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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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A/N: Thanks to everyone who has read and rated this fic, and extra thanks to all who have taken the time to review, it is really nice to know your thoughts ^^
Here's chapter Eighteen; I'm currently in the middle of writing Chapter Nineteen, which will also be the final chapter...hopefully it should be done by tomorrow, or friday at the latest....hopefully! When it's done I will post it on both sites ^^
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Chapter Eighteen
16^th September – Wedding Day
A clattering noise woke Sasuke up. He groaned; his head felt like there were a dozen crabs living in there pinching at his brain. He rolled over, ignoring whatever had woken him up, snuggling against Naruto's sleeping warmth. A thump of something heavy hitting the bed had his eyes snapping open. Then someone began singing I'm getting married in the morning loud and off key.
Sasuke sat up, planing murder as his head pounded in time with the singing. His eyes widened in horror as he saw Kiba kneeling on the bed, singing the chorus over and over again since he obviously didn't know all the words, and conducting himself with the discarded dildo from the night before. There was so much wrong with the whole picture that Sasuke didn't know where to begin. Next to him, Naruto rolled over with a sleepy grunt and eyed his irritating friend through a messy tangle of blond hair.
“Hey Kiba, you do know that was up Sasuke's ass last night, right?” Naruto said.
Kiba paused mid howl and looked at the offending toy in horror. Sasuke kicked at Naruto under the covers, feeling his face heat. Kiba spun and hurled the dildo across the room, wiping his hands on the duvet. At that moment Kushina entered the room, ducking the projectile fake dick. She cocked her head to one side, giving them all a quizzical look. Sasuke buried his head in his hands with a groan.
“Chickpea,” she said, in a voice so sweet that Sasuke knew it covered venom, “why are there a pair of strippers sleeping in my dining room? Also, one of my chairs appears to be missing.”
“Crap,” Naruto groaned.
Sasuke tried not to let his eyes drift to the incriminating splinters on the floor. It had been such a good idea at the time, but in the cold light of day he wondered what horny demon had possessed him to tie Naruto to an antique chair and straddle him. Great sex aside, it had been a stupid plan, and probably the reason for the slight throbbing feeling in his ass.
Kiba, for a wonder managing to sense the mood, slipped off the bed. “I should go,” he said.
His foot knocked against one of the handcuffs, which clanked against the wreckage of the chair. Four pairs of eyes dropped down to the floor. Two brows wrinkled in confusion; two pairs of eyes locked in twined dread. Kushina bent down and hooked up the handcuff. Her eyes flicked to the dildo lying by the wall, and her eyebrows climbed into her hairline.
Naruto, in an act of desperation, went on the defensive. “See why you shouldn't just barge into my room, mum,” he said.
Kushina's eyes dropped to the dead chair again and she frowned. “Wait. Is that my chair?”
Kiba began edging towards the door. Sasuke considered following him; he did not want to face Kushina pissed off.
Kushina turned the full force of her scowl at Sasuke and Naruto. Sasuke felt Naruto grab his arm as his mother's eyes snapped at them. She shook the lump of wood at them, the chain of the handcuff rattling.
“I can handle you leaving me behind while you go out and have fun,” she said, “I can even put up with all the random people turning up and eating all our food. But you broke my chair; it was an antique, they don't make them any more. Now I'm going to have to get a whole new dining room set because I won't be able to get something to match, and furniture shopping is a pain in the ass. I hope you're happy.”
“We're sorry,” Naruto said, his voice subdued.
Next to him, Sasuke nodded mutely in agreement, fascinated. If it had been his own mother, she would have been more concerned that they had destroyed an antique.
“You know,” he said slowly, hoping that he was doing the right thing to appease her, “we could do the shopping for you.”
Kushina's scowl dissolved into a brilliant grin. “With an attitude like that, I could almost grow to like you,” she said. “Even with you making my baby boy have to suffer through today.”
Sasuke felt that he would be suffering far more than Naruto, but he was wise enough not to say anything. Beside him, Naruto let out a sigh of relief. Over by the door, Kiba was watching the drama unfold with wide eyes.
“You know, Ikea have a new range in,” Kushina said. “Maybe you two could pop down there tomorrow.”
“You want to replace your antique dining room furniture with something from Ikea?” Sasuke asked in disbelief. Kushina's eyebrows raised, daring him to make any further comment. Sasuke sighed. “Fine, we'll go tomorrow.” He would have been quite happy to go today; he wondered if replacing furniture broken during wild drunken sex was a good enough excuse to not go to your own wedding. Probably not.
From over by the door Kiba snickered. “I can't believe Sasuke let you handcuff him to a chair,” he said.
“Uhh, yeah. Let's not talk about that,” Naruto said shooting Sasuke a guilty look. Sasuke rolled his eyes; Kiba could assume whatever he damn well liked, he wasn't about to go into the details of his sex life with the irritating wanker.
Naruto's eyes flicked to the two invaders. “Why are you in here, anyway?” He asked.
