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Once in a Blue Moon	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 4105 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
Author's note: I had never expected so many positive comments and I can only thank you for your support and hope I won't disappoint with my future chapters. Seriously, guys, I really appreciate your comments! Especially with how tiring and awful my exams have been so far. And I'm really happy to see so many of my regular reviewers again!
Thanks to the following reviewers: littlekit (As far as I know there is no button to follow this story; but I update always on Friday and for now it's every two weeks. So the next update will be on the fourth of September); Anon; smint45; DemonicTenshi; Lil-lo
Warnings: foul language; liberties taken with medical procedure; possessiveAlpha teetering on dark; slight angst
I hope you'll enjoy this second chapter!

Chapter 2
The results of Uzumaki's blood were sent to him two days after he had ordered Karin to send the vials to the lab. He let his secretary know that she should notify Uzumaki and make a new appointment with him – all the while ignoring how she tried to flirt with him. Despite the cold weather, the V-neck of her shirts seemed to grow deeper with every week that passed.
If she wasn't such a good secretary, he would have kicked her out a long time ago.
On Saturday Deidara had somehow managed to cajole him into visiting their house again. He was becoming quite concerned at how easily the blond Omega seemed to sway him.
"Where's the bastard?" he asked in greeting when he walked into the kitchen and had taken notice of the fact that his dear brother wasn't present.
Such a shame.
Deidara looked up amused from the dough he was kneading. Patches of flour decorated his black apron. "If you're talking about Itachi, he was called away to the office. It seems that one of his employees was caught trying to transfer secret documents to a rival company."
Sasuke blinked and sat down, hanging his jacket on the chair. "That employee will be lucky if he only gets fired," he murmured. If there was one thing Uchiha didn't take lightly, it was betrayal. Of any kind.
That employee had signed his own death certificate so to speak.
"Did Mikoto-san call you for the party?" Deidara asked and stepped back from the counter, blowing a stray hair out of his face.
"What are you making?" Sasuke wrinkled his nose and shook his head in irritation. "Yes, mother called me. That's a stupid question. She's been nagging at me to attend the party this year."
"I'm making croissants," his brother-in-law informed him and clucked his tongue, looking at Sasuke disapprovingly. "You really should attend; it's been a couple of years since we last saw you."
"Yeah, yeah," Sasuke muttered. He wasn't interested in spending an entire day with his family, tolerating his mother's worried nagging and his father's disapproving looks whenever his job was mentioned in any form. His father would never let go of his dream to have both of his sons working in the family's company.
Deidara rubbed his flour covered hands over his apron, which clearly displayed the roundness of his belly, and sighed. "You know your mother is only worried about you."
"Yes, and my father is a dick," Sasuke deadpanned. "Now that we have got those facts in the open, can we talk about something else?"
"Fine." Deidara scowled at him and walked – almost waddled – over to him, sitting down across from him at the table. "God, my ankles are killing me," he groaned and stretched his legs out.
"What? Itachi isn't doing his husband duties? He should be ashamed," the dark haired man quipped and ducked when the blond threw a pen at his head.
"Itachi is wonderful, but there is only so much he can help me with," Deidara sighed, folding his arms over his belly.
"Do you have a name in mind already?" Sasuke asked interested and grabbed a biscuit from the tray near him.
Deidara's cookies were one of the very few sweets he was willing to tolerate.
"Itachi chose the name the first time, so now I get to choose the name," Deidara replied with a wicked gleam in his eyes. "I've decided to call him Shion."
Sasuke stared at him as if he had grown a second head. "That's a girl's name," he remarked blankly.
"Who cares about that?" Deidara waved his hand dismissively. "I like the meaning of the flower he'll be named after."
"Which is?" Sasuke asked warily and wondered whether Itachi had been informed about the name already.
"'I won't forget you' or 'remembrance'," Deidara answered and his eyes gained a distant sheen. "A tribute to my mother. She loved that flower and she would have loved seeing her grandchildren."
Sasuke kept quiet; six years ago Deidara's mother had died after being bedridden for a very long time. Before she died, Deidara had been able to tell her she would become a grandmother soon, but unfortunately the illness had taken over her entire body and she had departed from the earth before she could see her first grandchild.
"I'm certain she would have appreciated it," he finally broke the silence awkwardly. Shit, he really didn't have any experience dealing with this sort of things. How did other people do it? Was it a general, inborn skill he somehow had missed out on when he was born, or was it something people learnt by hanging around others? If so, he was screwed for life, because he wasn't exactly a person of a sociable nature.
"Thank you," Deidara smiled genuinely and Sasuke breathed out in relief. At least he hadn't fucked this up.
The blond hesitated visibly, before he asked softly, "Has Hozuki-san any information about your case, un?"
Well, it had taken him quite some time to ask about it, Sasuke grudgingly admitted to himself. "He called me a couple of weeks ago," he replied and tapped with his fingers on the table. "He managed to convince her not to contact me ever again."
"Do you think she'll obey that request?" Deidara pursed his lips, obviously not having much trust in Suigetsu's abilities to convince someone.
Well, the Alpha couldn't really blame him for that.
