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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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Chapter Fifteen
25^th August – 2 weeks and 5 days to the wedding
Naruto wandered around the garden for what felt like the first time in years. It hadn’t really changed, either. There were still random flowerbeds dotted around, where his mother had started some gardening project before getting bored. The swing set where he and Sasuke had played as children still nestled beside a tangle of trees that they had used to climb. Almost, Naruto expected to see 10 year old Sasuke come running out, caught up in whatever game they had invented for themselves. Caught up in nostalgia, Naruto sat on one of the swings, and gently rocked himself with his toe.
He almost whished that he was 10 again. Everything had seemed so much simpler back then. He had settled down to lunch, thankfully cooked by Hinata instead of Kushina, but he couldn’t stand how different everyone was. Ok, he had been in an accident, but he was fine. A little bit bruised, and he would have a cool scar on his forehead, but apart from that, he was fine. Sasuke was the one who had been in real danger; Naruto could still vividly remember the feeling of his blood, soaking through the makeshift bandage, hot and damp against his fingers. He shuddered. He had seen enough of Sasuke’s blood to last him a lifetime; Sasuke’s blood definitely belonged inside Sasuke’s body, and Naruto felt that it was his job to keep it there. Especially since Sasuke had risked his life to protect Naruto. Naruto couldn’t shake the feeling that it was supposed to be the other way around; that he was supposed to protect Sasuke from harm.
He wondered how Sasuke’s talk with his dad was going. Part of Naruto wished that he was there to offer support, while another part was fairly glad to stay well away. What had decided it, though, had been the gut instinct that this was one fight Sasuke needed to go into alone. Naruto had his back, always, but Sasuke needed to stand up to his father by himself. Naruto just hoped that Sasuke didn’t bottle it when the time came. Because, after almost losing him, Naruto was determined that he was never letting Sasuke go again.
He pulled his phone out of his pocket; no missed calls, no texts. It had been a few hours; surely Sasuke was finished by now. Naruto fought against sudden apprehension. Sasuke had been pretty adamant up until now that just telling his father the truth wasn’t a good idea. What if he was right? What if Fugaku had locked him up somewhere? What if he was even now forcing Sasuke and Sakura into a secret wedding ceremony? Naruto clenched his teeth at that thought. Sasuke would refuse; he had promised that he would cancel the wedding, that he would be with Naruto. He would refuse any secret ceremony, and he if he was locked up, he would escape.
Naruto held onto his belief in Sasuke. Sasuke may have the strange compulsion to fit the mould of the most dutiful son ever, but he wasn’t about to go back on his word. Naruto bit his lip as he glanced at his phone, still held in his hand. He was tempted to call Sasuke, just to make sure that he was alright, but before they had left Scotland, he had programmed Sasuke’s phone to play Don’t Marry Her by the Beautiful South, and it wasn’t the clean version. That could potentially be incredibly inappropriate.
However, since Naruto wasn’t well known for his tact and diplomacy, and since he really needed to hear Sasuke’s voice, he tried to call anyway. It rang for what felt like an eternity, before going to answer phone. Sasuke had never programmed a personal message, and Naruto hadn’t managed to hack into his mail box, so he was forced to listen to the robotic female voice asking him to leave a message. Naruto hung up and tried again, with the same level of success. Now he was worried.
He slipped off of the swing, and headed back to the house. He had to find Sasuke, had to know that he was alright. Naruto grabbed his keys and headed to his car, determined to drive to the Uchiha Mansion. He paused at the sight of Sasuke’s car, more abandoned than parked in the middle of the driveway. Sasuke was nowhere to be seen. Naruto spun and dashed back into the house, his heart pounding. He almost crashed into his dad, who was coming down the stairs.
“Have you seen Sasuke?” he demanded of his startled father.
“No,” Minato replied, puzzled.
Naruto dashed past him; he was pretty sure he knew where Sasuke would go, but he didn’t understand why he hadn’t answered his phone, or at least called Naruto back. He barrelled into his bedroom, pausing in the doorway with relief at the sight of Sasuke curled up on his bed. The relief quickly faded as Sasuke remained motionless. Naruto’s entry had been fairly loud, but Sasuke didn’t so much as raise his head.
“Sasuke?” Naruto ventured, trying to keep his voice soft. He approached his bed cautiously, as if he were approaching an injured animal. Sasuke remained where he was, his back to Naruto, curled in a foetal position. Naruto sat down on the bed, and carefully ran his hand through Sasuke’s soft black hair. In a sudden whirl of movement, Sasuke spun around and buried his face in Naruto’s lap, his arms tightly circling his waist.
Naruto froze, watching with a mixture of horror and concern as his lover completely broke down. His fingers digging tightly into Naruto’s flesh, Sasuke began sobbing harshly, as if the tears were being torn from him. Naruto didn’t know if this was a delayed reaction from the crash, or if something else had happened. Whatever it was, he didn’t think that he had ever seen Sasuke this upset. He began stroking his fingers through Sasuke’s hair, making soft shushing noises; he wasn’t sure if it was making things better or worse, but it seemed like the thing to do.
