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Mixed Communication	By : kaiyousama Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1584 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Summary: Sometimes it's not a lack of understanding that's the problem - it's when the other person understands far too much.
Disclaimer: I do not own any Naruto character.
Warnings: YAOI, boyxboy, smuty smut smut, language per usual, kinkyness, bit of an angsty jealous Sasuke, etc.
A/N: Ok, so somehow, the Kiba I meant to write and the Kiba that made himself known are two quite different people. I'm pleased, though. Hope you don't mind the quick update, this chapter has been begging to be written for a while. Oh, and btw, if pictures of cars can be considered pr0n... check my profile. O.O
Oh yeah, and reviews make mouths happy ^_^
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"Hey Sai, didn't expect to see you here of all people," Sakura said.
The pale man glanced at her. "Hey, Ugly."
Sasuke watched as the pinkette narrowed her eyes. "Interesting to see you here. Does this mean we get to see another exhibition of your pro dancing skills?"
Sai looked down his nose at her and opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by the drummer patting him heartily on the back. "I see you two are getting along as well as usual," the man said.
Sasuke didn't pay much attention to the introductions that followed because he had remembered exactly where he'd heard the name Sai before. He gazed critically at the pale man. He didn't look a thing like Sasuke, unless you thought all Asians looked alike. The only similarity was their hair color and eye color. He remembered that Naruto had disagreed with Sakura when she'd compared the two of them, but it didn't help matters much. The raven had a sudden desire to pull his blond closer to him, marking his territory before these strangers. He held back, though. Naruto was laughing. Sasuke felt almost forgotten for a minute, not sure how to react. So he just watched, trying to look bored.
"Stop speaking so much American," the singer chided, running her fingers through her long hair before switching to Japanese. "Honestly, they're here in Japan, they should be respectful and speak the right language. Why do I have to deal with some stupid slutty foreigner for, anyways? I'm tired."
The man who seemed to be the band's manager came forward and put his hand on her shoulder, sighing apologetically at the others. Sakura, fortunately, looked clueless at the insult. Shikamaru was leaning forward and translating for her – carefully.
"Why don't a few of us go to the practice room and talk about things in private?" the manager said, in Japanese for the benefit of his singer. The drummer trailed after Sakura and Shikamaru as they followed the manager and singer to a door at the end of the room.
"Kin's kind of a bitch, if you hadn't noticed," Kiba said in fluent Japanese. The guitarist glowered at him at looked like he was going to say something, but stalked off to the other end of the room.
Naruto just chuckled. "You'd know all about bitches, wouldn't you Kiba."
Kiba chuckled, motioning to suggest they return to the seating area. "In case he hasn't told you, Uchiha-san, my family runs a dog-breeding and training service. You may have heard of it, Inuzuka Corp?"
Sasuke nodded, sitting and pulling the blond down next to him. Naruto squeezed his hand then continued talking animatedly to the keyboardist and that other man, Sai. The raven frowned momentarily, and then turned back to the brunet. "Yes, they're actually clients of ours as well."
"Cool, I didn't know that. I don't have much to do with the family business. My sister runs a kennel in San Diego, but that's about it."
"You decided to become an editor instead?"
Kiba chuckled. "I take it from your tone that you know the type of books Goketsu-sensei writes?"
Sasuke smirked. "I may have had a bit of experience."
"Well, growing up around these guys, I found his work to be – shall we say – inspirational?"
"Hn."
"So after going to college, I figured out I could make it into a career. I've handled other Japanese writers for the publisher as well, ones that live on the west coast. But Jiji is the most important one."
"Hey, speaking of, Kiba," Naruto said, turning to them suddenly, "Have you heard anything from him about plans for the weekend? I haven't heard from him for a few days."
Kiba's eyes widened. "No way, really?"
Sasuke watched the brunet curiously. He'd never really seen someone turn that shade before, it really was almost a sickly green.
"Yeah, Ino was supposed to check the house and give me a call, but she had to work today so there's no telling when she'll have the chance. I thought about putting a trace out on his credit cards, but..."
"Yeah. I'm sure he's ok," Kiba replied, looking anything but sure. "We'll be home tomorrow anyhow, right?"
"True," the blond said. "You're going home tomorrow?"
"Yeah, my flight leaves at 5:20, American Airlines. You?"
