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Crossing Boundaries for You	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 12500 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto nor make profit of it. Kishimoto owns it.

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Author's note: As promised, here I am with the second chapter!
Warnings: Explanation as to how MPreg is possible; that's it mostly for this chapter
I hope you'll like it!
Chapter 2
Nobody knew when exactly the gene mutation appeared and what the cause of it had been. Was it just something that had naturally developed, as part of the evolution? Was it something in the air that affected some men more than others?
Not one scientist could discover the truth. The fact of the matter was that some men were born with fully operational wombs. They did not get the regular menstrual cycles like women; instead the blood forming the lining of the womb was absorbed back in the body and filtered in the kidneys – how such a process was possible, was yet another mystery that science hoped to solve one day.
Being in possession of a fully operational womb, these men were indeed capable of becoming pregnant. And though their womb was connected through a small passage with their anal canal, giving birth the natural way was out of the question entirely, as both man and baby would die. The only way they could deliver a baby successfully was through a caesarean section.
Men with such a particular infliction only knew when they were fertile by keeping track of their body temperature. For five days each month, they were the most fertile and that expressed itself through a rise in the body temperature. A slight rise – only one to two, at most three degrees – but a rise nonetheless.
Not all men were born with a womb. In fact, the majority of men didn't have the extra appendage inside of them. There seemed to be no specific reason why one man was born with it and another not. It appeared to be purely random, so every baby boy was put underneath a body scan when they were six months old to verify whether the boy was in possession of such a gene or not. That way the parents could take the appropriate precautions for the moment when their son became sexually active.
Naruto was a man who carried the gene. As his parents had died in a car crash when he was barely three years old, he had been informed about his predicament by the director of the orphanage he had been put in. Only a select few people in his life knew about this little fact: his former teacher Iruka, as the man had been the closest to a father figure he had ever had, and his best friends Sasuke, Sakura and Gaara. He didn't like to broadcast the fact that he could carry children, as a lot of people tended to ridicule men like him. Men like him were seen as an abomination sometimes; freaks that shouldn't exist and should be shunned from society. While a large part of society tended to ignore it when a pregnant man walked on the streets, it still wasn't a smart idea to spread the news around all willy-nilly.
Naruto hadn't been willing at first to confide in his best friends that he carried the gene, but after a long time of wavering, he had decided that he didn't want any secrets between them. His best friends had assured him that they didn't care about it – he was still Naruto, their best friend, and that wouldn't change.
It was this knowledge and the fact that he was capable of carrying that he was planning to use to help his friends.
It became harder to ignore the jade green eyes piercing into his skull. With a sigh, Naruto looked up from the magazine that detailed everything a man needed to do once he had planned on getting pregnant.
"What?" he asked and looked at his friend imploringly.
It was Saturday, five days after Sasuke had confided into him that Sakura was unable to get pregnant. Since the idea had popped up into his head that he could offer to be their surrogate, Naruto had collected every magazine that dealt with this particular subject and was pouring over them, intent on fully educating himself before he visited his friends to make the offer. Despite having known for years that he carried the gene and therefore had to use protection every time he slept with another guy, he never really had looked into what it exactly entailed. It was a lot more complicated than he had expected.
He had started reading the magazines as soon as he had woken up, which was fairly early considering he liked to sleep in during the weekends. Thankfully there was coffee to kick his brain in gear completely.
He had only been reading and jotting down notes for an hour when a knock on his door had disrupted his concentration. Gaara had shown up with breakfast as some sort of peace offering for not having spoken to him for nearly a week and a half. It had been quite difficult to hide the magazines from the red haired man and Naruto had reluctantly told him what he was planning to do and why. He doubted Sasuke wanted their whole friend circle to know what was going on, but the blond trusted Gaara to keep his mouth shut. His red haired friend wasn't the type to gossip.