Sasuke was speaking between sobs, he realised, but the words were incomprehensible. When it became apparent that Sasuke wasn’t going to be stopping any time soon, Naruto carefully shifted them so that they were lying down. It was more comfortable, and Naruto could hold Sasuke close. Sasuke buried his head in Naruto’s chest, tangling their legs together. Naruto’s cock took sudden interest in Sasuke pressing against it, despite Naruto’s concern. Naruto tried to ignore the sudden ache; Sasuke needed his support, to be comforted. Although, he thought, there was more than one way to offer comfort. He buried that thought for the moment. He needed to find out what was wrong first.
Sasuke’s sobs had stopped, so Naruto risked cupping his cheeks and raising his head to look into his eyes. They were blood-shot and glistening with tears, and the look of despair in those black pools had Naruto’s heart clenching.
“What happened? What’s wrong?” He asked, stroking Sasuke’s cheeks with his thumbs.
“My father’s in Germany,” Sasuke said.
“Your father’s in Germany?” Naruto repeated, completely baffled. Of all the possible answers, that was one that he hadn’t even considered. “Why?” He found himself asking, although he didn’t really care.
Sasuke pulled his face away from Naruto’s hands, scowling. “For a meeting or something; it doesn’t matter. He could be gone for weeks.”
Naruto was about to ask why this would be considered a bad thing, when the import of Sasuke’s words finally hit him. “Weeks?” He asked, “As in, the weeks leading up to the wedding he’s paying for which you want to cancel? Fuck!”
He didn’t even bother asking if Sasuke had called him. If Sasuke thought calling would work, he would have done it while they were in Scotland. Naruto bit his lip, thinking. “We could always just tell Sakura, and surprise him when he comes back,” he suggested. He had a sudden, inappropriate mental image of them hiding in a darkened room, and jumping out at Fugaku as he entered, yelling surprise and waving rainbow flags.
Sasuke’s scowl deepened. “No,” he said, “I need to tell my father first, explain it to him; I can’t have him finding out second hand from gossips, or a really pissed off Sakura. It needs to come from me.” And then he burst into tears again.
Naruto fell back on the shushing noises, trying to ignore his irritation and see things from Sasuke’s perspective. It was hard; he had been pretty sure that being gay freed him from having to deal with all this mood swing crap. He briefly considered mentioning this to Sasuke in the hope that implying he was acting like a woman would make him pissed off enough to stop crying. Although little girl was probably closer to the truth; most of the women Naruto knew would beat the crap out of him if he so much as implied they were weak. Some sixth sense told him that this would be a very bad idea, either way. Besides, his mother would probably force him to watch a bunch of documentaries on the feminist movement if she found out he was gender stereotyping again. Instead, he settled for more hair stroking.
“Don’t worry,” he said, “we still have time, we can just go to Germany, and tell him. It’ll be fine.” Naruto had another rainbow flag waving mental image. Germany was famous for sausages, he thought; they could slip a few puns in as well.
“No we can’t; believe me, if my father can get someone to do all the leg work for him, he will. I don’t know what’s going on, but if he’s gone in person then it must be serious. He won’t have time to listen to what I say.”
“It’s not going to take much time,” Naruto countered; “two sentences; ‘I’m gay’ and ‘I’m not marrying Sakura.’ In fact, you could probably do it in one.”
“Are you even taking this seriously?” Sasuke demanded. His tears had been replaced by anger, which Naruto saw as a good thing. Angry Sasuke he could deal with.
“Of course I am,” Naruto replied, becoming a bit irritated himself. “It’s just you overcomplicate every damn thing. Why can’t you see how simple this is; I love you, I want to be with you.”
“There is nothing simple about love,” Sasuke replied, “and getting my father to understand it isn’t going to be easy. That’s why I can’t have him distracted by what’s happening in Germany.”
“But we’re running out of time,” Naruto reminded gently.
“I know!” Sasuke’s face crumbled, but he didn’t give way to tears again. “I can’t marry Sakura, and I can’t be without you, but I can’t cancel the wedding without speaking to my father first. What am I going to do? What if he doesn’t get back in time?”
Naruto wrapped his arms possessively around Sasuke. “There is no way that I am letting that wedding happen,” he said fiercely. “You’re mine, Sasuke.”
“But-”
Naruto stopped him with a kiss, fierce and possessive. He hated this; all the indecision, the hiding, the secrecy. Sasuke was his, and he wanted the world to know. Sasuke might be afraid what his father thought, but Naruto honestly didn’t give a shit. He wished that Sasuke could see that having his father’s approval didn’t really mean a great deal; so what if Fugaku was angry with them, so what if he disapproved? Sasuke was his son, maybe he wouldn’t understand right away, but he would given time. Or at least, that’s what Naruto believed. Besides, Sasuke was better than just being the model heir. He wished Sasuke could see that, too.
Sasuke was limp against him; not avoiding the kiss, but not participating in it, either. Naruto pulled out of the kiss, dismayed to see the bleakness back in Sasuke’s eyes.
“I can’t do anything right,” Sasuke said, his voice soft.
“What do you mean? You-”
“I Can’t! I’m terrible; I’m upsetting you, and it kills me. Sakura’s going to hate me, my father will disown me. I almost got you killed, Naruto; you could have died, and every time I think of that it gets hard to breathe, and I won’t be without you, I won’t, but everything is such a mess, and it’s all my fault!”
