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Crossing Boundaries for You	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 12500 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's note: Shockingly enough I actually finished this chapter on time instead of having to rush through it ...
Warnings: Some angst and a surprise
I hope you'll like it!
Chapter 23
When he woke up, it was still dark. He blinked languidly, sleep still tugging at the edges of his consciousness. He was tempted to fall asleep again, but then a murmur left the lips of the man lying next to him in bed and all of a sudden he was wide awake.
Slowly, careful to not disturb the other one, he reached out with his hand, letting his hand roam across the nightstand. His fingers bumped against the edge of a book first, before they slid across cool plastic. His hand closed around the phone and he picked it up, bringing it to his face. Pressing the home button had the screen flaring brightly to life, making him wince and squint his eyes against the sudden onslaught of bright light, even when it was restricted to a small screen.
The digital clock announced that it was a quarter past one. Still midnight. He placed the phone back on the nightstand, watching how the screen dimmed after a moment before turning completely dark once more.
The window was still cracked open, allowing a soft breeze to enter and circulate around the room. It only brought the faintest of relief from the cloying warmth of the day. The house being at the edge of the town, had the traffic noise very muted, just a faint buzz in the distance.
The pillow rustled underneath him when he turned his head, gazing at the man sleeping next to him. Some light of the streetlamp outside slipped into the room, enough for him to study the other one.
Some strands of blond hair glistened; the rest of Naruto covered in the shadows. He had turned around in his sleep to face Sasuke and the blanket had shifted downwards, resting around their hips. The off white shirt clung to Naruto's torso, doing nothing to hide his rounded belly. His stomach was pressing into Sasuke's side and when he placed his hand on it, he became aware of gentle fluttering movements right underneath the skin.
Their baby.
In just a couple of months their son would be born. They would need to come up with a name soon; he didn't want to be like his brother and brother-in-law and not even have a name decided yet when the due date came nearer and nearer. They would also need to find their own place in the near future; Naruto could hardly keep living here with the baby and having him move in in the house Sasuke shared with Sakura … That would be beyond uncomfortable. No, best to make a fresh start completely and pick out a place for themselves, without the ghosts of the past clinging to it.
Before all that could happen, though, he would need to convince Sakura to sign the divorce papers. Considering how much she was evading him nowadays, clearly knowing their time together was up, but not wanting to acknowledge it completely, that wasn't going to be easy.
He sighed inaudibly; his hand caressing Naruto's side up and down slowly, keeping his touch light enough not to wake his slumbering lover.
Lover. Something he had thought would never apply to him. Certainly he and Sakura had had sex; you couldn't hope to conceive a child without having sex and one of her demands for her agreement to their marriage had been intimacy. However, he had never really instigated the act on his own with her. She had been mostly the one letting him know what she wanted to do that night. He just went along with it, figuring it was the least he could do for asking her to marry him in order to get his father to back down.
The truth was that he had never been really interested in sex. Years of being pressured by Fugaku to be the best in everything he attempted to do had left him with little to no time to figure out just what exactly he wanted in a relationship. While other people his age had been dating, trying to discover just which sex they were attracted to, he had been attending juku after school to prepare himself for university. Aside from the lessons at the cram school, he had also been the captain of the judo club and the mathematics club. Unlike other students who attended these after school activities, there had barely been any time for him to hang out with his friends. It had only been because of mother's and Naruto's interference that he had had some resemblance of a social life during his school years.
The fact remained, however, that he had been constantly busy trying to win Fugaku's approval while other people went out and discovered who they were. Then Fugaku had suddenly demanded it was time for him to start a family, to give him a new heir for the Uchiha name, and Sasuke … had panicked. Father's suggestion to court a girl from the Hyuuga clan had made him sick, knowing that he would be completely trapped then. Fugaku would make certain that the girl would be on his side, not on Sasuke's to prevent his son from getting any ideas which wouldn't coincide with his. It had been either marrying a Hyuuga member or finding a girl of his own.
Not knowing many girls and trusting even fewer of them, Sasuke had latched on to the one solution he had had at that time: asking his friend Sakura to marry him. She was studying to become a doctor and while not coming from an old, influential family as the Hyuuga, the prestige of having a doctor in the family – someone who could count the famous Tsunade as one of her acquaintances and one of her sensei on top of that – had been enough to convince Fugaku of the merit of marrying Sakura.
Now Sasuke wished he hadn't done that. He wished he could have been as brave as his brother and leave the clan when it became clear that his own wishes would never matter. When it became more than obvious that he was nothing but a tool to his father, the spare son on which he had to place all his hopes because his oldest son had failed him.
He had hated Itachi for a long time. Had resented him for years for leaving him behind, for abandoning him. Perhaps if he had given Sasuke his new address, had kept contact with him, he might have found the courage to leave as well.
"I thought that with my leaving, father would finally realise that he has another son too. I know how much you longed to have his attention."
