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This is Not a Game [Complete]	By : JaydenNara Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2211 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Hey everybody! I can't believe the support I'm getting with this story, it's overwhelming! Thanks so much!

I just wanted you to know, if you don't already, the sequel to The Price of Love is in the works. But in other news, I'm also rewriting it. Why you ask? Because I hate it. Thank the ever wonderful Lupinecub for convincing me not to delete it.

Anyway, with that said, on with the story. I will warn you, this story is turning darker pretty quick.

A week had passed since the kiss, and Sasuke was beside himself with guilt. He hadn't meant to be so forward, to push, but with the alcohol in his system, his better judgement had gone out the window. Despite Itachi's best efforts to cheer him up, he was still miserable.

Awkward would be one way to describe their interaction at school; subdued would be another. Their small group had noticed the difference, but when questioned, Sasuke and Naruto denied any issues.

It wasn't that Naruto was ignoring the Uchiha, he just wasn't his usual out going self when around the other teen. All progress that had been made when it came to Naruto's emotional and mental state seemed to have been lost.

While Kyuubi understood, he wasn't happy with what was going on. He felt about as useful as he did five years ago, but he knew this was something Naruto needed to sort through by himself, and hopefully come to the right conclusion. The fact was, Naruto needed Sasuke.

In truth, the youngest Uzumaki was holding himself back, afraid to encourage the other teen. The blond still drove Sasuke home, walked him to class, and sat dutifully beside him, but all communication had ceased. Unless he was spoken to, or the situation required him to speak, Naruto was uncharacteristically silent. But ignoring the boy was wearing on the young blond.

School had been trying, making everyone uncomfortable around them. They were currently alone in the Impala on their way to drop Sasuke off at home. A heavy silence hung around them like early morning mist, and Sasuke found himself wishing for it to dissipate.

Finally reaching his breaking point when it came to the blond distancing himself, Sasuke decided to make a move. He knew he screwed up, but the blond was taking things too far. More than anything, the young raven just wanted things to be as they were before; open and friendly, not awkward and slightly cold.

"Naruto, talk to me please," the raven almost begged. It wasn't how he had meant to go about it, but his words had just sort of slipped out.

Pulling around the next corner before sparing a look at the Uchiha, Naruto let out a heavy sigh at the pained look on the young Uchiha's face. No matter what, he hated seeing Sasuke hurt. "What do you want to talk about?" he asked wearily knowing full well what the boy wanted to talk about.

"Why are you doing this?" he asked quietly, staring down at his hands folded in his lap. Never in his life had he been so nervous. Being an Uchiha, confidence was not something he was lacking, but every time he opened his mouth around the Uzumaki his palms became sweaty, and butterflies battered against his abdomen. He waited for a response patiently, but soon realized he wasn't going to receive one and the words just began to spill over. "I know the way I went about things was wrong," he said, stumbling over his words. "I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have danced with you like that and... and I shouldn't have kissed you."

The car pulled up in front of the raven's home, and the blond cut the engine. He knew that the younger boy wouldn't let up now that he had finally found the courage to confront him. "This has nothing do with that," the agent said softly. "This has nothing to do with you. This is about me, and only me."

"But..."

"I cannot give you what you want Sasuke," he continued, cutting the raven off. "I cannot love, I'm sorry." He bowed his head and gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white. "I can only ever be your friend. You are only going to get hurt if I continue to indulge you even if in the past I was too blind to see what I was doing. I only want to be your friend Sasuke, I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression." He heard a sharp inhale that caused his chest to contract uncomfortably.

"My friend!" Sasuke yelled angrily. "Fine, well be friends, but know this, I'm not so open with my friends." He stormed from the car and into his house, the giant oak door slamming behind him.

Naruto rested his forehead against the steering wheel, cursing himself over and over again. It didn't matter how much he truly loved the boy, it was that he couldn't.

Once Sasuke slammed the front door, leaving Naruto behind in the car, he headed straight to his room, avoiding his mothers insistent calls. After listening to her knock on the door and try to talk to him for over half an hour, she had finally given up only to have Itachi replace her two hours later.

Itachi was worried about his little brother. When he came home later that evening from a study date with Kyuubi, his mother had informed him that Sasuke was hiding in his room. What he managed to make out from his hysterical mother, was that Sasuke had stormed into the house and shut himself away and was yet to leave the confines of his bedroom. Despite trying to talk to the younger boy, the older raven was still at a loss as to what had happened, but he assumed it had to do with Naruto; it always seemed to these days.

The young raven was sitting at the window again, watching the clouds slowly drift by. His heart felt heavy, and ached. After putting his heart on the line, it had been cruelly stomped on. Tears stung his eyes thinking of the rejection and the words that came from his first and only crush.