Sasuke took a deep breath, and began crying again. “Why do you even love me? How can you?”
Naruto gathered him close again, suddenly angry at the whole fucked up situation for pushing Sasuke to this. “It’s not your fault,” he said. “And I’ve loved you as long as I’ve known you, it’s in my blood. I couldn’t not love you.”
If anything, this made Sasuke cry harder. While Naruto was no therapist, he could recognise that guilt from the accident had pushed Sasuke into this self-loathing pity party. He just didn’t know what to do to get his lover back.
“You should hate me,” Sasuke said.
“Why? Why would I hate you?”
“Because I hurt you, I should have cancelled this stupid wedding straight away, as soon as I realised how you felt. I should have just been with you. I fucked everything up. Sakura loves me, and I’m going to hurt her too. I deserve to be hated.”
Naruto forced Sasuke’s head up so he could look into his eyes. “Enough,” he said, “I don’t hate you. It doesn’t matter what happens, what you do to me, I will always love you, but this has to stop, now. Yeah, you should have cancelled the wedding earlier; I’ve been telling you to do it for months, but this, now, is not your fault. It’s not your fault your dad is in Germany, it’s not your fault Sakura’s in love with you, and that accident certainly wasn’t your fault. I’m not sitting here watching you drown in self pity like some little school girl. You’re strong, Sasuke, stronger than anyone I know. Even if Sakura hates you forever, and your father disowns you, you’ll survive, and prove that you’re better than them. And through all that, I’ll be there, by your side.”
Naruto paused to shoot Sasuke a small smile. The tears were gone again, thank God, and Sasuke’s eyes were fixed on his, taking in every word. “I love you, Sasuke. Everyone makes mistakes, and you can’t make everybody happy. All you can do is try your best, and that’s what you’ve been doing.”
“I don’t deserve you,” Sasuke said.
Naruto shrugged. “Probably not, but you’ve got me anyway.” He kissed Sasuke again, feeling the other man melt into him, his mouth opening. Naruto slid his tongue between Sasuke’s lips, letting out a small moan as he felt Sasuke’s tongue move against his. Frustratingly, Sasuke pulled away just as the kiss was becoming heated.
“This doesn’t solve anything,” he said. “Sakura still thinks I’m marrying her. I can’t play along anymore, and I can’t tell her it isn’t going to happen.”
Naruto could see the despair rising in Sasuke’s eyes again. Desperate to stop it, he began kissing Sasuke again, because he didn’t have any more words. He kissed Sasuke’s cheeks, tasting the salt of his tears, and trailed a line down his throat.
“I’m not going home until my father returns,” Sasuke said.
Naruto raised his head, and stared into Sasuke’s dark eyes. “That doesn’t solve anything, either,” he said. “You can’t just avoid Sakura for almost three weeks, she’s going to know something’s wrong. You should just tell her, and swear her to secrecy.” He began unbuttoning Sasuke’s shirt, fingers questing for the hot flesh that the garment concealed.
“If you were in her position, would you keep quiet?”
Naruto paused in his exploration of Sasuke’s body, trying to imagine himself in Sakura’s position; loving Sasuke, thinking he loved her then finding out it was all a lie. The thought of Sasuke not loving him was like a fist of ice squeezing his heart. He wouldn’t be able to bear it; even when Sasuke had been intent on still marrying Sakura, Naruto had still known that Sasuke loved him.
“No,” he found himself answering. “I can’t even begin to imagine how she would feel.”
Sasuke reached out and cupped Naruto’s cheek, his finger’s caressing the flesh just under his cut. Sasuke’s eyes were shadowed, and Naruto knew that every time Sasuke saw that mark he would remember the crash, and blame himself. He turned his head and kissed Sasuke’s palm, flicking his tongue out and giving it a quick lick. He smiled as he saw the shadows in Sasuke’s eyes vanish.
“Everything will be ok, Sasuke, believe me. I will make sure of it.” Naruto said. A sudden wave of inspiration hit him. “Just stay here for now,” he continued, “we’ll tell Sakura that it’s an obscure Uchiha custom that the bride can’t see the groom three weeks before the wedding instead of the night before.”
He doubted that Sakura would buy it, but they could get everyone to play along. And maybe, if it raised doubts in her mind, it would make it easier when Sasuke finally did tell her. There was quite a bit of self interest involved, as well. This way he could keep Sasuke by his side, in his bed, away from his fiancée, and hopefully all thoughts of the wedding. Maybe it was a good thing that Fugaku was away; Sasuke was so emotionally vulnerable at the moment that he made Naruto want to wrap him up in his arms and never let him go. Confronting his father when he was like this would not end well.
Naruto rolled Sasuke onto his side, stripping his shirt off of him, and spooning behind him. He very gently ran his hand down Sasuke’s back, caressing his way around the cuts and abrasions that marred his pale skin.
“You shouldn’t look,” Sasuke said. “It’s ugly.”
Naruto rolled his eyes and placed a soft kiss against Sasuke’s shoulder blade. “Nothing about you is ugly,” he said.
He kissed the back of Sasuke’s neck, remembering the look in his dark eyes as he crouched protectively over him in the car. The shards of glass in his hair had caught the light from the fire, glowing in Sasuke’s dark hair. Sasuke had been in pain, scared and confused, but all Naruto had seen in his eyes at that moment had been love.