"I don't think he formulated it like a request to be honest," Sasuke retorted dryly and raked a hand through his inky blue black hair. "And though she could be quite stupid at times, I doubt even she missed the implied threat in his conversation with her."
"Well, at least she finally stopped bothering you, un," Deidara sighed and drew a circle on the table. "Though maybe if you had let Itachi handle it, it wouldn't have taken years for that wench to get it through her skull that you aren't interested anymore."
Sasuke raised an eyebrow at hearing that particular foul word escape the kind hearted blond, but didn't remark on it. Instead he said, "What? And owe that bastard a favour? Like hell I would. Owing Itachi a favour is a dangerous thing."
"Now you're over exaggerating," the Omega scolded him.
"The last time I owed him a favour, he ruined my favourite clothes," Sasuke deadpanned and grimaced when that particular memory was brought back to the front of his mind. It had been one of the times when he had genuinely thought he would have feared Itachi if he hadn't known him for his whole life.
"How did he ruin your favourite clothes, un?" Deidara questioned nonplussed, cocking his head to the right.
"You don't want to know, trust me," the dark haired man replied darkly.
Deidara clapped his hands. "In that case, put on an apron and help me make croissants, un," he declared cheerfully.
"Seriously? Because I don't want to answer one question, you're going to make me help you?" Sasuke complained. "I thought I was your guest? Guests don't need to help."
The sharp smile that suddenly appeared on Deidara's face made him stiffen in wariness. "Sasuke-kun, my dear brother-in-law," he murmured and patted Sasuke's hand softly. "Surely you're not going to let me, being seven months pregnant and all, work alone on the croissants? Itachi asked me not to do too much, but I really want to surprise him with chocolate croissants, un. You're going to help me, right?" The otherwise gentle, baby blue eyes flashed up dangerously, reminding Sasuke of the fact that, though Itachi could be quite scary if he wanted to, ultimately it was Deidara they had to be cautious of.
Holding back the shudder that wanted to escape him, he forced himself to smile and quickly retracted his hand. "Why not? Everything for my brother-in-law and my brother, after all."
The dangerous glint in Deidara's eyes evaporated like smoke and the bright grin on his face at Sasuke's acquiescent reply was nearly blinding. "Thank you, Sasuke-kun! Here, you can borrow one of these aprons, un," he practically chirped and handed a plain, black one to the Alpha.
Well, at least it isn't that ridiculous bright orange one, Sasuke thought with a soft sigh and tied the apron around himself. He followed Deidara back to the counter and listened to his instructions how to knead the dough in the forms they wanted.
God, the things he did for his family.

One week after he had first laid eye on the alluring blond, Uzumaki was seated in front of him again, ready to hear the results of his blood tests. Before the blond Omega had entered the room, Sasuke had cracked a window open slightly in a vain attempt to decrease the heavy scent in the air.
No such luck there. He would just have to learn to deal with it, he supposed. Which was easier said than done.
"I have your results here," Sasuke started calmly and tapped on the page which contained the charts and the number combinations displaying the levels of every component in the blood.
"What does it say?" Uzumaki asked nervously. His fingers were playing with the tassels of his bright orange scarf. How anyone could wear a clothing item of such a bright colour was a mystery to the Alpha. A quick glance at the Omega's hands revealed that there were some splatters of purple paint decorating his knuckles. In the back of Sasuke's mind, he wondered what kind of job Uzumaki had.
"Your blood does not contain any traces of the suppressants and the rest of your vitals are fine as well. No cause for concern there," Sasuke replied and placed the results back into Uzumaki's file. It wouldn't do to have them get lost.
Usually his patients tended to be quite relieved when he told them that their vitals were perfect – Uzumaki proved to be the exception to that rule. Instead of being reassured, the blond man slumped back into his chair with a sigh of defeat. "So, it's not a side effect from the pills," he muttered disappointed.
Ah, Sasuke realised silently while he studied the disappointed Omega, he had hoped that his issue was caused by the remnants of the suppressants in his blood. It made sense after he pondered about that; if the remnants were causing the problem, Sasuke could have described a medicine to flush Uzumaki's system. But with that possible cause ruled out, it was much harder to pinpoint what exactly was wrong.
Another possible cause could be physical. Sasuke had a feeling the blond wouldn't like what he would say next.
"Now that we have ruled out the possible side effects of your pill, we will need to research something else that could be the cause of your issue," Sasuke called Uzumaki back out of his thoughts.
He received a wary look in reply to his remark. "What?"
"In some cases, problems with conceiving can arise, because the entrance to the womb is too narrow or too hidden," Sasuke explained and retrieved a chart from the first drawer of his desk, which detailed the productive system of an Omega. It was a chart every doctor had in his office; most of the time it wasn't needed during consultations, but every once in a while, like now, the chart was needed to explain something to the patient. Placing the chart on the desk, he pushed it a bit towards Uzumaki and tapped on it. "You know how your womb is partly connected to your rectum, right?"
Uzumaki nodded and his cheeks gained a red flush; obviously he didn't feel particularly comfortable discussing this with Sasuke.