'I cannot love'

Dinner was a quiet affair; everyone, including Fugaku, was watching the youngest wearily. No one knew what was going on, though Itachi had his suspisions, but to see Sasuke in such a dark mood was hard to bear. After watching the boy push his food around his plate, only eating a few bites here and there, the heartbroken teen finally asked to be excused. The family watched as he made his escape, disappearing once again into the depths of his bedroom.

It was only eight in the evening, but Sasuke lay on his bed, staring unseeingly at the ceiling. His mind was elsewhere. Even though it hurt, his mind was with Naruto, thinking over their night together last week. The way the blond had looked in the fishnet shirt, his well sculpted chest and abdomen shown off for the world to see; for him to see. He remembered the feeling of that hardened bronzed body pressed against his own, and the strong arms wrapping around his pale body, pulling him closer.

Unknown to the increasingly aroused Uchiha, Naruto had been flipping though the security cams installed in the house and was now watching him lay on the bed.

The blond didn't know why, but he had stopped to watch the younger boy. He still felt terrible from destroying his hope, but he had no choice, it for the best.

Naruto let out a startled gasp when the pale figure on the screen began to rub the large bulge forming in the raven's navy blue sleep pants. "Oh shit," the blond muttered unable to tear his eyes away from the erotic sight.

Feeling ashamed for giving into these futile feelings, Sasuke moaned, sliding his hand into his pants to grasp his hardened length. "Fuck," he groaned, his head falling back against the pillow. The pale hand moved over the stiff leaking organ coaxing out little pants and moans at the feeling. "Oh god..."

A tanned hand went to close the laptop, the blond deciding to give the boy his privacy but froze, his hand stopping halfway to the screen. Cerulean eyes widened in shock at what was apilling from the raven's mouth.

"Oh... Na-naruto," the young Uchiha whimpered. The boy still stroking his hard cock, eyes tightly shut, remember the feeling of his crushes lips against his, and the toned boy moving against him. "Oh god, Naruto... please," he whispered desperately, his free hand moving to pull down and off his sleep pants while continuing to stroke himself.

On the other side of the screen, the desired blond teen moaned as the pants disappeared to reveal the beautiful weeping cock of the pale boy. Unconsciously, the blond began to stroke his own rapidly rising erection through his jeans.

Realizing what he was doing, Naruto tried to force himself to stop, but he couldn't take his eyes off the gorgeous boy before him that was moaning his name while touching himself. Before his brain could even begin to register what was happening, the Uzumaki found his stiff cock released from the confines of his tight jeans and boxers, the heated flesh grasped firmly in his hand. With eyes glued to the screen, the blond stroked himself, watching the hottest sight he had ever bore witness to.

Back in his room, Sasuke was overwhelmed by the pleasure. He continued to fantasize about the bronze god that was his crush, imagining it to be Naruto's hand instead of his own. The sensation was nothing he had ever felt before, the burning of pleasure coiling in his gut, twisting tighter and tighter until it finally snapped.

The raven's head flew back, onyx eyes snapping open, his back arched off the bed as he came hard. "NARUTO!" he screamed to his empty room. The warm seed came in spurts, coating his hand and stomach. The pale body fell back to the bed, exhausted from the best orgasm in the young boy's life. He could only imagine what it would be like for the real Naruto to touch him.

In his room at home, Naruto came with a soft murmur of the raven's name. Hearing the boy scream his name as he climaxed had pushed the agent over the edge. He lay back on his bed, watching the small form on the screen panting heavily.

"I wish you could love me Naruto," Sasuke said softly to himself.

"I wish I could to, S'uke," the blond murmured to the image on the screen. He lifted his clean hand and reached out, gently running a finger over the boy on the monitor. "I wish I could to." He continued to watch the boy as he cleaned off and then proceeded to fall asleep. "If I let myself love you, you'll end up hurt," he breathed to the sleeping image. "Or worse."

Early Saturday afternoon, Kyuubi found himself lying back on Itachi's queen size bed, his back resting against the headboard. He was staring in awe at the beautiful raven, still amazed that he had found the man of his dreams.

Itachi lay nestled between the redhead's muscular legs, his head resting comfortably on the broad chest. He was enjoying the feeling of being held and having a tanned hand play with his loose hair. "Kyuu," he murmured almost sleepily. He was so relaxed he could have fallen drifted off at any moment . "I'm worried about Sasuke," he continued. "Ever since the party he's been almost depressed. Yesterday he locked himself in his room, wouldn't speak to anyone, not even me."

The redhead hummed thoughtfully. "Nar's been the same," he said finally, his hand stopping mid pet. "Something needs to be done, they need each other."

Ever since Naruto had walked away from the youngest raven, the blond hadn't been himself. It was if he had relapsed, only worse. He barely spoke to anyone, he didn't go out with his friends anymore, and when he was around anyone, it was as if he wasn't really there.