“I love you,” Naruto whispered in Sasuke’s ear. He took his earlobe between his teeth and sucked on it, loving the sound of Sasuke’s breath catch. “You need to trust me, Sasuke.”
“I do,” Sasuke gasped out, “with my life.”
“Then trust that I love you, trust that everything will be alright, trust that you’re and amazing person and stop all this guilt bull crap and just love me.”
Sasuke turned his head to face Naruto, a startled expression on his face. “It’s that easy?” He asked.
Naruto smiled at him, glad that he was finally getting through to the stubborn bastard. “It’s that easy,” he said, pulling Sasuke into a kiss. He was pleased that Sasuke responded enthusiastically to the kiss. Sasuke’s ass was pressing against his groin in a very tempting manner, and he was exhausted from all the talking. The best way to make Sasuke feel loved was to show him Naruto decided, running a hand down Sasuke’s naked chest, feeling the hot skin tremble under his caress.
“Fuck me,” Sasuke breathed, as if he was reading Naruto’s mind. “I want you to make it all go away, so it’s just you and me.” He arched his back, pressing his backside against Naruto’s groin. Naruto let out a soft gasp at the pressure, his cock hardening in anticipation.
Naruto rolled away long enough to remove his t-shirt and grab a tube of lube. He rolled back to see Sasuke looking at him over his shoulder. His eyes flicked to the tube in Naruto’s hand.
“You don’t need that,” he said.
Naruto narrowed his eyes in a glare directed at Sasuke. “I’m not fucking you dry,” he said.
“I want it rough,” Sasuke replied, “I want it to hurt,”
Naruto sighed. “No,” he said, “The whole blame thing is over. I’m not hurting you because you feel that you deserve it.”
The look in Sasuke’s eyes turned feral, as if he had been issued a challenge. He turned his head away from Naruto and slipped his jeans off with a wiggle of his hips that had Naruto’s mouth and dick drooling. Sasuke arched his back again, thrusting his ass towards Naruto. With what he considered excellent self control, Naruto removed his jeans and moved close to Sasuke. His naked cock rested against Sasuke’s ass, but he refused to give into temptation and slam inside the way Sasuke wanted. Sasuke liked it rough, and normally Naruto didn’t mind, but after seeing Sasuke bleeding like that Naruto didn’t want to do anything that caused Sasuke pain, even if it was pain that brought pleasure. He didn’t want to fuck; he wanted to make love, and after that look Sasuke had given him, he was going to make him beg for it.
Naruto began with gentle kisses to Sasuke’s neck, soft caresses with his lips and tongue. He didn’t use his teeth. He slid one arm under Sasuke, so he could caress his chest and stomach with two hands. Sasuke let out a hiss, and arched back against Naruto; with an uncanny precision he managed to line up his hole with Naruto’s cock. Naruto caught his hips and held him still as he began kissing his shoulder blades, careful to avoid the cuts. His cock ached to be buried inside Sasuke, but he was going to do this right.
“Naruto,” Sasuke hissed, tugging against Naruto’s grip on his hips.
“I’m not hurting you,” Naruto replied. “I want you desperate for my cock, but I’m not fucking you dry.”
Grinning to himself, Naruto carefully kissed his way down Sasuke’s spine. Most of the cuts were small, but a few had needed stitches. He avoided every one of them, pausing when he came to the top of Sasuke’s ass. He moved his hands from Sasuke’s hips onto his ass cheeks. He pulled them apart, exposing the darker flesh of Sasuke’s hole. Naruto extended his tongue, and lapped at the tight ring, gratified to hear Sasuke let out a gasp. He kissed it a few times, gentle pecks that had Sasuke squirming for more, before extending his tongue to probe at the tight entrance.
“Naruto!” Sasuke gasped, “Stop teasing.”
Naruto ignored him, working the tip of his tongue into Sasuke. He moaned at the taste, his aching cock agreeing with Sasuke. Naruto ignored it, too and delved his tongue deeper inside, caressing at the muscle of the opening with his lips.
“Please,” Sasuke gasped out, twisting as if he couldn’t decide to pull away from Naruto’s tongue or try to get it deeper inside him. Naruto popped open the cap of the lube, pouring a generous amount into the palm of his hand. He slicked it over his aching cock, groaning at the wet pressure. Sasuke’s breaths were coming in gasps as he twisted his tongue in his ass, not quite getting the right angle to lap at his prostate.
With one final thrust of his tongue, Naruto pulled it out of Sasuke’s hole, and moved back up his body, placing the slick head of his cock at Sasuke’s entrance. This time when Sasuke arched back against him the head breached him, sliding into tight heat. They both groaned, and Naruto grasped Sasuke’s hips again, determined to control the speed.
“Fuck!” Sasuke groaned, “Sadistic bastard.”
Naruto let out a snicker at the irony of that, and slid another slow inch into Sasuke. Saliva and the lube on his cock slicked the way, but it was still very tight, and Naruto longed to slam in all the way, feel that tightness grip his full length. Instead he grasped Sasuke’s leg, lifting it up. The movement caused Naruto to slide in half way. He slowly pushed forward with his hips, sliding in until his balls met Sasuke’s.