Ignoring the irritating voice in the back of his mind that wondered how far a blush would stretch on Uzumaki's body, he continued, "In some Omega, the connection is too narrow or simply hidden which creates difficulties for the seed to succeed in impregnating the Omega." He looked at the blond apologetically. "I realise you may not like this, but I want to perform a check-up to see whether your issue is caused due to physical problems."
Uzumaki seemed to realise what the check-up would entail, because the flush on his cheeks deepened and he looked highly uncomfortable. No Omega liked to be intimately touched by someone who wasn't their mate, and while Sasuke understood that dislike, Uzumaki didn't have a choice. If the problem was physical, he could only discover that through an examination. A scan would not be detailed enough for it.
Sasuke stood up and hoped that if Uzumaki saw how calm and unaffected he remained – that was a goddamn lie, and you know it, Uchiha. You know you're affected, don't try to deny it, … Ruthlessly he shut up the dark voice muttering in the back of his mind – that the blond would remain calm as well. The last thing they needed was a spooked Omega.
Uzumaki followed him to the large privacy screen near the back of the room where Sasuke handed him a lime green hospital gown to make the access for the examination easier.
"Pull this on and leave your clothes here," Sasuke instructed and left to give the blue eyed man his privacy.
Trying to occupy himself while waiting for Uzumaki to finish changing, he looked through the file of his next patient. However, his attention was quickly derailed from it when his ears picked up the faint sound of clothes rustling and he clenched his hand into a fist next to his side. The thought that the Omega would be completely naked underneath that flimsy gown soon made the Alpha inside of him salivate with desire and the being offered him image after image of what he could do with the blond as soon as he appeared again.
It made him shut his eyes tightly and slowly count to ten to calm himself down. He really didn't know why the Alpha inside of him insisted on rearing its head near the blond Omega, but he couldn't have him take over and attack the poor blond. That just couldn't happen.
Soon – too soon – the padding of bare feet on the floor echoed through the room and when he turned around to face the blond, the Omega was rocking back and forth on his heels, visibly nervous.
The Alpha purred contently.
Sasuke nodded, mainly to force himself to focus on the issue on hand, and pulled on a pair of thin, plastic gloves. "Uzumaki-san, please place your hands on the bed, lean forwards and spread your legs a bit," he said and was relieved to hear that he managed to sound calm and detached with a soothing undertone.
It looked as if Uzumaki was about to protest, but he simply turned around stiffly, walked over to the bed and leant forwards. As soon as his hands were steady on the bed, he spread his legs a little and the gown allowed his buttocks to peek out from between the flimsy cloth.
Slowly Sasuke approached him after squirting a dollop of clear lubrication gel on his fingers and noticed how with every step he took, the blond seemed to tense up more. "Try to relax as much as possible," he murmured once he halted right behind Uzumaki.
Briefly he rubbed his fingers together to warm up the gel – there was no need to make it even more uncomfortable by having the gel remain cold – and then slowly brought the slick finger between Uzumaki's buttocks, breaching him carefully. No matter how slow and careful he was, Uzumaki tensed up considerably, forcing the dark haired man to pause his ministrations to avoid hurting the blond.
"Sorry," Uzumaki hissed and his breathing sounded shallow when he tried to relax his inner muscles.
"It's okay; just try not to tense up. It won't take long," Sasuke reassured the blond and in a split second, he made the decision to place his hand on Uzumaki's lower back, feeling the blond flex his back muscles in surprise. He hoped that the warmth of his hand would aid in relaxing the Omega.
Uzumaki breathed out slowly and he only tensed up slightly when Sasuke fit a second finger in with the first.
"That's right; just relax," Sasuke murmured soothingly and he saw Uzumaki's fingers flexing on the bed when he slid deeper with his gloved fingers. The muscles still twitched as if they wanted to reject him, but the blond wasn't that tense anymore to the point where Sasuke couldn't move his fingers.
While he tried to find the opening to Naruto's womb, he became slowly aware of an odd, alluring smell that was rising up around them. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion and he wondered what the source of that peculiar scent could be. He thought he had smelt it before, but …
At the same time he had managed to locate the opening – finding no clear obstructions blocking the entrance – he heard Uzumaki hiss in discomfort, but simultaneously arch his back as well … as if he was offering himself up to Sasuke, begging him to take him.
Go on, the Alpha whispered in his mind and he could easily imagine the satisfied, dark grin that spread out on the being's face. You know you want to. He wouldn't feel forced; can't you smell that? He wants to be taken, to be mated. He's ready for it. All you need to do, is …
Sasuke pulled back abruptly and the voice quietened down as he hastily took a couple of steps back, feeling quite disorientated.
"It appears that nothing is obstructing the opening to the womb," he declared briskly and hastily removed the gloves; they gave off a sharp 'smack!'. "You can change back."
Uzumaki looked absolutely mortified as he practically fled behind the screen again.
Sasuke had hoped that with the disposal of the gloves in the closed off garbage can the delicious scent would disappear, but naturally he would not have that luck. He finally knew what that particular scent was – or actually, how close it came to the scent he knew, because there were certain components to this particular scent of which he didn't know the meaning. The scent that had been rising up around them was the scent of an aroused Omega.