"Same! Hey, that means we can both harass Sakura on the flight back. I wonder if our seats are close together."
"Probably, if not I bet we can talk someone into switching," Kiba said.
Sasuke leaned back, zoning out the conversation. It was weird to hear the blond talk about leaving in such an easy tone of voice. He glanced around the room. Sai was walking over towards a fridge in the corner of the room. Sasuke had to admit that the other man was attractive, in a cold sort of way. He let his fingers lightly stroke Naruto's back, wondering what their past relationship was. He knew the jealousy was irrational – knew that, whatever had happened, the blond was with him now – but that didn't make the jealousy go away. Especially since he suddenly wasn't so sure how much of a claim he himself had on the blond.
He was distracted by the sounds of yelling coming from behind the practice room door. Naruto looked over at Shino in alarm. The other man shrugged. "Don't worry about it," he said, "She's just emotional sometimes. I'm sure whatever you guys need, Kinuta-san will talk her into it, especially if Sasori has already agreed to it."
Sure enough, a few minutes after that, the door opened and the group filed out. Kin and Sakura were glaring at each other, but Shikamaru gave Sasuke a small nod as their eyes met. One down, two to go.
The raven tugged at Naruto's hand, interrupting his conversation with Shino. "You about ready to go?"
The blond blinked and glanced around, then looked back at Sasuke. "Yeah, of course."
They stood and said their goodbyes. Sasuke called the driver while watching Naruto finish up one last conversation with the other Americans. He couldn't wait for them to be alone.
. . .
Sasuke was quiet on the ride back to the apartment. Naruto noticed, but didn't say anything. He figured that the raven was probably tired; hanging out with a band didn't really seem like the type of activity that would float his boat - even if he could dress the part seriously well. Naruto took the chance to watch the raven stare moodily out the window, pressing his knee against the other man's legs.
The raven was even quiet in the elevator, though he held Naruto's hand. There was no frantic make out session as soon as they stepped into the apartment door, either. Sasuke just walked into the bedroom, not even bothering to turn on the lights before taking off his black and red shirt and tossing it onto the dresser. He walked over to look out the window.
Naruto came up behind him, hugging him and resting his head against Sasuke's shoulder. "Long night, eh?"
The raven just nodded in reply, squeezing the blond's arms. He looked out across the cityscape for a few minutes. Then, he pulled Naruto around in front of him, looking deep into his eyes. Naruto searched his lover's face. He wished he could decipher the questions that seemed to be locked behind those dark eyes. He raised a hand to the pale skin, tracing down the raven's cheek. A part of him just wanted to say screw it to the flight tomorrow and just stay here in these arms. But he was a grownup, and had grownup responsibilities. Besides, if all worked out right, he'd be back here soon enough.
His gaze lingered on the raven's lips, that mouth that could be so stoic and so expressive at the same time. He leaned towards those lips impulsively, opening to a kiss that the raven was slow to respond to. Then, it was like a dam had burst inside the other man, all his pent up feelings that he wouldn't talk about coming forth from his lips, his hands, and the press of his body against the blond. Naruto found his back pushed back against the cold glass of the window and felt a tremor of uncertainty. He wrapped his arms around the raven's neck, trusting him even as he was ravaged by Sasuke's mouth and hands.
Suddenly the raven turned him around, tearing off the orange fishnet over shirt and unbuttoning his pants. Naruto heard a thud as the pants were pushed to the floor but didn't have a chance to wonder what it was as Sasuke attacked his neck, hands going everywhere. It was all he could do to stay upright. His hands splayed out against the glass and he leaned his forehead against the coolness. Naruto got nervous for a minute when he felt Sasuke pause with his hands on the blond's ass. Surely he'd take a break and get something to prepare him with, right?
His fears were alleviated as the raven evidently came to a decision, pushing Naruto's legs together and pressing his cock between the blond's thighs. Naruto shivered, closing his eyes. Sasuke didn't speak, just held him tight, one hand fisting the blond's cock as he thrust against him, sweat and precum easing the friction against Naruto's soft skin. Their coupling was almost violent, a little scary, but also very hot. But Naruto missed the intimacy. He didn't like being pressed against the cold glass, even if the raven's body was like fire wrapped around him. In this position, it was almost like anyone would do.
