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Glue between the Cracks	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 4116 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto nor make profit of it. Kishimoto owns it.

Chapter List
- 14
- 15
Author's note: Here we are finally at the end. I thank you all for sticking with this story, even through the many delays, and for giving it a chance even with the nonconventional pairing. Thank you for all your support!
This last chapter wasn't easy to write, even though I had already written down the scene months ago, but I do hope it's not too awful either!
Warnings: Time skip; fluff
For the last time: I hope you'll enjoy this!
Chapter 15: Epilogue
He woke up to the sight of a phone held out above him and blond hair spilling across his bare chest; a slender finger reaching for the button to press down and take a picture.
"What are you doing?" he asked, still more asleep than awake, rubbing his fingers against smooth warm skin.
Deidara snickered and snapped a picture of the both of them before sitting up and typing something quickly. "Just reminding Sasori of all the fun and nice bodies he's missing out on now that he's on his trip to France."
"You're awful," Itachi remarked, but couldn't help but feel amused, watching his mate stick out the tip of his tongue as he finished typing his what was probably a rather taunting message to the third member of their relationship.
"Hey, hey, we need to remind him just who he belongs to, un," Deidara said and clucked his tongue. "Wouldn't want him to get any ideas and get interested in a French guy."
"Like he would be interested in anyone else when he has us," Itachi pointed out and the blond regarded him pleased, bending down to kiss his mouth.
"Oh, I know, but it's always fun to remind him of it," Deidara grinned. "Besides, I thought it would be nice for him to have something to look at while he's stuck in France for the entire week, un."
"He's supposed to have his meeting with the museum director today, right?" Itachi turned his head and looked at the clock on the nightstand. It showed it was a bit past seven and he quickly did the math. "It's midnight there now, don't know whether he'll reply."
"Well, if he doesn't, then he'll have - "
Before Deidara could finish his reply, both their phones buzzed with incoming messages. Curious, Itachi picked up his phone and was surprised to be greeted with a text from Sasori. The red haired man was apparently still awake then, despite the late hour in France.
07.08 a.m. Sasori
Do me a favour and punish that little minx of ours, okay? He's getting far too cheeky
Itachi chuckled, typing back a quick, Will do.
"The world has gone too far if an Omega can't even send a lovely picture of him and his mate to his other mate, un," Deidara sighed dramatically and shook his head, waving his phone in the air. "I thought he liked to tease."
"He does like to tease – when he's not an entire continent away," Itachi said amused, placing his phone back on the nightstand. "You know you're going to get it when he comes back."
"I'm counting on that, un." Deidara winked at him, grinning mischievously. "In the meantime, what did he say to you?"
"That I should punish you for being so cheeky."
"That really isn't as much of a threat as he thinks it is, un. Or a punishment," Deidara added thoughtfully.
Itachi snorted and went to reply when a sharp piercing cry alerted them to the fact that their daughter was wide awake now and demanding food right now.
"Guess that's our cue to get our butts moving," Deidara said, unbuttoning his night shirt.
"I'll go get here," Itachi said and got out of bed before the crying could take a turn for the worse. His daughter, Asami, definitely took after her uncle when it came to lung volume and being able to use it to its maximum capacity.
He hurried into the nursery where the four month old baby was waving her little fists impatiently up and down, her face turning progressively redder as she prepared herself to cry even harder.
"Hey there, princess, did you have a good night sleep?" Itachi murmured, coming to a stop in front of the pastel green crib.
At the sound of his voice, Asami calmed down considerably, even smiling and blabbing at him, reaching out with her small hands. Warmth glowing in his chest at the sight of his precious baby girl, he bent down to pick her up, inhaling her comforting baby scent.
He, Deidara and Sasori had officially given each other the Mark two years ago, when they had been nearly one year together. Perhaps others might consider one year too short to actually give someone something as important as the Mark, but everything about his relationship with Sasori and Deidara – no matter how unconventional – felt right. Why wait any longer then?
Then one year ago, the topic of children had been breached seriously for the first time and they had discussed how they would go about it. After several long conversations they had decided that the first child Deidara would carry would be Itachi's.
"Wait, are you sure about this?" Itachi asked surprised, taken aback by how solemn both men looked.
Sasori nodded, clasping his hands together and leaning slightly forwards. "Yes, it makes the most sense even."
"I'm not really following," Itachi said slowly.
