him as he came with a long groan.
For a long moment he lay there panting; he could hear Sasuke doing the same on the other end of the phone. As good as the release had been, now all he wanted to do was roll over, and hold Sasuke tight. Being away from him sucked; Naruto just hoped that it would pay off, and suck just as badly for Sasuke.
He pulled his finger out of his ass, grabbing the phone, and switching it back to normal.
“Do you think you can sleep now?” He asked.
“Probably not; you’ve done something terrible to me, Naruto. I’m now unable to sleep without you snoring and farting beside me.”
“You are seriously fucked up if that’s what you miss most about me,” Naruto replied.
“I miss everything about you. Even the annoying way you put crappy ringtones on my phone.”
Naruto snickered. He wondered if Sakura had called Sasuke yet. “Well, I guess that I miss the way you hate all my music.”
“Just the 80’s power ballads.”
“What? I’m not allowed to live up to at least one cliché?”
“I’m just saying, you start playing I Will Survive anywhere near me again and I’ll kill you.”
“Technically that track was released in the 70’s.”Naruto could almost hear Sasuke rolling his eyes. He let out a small giggle at the thought. “I love you,” he said.
“I love you, too. I want to speak to you all night, but I sort of need to shower.”
Naruto regarded the drying semen on his abdomen. “Yeah, me too.” He didn’t know why he hadn’t thought to grab some tissue. “Well, good night, I guess. Or is it good morning?”
“It won’t be good anything until you’re back. I love you.”
Sasuke hung up before Naruto could say anything in reply. He stared at the phone for a few moments, before dropping it beside him with a sigh. He climbed into the shower, letting the warm water wash over him. It was bad, he reflected, to love someone as much as he loved Sasuke; to the point where being apart from him was a constant pain in his heart. He tried to remember how it had been when they were just best friends, neither aware of how the other felt, but it was impossible. Sasuke was his now, and he was never letting him go.
He attempted to sleep on his makeshift bed, but the towels were wet from his shower, and he missed having Sasuke pressed against him. Eventually, he gave it up as a complete waste of time, and dressed instead.
This was the first time that he’d had the opportunity to check out the contents of his bag. For someone who had spent days in a tent or up a tree in the past, Kushina didn’t really have a clue on what one might need for a two week journey. The contents of his underwear draw had been rammed into the bag, but only two t-shirts and one pair of jeans. For some reason she had included a tin of beans, two pairs of flip-flops, some insect repellent, a picture of him as a baby sat on his father’s knee, two disposable cameras, one of which had been used, and a mars bar. Naruto sighed. He was going to have to do some clothes shopping.
He spun around as the bathroom door opened; Karin was wearing the bed sheet wrapped around her like some sort of bizarre toga. For some reason her face was flushed, and she refused to meet Naruto’s eyes.
“I have to shower,” she muttered, pushing past him.
Naruto took the hint, and grabbed his bag, exiting the bathroom thankfully. It had become a bit claustrophobic in there.
He lay down on the bed, intending to wait for Karin in a bit of comfort; he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillows.
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Kushina Uzumaki was not happy. She scowled at Mikoto as her friend folded another invitation and slipped it into an envelope.
Mikoto was immune to Kushina’s scowls; it was something that peeved Kushina. Both Mikoto and Minato would calmly do their own thing, regardless of the looks she gave them; she had tried sulking, stropping, once she had attempted to pit them against each other. Still, they were the only two people immune to her moods.
“You don’t have to be here, you know,” Mikoto said, delicately licking another envelope.
“I still don’t know why you’re helping with this farce of a wedding, you know that your son doesn’t want to go through with it; sending out invitations will just make it worse.”
“Yet Sasuke hasn’t called it off. I’m supporting my son, Kushina. It doesn’t matter what we think; if he’s determined to go through with the wedding, then as an Uchiha, I have to make sure it’s the best wedding since Fugaku and I married. Sakura asked me to send these invites out two weeks ago. I can’t hold off any longer. It won’t be much of a wedding without any guests. “
“Stupid bloody Uchiha family pride,” Kushina muttered. “You know Sasuke’s doing just the same as you did, marrying for the family, rather than himself. I remember how you cried the whole night before your wedding.”
“Yet I’m content now.” Mikoto’s voice was level, as if Kushina bringing up that old pain meant nothing. “I have two wonderful sons. I may not love Fugaku, but we have learned to work together. If Sasuke does marry Sakura, I’m sure they will come to a similar agreement.”
“At the expense of my son,” Kushina exclaimed. “Your idiot boy will break my son’s heart, and I will not stand for it.”
Mikoto sighed. “He’ll break his own, as well. Still, until he realises this, there’s nothing more we can do. We tried, Kushina. It’s up to them, now.”