Naruto came a few strokes after the raven, but it wasn't really all that satisfying. They both panted, breath heavy. Sasuke clung to him, resting his forehead against the blond's shoulder. His hand strayed down along the blond's inner thigh, wiping their shared essence against his skin. After a minute, the raven kissed his bare shoulder, almost like an apology.
Naruto sighed.
He pushed back gently and the raven stepped away, letting him walk over to the bed. The blond flicked on the bedside lamp and lay down, beckoning the raven to join him. Sasuke looked at him for a moment and then came over, kicking their clothes out of the way. He helped Naruto take off his basketball jersey, and Naruto helped the raven finish stripping out of his own clothes.
Naruto then lay back on the bed, tugging the raven closer. Sasuke curled up next to him, resting his head on the blond's chest. Naruto hugged him. "Better?" he said quietly.
The raven nodded, fingertips tracing down along the tattoo on the blond's stomach.
They shared the quiet for a few minutes, and then Naruto said, "At some point we should probably take another shower."
A shallow grunt was the Sasuke's only reply. Naruto wasn't quite sure what to say after that. He just let his fingers run through the raven's hair. The glow from the gel was finally fading out. He frowned at the smears that it left on his fingers, and then sighed, leaning his head back against the pillows.
Not that he minded cuddling, but it wasn't all that he had in mind for the rest of his last night here with the raven. Sasuke's hand seemed to have something similar in mind, seeing as how it had wandered down from the blond's belly button to his cock, playing with the softened flesh idly. Sasuke-teme didn't really seem to be paying attention to either of them, though. Sometimes the man thought too damn much.
Naruto huffed and turned towards the nightstand, turning to open the drawer and getting out the bottle of lube. Sasuke had raised himself up when the blond twisted beneath him, and looked at him curiously.
"I thought you wanted a shower?" Sasuke said.
Naruto looked at him like he was an idiot. "Well, if we're going to get dirty anyhow, might as well be before as after, right?"
Something in the blond's tone of voice evidently got through to the raven, because he actually looked at him for a moment. Not through him, like it seemed he'd been doing ever since they left the others. But at him. Then, the raven smirked, taking the bottle from Naruto's hands and setting it down before pulling his lover close for a long, deep, kiss.
That was more like it.
. . .
Sasuke had no idea what time they finally got to sleep. They made love slowly and tenderly, then took a shower and soaked in the tub before trying to figure out if anything they had would work for lube underwater. They settled for mouths and hands. Then they went and cuddled on the couch, watching late-night TV and drinking tea, finally ignoring the background noise of the television while they made out until they dozed. Then Naruto woke him up and they went back to the bed, spending hours exploring each other's bodies until they were exhausted and the sun graced the horizon in the distance. The raven was glad his curtains worked on remote control.
They'd woken up briefly a few hours later, Naruto stuffing most of his clothes into the suitcase and pulling out a t-shirt to wear on the flight. Then they crawled back into bed and cuddled, murmuring to each other. Naruto had laughed when Sasuke asked him about Sai. It turned out they'd never been much more than friends.
"Well, we did kiss one time, but we were both drunk and let me tell you, it was awful," were the exact words. Sasuke wasn't quite sure how he felt about it. Then again, he supposed he'd have to go through the same thing whenever the blond found out about certain people in his past. He had started to feel comfortable enough to bring up the subject of the future – but then Naruto had started to doze off again, murmuring for the raven to wake him up in time for the flight. Sasuke had just kissed his forehead, cradling him close. He meant to just spend the next couple of hours watching the blond sleep. He meant to only close his eyes for a second.
When he opened them again and glanced at the clock, his heart stopped. He calculated the time in his head, then shook the blond awake. "Wake up, Naruto!"
Naruto turned over and stretched sleepily in his arms. "Mmm, what, s'ke?"
"Wake up, we overslept. We have to hurry or you're going to be late!"
The blond's eyes snapped open at that comment, and he cursed, scrambling around to find his jeans and underwear and slip on his t-shirt. Fortunately the bags were packed, and it didn't take long for Naruto to get dressed. They raced out the apartment and down to the garage, where Sasuke finally got to show Naruto his baby – and how well he knew how to navigate Tokyo traffic on the way to the airport.
. . .