Sasori smiled faintly and shrugged. "I thought it would make more sense if you got a piece of family back at first. Another Uchiha to add to the family."
"I've got you as my family. I've got my brother, Naruto-kun and Itarou-kun too," Itachi commented. "So it's not like I don't have any family left."
"What Sasori doesn't say, is that he also thinks it would be more fair to you to have the first baby between us because he got me as his mate first," Deidara said frankly, stretching out his legs underneath the table.
"It's not a competition," Itachi said sharply.
Sasori raised his hand placatingly. "No, it's not. But I really don't mind if he carries your baby first. This child will be raised by all three of us anyway, so it isn't as if one of us would have a lesser role in their life. What do you think?" Brown eyes regarded him calmly, but expectantly.
Dark eyes narrowed. "And you're really certain about this?"
"You really think I would have suggested it if I wasn't sure about it?" Sasori gave him an unimpressed look, which was fair, Itachi guessed.
Sasori had already shown before that if he didn't like something he wouldn't go through with it or lie about it, as evidenced by the fact that he absolutely refused to let himself be tied up during sex, no matter how appealing Deidara had tried to make the idea out to be. Just like Deidara he was rather blunt and had no trouble voicing his thoughts at all.
So if he really was certain that Itachi and Deidara would have their first child together without him feeling bothered by it, then there wasn't any issue.
"So, what do you think, un?" Deidara asked quietly, his blue eyes soft and his hand warm on Itachi's knee. "You want to have a baby with me?"
When Deidara's heat had started, he and Itachi had remained sequestered in the bedroom for two full days. Sasori had joined them occasionally, but he had kept it to his mouth and hands only. Not that that had made him any less satisfied, because as he had once admitted when he'd been rather drunk, he loved the sight of Deidara and Itachi together, almost as much as he liked joining them.
Thirty-nine weeks later, little Asami had been born; her hair a beautiful jet black and her eyes a deep, deep blue. Both he and Sasori had had tears in their eyes when they had been allowed to hold their little girl for the first time, the weight of a baby familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time now that it was his own child and not his nephew he was holding.
Sasuke and Naruto had visited them that same day still, bringing Itarou with them once they had been reassured none of them would mind the little boy's presence. Why would they have when Asami was Itarou's first official cousin?
Sometimes, during nights when old memories would surface too often, Itachi would sneak out of the bedroom he was sharing with Deidara and Sasori and he would go to the nursery and stand at Asami's crib, watching the little girl as she slept. During those nights, he had to pinch himself several times and count his fingers over and over again just to reassure himself that all of this was not a dream, that he really did have his brother back, that he really was mated to two amazing men, and that he really did have his own daughter.
Some nights it took him longer to convince himself than others. Every time, however, without fail when he would return to bed, two pairs of arms would open, beckoning him into the bed and he would be hugged tightly then; neither man saying a word, but not having to either. It was enough to feel their arms around him, enough to hear their steady breathing and their warmth seeping into him.
Enough to know that he was no longer alone.
"Come on, princess, let's get you to your daddy, hm? Get yourself some breakfast," he told Asami who grinned at him toothlessly, already done with crying now that she had one of her papas' attention.
He chuckled, remembering how eager his own brother had been to have his attention fixated on him, and went back to the bedroom, where Deidara was sitting propped up against the pillows, shirt unbuttoned and ready to feed their daughter.
As Asami latched on eagerly to Deidara's left nipple, her little fist resting against his chest, and Deidara cooing at her, telling her how much he adored her, Itachi looked on; his own hand resting on Deidara's ankle underneath the blanket.
This was a sight he would never get tired of seeing. It just had one person missing, but he would be back in five days and then their family would be complete once more.
"How did the meeting in France go for Sasori?" Sasuke asked curiously, placing both mugs of tea on the kitchen table.
Itarou was colouring a picture next to him at the table, but he kept shooting glances at Asami, who was peacefully asleep on Itachi's chest. His nephew was probably impatiently awaiting the moment Asami would wake up so that he could play with her.
"Very well, he managed to secure four new exhibitions for his art gallery," Itachi answered, taking a careful sip of his hot tea. "The first exhibition should open within one month if everything goes well."
"That's good to hear. I bet you two were happy when he was back," Sasuke smiled, handing over a chocolate biscuit to Itarou, who accepted it eagerly, immediately stuffing half of it in his mouth.