Swallowing harshly, he sat down behind his desk again and wrote down his observations in Uzumaki's file. He supposed it wasn't that odd for the blond to become slightly aroused; the dark haired man was fairly certain that he had accidentally skimmed the prostate while he was searching for the opening and which man wouldn't react to that? Omega were even more sensitive to that stimulation.
Shaking his head to clear it, he jotted down some more notes when he became aware of the fact that Uzumaki had dressed himself again and was on his way back to the desk. Uzumaki sat down and met his eyes completely, the intense sapphire blue examining him intently, though he seemed to shiver for some reason. Sasuke wondered whether he was cold and then wondered why those blue eyes grabbed his attention so easily.
"Well, so far all the tests have proven that you are capable of carrying a child," Sasuke remarked thoughtfully and tapped his pen against the first sheet of paper that made up the file. "I'm going to give you a prescription for a hormone treatment. Maybe your hormones need a bit more help. You need to take these pills for a month. After that month, should you still not be carrying, we'll figure out something else."
"Thank you," Uzumaki muttered and reached out to accept the prescription Sasuke had written while he was still changing his clothes.
As soon as their fingers touched briefly, a spark of electricity made them both jolt and Uzumaki pulled back with an alarmed face.
"Must be static electricity," Sasuke smiled faintly, though he doubted his own words.
Uzumaki's smile was rather weak when he answered, "Must be." His tone gave away that he didn't quite believe Sasuke.
The dark haired man couldn't fault him for that, though. Since when had static electricity felt this strong?

The Uchiha family was quite a large one and because most people had plans with their own family during Christmas, the official Christmas party of the family was hosted a week after Christmas, to ensure both friends and family could be present.
Sasuke had no family of his own to celebrate Christmas with; he could visit his parents, he supposed, but though his mother was still the same sweet woman who adored her sons, his father soured the festivities by delivering cutting remarks about Sasuke's choice of job. The older man would probably never let go of his dream to have both his sons working in the Uchiha corporation and he never missed an opportunity to inform Sasuke about how much of a disappointment he was and how he should have followed his brother's path instead of veering off and creating one of his own.
Sasuke had got used to these cutting snide remarks, but still, he wasn't about to subject himself to his father's rants if he could avoid them. He had no desire to ruin Christmas for his mother, just because his father couldn't keep his comments to himself.
So when Christmas arrived, he called his mother to wish her a Merry Christmas, danced around the subject of him attending the Uchiha party next week and then changed into a cashmere sweater and dark jeans, grabbing three colourfully wrapped packages from the kitchen table on his way to his car. He might not want to spend Christmas with his parents, but he did not have the same reservations about his brother and his family. It had become a tradition of sorts that Sasuke would spend Christmas with Itachi, Deidara and their son; not initially his choice, but Itachi's threat of kidnapping him and tying him to a chair to force him to spend the holiday with him was just a tad too realistic to ignore.
A small part in him admitted that he liked being wanted; deep inside he probably would never grow out of the childish desire to be acknowledged by his big brother.
Itachi opened the door with a smirk. "I'm glad that you showed up," he said and stepped aside to let the younger man enter.
"As if you ever gave me a choice," Sasuke snorted and roughly pushed the presents against Itachi's chest, forcing the man to open his arms or risk letting the packages drop on the floor. "Here, take this to that ugly thing you dare to call a Christmas tree."
"Don't let Akihito hear you say that; he'll be most upset that you insulted his work," Itachi warned him and walked to the living room to drop off the presents, while Sasuke removed his jacket and hung it up on a metal hook next to a long, narrow mirror.
He had just enough time to remove his shoes and put on the house slippers when an excited squeal tore through the air, making him wince, and the next moment his nephew flew around his waist, hugging him tightly.
"Merry Christmas, Sasuke-jisan!" Akihito looked up at him with a beaming face; his dark eyes glittering madly.
It looked like someone had got his hands on the sugar stash.
"Merry Christmas, brat," Sasuke retorted and ruffled through the dark hair quickly before carefully detaching himself from the firm grip.
Akihito canted his neck to look around Sasuke and threw him a questioning look. "Where are the presents?" he asked with wide eyes.
For one short moment Sasuke was very tempted to say that he hadn't bought any, but the possible tantrum that would ensue was not worth the short moment of teasing. "Your father put them underneath the tree," he replied instead and to his amusement a conflicted look appeared on his nephew's face.
On the one hand he seemed relieved to hear that his uncle hadn't forgotten the presents, but on the other hand he had probably hoped on slipping away with it and opening it before it was officially time to open the presents.
Sasuke did not feel sorry at all for foiling his plan.
"Sasuke-kun?" Deidara walked into the hallway and smiled upon seeing the dark haired man lingering near the front door. "Merry Christmas, un. I'm glad you could make it."
"Not like I had much choice," Sasuke grunted and tolerated the hug the blond bestowed upon him, careful not to bump against his large belly.
Deidara rolled his eyes and swatted his arm. "Don't deny you like visiting us for Christmas," he chided him and then shepherded Akihito out of the hallway to the kitchen, before the boy could even ponder about sneaking into the living room. "Itachi is in the living room. Why don't you join him while I finish up lunch?"