Kiba sat back in the airport chair, wondering why they could never seem to make the things comfortable. He was surrounded by some other uncomfortable-looking people as well.
Sakura was frowning at her phone as she tried calling Naruto for the fifth time. The blond wasn't picking up. Kiba hadn't ever been terribly close with the pinkette – he was more Naruto's friend – and watching her now, he was glad he'd passed up the chance to date her in high school. The girl was way too high maintenance for his tastes. The way he saw it, it wasn't a huge deal. Naruto was finally getting a piece of ass – or was the piece of ass, Kiba didn't want to think about the details too much. Anyways, good for Naruto, high five and all that. So what if he ran late because of it? It wasn't like there weren't other flights, or that they couldn't afford another plane ticket. They still had some time, anyhow.
The other two people waiting with them didn't quite seem to share his patience. He'd been able to tell right away that the man with the long black hair was Sasuke's brother – they just looked that much alike. He was a bit more stuck up than the younger raven, though he'd been polite, especially when he heard Kiba's family name. He was leaning against a pole keeping an eye on the airport entrance. The blond one had sat down beside Kiba and tried to strike up a conversation, but either they had nothing in common or this Deidara guy was too nervous about Naruto and Sasuke, because the conversation didn't get very far.
So Kiba just broke out his phone and started playing games. Naruto would get there when he got there. No use in spazing out about it.
. . .
The blond in question was currently sitting back in the front seat of a 2002 Toyota Mark IV Supra, wondering in awe why the hell Sasuke hadn't taken him out driving before. The raven obviously knew what he was doing. He drifted through traffic like the other cars were standing still. The blond checked the time and tried to decipher the signs on the way to the airport. He was pretty sure they'd be ok.
Sasuke had called a few minutes earlier to make sure that they would be able to get in at the valet parking. They grabbed the luggage and walked quickly to the baggage check. Naruto was frantic as he searched for his wallet, but the raven was kind enough to pull it out from the side pocket where they'd placed it that morning along with the ticket and his passport.
When they made their way up to the gate, he noticed that Sakura looked furious. Kiba gave him a thumbs up, which he acknowledged with a quick smile before turning to greet Itachi and Deidara. The older blond, not one to stand on ceremony, glomped onto him right there in front of everybody. Naruto couldn't help but giggle. He figured some of the passer-bys were trying to convince themselves that the long-haired bishie was a girl.
"Hope to see you again soon, Naruto-kun," Deidara whispered. He grinned at the other blond as they pulled apart, and then looked around. Kiba was already walking towards the gate lugging his backpack; he'd said a quick goodbye to Sasuke. Sakura was watching him impatiently.
He realized – it was time.
He turned to look at Sasuke. For a minute, they didn't say anything. There was so much he'd meant to say, but hadn't. Now, he didn't know what to say. He glanced around nervously. There was no way anyone would mistake Sasuke for a girl. When he looked back at the raven, the other man huffed and pulled him close, kissing him ruthlessly then hugging him tightly.
"I'll call you," Sasuke said.
Naruto pulled back and nodded, looking into those bottomless dark eyes. "Do. Yeah. I may sleep for a bit when I get home but – yeah. Or I'll call you. I –"
He didn't know what to say next, especially with an impatient pinkette behind him and the loudspeaker announcing that the people for their flight were asked to make their way to the gate because it would begin boarding shortly. He just squeezed Sasuke's hand and pulled back, going though the gate. He kept turning his head every chance he got until Sakura apologetically pulled him around the corner towards their flight.
. . .
Sasuke stared at the corner in disbelief, trying to process what had just happened. He tried replaying it in his mind, tried figuring out how he'd even let what just happened actually happen. He saw Deidara come up beside him in the corner of his eye, but for once, didn't feel the urge to snap at him. His mind was just blank.
"We slept late," he finally said, even though neither of the other men had asked.
Deidara just nodded. "It happens."
Suddenly the weight of everything he didn't say came crashing down. For a moment he was tempted to go try and find a ticket for that flight – but he knew that there was no way that would work. He knew that was probably the last flight out for the day. He'd appreciated having the extra time to spend with Naruto, but now – he didn't know what to think.