Itachi's words during that one phone call a couple of months ago danced through his mind, tainted with bitterness. Yes, he had wanted father's attention; he had been jealous of Itachi for having father's approval, for not having to fight for even the barest scrap of attention. For actually being seen by the older man and not constantly have to wonder whether the man even realised he had a second child. He had attempted for years to gain Fugaku's approval.
Now he wished he hadn't. He wished Itachi hadn't wrongly decided it would be better for him to cut off all ties, leaving him to father's mercy. Yes, it was true that he didn't have to face Fugaku's wrath like Itachi had done, but …
His approval and attention might actually be worse in the end. Because Itachi was free; free to choose where to work and who to marry. Sasuke wasn't; every chance at freedom had been snatched from him the day Fugaku had decided his youngest son was worth more than the failure he no longer cared to call his eldest son. The Uchiha patriarch had done everything in his power to ensure that Sasuke wouldn't turn out like Itachi, wouldn't shame the Uchiha name by choosing for a man and his own path in life.
Naruto snuffled, wrinkling his nose, and his leg hooked around Sasuke's; his hand coming to rest on Sasuke's chest, clutching his shirt weakly. A wry smile coloured Sasuke's lips as dark eyes locked onto the sleeping face of the blond man.
Guess he had failed father as well.
He had been content in his marriage; he liked Sakura, she was a good friend. He didn't love her like a husband should, had warned her over and over again that it would never happen, and yet she still had agreed to marry him. There was even a clause in their marriage contract that the marriage could be annulled if one of them fell in love with someone else. He had added that clause mainly for Sakura's benefit in case she found someone; it wasn't as if Fugaku would let him end the marriage on his own after all. Sakura was his friend, however, and she didn't deserve to be trapped in a marriage.
He had never expected to be the one in need to invoke that particular clause.
He didn't know when it had happened. When he had ceased to think of Naruto as just his best friend, and instead of something more. He had known for years which way Naruto swung; the younger man had been jittery with nerves when he had come out of the closet to his friends, so certain they would abandon him, reject him like so many people had done before.
Naruto had always been stronger, braver than him, though. Even facing the possibility of rejection hadn't kept the man from being truthful to himself. Once he was certain who he was, he had declared it boldly, even if he had looked sick with nerves.
Sasuke hadn't even realised who he really was until a couple of months ago. Until he discovered that he thought about Naruto more than was warranted for him being his best friend. In spite of the incredible awkwardness that had clung to them during that weekend, Sasuke had caught himself remembering their moments on the futon more times than was healthy. Something in him had clenched every time he had recalled the sensation of being inside Naruto and his morbid curiosity had driven him to looking at certain videos – something he had never done before. None of the guys in those had stirred his interest and he had thought that he was merely unsettled because he had never expected to have sex with his best friend. His male best friend.
Then Naruto had been attacked and he had been surprised by how furious he had felt when Itachi had called him. Sure, he had been pissed off before when people thought they could beat the shit out of Naruto without consequences, but that day …
Realising how close Naruto had come to dying, how much danger he had been in, could have been if Itachi hadn't passed by that night … That had probably been the catalyst of everything.
He had started thinking about Naruto more and more, paying more attention to the man whenever he was around him, seeking excuses to talk or speak to him.
Then they had kissed, right after feeling their baby kick for the first time, and only one thought had shot through Sasuke's mind: "This is it."
He and Sakura shared kisses – of course they did, they were husband and wife. However, none of those ever sent such sparks through him like his kisses with Naruto did. None of her kisses had ever made him forget the time, had made him lightheaded, yet eager for more. Naruto made him feel alive, something Sakura had never really managed.
Naruto made him think about himself, forced him to look at his life and wonder whether he was really okay with it. Whether he really could remain okay with letting his father dictate every step of his life. When he looked at his brother, saw with his own eyes how happy he was with Deidara, how he had made a life of his own without father lurking in the background – Sasuke wanted that kind of life too.
He wanted the same freedom Itachi had, wanted to make choices that would make him happy and not necessarily the family.
For the first time in his life he wanted to be selfish and disregard Fugaku's wishes, instead snatching up his own happiness.
His happiness was the man lying next to him, the one carrying his son; his best friend, the only one who cared only about him and not about his name or what he could do to benefit that name.
Naruto had always just seen him: not the second choice, the last resort when the perfect first son turned out to not be so perfect after all. Just him, with flaws and all.
The younger man had been there through the good and the bad times, even during the time when Sasuke had been lashing out, a giant ball of frustration and self-loathing and anger; a time when even Sakura had gone out of her way to avoid him. Naruto had taken the punches, the insults and the bruises and had given back as well as he got, beating sense into him.
Other people would have washed their hands off of him during that time, but not Naruto. He had always been there, right at his side even when Sasuke had been adamant he didn't need the other man, that he should just fuck off and leave him alone.
He was incredibly grateful that Naruto had been too stubborn to leave him alone.
If Sasuke had been as brave like his brother, would he and Naruto have found each other in this way earlier? Would they have been together for years by now then? He didn't know. There was no way to go back in the past and make different decisions either.