"Don't you need my help?" Sasuke raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but look dubiously at Deidara's stomach. The frail looking blond looked like he could topple over any moment.
The Omega huffed and planted his hands on his hips, glowering at him. "This is not my first time being pregnant," he reminded his brother-in-law. "I can handle finishing lunch, trust me."
"If you say so," Sasuke muttered and then decided it was best to join his brother, lest Deidara became irritated.
The blond Omega might not have severe mood swings like some other Omega were prone to have during pregnancy, but that didn't make it a wise idea to annoy him.
Itachi looked up from one of his work related documents when Sasuke entered the room and raised an eyebrow. "Glass of wine?" he suggested and nodded towards his own glass of red wine on the table.
"Sure, why not?" Sasuke sighed and sat down on the couch, glancing disinterested at the document. It seemed to be detailing some kind of transfer of goods. "Thanks," he mumbled and accepted the glass filled with the ruby red wine.
"I'm surprised you're out here instead of helping your mate in the kitchen," he remarked offhandedly after a bout of silence.
An amused huff escaped his brother while he circled something on the page. "The kitchen is Deidara's domain; if he's cooking, I'm not allowed to be there unless he specifically asks for my help," he replied dryly.
"Huh," Sasuke muttered blankly and took a sip of his wine, idly wondering what they would have for lunch. So far Deidara had made a new menu every year; traditions seemed to be appreciated except when it came to food apparently.
He was startled out of his thoughts when his brother murmured, "Mother told me you have been ignoring her requests of attending the party this year."
And of course their mother had to drag Itachi into this. Sasuke scowled into his glass and his grip tightened around it for a fraction. "I don't understand why she keeps asking. My answer remains the same every year; I'm not in the mood to tolerate father's bullshit."
Itachi sighed and put the documents into his briefcase, closing it with a quiet 'snap'. He removed his reading glasses and rubbed a hand over his eyes.
Just when Sasuke started to relax again in the assumption that Itachi wouldn't continue this particular conversation, the older man said, "I know our father can act like a bastard, but are you seriously not going to attend the party, because of the small possibility that he won't keep his mouth shut?" The tone of disapproval was strong.
Unconsciously Sasuke shrunk away from the disapproving tone, pulling up his shoulders. "It's easy for you to say that – you're the golden child, the perfect one," he retorted bitterly. He reared back when Itachi suddenly poked his forehead. "The hell?" Out of reflex, he quickly pushed his hand away.
"I'm not perfect – nobody is perfect," Itachi told him and his eyes softened a bit. "Father is a fool to not acknowledge the fact that you are the best in your field. It doesn't matter that you haven't climbed up to being CEO in the Uchiha Corporation – you're helping Omega and you're doing a damn good job with that. You are my brother, but if I hadn't believed that Deidara would be safe in your hands, I would have never agreed to you becoming his doctor. You are the best, however, so I know I can trust Deidara and my children with you."
Sasuke looked away, feeling highly uncomfortable underneath his brother's praise.
"So you're going to attend the party this year," Itachi continued calmly and picked up his own glass of wine.
"No, I'm not," Sasuke replied quickly. No matter how much praise his brother would heap on him, he was not going to deal with his father. "Besides, I have work to do."
"I very much doubt that your patients are willing to have check-ups and examinations in the last week of the year," Itachi said lightly.
"Paperwork," the younger man answered snidely.
"Well, that paperwork will have to wait, because if you don't attend the party," a sinister smirk appeared on Itachi's face, causing Sasuke to stiffen in apprehension, "then I will inform your lovely secretary where you live and tell her that you are just dying to spend the first day of the new year with her."
Sasuke narrowed his eyes and bared his teeth. "You wouldn't," he whispered aghast. The thought of Karin being encouraged further to pursue made him shudder in disgust. He already had a hard time getting it through her thick skull that he wasn't interested in her and if Itachi told her that he wanted to spend New Year's with her … The result would be disastrous for him – and his brother was definitely capable of going through with his plan.
"My dear, dear Otouto, you know fully well that I would do something like that," Itachi remarked, sounding rather bored. "In the end, it's your choice, though. Who do you think will aggravate you the worst?"
"You're an absolute bastard, nii-san," Sasuke replied flatly and glared at the older man.
Itachi had the nerve to pat his shoulder. "I knew you would see it my way," he said satisfied and stood up. "Come on, I believe Deidara is finished with preparing lunch now."
It was a wonder, Sasuke mused while he followed his brother to the dining room, that Itachi hadn't been beaten up yet for being so goddamn annoying.

Clearly Itachi had informed no one about the fact that Sasuke would be attending the party. His mother stared at him with such a shocked face, it was as if he had died and returned from the dead.
"Oh my goodness, Sasuke, honey, you're here!" she exclaimed surprised and immediately ushered him inside, keeping a hand on his arm as if she thought he would run off if she didn't guide him inside.
Running off actually sounded like a pretty good idea to him.
"Hello, mother," he murmured and kissed her cheek. He removed his jacket, which was hung up next to several others – including a very garish looking orange jacket. Who in their right mind would wear an orange jacket?