“I thought it would be funny to wake you two up,” Kiba said with a shrug.
“Yeah, that was hilarious. Mum?”
“Oh! Mikoto is having a big family pre-wedding breakfast at eight, and she will personally come and kill us all if we're not there. Her exact words, by the way.”
Sasuke bit his lip. His last conversation with his mother had not gone well. She had demanded that he make a choice, and damn well stick with it. Sasuke had told her that he had made a choice; Naruto, and she had slapped him. He could still hear her words, echoing in his head; “You can't say you chose him, and still be engaged to Sakura; it doesn't work like that. Let the poor girl down if that's the case. Until you are no longer attached to her in anyway, you haven't made your choice. You're stringing them both along, and I didn't raise you to be that way. Someone is going to be hurt by this, so do it now before it's two late. I'll support you whatever choice you make, but I can't support you while you're doing this.”
All of his reasoning had fallen on deaf ears. She was harder to reason with than Naruto. Quite likely she would kill him for turning up at the breakfast.
“What time is it?” He asked.
“Just after six. Since I wasn't invited out last night, I had a fabulous nights sleep.” Her smug tone was spoiled by the tongue she poked out at them.
Kiba shrugged. “I haven't been to sleep yet,” he said. “It's the best way. I'll sleep all day tomorrow instead.”
“Which I take it means you won't be leaving until the day after,” Kushina said.
“Well, since I'm planning on banging a bridesmaid, I figure I should hang around long enough to do her at least twice,” Kiba said with a leer.
Kushina looked just about as disgusted as Sasuke felt. “How romantic of you,” She said. “If you stick around long enough, I will have to give you my lecture on misogyny. I have slides.”
Next to Sasuke, Naruto shuddered.
“OK,” Sasuke said, “entertaining as this is, we need to get showered and dressed.” He was just about up to the point where he was considering rising from the bed naked and ejecting them from the room. His head ached, his stomach roiled with dread for the coming day, and as distracting as Kushina and Kiba were, he wanted some alone time with Naruto.
“I need to do the rounds, anyway.” Kushina said. “We may as well all go to the breakfast. I don't think I have enough food in the house to feed an anorexic mouse at the moment. The tubby one managed to get into the pantry in the night. I believe a plague of locusts would have left more behind.”
She stepped out of the door, and almost walked into a brown haired man coming out of Sai's room. Sasuke's eyebrows rose in surprise, and he craned his neck to see the guy Sai had picked up last night. He caught a glimpse of dark eyes, and a bizarre smudge of purple make-up as the man apologised to Kushina. Sai appeared, wearing not a lot, and paused to smirk through the doorway at Sasuke, before giving the dark haired man a long, lingering kiss. Sasuke hastily averted his eyes; Sai had a lot of bruises on his body that looked like bites.
“Told you he wasn't after me,” Naruto murmured in his ear. Sasuke snorted softly.
“Strange the people you meet,” Sai said, “Kankuro has a wedding to go to today, too. We're going to meet up later.” He beamed, before sashaying back to his room.
Kushina was watching his retreating lover with a small frown. “I'm sure I've seen him somewhere before,” she muttered.
Kiba shrugged and shut the door behind him, leaving Sasuke and Naruto alone at last. Sasuke flopped back down on the bed with a groan. “I wish today was over,” he said.
“Well, your dad may get in early and be at the breakfast,” Naruto said. “We could get the whole confrontation thing out of the way early, and chill for the rest of the day.”
Sasuke rolled his eyes. There was no way he would get that lucky. “Aren't you worried at all about today?” Sasuke asked. He had a bad case of butterflies; or possibly fruit bats in his belly, and they weren't helping with the alcohol induced nausea.
Naruto propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at Sasuke, a small frown pinching his brows. “You know, I was. Even last night I was seriously worried about the whole day, but now I'm mainly just focusing on the after part. You know, the bit with you and me together forever. Try it, it really calms the nerves.”
He smiled his sunshine grin, and Sasuke found himself feeling a little bit better. Naruto leaned over and kissed him, his mouth hot. Sasuke moaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Naruto and holding him close.
“We need to shower,” Naruto said softly, his tone tinged with regret.
Sasuke sighed, but agreed; a night of drinking followed by wild sex had left them both a bit ripe. He struggled upright, wincing at the slight ache in his ass. He allowed Naruto to half pull half carry him out of the bed and onto his feet. Naruto giggled as Sasuke cradled his head in his hands with a groan. He wondered how the blond bastard managed to never get hung over; it just wasn't fair.
“Are you going to up-chuck?” Naruto asked.
“Up-chuck? I don't think so. I just need an ibuprofen and some coffee,” Sasuke replied.
“Well, I have Ibuprofen in the bathroom. Coffee will have to wait. Ooh, do you think I should get a coffee maker up here?”