Gritting his teeth, Naruto forced himself to go slowly. He caressed the leg he was holding with his fingers, and kissed Sasuke’s neck. When Sasuke turned his head, Naruto released his leg, and pulled him into a deep kiss. He continued his slow rhythm, until he felt that he was about to go mad from the pleasure coursing through his cock as it slid in and out of Sasuke’s tight heat.
“Harder,” Sasuke moaned, “faster, Naruto please!”
Naruto stared into Sasuke’s lust clouded eyes, searching for any hint that the request was part of the punishment Sasuke was craving earlier. All he could see was need as great as his own.
“I love you,” he murmured, kissing Sasuke deeply.
“I love you too, Naruto,” Sasuke said against his mouth, “so much. Please, I need to feel you.” His words trailed off into a deep groan that vibrated all the way to Naruto’s balls.
Naruto kept his thrusts slow, but made them harder. Sasuke was moving in time with him, thrusting his hips back as Naruto drove his forwards. Naruto reached around Sasuke’s body, and grabbed his cock, stroking it fast in counterpoint to his slow, deep thrusts. Sasuke let out a strange mewling sound as Naruto tightened his grip around his cock, and leaned back against Naruto, resting his head against Naruto’s shoulder.
Naruto was quickly coming undone himself; trying to concentrate on moving his hips slowly and his hand fast, while pleasure ran from his cock in waves was not easy. Without even realising it, he had sped his hips up to match the rhythm of his hand. He was brought back to himself by the feeling of Sasuke coming, the warmth of it on his hand, the clenching of his ass around Naruto’s cock, and the deep groan he let out. The pleasure peaked, and with one last deep thrust, Naruto was emptying himself deep inside Sasuke.
Naruto wrapped his arms around Sasuke’s waist, and buried his head in the back of Sasuke’s neck, feeling his soft dark hair against his skin. Their breathing echoed through the room, harsh pants as they both still felt the after effects of their orgasms coursing through their bodies. Naruto placed a few quick kisses to the back of Sasuke’s neck then rolled him over to place a deep kiss against his lips. Sasuke allowed himself to be moved; pliant and boneless, he returned Naruto’s kiss languidly.
After a moment, Naruto pulled back to look into Sasuke’s eyes. They were still shadowed, but the bleakness from earlier was gone. Naruto grinned, his smile deepening as it was returned by Sasuke.
“So you’re going to trust me?” Naruto asked, brushing a fallen strand of hair away from Sasuke’s eyes.
“I am,” Sasuke said.
It was probably because it was the only option left; it wasn’t like Sasuke, stubborn bastard that he was, to rely on anyone else when he had his mind set on how things were going to go. Still, the look in his eyes was genuine, and Naruto was mainly just happy that the earlier despair was gone.
“Ok, so we’ll tell Sakura about the new Uchiha custom. That should give you some space from her while we wait for your dad to get back.” Naruto hoped it was sooner rather than later. Shit was going to hit the fan big time if Sasuke had to wait until a few days before the wedding to call the whole thing off.
“Do you really think she’ll buy that?” Sasuke asked.
Naruto shrugged. “Maybe; even if she doesn’t, what’s she going to do? We can get your mum and Itachi to go along with it; that should help with the authenticity. Besides, it’s either that, or you go home and play happy families with her until your dad gets back.”
Sasuke shuddered at that thought. “No, we’ll go along with your plan,” he said.
Naruto grinned again. He could get used to agreeable Sasuke, but he doubted that it would last very long. He would just have to make the most of it while he could.
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They started implementing Naruto’s plan straight away. Kushina was brought in to speak to Mikoto, since Naruto was sure that Sasuke’s mum was far more likely to listen to his mum than to him. Sasuke had point blank refused to go back home until his father was back, so they decided that he would write a letter to Sakura explaining everything, which Naruto would deliver.
Naruto spoke to Itachi before he gave the letter to Sakura. Sasuke’s brother stared at Naruto as he explained the plan, a small smile twisting his lips. The ever present Neji looked openly disgusted with the whole thing, rolling his eyes so often that Naruto was sure they were going to pop out.
“My brother does like to overcomplicate things,” Itachi said once Naruto had finished.
“I can’t believe he’s still stringing that poor girl along,” Neji said with a scowl. “Why doesn’t he just tell her truth?”
“Because he’s Sasuke, and he’s far too stubborn to see the sense in that,” Naruto replied. “Will you help us out? It should only be for a few days.” He shot them both his most winning smile.
“If Sakura asks, we’ll go along with it,” Itachi said, ignoring Neji’s snort of disgust, “but tell Sasuke that he’s going to owe me for this.”
“Thank you,” Naruto grinned, wondering what the sudden glint in Itachi’s eyes would mean for Sasuke.
He stopped off at Sasuke’s room to pick up some stuff. Sasuke had left him with a list, which Naruto mostly ignored. Instead he grabbed the bags from their trip to Scotland, which Sasuke, unusually, hadn’t unpacked, and stuffed in a few changes of clothing. He slung Sasuke’s laptop bag over his shoulder, and went in search of Sakura.
He found her in Sasuke’s study, playing with the kitten. Naruto felt a short stab of guilt as he realised that he had completely forgotten about the little creature. Especially as “kitten” was number 12 on Sasuke’s list.
“Hi!” She said brightly as Naruto stuck his head into the room.