"I'm so happy you are attending this party!" Her smile was so joyful that he started to feel a bit guilty for refusing to attend every year.
"I didn't have any work to do, so I decided to attend," was his rather lame response and he shuffled a bit with his feet.
"Well, I'm really glad about that," she said sincerely. "Your brother will be happy as well."
Both did not mention his father at all.
"Mikoto-ba-chan?" Sasuke's cousin, Obito, called out from somewhere in the kitchen. "Where are those little biscuits, you know, the salty ones?"
"Why don't you go greet everyone while I'll help Obito-kun?" Mother suggested and hurried off to the kitchen, before Obito decided to raid all kitchen cabinets.
Taking a deep breath – faintly frowning when a peculiar scent wriggled its way into his nostrils – he made his way to the living room, guided by the loud chattering and the occasional deep laugh of one of his cousins.
The first people he noticed was a very familiar looking blond man – what was he doing here? – sitting next to his nephew, who was enthusiastically showing all the presents he had received during Christmas.
As Sasuke approached them – mother had said to greet everyone, but she hadn't said in which order – he heard Akihito say, "This puzzle is from …"
"Still showing off your presents, brat?" Sasuke couldn't help but interject amused. Akihito loved showing off his gifts to other people – the older Alpha still hadn't figured out whether Akihito was attempting to make other people jealous or whether he genuinely wanted to show what he had received.
"Sasuke-jisan!" Akihito cried out enthusiastically and he dropped his puzzle as if it was on fire. He rushed towards the older man, holding up his arms in a silent plea for a hug.
Automatically Sasuke bent down to pick him up, grunting when he settled him on his hip. "You're getting heavy," he informed him dryly, adjusting the boy slightly so that he wouldn't suddenly fall down.
Akihito puffed up his cheeks like an angry chipmunk and huffed dismayed. "I'm not!" he protested and scowled fiercely.
"You're getting bigger, so you're getting heavier," Sasuke retorted solemnly.
"Not true!"
Sasuke raised an eyebrow. "So you're not a big boy?"
"I, yes, wait! No … I am …" Akihito became flustered; his face displaying his confusion. He clearly had no idea what he had to answer.
The sudden sound of snickering drew Sasuke's and Akihito's attention towards the blond man, who had been looking at them silently.
Uzumaki flushed underneath Sasuke's gaze and he cleared his throat as he rose up from the large pillow. "Hello, Uchiha-sensei," he greeted him and rubbed the back of his neck. He looked a bit bemused.
"Uzumaki-san, I hadn't expected to see you here," Sasuke said and lowered his nephew back on the ground. He kept his eyes trained on the blond, not wanting to look away for some odd reason.
Uzumaki let out a nervous chuckle. "Deidara-kun invites me every year."
"Ah," Sasuke breathed out as realisation dawned upon him. Deidara had raved a lot about a beautiful, cute looking blond, who was his friend. Some moments Sasuke had really wondered whether Deidara didn't have some sort of crush on his friend. "So you're the cute blond my brother-in-law raves about," he couldn't stop himself from remarking, while an amused smirk lingered on his lips.
Who knew that his new patient was Deidara's friend? Had Deidara recommended him to this man?
To his amusement, Uzumaki's cheeks soon resembled a fierce red tomato as he spluttered and floundered; obviously having no idea at all how he should react to Sasuke's comment.
Akihito, bless his nephew, decided it was his turn to add to the conversation. "Naruto-niisan is pretty, right, Sasuke-jisan?" he remarked innocently and his big eyes looked imploringly at his uncle.
Before Sasuke could answer, Uzumaki gently pushed Akihito to his grandmother underneath Sasuke's amused gaze. "Why don't you go to your grandmother, Akihito-kun? I heard she has chocolate chip cookies," he fibbed, while his cheeks turned even redder – a feat the Alpha hadn't thought was possible.
"Cookies?" At the mention of that, Akihito's face cleared up immediately and he instantly ran off, forgetting that he had asked his uncle a question.
"Sorry about that," Uzumaki apologized, smiling weakly.
Sasuke couldn't stop himself from appraising the blond, his eyes roving across his lean body, causing the blond to stiffen. "Well, he isn't lying. My nephew does have good taste," he murmured before he could stop himself. The Alpha in him purred in agreement. Why couldn't he keep his mouth shut?
"Flattery is something all Uchiha are good in, I assume." Uzumaki's voice trembled when he chuckled, obviously affected by Sasuke's blatant appraisal.
"Only when the other one is worthy of praise," Sasuke retorted smoothly and picked up two glasses of champagne from a plate. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound. It wasn't like he was exactly lying. The blond intrigued him, something not many people managed to achieve, and he wanted to find out what exactly it was about the blond that made him incapable of keeping a tight lid on his emotions after only meeting him twice so far. Maybe this party would provide an opportunity to discover more about Uzumaki.
"Where's your mate? I thought I would see him here, considering you're here," he asked offhandedly while he handed over one of the flute glasses to the Omega. So far Uzumaki had shown up alone at his appointments and it made him wonder why that was. Usually the mates of the Omega were at least present during the first appointment – mainly to ensure that Sasuke wouldn't try to touch their mates inappropriately.