Sasuke stumbled into the bathroom, ignoring Naruto's babble. Naruto's en-suite was smaller than Sasuke's, but the shower was far bigger, taking up pretty much the whole room, leaving the toilet and sink squashed into one corner. There was a small cabinet above the sink, and Naruto grabbed a packet of ibuprofen from it, tossing it towards Sasuke. Sasuke fumbled, and almost dropped the box. Naruto laughed again, and Sasuke scowled at him, popping two pills into his mouth and swallowing them down before turning on the shower.
The hot water revived him a little, though it did nothing to halt the apprehension for the day ahead. Naruto stepped into the shower beside him, and the kiss he placed on the side of Sasuke's neck did what the water couldn't. Sasuke turned, wanting to taste Naruto's lips, but his lover caught his hips and held him so his back was pressed against Naruto's chest. The feeling of Naruto's wet flesh against his had Sasuke's shaft hardening. A soft groan escaped his lips.
Naruto let out a snicker, then began lathering Sasuke's hair with shampoo, his finger's sensuously massaging Sasuke's scalp. His tongue flicked at Sasuke's earlobe while his fingers worked in his hair, wrapping around it and sucking it into his mouth.
“All mine,” Naruto purred. Sasuke could feel his hardening cock pressing against his ass, and suddenly the pain from the night before didn't seem like such a deterrent for going another quick round before breakfast. Naruto tugged him under the spray to rinse his hair, his mouth trailing down Sasuke's throat. Sasuke was sure he was at risk of getting shampoo in his eyes, but that didn't deter Naruto. Sasuke managed to turn in Naruto's arms, and pluck the shampoo bottle out of his hands to return the favour. Naruto meanwhile took a hold of the shower gel, and began rubbing it over Sasuke's body.
Sasuke gasped and almost poked Naruto in the eye as a slicked finger slid into his ass. Naruto grinned at him.
“Just making sure you're clean,” Naruto said.
Sasuke raised an eyebrow, trying to keep a cool expression, despite Naruto's questing finger finding exactly what it had been looking for. “I thought you wanted me standing at the altar full of your come,” he said.
Naruto snorted. “I did say that, didn't I,” he said pressing closer to Sasuke.
Sasuke stared into his blue eyes. As always, he could feel himself getting lost in their depths; he surrendered to the sensation with a soft sigh.
“I love you, Naruto,” he said. “And I'm sorry.”
Naruto frowned at him. “What for?” He asked.
“For making you go through with today. I've been really stupid and stubborn.”
Naruto smirked. He had shampoo bubbled dripping down his face, and his hair was a damp tangle; he was the most beautiful thing Sasuke had ever seen. “Yeah, you have.” Naruto said, his smirk transforming into a heart melting smile, “but I love you, even stubborn stupid you, so it's all good.” He hooked the finger still lodged inside Sasuke, pressing against his prostate and making him gasp. His other hand was on Sasuke's hip, and he used it to drag Sasuke into a deep kiss.
“God, Sasuke,” Naruto murmured against his mouth, “I want every one to know we're together, I want them to see us, and just know. I'm not complete without you.”
“I know,” Sasuke replied. The kiss deepened, tinged with desperation. Because up until the point where they actually stopped the wedding, they would still be hiding. All through breakfast; hiding. Waiting in the church; hiding. And Sasuke realised that he hated the thought as much as Naruto did. What would it matter, a sly thought rose, if he just appeared at breakfast hand in hand with Naruto. His father wouldn't be there, Sakura wouldn't be there. Just his whole family. Panic gripped Sasuke so tight he thought he was going to choke, and he broke away from the kiss, gasping for breath.
“Shit, shit, shit,” he groaned, “why are we doing this now?”
Naruto's hands rested on Sasuke's shoulders, holding him up. His eyes were filled with concern. “Sex?” he asked, confused.
Sasuke sank to the floor of the shower in a miserable heap. “No, I mean this whole wedding fiasco. Why didn't I tell Sakura? I'm going to humiliate her in front of all her family and friends, and all the sycophants my father has invited to this pretentious piece of crap.”
Naruto sat down beside him with a sigh. Sasuke allowed him to pull his head to rest on his shoulder. The fall of the water was somehow soothing, running down his spine.
“Now you realise this,” Naruto said.
“Well, sorry for being so slow,” Sasuke snapped bitterly. “I have to tell her first, before the wedding. She'll be hurt, but at least it will be private. I can confront my father after.”
“So the plan is?”
Sasuke bit his lip, trying desperately to think himself out of the mess he had made. “We still go to breakfast,” he said. “Keep my mum happy. Then once we're at Cobalt Hall, I can find Sakura and tell her.” The venue Sakura had chosen was an interesting one; the church next door to it would hold the ceremony itself, with the reception taking place in the hall after. The hall had a full floor of rooms above it, including the bridal suite. The bride's room was connected to the bridesmaids', so getting Sakura alone might be a bit tricky. Although judging by the amount of missed calls from her maybe not. Sasuke realised that he didn't even know who the bridesmaids were; he wondered how much lying to herself Sakura must have done to convince herself that this farce of a wedding was viable, and felt more of a bastard than ever.