"We definitely weren't complaining, that's for sure," Itachi smirked.
"Say, Itachi," Naruto walked into the room, rubbing his hands dry on a towel after he'd finished the dishes, "would you and the others mind if you would take Itarou for three days this month during my heat?"
He looked at him apologetically, a bit embarrassed even, as he paused next to the table. "We would normally drop him off at my parents' place, but they've received a gift card for a weekend at the beach and the date of that weekend is right when my heat is supposed to hit." His cheeks coloured a deep pink at the admission.
"Sure, not a problem. I'm sure the others would love having Itarou over as well," Itachi reassured him. "I'll even try to convince Deidara not to practice his experiments at home during that time."
"Much appreciated," Sasuke answered dryly and ignoring Naruto's weak protest, he pulled the Omega on his lap, wrapping his arms around his waist. "You know you can drop off Asami at our place too when Deidara's heat hits again. It's only fair if you're willing to look after Itarou for us."
"He's my nephew, why wouldn't I want to do that?" Itachi shook his head, smiling when Itarou grinned up at him. "Thanks for the offer, by the way. We might take you up on that."
"How else were you going to arrange it?" Naruto asked curiously. "Dropping her off at her grandparents' home?"
"Rotation," Itachi answered lightly. "We're with three, so one of us will look after her while the other two are busy then."
"Well, that's more information than I needed to know," his brother muttered, wrinkling his nose and looking a tad disturbed.
"You asked," the older Alpha snorted and couldn't help but tease, "It is rather handy, though, being in a triad. Always someone who can take care of the baby. You sure you don't want to try out having one too? Maybe with Gaara-san?" he asked faux innocently and was awarded with a low growl from his brother, making him smirk.
"So, I take it that's a no?"
"Like he – no way I'm going to share Naruto with anyone," Sasuke said darkly, visibly tightening his arms around a slightly exasperated looking Naruto. "That might have worked out for you perfectly, but it's not my cup of tea."
"I don't know," Naruto mused, his eyes shimmering with mischief. "Gaara is rather handsome … You don't want to try out - "
He squealed when Sasuke bit him lightly in his neck at the same time flicking his cheek. "There will be no sharing of any kind with anyone," Sasuke growled; eyes flashing.
"Looks like you're better at sharing than Sasuke is," Naruto told Itachi gravely, right before he jumped up and ran away, laughing as Sasuke chased after him.
"Papa and daddy being weird," Itarou said sagely, tapping his red pencil against the paper.
"Weird indeed," Itachi chuckled. "Now can you show me what you've been drawing, Itarou-kun?"
Some days it was hard to believe still that everything was over, that his murky past had finally been laid to rest. Hard to believe at times that he really deserved to have this life, a life with his brother and his family, a life with two mates and a beautiful daughter, when his hands had been so soaked in blood.
But then his brother would pull him in a hug, Deidara would kiss his lips, Sasori would embrace him and kiss his neck, and his daughter would smile sweetly at him, crying out for him.
And it became easier to believe he really did deserve this. Easier to visit his parents' graves, knowing he had done everything he could to avenge them, knowing they were at peace wherever they had gone to after their lives had been stolen from them too early.
Easier to live his life, the life he had always wanted to have.
Only once did he get a glimpse of his old life: a flash of red, a sharp dark grey suit, a blue haired woman holding her daughter's hand, black heels tip-tapping on the pavement.
Across the street, purple eyes briefly met his. They shared a nod.
And that was that.
The small family turned around the corner, disappearing into the throng of other people making their way home, and Itachi turned to follow his own family, who were patiently waiting at the car for him to make a trip to the local zoo in order to celebrate Itarou's birthday.
A final goodbye to his old life.
A hello to his new one.
He had finally found peace at last.
The End
AN2: Like I said, not easy to write and I'm not entirely happy with it, but I hope it wasn't too bad either!
I do have a question for you all before I officially end this story: with regards to Sasuke's pov Never Again: would you prefer the chapters being posted while I'm still in the progress of writing them (with the risk of delays in between each chapter) or do you prefer waiting for a longer time in order to have more regular updates?
You have around a month to give the vote :) In the meantime I obviously will be working on Sasuke's pov and on other projects LOL
I thank you all again for your support. For the last time for this story, please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me.
I hope to see you all back in my future stories! Please stay safe and take care of yourselves!
Cuddles
Melissa
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