“Er, hi,” Naruto replied, entering the room. He hadn’t really thought of how awkward this was going to be. “I have something for you,” he said, “from Sasuke.” Thank goodness for the letter. At least Naruto didn’t have to explain it to her, which was just as well, since it was seeming less and less sane by the minute. Why the hell had Sasuke just agreed to Naruto’s half assed spur of the moment idea?
Naruto handed the letter to her. Sakura took it, a curious frown pinching her brows, which Naruto suddenly noticed had been dyed pink.
“Where is Sasuke?” She asked. “I haven’t seen him since we came back from the hospital.”
“Uh, he’s...you should read the letter,” Naruto said.
Sakura glanced at the envelope in her hands, and after a moment’s hesitation ripped it open. Naruto watched as her eyes quickly scanned the contents, and her pink brows rose high enough that they disappeared into her hairline. She read it again, a curious expression of amused disbelief on her face. Shit, she’s not buying it, Naruto thought. We should have said he had to go on an emergency business trip. Why the hell didn’t I think of that earlier? That’s an amazing excuse. Damn.
Finally, Sakura looked up from the letter. Naruto forced a bright smile onto his face.
“I’ve never heard of this custom before,” Sakura said, a carefully schooled neutral expression on her face.
“Yeah, well we just found out about it, and you know how superstitious Sasuke is; he just doesn’t want anything to go wrong.” Naruto let out a burst of nervous laughter before he could stop himself.
“So we can’t see each other until the wedding day?” Sakura asked.
“Yup,” Naruto replied.
“We’ll I wish I had known this sooner; there’s still so much to do. I really need to speak to Sasuke. Can I call him?”
“Umm...” Naruto hadn’t considered this.
“I mean,” Sakura continued, “he wrote this letter, so it’s not like we can’t communicate.”
“I...uh, I don’t know. I mean, I’m not an Uchiha, so I don’t know how these customs work, but I know Sasuke is very serious about them, so maybe I could take a message?” Naruto was pretty sure his grin looked forced now.
“A message. Ok, tell him...” Sakura paused for a minute, thinking. “Tell him that I understand, and that he should feel free to tell me anything. Anything.” She put emphasis on the last anything, staring at Naruto as if she was trying to pass on some sort of secret message. Hopefully Sasuke would get it, because Naruto definitely didn’t.
“I will,” Naruto said with another forced grin.
“And Naruto? Make sure that you look after him.”
“I will,” Naruto said with absolute honesty.
Sakura smiled, and picked up the kitten, bumping its nose against her own. Kurohime swatted at Sakura’s face, and she laughed. “Does Hinata want her back?” Sakura asked. “I have to confess I’ve grown quite attached to her.”
Naruto suspected that they would have to fight over the little fur ball, since he was pretty sure Sasuke wanted her for himself. He supposed that it was some latent twinge of guilt that had him saying; “why don’t you look after her a little longer? I’m sure Hinata won’t mind.”
After all, Hinata had Juugo, and Sasuke had Naruto. Sakura had no one, and she didn’t even realise it yet. While Naruto had never really liked her, his dislike had been based on the fact that she was Sasuke’s fiancée rather than anything concrete about her. He found himself feeling quite sorry for her; Sasuke was right, he really wasn’t being fair to her. For the first time in his life, Naruto found himself wishing that Fugaku Uchiha would get himself back in the country. The sooner this whole wedding thing was over the better.
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Hinata hadn’t been happy that Naruto had given her cat to Sakura, but he thought that she understood when he explained it to her. Sasuke had acted like he didn’t care, but Naruto had seen the look of disappointment in his eyes. He had taken one look at the belongings Naruto had brought for him, and rolled his eyes with a snort. Everything went into the wash, and Sasuke borrowed some of Naruto’s clothing. Naruto was glad that Sasuke had got past his depression and was just being irritating again.
For the first few days, Naruto had remained positive. He had Sasuke in his bed, and they didn’t have to bother about hiding their relationship, which was great. Sasuke had seemed to thrive as well. Sakura had called a couple of times, but Sasuke had ignored her. Naruto had passed her message on, but Sasuke had been as clueless as he was about what it meant.
By the fifth day, with only two weeks left to the wedding, Sasuke had begun to panic. Naruto could see it in his eyes, and it killed him. He was seriously considering getting on a plane, and dragging the Uchiha patriarch back into the country. Sasuke crumbled and tried calling Fugaku on the eighth day, only to have no reply. He called several times throughout the day, with a similar level of success. Naruto wondered if Fugaku knew all about them, and was staying away on purpose to force Sasuke’s hand. The thought of that made him so angry that he had to go and punch something.
That night, he held Sasuke tight while he cried softly. As much as Sasuke was his own worst enemy in the whole mess, Naruto’s heart bled for him. He hated to see Sasuke upset, even if he was a pessimistic melodramatic bastard.
“It’s ok,” he whispered to his lover, “It’s going to be ok.”
“How?” Sasuke replied. “How can it possibly be ok?”
“Because I won’t let the wedding happen, remember? I have a plan.” Naruto hadn’t wanted to reveal his plan to Sasuke, but he was willing to do anything to stop the damn tears.