“As simple as that,” Naruto murmured.
“I can't believe what I mess this whole thing has become,” Sasuke said. “I just wanted my Father to be proud of me, to know that the family was in good hands, but all I've done is hurt people.”
Naruto wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close, making soft shushing noises as if he were petting a cat. Sasuke realised that he was crying, and felt even more of a fool.
“Look,” Naruto said, “You want to make things right; you've found the courage to strand up and be who you are. If your dad isn't proud of you for that, then he doesn't deserve you.”
He stood up long enough to turn off the water and grab a towel, which he wrapped around Sasuke and carried him out of the bathroom and back to the bed. He sprawled out next to Sasuke on the bed, still damp and with suds in his hair. He took Sasuke in his arms and kissed him, bodies pressed together, sharing one breath. Sasuke tangled himself with Naruto, longing to get closer to him. Naruto's kisses chased away his doubts, and his guilt. Naruto's caresses made him feel whole again. Naruto completed him.
Sasuke allowed himself to be rolled onto his back. He wrapped his legs around Naruto's waist, and arched his spine, pressing his hole against Naruto's cock. It slid easily into him, the penetration surprisingly painless. Naruto groaned against Sasuke's mouth, but kept his movements slow and easy, making love sweetly, like they had all the time in the world.
Sasuke moved with Naruto, their bodies in sync. They didn't speak; they didn't need to, the words were branded in their souls. Sasuke felt Naruto's love as if it were his own, and he knew Naruto felt the same way. He knew that he would do whatever he must to ensure that they kept this feeling between them whole and satiated. He had to be with Naruto; he had to be. The idea of not being with him was incomprehensible, a bizarre concept that had Sasuke's heart squeezing at the thought of it. Living without Naruto would be like living without light, without sound, without taste or touch.
Sasuke gasped as the sweetest orgasm he had ever experienced washed over him. He clung to Naruto as he came long and hard, feeling Naruto's cock jerk inside him, and his hot seed fill him.
“Fuck,” Naruto groaned against Sasuke's throat. “I wish we could spend the whole day in bed.”
Sasuke grunted in agreement. All he wanted was right there in the bed with him.
Shower round two was more productive. They dressed quickly, Naruto taking out the tuxedos that Mikoto had brought around. They would go straight to Cobalt Hall after breakfast to get ready. Sakura would already be there after spending the night. Sasuke tried not to think of her being all girly and excited about a wedding that wasn't going to happen. Instead he focused his thoughts on Naruto, and their future together. Nothing was going to keep him from that, nothing.
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Sasuke found it strange to be coming back to the Uchiha mansion after being away; it didn't feel like a homecoming at all, as if he had moved out without realising it. Home had become wherever Naruto was. Nothing had changed in the time he had been away, although he found himself noticing the staff more. Kushina's approach was that if you wanted something you got it yourself; having so many people wander around in the background; taking his coat, pouring his drink, was suddenly disconcerting, even though he had grown up with it.
His brother came into the large foyer to greet them, leaning on Neji. Sasuke grinned at the sight of Itachi; he had missed his brother. He wrapped his arms around Itachi in a careful hug, ignoring Neji's look of disapproval.
“Thank you so much, Sasuke,” Itachi murmured in his ear with heavy irony. “I've had your bride pester me on the intricacies of Uchiha family customs for the last few weeks.”
“I'm sorry,” Sasuke replied. “How are you feeling?”
“Better, recently. The doctors have this new treatment they're trialling. So far it seems to be working.”
Sasuke grinned at his brother, delighted. Abandoning Itachi had been something else that he had been feeling bad about, another crime added to his growing list.
Itachi was accosted by Kushina, and Sasuke found himself facing Neji. The silver eyed man gave him a cold smile, and extended his hand. Sasuke took it, returning the smile with a feral grin of his own.
“You know,” Neji hissed through gritted teeth, “If Itachi did to me what you're doing to Naruto, I'd leave him.”
“No you wouldn't,” Sasuke replied.
“No, but only because Itachi would never put me second to a picture perfect fake marriage,” Neji replied. He pushed past Sasuke to greet Hinata. Sasuke scowled at his back, and turned, looking for Naruto. They had agreed to not antagonise his mother any more than was necessary, Naruto mainly to avoid any grief from Kushina. So Naruto was staying away from Sasuke. Sasuke felt a little bit abandoned; he saw Naruto giggling with Kiba, and scowled at the thought of how detrimental the conversation probably was to his lover's IQ.
“You know if the wind changes you'll be stuck like that,” His mother's soft voice said beside him.
Sasuke turned to face her, forcing a smile on his face. She was wearing a dark red cocktail dress that showed off her still slim figure, and complimented her dark hair and eyes. Anyone else wearing something like that at 8 o'clock in the morning would have appeared pretentious, but she managed to carry it off. Sasuke bent and placed a small kiss on her cheek, grateful that she let him.