"Ah, eh, he had to meet up with a client, so I came on my own," Uzumaki answered and shrugged; the look in his eyes suggesting that was not the first time something like that happened.
"And he leaves you on your own? What a shame," Sasuke remarked and sipped from his champagne, which had a fruity aftertaste. Which Alpha in their right mind let an attractive Omega like Uzumaki attend a party alone? That was basically asking for trouble. A reason why none of the single Uchiha men – and even women – had approached the blond could be because the stench of his mate still lingered a bit around him. It was very faint, though, and most Alpha wouldn't let themselves be stopped by a weak scent like that. The best reason Sasuke could come up with why the blond hadn't been accosted yet was because Deidara had brought him in and nobody dared to go against his wishes.
"Say, Uchiha-sensei, …" Uzumaki broke through his musings hesitatingly.
"Call me Sasuke," Sasuke interrupted calmly, having made the decision on a whim. The polite addressing was starting to irk him. Noticing Uzumaki's bemused look, he elaborated, "We're not in my practice, so you can call me Sasuke." That was a reasonable explanation in his opinion.
Uzumaki blinked confused, but continued, "Sasuke-san, how come I haven't seen you here at this party the past few years?"
"Because I was busy dealing with patients." Sasuke frowned and then decided he might as well confess the real reason for his attendance this year. "This year, however, that bastard I call my brother decided to blackmail me into leaving my schedule empty for today."
Uzumaki winced, but a look of understanding crossed his face.
Not wanting to talk about his brother or his work, Sasuke commented with his head cocked slightly, "You know, I have your complete medical history, but I don't know anything about you as a person, Uzumaki-san." That had to be one of the lamest ways to ask a person to talk about themselves, but it would have to do for now.
Something flashed in those deep blue eyes. "Call me Naruto, please."
Sasuke's small smile was mirrored by a beautiful one on Naruto's face, before the Omega started telling him about job and his attempts at selling his own art.

Sasuke led Naruto to a large balcony, which looked out on a large backyard covered with pure white snow. The balcony was shielded from the nature elements by thick glass, so both men could enjoy eating their early dinner without freezing to death. He knew this balcony was rather isolated and therefore quite private – the perfect place for them.
Sasuke was quite shocked to realise that he actually enjoyed talking with Naruto. The blond man had a way of making even the most mundane thing sound interesting and Sasuke listened intently to him talking animatedly about his work as an art teacher and his friends, interjecting questions whenever he could. There was this strange hunger inside of him, urging him to ask more, to get to know more about Naruto. For once he didn't question this urge and instead acted on it and was delighted to notice that Naruto was quickly relaxing around him. There was no danger of a stilted, awkward conversation; while Naruto talked more than Sasuke did, their conversation went smoothly, words bouncing back and forth as if they had known each other for years instead of only a month.
"Ever since then Iruka-sensei has refused to leave me alone in charge of his class," Naruto ended his latest exploit of his many adventures proudly with a bright grin making his face shine. He had just told Sasuke about the time he had managed to coerce a whole class to paint their classroom orange.
"You can be a right menace when you want to be," Sasuke smirked and placed his glass of red wine back on the table with a soft 'thunk'.
"All in good fun," Naruto reassured him with a large grin and put a piece of roasted chicken in his mouth.
A comfortable silence fell upon them as they both enjoyed their meal.
Until Naruto suddenly blurted out, "How come you don't have a mate?" A look of horror was plastered on his face and he clapped a hand for his mouth, while Sasuke stared at him surprised. He hadn't expected a question like that at all. "I'm sorry! It's none of my …"
Sasuke cut him off gently, not offended at the unexpected question, "The last person I was with couldn't deal with my work schedule." Amongst other issues; ones you don't need to be bothered with. "Since then it's just easier to concentrate on my work, instead of dealing with bitch fits. I love my work and I have no patience for people who can't deal with that."
"Oh." Naruto sounded quite subdued and Sasuke blinked, a bit puzzled at the odd tone. While he twirled his fork between his fingers, the blond teased in a weak, light hearted voice, "So you have no one waiting for you at home? Such a shame; you seem to be quite a catch."
"At this moment, no, but who knows when that will change," Sasuke murmured and his voice deepened, his eyes gazing straight into wide, blue ones, while the atmosphere between them grew charged with heavy tension, a tension the Alpha hadn't felt in years.
Those shimmering blue eyes drew him in and his mind was suddenly filled with a vision of Naruto wrapped up in his embrace, offering those delicate, rose lips to him. Lips that would grow swollen and bruised if he kissed him too long and his throat seemed to dry out. What was happening to him?
"Naruto …" he breathed out and leant forwards, closer until …
"Aha! Here you are!"
The door slammed open to reveal a triumphantly looking Deidara and an exasperated Itachi.
Sasuke lurched back, feeling his heart skip a beat; Naruto yelped in fright and slammed back into his chair. Just like Sasuke he had been leaning forwards and a curious blush covered his cheekbones when he shyly glanced at Sasuke. A strange warmth filled him at that sight.