Sasuke stared at him through fallen strands of dark hair. “What sort of plan? If it involves burning the church down, I’m voting against it. Probably voting against it.”
“No, nothing so dramatic.” Naruto flashed Sasuke a grin. The room was dark, but he could see Sasuke’s eyes shining as he looked at him. “You know that bit where the priest says about anyone wanting to object or whatever? Well, I’ll just object!”
Naruto decided that Sasuke’s silence was due to his decent into depression; it was a good plan, an inspired plan. A little bit cliché, though Naruto didn’t know how many gay lovers had used it to break up a wedding.
“That’s your plan,” Sasuke eventually said, his voice flat.
“Yup.”
“I think the whole objection thing is for legal reasons, Naruto. Like, if I was already married, or if Sakura was secretly my sister.”
Naruto thought about that for a moment; either of those lies would be pretty damn spectacular, but he would rather stick to the truth. It would cause enough chaos to at least halt the wedding long enough for Sasuke to explain everything to Sakura and his father.
“It will still work,” Naruto insisted, “besides, it’s not like we’re going to need it, it’s like plan X. Your dad will be back before the wedding.”
“How can you possibly know that? What if he’s not back before the day of the ceremony? What if he’s back after? If we stop the wedding like that he’s going to be really pissed, and what about Sakura? How do you think she’ll feel standing up at the altar in front of all of those people while I come out?”
Sasuke looked like he was about to hyperventilate, and the last of Naruto’s patience snapped.
“At least I have a plan!” He exclaimed. “And if you don’t want to hurt Sakura, you just need to tell her now.”
“I’m trying!” Sasuke grabbed his phone and waved it in Naruto’s face. “It’s not my fault my father isn’t answering any of his lines.”
Naruto slapped the phone away before it could do any damage to his face. Sasuke’s head snapped around to follow it’s trajectory to the bedroom floor, before turning incredulous eyes back to Naruto.
“What the hell was that for?”
“You almost had my eye out waving that thing around.”
Sasuke had the gall to snort. “It’s a phone, it’s not like it has sharp edges.” He said.
Naruto decided that he had had enough of the attitude and the mood swings. He had had enough of walking on egg shells, and having every idea and suggestion he made dismissed while Sasuke happily continued to fuck them over. He punched Sasuke in the face.
Sasuke stared at him wide eyed for a moment. His eyes narrowed, giving Naruto enough time to brace himself, but not dodge the fist that came flying towards his face. Pain flared in his face, echoed in his gut as Sasuke jammed his knee in, rolling them off of the bed. Naruto managed to catch the second fist that came towards him, and caught Sasuke with his foot with enough force to make him recoil. He blocked another punch, and got a hit in on Sasuke’s cheek before his lover was on him again. They were both naked, but Naruto was far too angry to be aroused; Sasuke jammed his knee in Naruto’s crotch just to be sure.
They grappled for a while, both evenly matched. Hitting Sasuke had seemed a good idea at the time, but Naruto was quickly beginning to regret it. He managed to twist them around, and pin Sasuke’s hips with his thighs, twisting both of Sasuke’s arms around behind his back. Sasuke struggled, but Naruto watched wrestling on TV when he had free time over the weekends, and his improvised hold held.
“Why are you being so frustrating,” Naruto hissed in Sasuke’s ear.
“I’m frustrating? You’re the one who just launched an unprovoked attack.” Sasuke struggled again, almost catching Naruto on the chin with the back of his head.
“Unprovoked?” Naruto replied. “Have you any idea how you’ve been acting? I’ve tried everything to make life easier for you, to support you, but all you do is shoot my suggestions down. You said you would trust me, so trust me.”
“I do trust you.”
Naruto ignored him, fully engaged in rant mode. “You’re always so negative, and it’s totally draining. You don’t want people to be upset, yet you don’t take the obvious action to prevent it. I’m beginning to doubt your motives to be honest. It’s not that you don’t want to upset people; you just don’t want them to be upset with you. God, you’re so selfish.” Sudden realisation dawned on Naruto as he felt the truth of his words. His grip on Sasuke loosened, but the other man didn’t seem to notice as his dark head slumped, born down by the force of Naruto’s words.
“That’s why you don’t like my plan,” Naruto said. “It’s because you’ll have to stand up in front of everyone, and take the blame for wrecking the wedding. You really are an evil twat. And you try to justify yourself by saying you’re caring. You only care about your own reputation.”
Naruto felt Sasuke shudder. He spun in Naruto’s lax grip to face him, his dark eyes glinting dangerously.
“I care about you,” he said.
Naruto raised an eyebrow. His anger had sublimated away, and the look in Sasuke’s eyes had his stomach clenching in anticipation; he felt compelled to bait Sasuke.
“Really? That’s why you’re stringing me along? I seem to be the only one who you don’t care about hurting, and that’s because I’m the only one who really knows you. I know your flaws and weaknesses, I’ve seen beyond that little public façade you put on, and I still love you. And you seem to think that that gives you the right to treat me like shit.” Ok, so maybe some of the anger was still there. Naruto waited, dying to see how Sasuke would come back at him.
“I...I...” Sasuke stuttered.
Naruto gave him a twisted smile. “You can’t even deny it,” he said softly.