“Mum, I-”
Mikoto halted him by raising one slim finger. “I don't want to hear it,” she said. “I understand how you feel, but I hate the way you're going about things. Lets just try to salvage as much as we can from today and leave it at that.”
Sasuke nodded with a small sigh. His mother smiled at him, before turning to Kushina and giving her a hug, the pair of them squealing like teenage girls.
Sasuke followed the general flow into the dining room, feeling quite alone. His mother had outdone herself, or rather, her chiefs had. The table was piled high with food, and just about every Uchiha alive on the planet was sat at the table, with one very glaring exception. His father's chair at the head of the table was very empty. Sasuke sighed again. It wasn't like he had really expected him to be there, but it had been nice to dream. Naruto caught his eye and gave him a small smile, which Sasuke returned. Everyone could hate him; it didn't matter as long as he had Naruto's love. He just wished that he had realised this sooner.
Breakfast went surprisingly well, although Sasuke picked at his food; his stomach was still churning and he didn't think that he would be able to keep some of the richer foods down. Naruto ate like a horse, and Sasuke envied him. No one mentioned his blatant lying to Sakura, and he wondered if his mother had said something to them previously. He certainly noticed a few puzzled looks directed at him, but the conversation was kept solely to harmless small talk. Sasuke found it strangely stifling; there was definitely an elephant in the room, and he had a nasty suspicion it was him.
Champaign and strawberries were served for desert. Sasuke nibbled on the fruit, but pushed the champaign away with a shudder, settling for orange juice instead. His headache had faded into a dull throbbing at his temples, but he wanted to remain sober. Naruto caught his eye and raised his champaign flute in a salute, grinning at him before draining half the glass. Sasuke shuddered; he didn't know how he did it.
They managed to get away from the breakfast without being held up by the family; Karin had slipped away to change into her work clothes, and was doubling up as chauffeur for Sasuke for the day. Suigetsu was supposed to be doing guard duty for Sakura, but he had had a hissing argument with Karin before storming off. Sasuke hoped that he had gone to Sakura. He would have preferred Juugo in the role, but Hinata wanted her husband by her side.
Sasuke and Naruto slipped into the back seat of the car Karin had ready for them in the driveway. It was one of the family cars, rather than Sasuke's own, and the windows were tinted. So nobody saw that Sasuke's fingers were tangled with Naruto's, or that his head was resting on the blond's shoulder as Karin began to drive them the short distance to the Hall. Sasuke glanced at his watch. It was 10 o'clock; he had two hours to the start of the wedding. He fought the urge to vomit, and hoped that it would be enough time to find Sakura and speak to her. Naruto squeezed his hand, and placed a kiss on the top of his head.
“This is a complete nightmare,” Sasuke murmured.
“Just remember that every nightmare has to end when you wake up,” Naruto replied. “You can't stay asleep forever.”
Unless you're dead, Sasuke thought, but he didn't say it out loud. He needed Naruto's cheery optimism to keep him together, and his pessimistic thoughts were likely to bring them both down.
Naruto obviously could sense Sasuke's negativity. He turned in his seat, and caught Sasuke's face between his palms. Sasuke gazed into his eyes, drawing strength from the love he saw there. “And when you wake up,” Naruto said softly, “I'll make sure all your future dreams are sweet.” He pressed his lips to Sasuke's in a tender kiss. “Tonight,” he murmured against Sasuke's mouth, “once this is all over, I want you to fuck me.”
Sasuke let out a soft moan at that thought, and deepened the kiss, tangling his fingers in Naruto's hair.
“So,” Naruto continued between kisses, “every time you start to get nervous or whatever just think of that.” He pulled back to shoot Sasuke his biggest grin, like the sunshine coming out from behind clouds.
“I love you,” Sasuke said.
“Hate to break up the make out session, but we're almost there,” Karin called out.
Sasuke groaned, reality hitting him painfully hard.
“Just remember tonight,” Naruto murmured to him before pulling away.
Karin grabbed their bags before opening the car door. Sasuke stepped out, and was almost blinded by a snapping camera.
“What the fuck,” he hissed, seriously annoyed.
“An Uchiha wedding is going to draw paparazzi like flies to rotten meat,” Karin said, “Just smile and pretend its the happiest day of your life.”
Sasuke bared his teeth, and hurried into the Hall, followed by Karin. He turned to find Naruto conversing with a journalist who looked vaguely familiar, and rolled his eyes, wondering what the idiot was doing. Naruto gave the journalist a cheery wave before catching up with Sasuke.
“That was Tenten,” he said, “mum asked her to come along. So at least there's one journalist who will be sympathetic.”
“Oh God, they're all going to be in the church, aren't they,” Sasuke groaned in sudden realisation. “I have to find Sakura. Go with Karin to the room and wait for me. Hopefully I can stop this damn wedding.”