"Are you seriously going to be the surrogate for Uchiha?" Gaara asked, his voice a bit hoarse. Large bags – a present from his insomnia – made his eyes look darker than they were and he looked exhausted.
Naruto frowned and rested his hand on the page he had been studying before Gaara's stare had got to him too much to ignore. "Yes, I already told you that. I'm just looking up what exactly needs to be done."
"Naruto," Gaara sighed and put his cup with steaming coffee on the table. "This is not like giving him a ride or offering to loan him some money. We're talking about you actually carrying his child."
"Yes, I know. That's the whole point, Gaara," Naruto couldn't help but reply snidely. He hunched his shoulders forwards and sullenly traced some letters on the page. "They want a baby and I can give them that. I just want to help them."
"If you want to help them so much, why not search other people who can act like a surrogate for them? It's not your job to do something like that," Gaara insisted and frowned disapprovingly.
The blond man pursed his lips and gazed at his friend incredulously. "I know you're not particularly fond of the bastard, but you know he doesn't trust strange people. He would never trust someone he doesn't know to carry his child."
"I don't think you understand the impact that it will have on you, Naruto," Gaara pressed further and leant forwards.
"Look, I can deal with the nausea, the soreness and everything else that pops up when carrying a child," Naruto retorted impatiently and waved his hand. "It'll only be for nine months anyway, that's not so long. And I'm sure the pervert won't mind giving me the last two months off or so if it's necessary."
If he explained everything to Jiraiya, the headmaster of the school he taught at, he was certain that the older man would understand it and give him the last month off. The man wasn't unreasonable.
"I'm not only talking about the physical impact, Naruto." Gaara frowned harder and looked frustrated. "Have you thought about what carrying a child will do to you mentally?"
"Gaara, I …"
"How do you know for certain that you won't get attached to the baby after carrying it for nine months? What are you going to do when it is time to give the baby up to Uchiha and Haruno and you realise that you actually want to keep it?" His harsh, green eyes softened a fraction. "I know that you want to help them, but Naruto, I'm worried that you will become too attached to the baby. You've never been able to separate yourself from situations; carrying a baby for Uchiha will only get you into trouble. What if you end up wanting to keep the baby and you start to resent Uchiha for taking it away from you? Carrying his child will only lead to major problems, can't you see that? It could end up destroying your bond with Uchiha and I know how much you value his friendship. Are you really willing to jeopardize your friendship with him just to help him?"
Naruto stared at the page, feeling quite uncomfortable underneath Gaara's scrutiny. It wasn't as if he hadn't thought of that particular possibility. He wasn't that stupid – he knew there was a chance that he would become attached to the baby. He had considered that angle, had agonized over it for a couple of nights, but in the end he had decided that he would take that risk. Even if he somehow ended up becoming attached to the baby, his desire to help his friends and make them happy would outweigh his desire to keep the baby. It wasn't as if he would never see the baby after it was born – he could be the fun uncle to it.
No matter how much he might – a huge stress on 'might' – end up wanting to keep the baby, it wouldn't be worth losing his best friends over it. He would never want to hurt Sasuke and Sakura by keeping their baby from them. He wasn't evil like that. Yes, he might have wished to take Sakura's place at Sasuke's side, but he was realistic. He knew it would never happen. But after all those years of them looking out for him, helping him, he wanted to do something back. He wanted to be the one helping them now.
A baby was all they wanted right now, everything they couldn't have, and Naruto was the one who could give it to him.
"I just want to help them, Gaara," Naruto admitted softly after a long, painful silence rang through the small kitchen. "They have helped me out so many times before – I want to be the one helping them now."
"But does it have to be this?" Gaara inquired and sighed. "There are just so many things that can go wrong; I don't think you should do it."
"I know I can grow attached to the baby, but I also know that I want to make my friends happy more than I want to keep the baby," Naruto answered and looked up with a stubborn look. "Besides, it's not like I'll never see it again afterwards. I can be the uncle to it. I just don't like seeing my friends unhappy like this. Especially when I know I can help them and make them happy."