"Maybe we should interfere," Itachi suggested formulating a plan in his mind. "If you talked to Sasuke, you could explain where Naruto is coming from. I think that my brother believes Naruto is mad at him and doesn't want anything to do with him, but feels obligated because of the promise he made to protect him."

"There's not a lot I can tell him," Kyuubi said thoughtfully. "But I can try." Cerulean eyes popped open when the weight on his chest was suddenly gone. "Now?" he asked with a pout, upset the cuddling was being cut short.

A half hearted glare was sent the Uzumaki's direction. "Yes now," the raven snapped, but his eyes were full of laughter. The redhead looked too adorable with the pouting lips and puppy dog eyes.

Sighing heavily, Kyuubi rolled off the bed and onto his feet. He paused briefly at the door, looking back with pleading eyes at his boyfriend. The only acknowledgement he received was the rolling of onyx eyes and a shooing motion with a pale hand.

Muttering mutinously under his breath, Kyuubi shuffled down the hall and stopped in front of the youngest Uchiha's door. Knocking lightly, he waited for the faint 'come in' before pushing the door open and wandering into the dimly lit room. He found the young raven lying on his own queen size bed hugging a pillow. If the boy hadn't looked so lost and pathetic, the situation would almost have been cute.

The boy was pale, even more so than he normally was. His hair was unusually flat, and his eyes seemed dull with dark circles from lack of sleep.

"What do you want Uzumaki," Sasuke asked darkly, an ugly scowl fixed on his face.

"May I sit?" the redhead enquired politely, walking over to the bed. Without waiting for an answer, he sat down. The raven scooted further up to get out of the way of the older man, moving quickly to sit up and face him. "You're brother is worried about you," Kyuubi said softly. "He asked me to talk to you."

"I don't want to talk."

"He does care about you Itachi-chibi," the older Uzumaki continued as if he hadn't heard him. "More than you will ever know."

The raven snorted. "Of course he does," the boy muttered. "He's my brother."

"I wasn't talking about Itachi."

Blinking in confusion, Sasuke gaped at the redhead who had burst into his room. "How could he?" he finally snarled. "He left me on my own without any protection at the party!"

The rest of that night, Sasuke had spent on his own or standing with Itachi and Kyuubi. After spending half an hour trying to find the blond, he had given up and begged to leave. Suffice to say, the rest of the party was unenjoyable, and at the end of the night, he had witnessed Naruto climb into some else's car, who he believed to be Kiba's, instead of going home with them.

"That's where you are wrong," the agent stated with a shake of his head. "He never took his eyes off of you that night."

"He what?" the boy exclaimed in disbelief. It was beyond him how he couldn't find the blond if the other teen had watched him all night. "But he left me in the middle of the dance floor!"

"He kept his distance and watched," explained Kyuubi. "On occasion he even intervened and prevented anyone that would cause you harm from approaching. I believe he even sent one determined drunkard to the hospital."

"He did?" Sasuke felt his heart skip a beat. If the blond had watched and protected from a distance, it meant that all hope was not lost.

"That he did," Kyuubi confirmed with a smile.

"But why?" asked the young raven, his faced scrunched up in confusion. He looked simply adorable, so much so that Kyuubi had to restrain himself for his brother's and boyfriend's sake.

"As I said, he cares for you more than you know," Kyuubi said earnestly. "He wouldn't be able to live with himself if something happened to you." He meant every word; Naruto had even said it himself, though he hadn't meant it the same way Kyuubi did.

"Why would he care?" the raven said dolefully. "He said himself he cannot love." A look so deep with regret and pain came over the pale face.

A tanned hand reached to comfort the young boy, but dropped halfway. "It's not that he can't, because he can, and he does. It's more that he doesn't want to." The redhead let out another sigh at Sasuke's increased confusion. It looked as though he wasn't doing a very good job of explaining, and at this rate Itachi would probably kick him out for the day instead of returning to their previous activities. "He doesn't want to go through the pain of losing another person he loves."

"But he obviously loves you, and his friends," Sasuke pointed out. "Why doesn't he push you away?"

Deep laughter filled the room. "He can try all he wants, but he will never get rid of us, and believe me, he's tried," Kyuubi said in between chuckles as he struggled to regain his composure. "As for you, I have a feeling that you already have a place in his heart, and he's furious with himself for letting you in." A wishful smile spread over the older Uzumaki's face. "You might be the one person who can finally break the through the wall he's placed around himself, and pull the real Naruto out of the depths in which he has hidden away." He fell silent, thinking over the changes his little brother had gone through in the last month and a half or so.

Pulling his legs to his chest and resting his chin on his knees, Sasuke silently watched the redhead before deciding to interrupt his thoughts. "If you don't mind my asking," he said quietly so as not to startle the Uzumaki that was lost in his own little world. "What happened?"