Kushina folded her arms, and deepened her scowl. Sitting back and waiting for Sasuke to grow a pair was not an option as far as she was concerned. She may as well have been scowling at the wall for all the good it did her; Mikoto calmly continued to fill the envelopes. It didn’t help that Minato had said pretty much the same thing to her earlier that day.
“I’m not helping you,” Kushina declared, turning around and storming out of Mikoto’s small study. She was sure she heard her friend sigh behind her. She decided to look for Hinata; the shy girl was very fond of Naruto, and would likely be the only help Kushina was going to get at the moment.
Hinata proved to be illusive. Kushina knew from Naruto that Hinata was spending a lot of her time at the Uchiha mansion, but he had never bothered to say exactly where she would be. Kushina was just about to give up and go home, when she spied something pink out of the window. She turned to see Sakura dashing up the driveway to a waiting taxi.
Something about the way Sakura glanced behind her as she slid into the taxi piqued Kushina’s interest. Impulsively, she dashed down the stairs, pulling out her phone. She knew the taxi firm, and someone there owed her a few favours. Once she got to her own car, she knew the address where Sakura was heading. Kushina started off after the taxi.
She had never really paid much attention to Sakura; since Naruto was in love with Sasuke, she felt it was her parental duty to dislike the girl, but she had never really bothered to get to know her. Mikoto had always sung her praises, saying how intelligent she was, and such an interesting conversationalist; Kushina remembered that she had replied that this was a good thing, since Mikoto’s son was clearly gay, they would need something to do on the long winter nights.
Thinking about it, even if the girl was as thick as pig shit, surely she should have realised that there was something up with Sasuke. It wasn’t like he and Naruto were even being that subtle; she had heard them going at it like rabid bunnies the few times that Sasuke had stayed over with Naruto. Most nights, though, Naruto stayed at the Uchiha mansion. Very openly stayed at the Uchiha mansion. Plus, there were all the heated looks, the oh so casual touches that they innocently seemed to think that no one would notice. Surely by now, even Fugaku must have realised that they were sleeping together.
Then there was the way that she seemed to always find ways to piss Sasuke off. Sakura managed to irritate Sasuke so often that it almost seemed to be purposeful. Kushina frowned to herself, so deep in thought that she almost ploughed into an elderly man crossing the road. She swerved to avoid him, then twisted the wheel to take a sharp left turn. She grinned as she saw the taxi turning at the end of the road, and accelerated.
The taxi had stopped outside a small mid-terrace house. Kushina pulled in behind a car, and watched as Sakura climbed out of the taxi. The girl took the five steps up to the door of the house with a few easy bounces. She had left the Uchiha mansion furtively, but she appeared positively joyful now.
The door to the house was opened by a man with a shock of deep red hair. It clashed horribly with Sakura’s pink locks, Kushina noticed. They exchanged a few words before disappearing into the house.
Kushina turned off her car’s engine, prepared to wait. She wished that she had Hinata or Mikoto with her; one of them could have gone for donuts and coffee, and they could have had a proper stake out.
It was several hours later when a second taxi pulled up outside the house. Kushina watched as Sakura got into the taxi, and it drove off down the road. She ducked as it passed her, just in case. The red head, she noticed, remained on the doorstep, his eyes following Sakura’s taxi until it was gone.
Kushina had had plenty of time to herself, during which she had jumped to several conclusions. Although she had no real proof other than Sakura being there, she was sure that Sakura was having an affair with the red-headed man, whom she would call Gingernut until she discovered his real name. That was why Sakura didn’t seem to notice Naruto and Sasuke being all smoochy with each other; either she didn’t care, or she was too loved up to notice.
Why Sakura remained engaged to Sasuke was harder to explain. Kushina had a few theories. Theory number one was that she was out for the Uchiha money, and would divorce Sasuke after exposing his affair with Naruto, gaining a substantial payout as a reward. Theory number two was that she was pregnant with Gingernut’s offspring, and to avoid shame to the Haruno name, she was going to try and pass it off as Uchiha. She would have a lot of explaining to do if the baby came out ginger; Sakura was blond under all that pink dye, and every Uchiha ever born had dark hair. Theory number three was an outside one, where Sakura was actually a crack whore, and Gingernut was her pimp. That could tie in with either theory one or two.
Normally, Kushina would take her suspicions to either Minato or Mikoto, but she expected that both her husband and best friend would advise her to leave it alone. After all, she lacked any sort of concrete proof. Naruto was away, so she couldn’t take it too him. Plus, she wanted to be sure of Sakura’s guilt. She didn’t want to get Naruto’s hopes up for nothing.
She decided to keep a very close eye on Sakura over the next few weeks. The girl wouldn’t sneeze without Kushina Uzumaki knowing about it.
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