It had been months since he had been at the Hall, so it took him a moment to get his bearings. He charged up the ornate staircase to the second floor, wishing that Naruto had followed him. Panic gripped his chest painfully, and he wondered how he had managed to fuck everything up so spectacularly. He didn't have a clue what he was going to say to Sakura; he only hoped that she didn't hate him too much after.
He found the bridal suite, tried to push the door open and discovered it was locked. Gritting his teeth in irritation, he pounded on the door. A blonde woman who he vaguely recognised pushed the door open, and peered at him suspiciously.
“What do you want?” She snapped.
“I need to see Sakura,” he said. “It's really, really urgent that I speak to her alone.”
Her blue eyes narrowed. “I can take a message,” she said, “but it's bad luck to see her before the wedding. Every Uchiha wedding where the bride saw the groom before ended up in tragedy.”
Sasuke couldn't believe that his own lie was coming back to bite him in the ass. He shot her his evillest glare. “I can't give you a message,” he said, “I need to see her in person. It's really important.”
She scowled back at him. “If it's that important just write it down, and I'll take the message to her. I swear I won't peek.” She crossed her ample chest.
Sasuke considered it for a moment, but he thought that breaking up with her a few hours before the wedding by letter was possibly as bad as doing it at the altar. In a last, desperate attempt, he turned as if to go, and then launched himself at the blonde, trying to force his way into the room. She let out a small scream of alarm as he barged passed her, but with a surprising turn of speed managed to catch him around the waist and tackle him to the ground. Sasuke grunted, winded by the impact, and wished again that he had brought Naruto as back up. Although Naruto would probably just laugh himself stupid at the sight of Sasuke wrestling with a skinny girl and loosing.
She had somehow managed to twist his arm around behind his back, and drag him out of the room. Despite his struggles, Sasuke couldn't manage to dislodge her.
“Sakura!” He called out desperately, and got an elbow in his stomach.
The door slammed very finally in his face after she deposited him out in the hallway. Sasuke rubbed his bruised ribs with a soft moan. At least I tried, he thought to himself. It wasn't as comforting as it should have been. He struggled to his feet, and retreated back to the room that had been put aside for him.
Naruto was already there, fiddling with his tuxedo. Karin and Suigetsu were sat at opposite ends of the room, glaring at each other. Naruto glanced at him as Sasuke opened the door.
“How did it go?” He asked.
“Not well,” Sasuke replied. He glanced over at Suigetsu. “I take it she kicked you out, too,” he said.
“Yeah, well Sakura is is good hands,” Suigetsu replied. “Ino is the only bridesmaid who can double up as a body guard. She and Karin go way back.” He smirked nastily at Karin.
Karin glared at him. “I really don't think that now is the time to bring that up,” she hissed.
Sasuke rolled his eyes, wondering if knocking their heads together would stop the constant bickering. His head was pounding again and his ribs ached. He wondered if the bathroom stocked any painkillers.
Naruto shot a curious look at Karin and Suigetsu. “What happened,” he asked.
Karin flushed, and Suigetsu's smirk deepened. “Ino slept with a guy Karin fancied,” he said, “so Karin called her out. Ino beat the crap out of Karin, and they haven't spoken since.”
“She fights dirty,” Karin muttered. “And I told you I didn't want to talk about it.”
“Yeah, that and everything else,” Suigetsu said.
Karin jumped to her feet, shaking with rage. “What do you mean by that?” She hissed.
Suigetsu also stood up, slowly, his eyes not leaving Karin's face. “You know what I mean,” he replied.
Sasuke shared a startled look with Naruto, who shrugged. They had apparently been forgotten by the duelling pair, who were glaring at each other in open antagonism. Sasuke wondered what had happened between them to cause this; they had always clashed a bit, but it had never been this bad. He knew he should put an end to the fight before it got out of hand, but a certain morbid curiosity held him back.
“We talked about that,” Karin was saying through gritted teeth.
“No we didn't!” Suigetsu exclaimed, “You just said you didn't want to talk about it, and after last night-”
“Stop!” She screeched.
Sasuke and Naruto shared another look. Naruto had a knowing smirk on his face.
“God, you're as bad as Sasuke with the whole denial thing,” Suigetsu said with disgust.
“Hey!” Sasuke snapped, offended.
Both guards turned to him in surprise, and Naruto jabbed him in the ribs. “It was just getting good,” he hissed as Sasuke doubled up in agony.
“I'm going to see if Ino needs a hand,” Suigetsu said, shooting a pointed look at Karin. He stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Karin was frozen for a few seconds, staring at the door in disbelief. A scowl formed on her face, and she strode after Suigetsu, slamming the door as well.
“So much for an elite security team,” Sasuke muttered. He sat down on the bed an buried his face in his hands, wondering if he wished hard enough the ground would swallow him up. He felt the bed move as Naruto sat down beside him. A warm arm wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him against Naruto's chest. He buried his head with a sigh, wrapping his arms around Naruto's waist.