Slender, pale hands rubbed exasperatedly over his face. "No matter what I say, you'll just end up going through with it, huh?"
"Yeah, if Sasuke and Sakura-chan agree to it," Naruto murmured and bit his lip. "I know you're worried, Gaara, but I'll be fine, I promise."
Gaara stared at him broodingly, before he shook his head in resignation. "I foresee a lot of trouble happening, but fine. Do what you want."
"So you won't try to convince me otherwise?" Naruto raised an eyebrow sceptically. He had trouble believing that the red haired man would give up that easily.
The other one leant back in his chair and gave him an unimpressed scowl. "I've known you long enough to realise that nothing I'll say will persuade you. If you want to do something, you're going to do it, regardless of what I tell you." Gaara shrugged; the corners of his mouth pulled down in dismay.
"I just want to …"
"Help them, I know," Gaara sighed and rolled his shoulders with a slight grimace. "It's fine. I'll be on your side, like always."
"Thanks, Gaara," Naruto murmured and gave him a small smile. The next moment he couldn't quite contain the yawn that broke through. After nearly a week of restless sleep while he tried to decide whether or not to offer himself as surrogate, he wasn't rested at all and there was only so much strong coffee could do.
Gaara eyed him curiously. "Bad night?"
"Something like that, yeah."
His friend cocked his head to the left. "Want to go back to sleep?"
Naruto looked at him contemplatively. "A bit. You've become tired enough to attempt to sleep?"
Insomnia had been plaguing his friend for years already and none of the medication the doctors put him on seemed to help. Gaara always ended up staying awake until he crashed; his body and mind too tired to cope with being awake.
"I think so. It's been nearly a week now," Gaara muttered and furrowed his eyebrows. He looked like he wanted to ask something, but he seemed hesitant.
After years of being his friend – and having experience with deciphering blank faces – Naruto had a feeling what the green eyed man wanted to ask. "You want to share the futon with me?" he asked lightly and closed the magazine he had been reading, putting it back on the small pile that had grown throughout the entire week.
A flush of embarrassment coloured Gaara's cheeks and he glanced away; his fingers burrowing into his sleeves until they nearly resembled claws.
Naruto started cleaning the table to give Gaara some time to contemplate his offer. The magazines were put on one pile and placed on his desk, which had been put underneath the large window in the living room. The two dirty cups were washed off, dried and put back into the cupboards. The leftovers from their breakfast were put into plastic containers and those found their way into the small fridge.
All the while Naruto had been bustling around the kitchen and living room, Gaara stayed seated at the kitchen table, his eyes downcast.
Just like Sasuke, Gaara was not fond of emotional displays or telling what he was thinking. Every once in a while, though, the red haired man opened his heart and let Naruto take a peek inside before he closed off again. One of those moments had been when Gaara had self-consciously admitted that Naruto's scent and presence next to him tended to ease him into a deep sleep. It had nothing sexual to it; Gaara wasn't interested in him like that, Naruto knew, but the man was comforted by his presence and the blond had witnessed with his own eyes how Gaara seemed to have an easier time sleeping when Naruto was near him.
Naruto had lost count of how many times they had shared a bed or a futon so far. Both being sort of outcasts since they grew up, they found comfort in each other's presence.
Looking with critical eyes around the kitchen, Naruto decided that nothing else could be done and approached his friend, placing a hand lightly on his shoulder.
Jade green eyes eyed him warily; exhaustion and apprehension warring deep inside his eyes.
"Come, you can share my futon with me," Naruto said with a coaxing smile and Gaara appeared to have given up his idea of resistance, because he meekly followed Naruto to his bedroom where the futon was still laid out.
The blond was the first one to lay down on the futon and he lay down with his back to Gaara, remembering from previous experience that Gaara was quicker to get next to him when Naruto wasn't facing him. Some sort of shame, the blond guessed, because Gaara could only sleep well with his best friend next to him.