Itachi threw him an undiscerning glance, which pissed off Sasuke quite badly. Why the fuck did his brother need to interrupt them now?
"What do you want?" he asked roughly and scowled at the bastard.
Itachi's calculating gaze – never a look that promised something good – from Naruto to him and he shook his head sharply. "Sasuke, can I talk to you for a moment? It's private," he murmured.
Private, yeah right, Sasuke thought darkly and glanced at Naruto, hoping that his eyes weren't giving away too much of his inner turmoil. "Excuse me," he muttered and stiffly followed his brother deeper into the house, into a room at the end of the hallway.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Itachi whirled around and pinned him to the floor with hard eyes.
"What on earth do you think you're doing, Sasuke?" Itachi asked and he sounded quite agitated.
Sasuke clenched his hands to fists, not appreciating the way Itachi had pulled him away from Naruto. "I was talking to Naruto-san. What else did it look like?" he snapped annoyed.
Itachi took a step closer and unwillingly the younger man backed up. "That did not look like talking to me," he said in a strained voice. "That looked like you were about to kiss him!"
"I was not," Sasuke protested immediately, but they both knew his negation was futile. He groaned inwardly and could smack himself. Yes, he had been about to kiss Naruto, but he had no clue why that urge had fallen over him. He had never been so close to losing control before; what on earth had happened there?
"Naruto-kun has a mate," the older Alpha bit out.
"I know that!" Sasuke hissed and his nails bit into his skin. Of course he knew that; Naruto was his damn patient, because he was trying to conceive a child with his mate. The other Alpha's stench lingered around the blond – of course Sasuke knew the Omega had a mate.
"Then it would do you well to stay away from him, Sasuke," Itachi warned him and looked at him reproachfully. "His mate won't appreciate you trying to seduce Naruto."
The younger man grinded his teeth together and the ridiculous urge to throw something or punch his brother in the face rose up, leaving him trembling with anger. "I wasn't trying to seduce him," he brought out; his jaw set tightly.
He really hadn't been; he had just been filled with this inexplicable warmth that left him more confused than ever. Why had his thoughts become so muddled since he had met the blond?
And why was he being scolded like he was a kid who had done something naughty?
The look of pity on his brother's face made him hiss in anger and it stung more than his look of reproach had done.
"He is your patient, Sasuke," Itachi told him softly and he sighed. "He's off limits even if he didn't have a mate. Don't be foolish, Otouto."
Who had told him that … Right, Deidara must have told him. He turned around, absolutely done with this particular conversation. He didn't appreciate being scolded at all. "Right, if that's all, I'm going back," he said coldly, but his wrist was grabbed in a deceptively strong hold.
Dark eyes, tinted with just a slight hue of red, looked at him sadly. "I don't want you to get hurt, Otouto," Itachi murmured and squeezed his wrist softly. "Pursuing Naruto-kun will only lead to trouble."
"I have no idea what you are talking about," Sasuke retorted stubbornly and tugged at his hand. "I'm not planning on pursuing Naruto-san. Now let me go so that I can go back. We were having dinner and talking."
"I don't think so." Itachi shook his head. "You'll be coming with me. You've sneaked away for too long and mother is wondering where you are. You need to greet the rest of the family."
"Like hell I will," Sasuke snorted but froze when Itachi's aura grew oppressive, his Alpha coming to the surface. The temperature dropped a couple of degrees.
A steel note was woven through his voice, when Itachi replied, "You will join me now and greet the rest of our family."
Sasuke wasn't weak; he might have won a fight with his brother if he really went all out, but his respect and love for his brother held him back and had him nodding dejectedly in agreement.
A sigh filled the air and his forehead was suddenly poked, causing him to reel back. "I'm not against you falling in love with Naruto-kun, Otouto. I just want to prevent you from getting hurt because you decided to pursue him. Give up on Naruto-kun and find someone else, who deserves you," Itachi told him solemnly and squeezed his shoulder, before holding the door open. "Come on, before mother sends out a search party."
Sasuke wanted to protest. There was no way he was falling in love with Naruto. That wasn't happening at all, couldn't happen. He had only talked to the Omega three times – that wasn't long enough to fall in love. He was intrigued by the blond, that was all. It was just the odd scent clinging around the younger man that threw him off balance and made him ponder about kissing him.
But instead of protesting, he quietly followed his brother downstairs, steeling himself for the inevitable meetings with the rest of his family. Yes, he wasn't fallen in love; this need to go back to the Omega was just because he had promised to return and he didn't want to appear impolite.
Nothing more. It couldn't be anything more.
So when he finally managed to sneak away from Itachi's watchful eyes, but received a call that his help was needed during a labour, the disappointment and frustration that filled him was only because he had promised to return and would now appear to be impolite.
It wasn't because deep inside of him, he longed to be near Naruto again and see that beautiful smile brightening up his face, making his eyes glitter like sapphire in the moonlight.

AN2: What do you think of it? Please leave your thoughts behind in a review! Should you spot any mistake, please point them out to me.
Once more you'll have to wait two weeks for the third chapter, but after that it should return to a more regular schedule.
See you all in two weeks!
Cuddles
Melissa
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