“Why don't you try calling her?” Naruto suggested.
“I can't break up with her over the phone.” Sasuke replied, his voice muffled.
“No, call her and ask her to meet you here,” Naruto said.
Sasuke pulled away from him. “You're brilliant!” He exclaimed. “Why didn't I think of that?”
Naruto grinned at him. “Because I'm obviously just superior in my awesomeness,” he replied.
Sasuke rolled his eyes and grabbed his phone, quickly scrolling to Sakura's number. He held it against his ear, his heart pounding as it rang, and rang, and rang...his heart sank as the answer phone clicked in. He hung up with a sigh.
“She's probably getting revenge for all the times I ignored her calls,” he said.
“Or she's not by her phone. She could call back.”
“She has an hour and a half,” Sasuke replied. “We're running out of time.” He picked up his phone and sent her a quick text message before placing it between them on the bed. They both spent a few minutes in tense silence watching the phone. Finally Sasuke turned to Naruto.
“I did try,” he said, wishing that his words didn't sound so hollow, knowing that his efforts had been far too little far, far too late.
“You tried,” Naruto agreed. Sasuke loved him a little bit more, knowing that he was saying what Sasuke needed to hear, rather than what he actually thought.
“I'm sorry,” Sasuke said, staring down at his feet, he wasn't even sure what he was sorry for. Everything about summed it up, though.
Naruto gently cupped his chin, and pulled his head around to look him in the eyes. “Stop apologising,” he said. “I forgive you for everything; save the apologies for Sakura.”
“I love you, Naruto. More than anything,” Sasuke breathed, leaning in for a kiss. Naruto's mouth was warm and soft against his, the kiss gentle and tender as their tongues languidly twisted together. Sasuke pulled away before passion could deepen it. The last thing he needed to do was to give into the strong urge to have Naruto fuck him to within an inch of his life.
“We should get dressed,” he said. The phone sat silent on the bed, and with an eerie certainty, Sasuke knew that it would remain silent. He had run out of time to stop the wedding. They just had to play the whole horrible thing through to its inevitable conclusion.
They dressed in silence, backs to each other lest they give into temptation. Sasuke was ready first, and he spent a few minutes watching Naruto's back as he struggled with something around his neck. Sasuke's lips quirked in a ghost of a smile as he realised what was causing Naruto's problem.
“Do you want me to tie it?” He asked.
Naruto turned to him scowling. “I don't even get why we have to wear the stupid things,” he snarled.
Sasuke reached out and deftly tied up the bow-tie with a few practised flicks of his wrists. He straightened Naruto's collar, and stepped back to admire his lover.
Naruto's eyes were dark as they regarded him in turn, and with a sudden tingling in his stomach, Sasuke realised that they were wearing matching tuxedos. His heart pounded as he almost lost himself in a fantasy that he wanted so badly to be true. The one he should be marrying was Naruto, and screw all the legalities that stuffily named it a civil partnership. His hand went to the ring hanging around his neck. He wanted to see it on Naruto's finger; he wanted to wear his as well. He wanted it so badly that it was a tangible ache, and he knew that he was doing the right thing. His methodology sucked, but his decision was right.
“We should start looking for a place of our own,” Sasuke said.
“What?” Naruto asked with a puzzled expression.
Sasuke grinned at him. “I'm taking your advice, and thinking about forever,” he said, “and I'm not spending the rest of my life living with your parents.”
“What about your place?”
“I'm definitely not spending the rest of my life living with my parents,” Sasuke replied. “No, we need somewhere that's just for us.”
Naruto smiled. “That would be nice,” he said. He turned and grabbed his jacket. As he did so, two small boxes fell out of the bag.
“Your mother gave them to me,” Naruto said, “I completely forgot. I must be the worst best man ever.”
“I think sleeping with the groom automatically grants you that title,” Sasuke said, bending over and picking up the boxes. He flicked one open, and stared at the ring inside. The delicate band was like Sakura's dreams made tangible, a small hope that he was going to shatter totally. The diamond may have been tough, but it was carbon when confronted with his love for Naruto.
“I prefer ours,” Sasuke found himself saying. He closed the box, and handed them to Naruto. “You may as well keep hold of them.”
“You know,” Naruto said, slipping the rings into his pocket, “I haven't even written a speech.”
Sasuke shot him a wry look. “What would you have done if I had gone and married Sakura?” He asked.
Naruto shrugged, “ad-libbed, but I can guarantee it wouldn't have been very nice.”
Sasuke shuddered. “I would have deserved it,” he said. He couldn't believe there had been a point that he had really thought that marrying Sakura would work. He grabbed his own jacket and put it on. “Lets go and get this over with,” he said.
Naruto glanced down at Sasuke's phone. “Aren't you taking that with you?” he asked.
Sasuke snorted, “and have whatever embarrassing song you've set as the ringtone go off in the middle of the church? No thanks.”