Shoes were kicked off and then Gaara joined him on the futon, laying down next to him. After a short, tense moment, his friend shuffled closer until his head rested against Naruto's shoulder.
"Sweet dreams," Naruto murmured amused and let out a stifled yelp when a hand smacked his hip.
"Shut up," Gaara muttered petulantly.
Not long afterwards their breathing synchronized, both falling asleep; comforted by each other's warmth.
"I figured that you can come over for dinner tonight," Sakura said. "It's been a while since you last came over, you know."
Even through the phone, her forced cheeriness was plainly obvious and it made Naruto grimace. He didn't like how Sakura was forcing herself to remain chipper; Sasuke must have surely told her that Naruto knew about their problem.
But if she didn't want to talk about it now, Naruto wouldn't force her. "Yeah, it's been a while. Sure, why not," he chuckled and twirled his pencil between his fingers; staring blankly at the sketch he had been working on for the past half hour. "How late do you expect me to be at your place?"
"Well, I'm having a later shift than usual, so how about seven thirty? I know it's a bit late, but one of the nurses called in sick and I have to take over her shift," she apologised and groaned.
"Hey, no problem. Seven thirty sounds good. I'll see you then," he smiled and threw down his pencil.
"All right, see you then, Naruto."
Click. The phone call had ended. With a low groan, he rolled his shoulders to get the annoying kink out of it and stared pensively at the clock in his classroom. Two twenty. In just ten minutes his classroom would be filled with his last students of today, so that they could start on the next module. Fortunately for him, this particular group was a quiet one, not prone to disrupting his lesson in any way, which was a relief. In his current mood, he didn't think he would have been able to remain calm if the students decided to goof off.
His conversation with Gaara had been three days ago and since then he had read all the information he could get his hands on. He knew what to do and what to expect, but all that studying would be for naught if Sasuke and Sakura decided that they didn't want to accept his offer.
Problem was: how on earth was he supposed to suggest that he would act as their surrogate? Maybe the idea of surrogacy on its own wouldn't bother them, but Naruto had a feeling that the manner in which the baby would be conceived would create a big obstacle and might very well be the reason why they would refuse. Unlike with women, he couldn't have any eggs extracted from him to be combined with Sasuke's seed in a lab before they were injected into his womb again. Scientists had tried that before, but none of those experiments had ended in a successful pregnancy. According to the articles he had read, it had something to do with the hormone level being present in his body at the moment of conception. That particular hormone ensured that the chance of becoming pregnant was heightened - if the conception happened through sexual intercourse. If the egg was merely injected back, the lack of the hormone would end in failure to conceive. The article had described it in complicated medical jargon, so Naruto hadn't understood everything of it, but he could understand the gist of it.
If Sasuke and Sakura agreed to have him act as their surrogate, Sasuke would need to sleep with him in order for Naruto to carry his child.
Naruto swallowed and tugged at the neckline of his sweater. Sasuke had never cared about the fact that Naruto was gay – but there was a strong difference between not caring and accepting and actually having sex with a person of the same gender. A huge difference that in this case meant the difference between pregnancy or no pregnancy.
"Why did I think it was such a good idea again?" he grumbled to himself and sighed. Right, because he wanted to help his friends.
Damn it.
Abruptly he straightened his back when the door slid open and the students started to pour in, chattering quietly amongst themselves.
Standing up to welcome them, Naruto resolved to himself that he would find a way to breach the subject to Sasuke and Sakura later.
Perhaps after dinner tonight. No sense in delaying it any longer.
AN2: What do you think of it? I know nothing much has happened yet, but I'm still setting up the story a bit before we can dive into it.
Please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me.
Next chapter will have Naruto informing his friends about his offer; wonder how they'll react to that?
See you all back on the twenty-first for the third chapter!
Cuddles
Melissa
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