Shaking his head, Kyuubi refocused on the pale raven again. "I don't mind," he assured. "Though it's not my place to tell, you need to ask him. I will tell you the basics," the Uzumaki conceded, unable to resist the Uchiha pout, something he was sure that either of the brothers would deny ever using. He paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts. This was the first time he was telling their history to anyone outside the agency, not even Itachi knew, yet. "It all started with the death of our mother," he said slowly. "She died giving birth to Naruto, and for that he blames himself. The doctors said they could only save one, and she chose to give up her own life so that he had a chance to live his."

Kyuubi bowed his head in loving memory of his mother. She had been one of the most courageous people he had ever had the privilege of knowing, even if it was for only a brief time. Any of his parent's acquaintances that met him always told him that he was just like his mother, not only in looks, but also in spirit. He was forever grateful that Uzumaki Kushina had been brave enough to bring his younger brother into the world, but he had always wished that his brother could have had the opportunity to have known her.

"But that doesn't explain..."

"There's more," Kyuubi cut in. "The second death was our godfather, Jiraiya. When Naruto was five, he was kidnapped."

"What!"

"Just listen Sasuke," he said, rolling his eyes. The boy was worse than Naruto when it came to patience. "During the rescue, Jiraiya was killed. Naruto didn't witness this, he was only told after, but it weighed heavily on him." He waited for the information to sink in, but started again when it looked as though the teen was going to speak. "Then there is the most recent death," he said in a hushed tone. "Our father." This was one of the most difficult topics, one that had torn the Uzumaki family apart in more ways than one. "This is the one that put Naruto through the wringer and into his current state of emotional withdrawal." He stopped, his cerulean eyes meet Sasuke's widen onyx. "Our father was murdered."

Sasuke felt his heartbreak. He knew they were orphans as Naruto had told him that inadvertently the first day they met. The blond had said that Kyuubi was all he had in the world, but Sasuke never knew that they were alone because their father was so cruelly taken from them.

"Why does he take it so hard? That couldn't have possibly been his fault! None of what you have told me is!" the raven exclaimed angrily. He wasn't sure who he was more upset with; Naruto for being a complete moron and blaming himself for something he had no control over or the ones that took their father.

"I know that," the older man sighed wearily. "But when our father was killed, he was there, he witnessed it." The redhead watched the Uchiha freeze mid rant, the pale jaw dropped open. "He doesn't talk about it," he continued, carefully gauging the others' reaction. "I've never heard him mention our father since that day. He hasn't grieved; I don't even think he's cried yet. If you want to know the full story, you need to ask him."

The jaw snapped shut. "But you just said he doesn't talk about it!" Sasuke cried in exasperation. Here he was given a taste of their history only to so cruelly be cut off from learning the whole story. He crossed his arms over his chest and huffed irritably.

"I know," said Kyuubi, holding his hands up in defence. He grinned at the cute pout on the younger boys' face. "Since that day his smiles have been fake, his eyes not as expressive, and he has been over exuberant as if he's trying too hard to pretend he's okay. He thinks that the people he loves die, and he believes that it's his fault. Our mother, our godfather, and our father; he blames himself for all their deaths. Hell, he even blames himself for the incident with Shikamaru."

Why Naruto blamed himself for the shooting Shikamaru was involved in, Sasuke didn't know, but he remembered the state the other teen had been in when he found out. The raven realized that the same distant look had taken over that day, the same one he wore the first day they met.

"I noticed his empty happiness when he first introduced himself to me at school," he said slowly, thinking things over even as he spoke. "I've seen a real smile though, three actually. I've also seen him angry, furious, and hurt." He smiled softly at the memories before looking up to meet Kyuubi's gaze.

"No," said Kyuubi shaking his head. Sasuke looked about ready to protest so the redhead cut him off. "You've seen more than that, and I'm pretty sure you're the only person that has been able to coax any true reaction out of him in years. I don't know what it is, but there is something about you that is perfect for him. I think that you are the one person who Naruto is going to open up to."

"He's the sun to my moon," Sasuke whispered, looking away. His voice was so low that the redhead had to strain to hear him. "What's the real Naruto like?" he asked curiously, his voice back to its normal volume, but he still didn't turn back.

"Much as he is now, but alive and real," the redhead said with a smile. The older Uzumaki would give anything to see his brother back to his old self. "Talk to him, okay? He needs you, and I know he loves you; he just doesn't want to give in. He's afraid of what he has to lose."

"What does he have to lose?"

Kyuubi smiled broadly. "You."

The redhead stood up from the bed, stretching as he made his way out the door. He almost skipped on his way down the hall, heading to receive his reward for doing such a good job, and leaving the youngest Uchiha to think over everything he had just learned.

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