Naruto looked thoughtful for a moment, before breaking out into giggles.
Sasuke stared at him. “What?”
“I changed the tone last night,” Naruto explained. “Gay Bar by Electric Six. It seemed appropriate at the time.”
Sasuke rolled his eyes. “I'm definitely leaving the phone here,” he said.
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The church was crowded; Sasuke was pretty sure he knew less than half the people crowded in there. He glanced around, trying to pick out familiar faces. Hinata and Juugo sat with Neji and Naruto's parents directly behind his family. Itachi was in the front row next to his mother; his father's seat was still empty. Kiba and the rest of Naruto's house guests were farther back; somehow the bloody strippers were still with them. On Sakura's side he recognised her parents, but that was about it. He found himself looking for Gaara, mainly because apart from Ino he was the only one of Sakura's friends that Sasuke had met, but he couldn't see him.
He turned to Naruto as a panicked thought struck him. “Was I supposed to learn vows?” He hissed.
“I think the stopping it bit comes before then,” Naruto replied, but he didn't look confident.
Sasuke could feel his earlier panic returning, but before he could say anything, the doors to the Church opened, and the opening strains of the wedding march started. Sasuke noticed Suigetsu and Karin, both looking a bit dishevelled, sneak into the back row in front of the flower-girl. Ino was behind her, along with two other girls Sasuke didn't recognise, a red-head and another blonde.
Then Sasuke got his first glimpse of Sakura. She was in traditional white with a long train, but the dress was lined in pale pink, and there were pink flowers in her veil. She looked stunning, but all Sasuke felt as he watched her was a mixture of dread and shame. The shame slipped away, completely overcome by the dread as he saw who was leading her down the aisle. His fucking father; obviously just back from Germany. Sasuke felt like vomiting.
The music stopped as Sakura reached the altar. She gave Sasuke a nervous smile, which he thought he may have returned, but he wasn't sure. His heart was beating far too loudly, echoing hollowly in his ears. He was hyper aware of Naruto standing a few feet behind him, and he had a sudden urge to just turn, take his hand, and run. He was pretty sure everyone would get the message loud and clear without him having to say anything.
Ino and the other bridesmaids stood behind Sakura, Ino holding onto her pink bouquet, and his father returned to his seat. The priest, an archaic white haired fellow who looked as if he was about to keel over, cleared his throat, and started reading some bible verse that Sasuke tuned out. He found himself hoping that the priest would keel over, and free him from the doomed wedding, which was hardly fair on the old man. He glanced at Sakura again, who looked as nervous as he felt. He thought that she would have seemed happier, and wondered if she knew something was wrong.
Once the priest finished talking, the flower-girl came forward and sung a song more for the aww factor than because she had any real talent. Sasuke thought that the song may have been some sort of hymn; it was certainly nothing that he recognised. His skin felt like there were bugs crawling over it, and his head spun. Maybe he should have eaten more than a few bites of toast and a strawberry for breakfast; fainting would certainly put a stop to the wedding, but would also be seriously embarrassing.
The priest was now speaking about love, and the sanctity of marriage. The words seemed to be shoving the heterosexuality of the institution down Sasuke's throat, and he felt like punching the priest in the face. Stupid homophobic wedding ceremony. He should just grab Naruto and kiss him; that would shut the priest up.
“And now we come to the vows.”
Sasuke turned to Naruto in horror. What about the objecting bit? Surely they should give people a chance to object before making them promise anything. Naruto looked equally panicked.
Sasuke desperately racked his brains for something to stop the wedding; he wasn't going to lie and say he would love Sakura with Naruto standing right there. He couldn't.
The doors at the back of the church crashed open, and the priest paused, puzzled. All eyes turned to the red head who had gatecrashed the wedding, and Sakura paled.
“Stop! I object!” He shouted, before charging up the aisle.
Sasuke shared a shocked look with Naruto; he hadn't expected anyone other than them to sabotage the wedding, and he found himself quite grateful. Sakura looked like she was going to faint as the red head reached the altar; it was Gaara Sasuke realised, wondering why he was trying to sabotage his friends wedding. Not that he really cared; the damn thing had been stopped before he was forced to do anything drastic and Gaara could take all the blame for it. Hopefully he could get a moment to speak quietly to his father and Sakura, and clear up the whole sorry affair.
He turned to Naruto to share his relief, only to see his lover scowling at the intruder. With a sinking feeling, but no way to stop it, Sasuke knew exactly what was coming next as Naruto pushed to his side to stare Gaara down.
“You can't object,” Naruto snarled, “I object; Sasuke is mine!”
Sasuke groaned, and shot a quick look at his father. Going by his expression, he was not impressed.
“I can object,” Gaara snapped at Naruto, “Sakura is mine!”
There was a moment of stunned silence while the wedding guests took in the twinned declarations, then Kushina's voice stridently echoed through the silent church; “I knew it!”
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