Sasuke’s eyes dropped down to the ground. Naruto watched as he took a few deep breaths; gathering the courage for a bit of honesty, he thought. When Sasuke raised his head, his eyes shone with emotion.
“You’re right,” he said softly, “I don’t mean to hurt you, and I don’t want to. I guess I can’t help myself. I did tell you, I’m a horrible person, and you shouldn’t love me; you should hate me. But the thing is, Naruto, even if you did that, even if you left me, I wouldn’t let you go. I love you too much.”
“Sasuke,” Naruto said with a sigh, “I can put up with all of your normal crap. I’m sort of used to it. What I can’t handle is all the emo shit.”
“Emo shit?! I’m not-”
“Yes you are. And it’s exhausting; you’re acting like a teenage girl, and that’s totally not my type.”
Sasuke scowled at him, and Naruto suppressed a grin; Sasuke could handle being called out on his evil twatishness, but call him a teenage girl, and he got all snitty. It was sort of adorable.
“You know if I have to stand up in the church and stop the wedding I can make it look like it’s my fault, and you were only trying to do the right thing. I don’t care what your dad thinks of me. But you can’t keep on crying about him hating you, or Sakura being upset. The time to stop this wedding without that happening was months ago. Face it Sasuke, Sakura will be hurt and your dad will be pissed, even if you get through to him tomorrow.”
“I know. It’s just every time I think of it my chest gets all tight and it’s hard to breath.”
“Then don’t think about it.” Naruto grinned. “Think about something else. Think about me.”
Sasuke shot him a tremulous smile, and reached out to cup his cheek. He pulled his hand away sharply, and his eyes widened with sudden fear. Belatedly Naruto was aware of wetness on the side of his face. Sasuke dove over him, switched on the bedside lamp, and grabbed some tissues. He knelt back down in front of Naruto, pressing the wad of tissues against his temple.
“Shit,” Sasuke muttered.
Naruto winced at the pressure against his temple, and reached up to feel the dampness against his cheek. His fingers came back bloody. Obviously one of Sasuke’s punches had opened up the cut on his head. Sasuke, Naruto noticed, had a darkening bruise above his left cheek bone, and a split lip. He glanced down to the wound on Sasuke’s thigh, but thankfully that hadn’t opened.
“I don’t think it needs re-stitching,” Sasuke said, “there’s just a lot of blood.”
Naruto watched as Sasuke removed the bloody tissue, and carefully inspected the wound. Smiling to himself, he cupped Sasuke’s cheeks and pulled him down into a kiss. He tried to be gentle, aware of the cut on Sasuke’s lip, but Sasuke kissed him back with a greedy ardour that had Naruto’s heart pounding.
“I think we need to take this back to the bed,” Naruto murmured against Sasuke’s lips, gratified at the small shudder that went through his lover’s body, and the moan that escaped his lips.
“I think you’re right,” Sasuke said softly, pressing into another kiss, his tongue probing its way sensuously into Naruto’s mouth.
Naruto’s bedroom door crashed open, and they sprang away from each other with a startled cry. Sasuke whipped the duvet off of the bed, wrapping it around his waist, leaving Naruto to face their intruder buck naked.
“Now there’s something I haven’t seen since you were potty trained,” Kushina said, “put it away, cherub.”
“Mum!” Naruto cried out, incensed at her sudden interruption. They had just got to the good bit of any fight; the kissing and making up, and Naruto’s penis didn’t really care about the last time Kushina had seen it; it wanted Sasuke.
Kushina rooted around in Naruto’s wardrobe, pulling out two pairs of pyjama bottoms and throwing them at Naruto and Sasuke. Naruto put his on with a scowl; Sasuke clearly meant to keep the duvet wrapped around himself until she was gone.
“You know, chickpea, I’m not particularly happy to be up at 2am, either,” Kushina said.
Naruto and Sasuke exchanged a startled glance; surely they hadn’t been that loud.
“And when you invite people to stay, you could at least let me know so I can get rooms ready,” Kushina continued.
“I haven’t invited anyone-” Naruto began, completely confused.
Kushina raised an eyebrow and handed him a piece of paper. Naruto recognised it with a sinking feeling. One of the wedding invitations he and Sasuke had written out what seemed like a lifetime ago. At the bottom was a note in his handwriting: feel free to come and crash whenever, we have plenty of room, just don’t bring your dog. Why the hell had he put that at the end? Probably because he didn’t expect any of his university friends to come to the wedding, because he had been sure that the whole thing would have been cancelled by now.
“Well, at least you told him not to bring the dog,” Sasuke said wryly, glancing at the invitation over Naruto’s shoulder.
“Oh, he ignored that request,” Kushina said. “He brought the dog, and his sister, her dog, and some of your other friends, too.”
“Shit,” Naruto groaned. Normally he would be happy to see his friends, but with them here as wedding guests, serving as a constant reminder to Sasuke, he just could not see this ending well.
“I’m going to get the guest rooms ready,” Kushina said with a bright smile that Naruto knew was fake. “You two go and entertain our guests. I’ll warn you now, the fat one looks hungry.”
Sasuke dropped the duvet once she was gone, and slipped on the pyjama bottoms. He grabbed the matching top as well, putting it on forcefully. He strode passed Naruto, a scowl fixed firmly on his face. Naruto sighed as he followed him. Oh no, this was not going to go well.
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