He didn't want to turn around and face Itachi. He could almost feel the disapproval. Uchiha's didn't act that way in public. Uchiha's weren't late to the airport. It didn't matter that the lessons had been drilled into him by his grandfather and not Itachi, a corner of his brain could lay out with crystal clear detail what the older raven would say if opened his mouth on the subject.
He didn't, though. He wouldn't, in public. That was not the Uchiha way either.
Sasuke schooled his expression, trying to pick up the pieces that would let him get through the next few minutes. It was almost impossible. A scornful voice inside his head was starting to recite all the things he should have done, everything he did wrong, everything he didn't say.
He didn't notice the look of concern that crossed Deidara's face as he looked at Itachi, and barely even noticed when Deidara asked, "Hey Sasuke, can I drive your car home?"
"What? Oh, sure," Sasuke said, handing him the valet claim ticket.
He also missed the barely-noticeable look of surprise on Itachi's face as he looked at Deidara. He really didn't notice much of anything, even the times on the ride home when Deidara's crazy driving put his baby in jeopardy, or when Itachi opened the door of his apartment and made sure he was alright before he and the blond left for their house. He just curled up on the bed, looking at the clock and trying to calculate how long it would be before he could give Naruto a call.
He certainly didn't notice the small plastic and metal object under his bed with a flashing red warning light, blinking slower and slower as the battery started to die.
. . .
In an interior room of a small ryokan in southern Japan, the okami checked on the preparations for dinner. Most of the guests had already checked in, they didn't have any more reservations expected. Suddenly, she heard the quick pitter patter of feet in the hall. Then, she heard a quiet huff as the attendant knelt and slid the door open, looking down at the floor until she got her attention.
A boisterous greeting from the reception area revealed the reason for the attendant's arrival. The girl looked up and they shared a wide-eyed glance before the okami walked swiftly but gracefully down the hall to greet the new guests, her attendant following closely behind.
Well, guest, she supposed. The man was older and had a clothing style that she wouldn't dare to comment on, though he had been polite enough to remove his shoes. He looked Japanese. You could never tell these days, though.
She greeted him politely, apologizing for the delay and for the fact that she had missed his reservation.
"It's ok, I didn't make one," the man replied, handing her his passport. He spoke Japanese fluently, though she detected an American accent. "I realize it's unusual to only have one guest," he continued, "so the best room you have would be fine. Do you happen to have mixed-gender bathing facilities?"
The okami blinked, trying to process this. She glanced at his passport. "I'm sorry to say we do not, Goketsu-san," she said. She glanced at the rooms available to make sure which ones were available. "But we do have –"
A loud clanging came from the office to the side of the entryway, and the door slid open to reveal a thin balding man trying to straighten his Yukata. The okami was tempted to make a small face at the disturbance while her guest's attention was drawn elsewhere, but resolved to be a good example to the attendant – even if her husband had chosen to make a rather obvious entrance.
"Goketsu-san? Goketsu-sensei? Goketsu Jiraiya-sensei?" he asked, blinking and putting on his glasses.
The old man grinned heartily, and went over to shake his hand. "Yep, that's the one."
"I have all your books! They've been so helpful!"
Grace and calm under pressure, the okami thought. Even though there was no way she could miss the giggle that was only partially suppressed by her attendant. Evidently, the girl had been just a bit quicker at putting together the identity of their latest guest. She turned to glare at the attendant, who promptly dropped her gaze and apologized. Sighing, the okami sent her to go make sure their best room would be ready to receive their guest – though she had no idea how long it would be before the two men decided to leave that room.
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Kai - thanks!!! ^_^
Prism0467 - hah, it was bound to happen. I don't know who they are, but looking at their stuff it seems more like what I had in mind for the Anko/Kurenai duo... and yes. "new" ^_^ I rather like this Kiba, whatcha think?
Carousel - awww, it's not over yet! there is more to come. Oh, and yeah, I came up with the lyrics... don't have any more than that, sorry :( I sometimes write songs, but it's been a while.
itanaru4eva - ty!!! :)
richon - hah yeah, sasu was bitten by the jealousy bug :P they didn't actually ever have an affair though, were just a couple of flirty birds. but Sasu's imagination has a tendancy to go a bit wild, i think...
Sneakyfox - :P
Anon - there he is! WTF is he doing there, you might ask? Well.....we shall see!
*ducks* please dont h8 me! it was neccesary :( and it had to happen sometime...
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