He did know that he wanted Naruto. It had taken him a long time to figure himself out, but now he was certain: he wanted the man in his arms and nobody else. He would need to sit Sakura down soon and tell her the truth. He didn't want to hurt her, not after what she had sacrificed for him, but he also didn't want to keep lying to her. She didn't deserve that.
She didn't deserve having her husband cheat on her and Naruto didn't deserve to be kept a secret. Things were about to become very messy, but …
The thought of being with Naruto in the end was worth whatever problems he'd encounter on the way.
A car drove by; the headlights casting thin beams across the ceiling for a moment before darkness returned once more. The sound of the motor stirred him out of his thoughts and he blinked, at once aware of how dry his mouth felt. He needed to drink something before going back to sleep.
He managed to disentangle himself from Naruto's clutches without disturbing him and padded on bare feet out of the room. The floor was cold underneath his warm feet and some steps creaked softly when he descended the staircase in the dark. He had memorised the layout of the house somewhat and it didn't take him long to locate the kitchen even without light aiding him.
It was pitch black in the kitchen and as he didn't fancy bumping against any sharp edges, his hand trailed across the wall, searching for the elusive light switch. His thumb hit a protrusion and he flicked it upwards. Gradually the T-light started glowing, a soft orange that grew into a bright white, illuminating the whole kitchen. He blinked, his eyes needing to adjust from soft darkness to sharp light and once most of the spots dancing in front of his eyes were gone, he shuffled further into the kitchen, zoning in on the fridge.
He snatched up the first bottle he found, which was water and grabbed a glass out of one of the cupboards, filling it until the middle. The cold liquid sliding through his throat made him shiver slightly, but at least his mouth didn't feel as dry as the desert anymore.
Once his glass was empty, he dumped it in the sink and replaced the bottle in the fridge. The digital clock of the microwave read ten to two and he grimaced. Thank god it was Saturday and he didn't have to go to work unless he wanted to.
"I thought I would still have at least fifteen years before I would catch someone sneaking in after curfew," a voice rang out mockingly behind him and he froze.
What the fuck was he doing here? Wasn't he supposed to be gone for the entire weekend?
Swiftly he turned around; his heartbeat quickening from the fright he had just experienced. "I thought you had left town for the weekend," he remarked, crossing his arms.
Itachi raised an eyebrow, fully entering the kitchen now. He was still dressed in a shirt and trousers, evidence that he couldn't have been back for long.
At least Sasuke hoped he hadn't been back for long. He and Naruto hadn't exactly been quiet earlier; a fact which had shocked him to his core, because Naruto had almost been completely silent during that one weekend. A part of him had known things would be radically different this time when he had received Naruto's text, inviting him over to stay the night. However, he hadn't known just how responsive Naruto would turn out to be. His kisses had elicited pleased sighs; his touches and caresses breathy moans and deep groans. When he had slid inside, he had been treated to soft whimpers, cut off groans and hands grappling everywhere they could touch.
This Naruto hadn't been the silent being who had moved on top of him and just as quickly had disappeared into the shower afterwards, avoiding his gaze. No, this Naruto had been an enthusiastic, active participant, eager to touch and kiss, as vocal inside the bed as he was outside of it.
It was a stark difference to the first few times they had slept together, but it was a difference Sasuke staunchly preferred.
"That was the plan, yes," Itachi replied after closing the door, pulling Sasuke's attention back to the present. "But Deidara couldn't stand his parents' fussing, so he demanded we'd return. We got back around an hour ago."
Well, at least that meant neither of them had heard any suspicious noise coming from Naruto's room. A small mercy. "And you didn't go to sleep?"
The older man leant against the counter, too close for comfort. "Deidara's sleeping, but I was finishing up some paperwork. Until I heard someone coming in the kitchen. You can understand why I became curious." His smile was thin; his dark eyes unreadable.
"Could have been Naruto," Sasuke pointed out, keeping his arms crossed rigidly. He was acutely aware of the fact that he was only wearing his underwear and a shirt.
"I've come to recognise his footsteps by now," Itachi replied dryly. "He also doesn't come downstairs in the dark. I knew it couldn't be Gaara-san either, because Naruto-kun would have mentioned him coming over if that had been the case."
Unexpectedly a sharp bolt of jealousy stabbed him at the thought of Gaara staying the night and it took some effort not to scowl. How many times did Gaara stay over? They weren't still sharing a bed like they had done during secondary school, right?
"Why are you here, Sasuke?" Itachi demanded, leaning forwards slightly.
The lack of warmth in his voice had Sasuke quirking an eyebrow. "What? I'm not allowed to keep my best friend company?" he sneered.
"Best friend, yes. A secret lover on the other hand …"
"What are you talking - "
Itachi gestured impatiently towards his neck. "You're not exactly inconspicuous with those bruises in your neck. Unless you're going to tell me you managed to trip and fall on the edge of something with your neck?" he remarked sardonically.
The younger man flushed with embarrassment and slapped a hand in his neck. Fuck, he hadn't thought those marks would be that noticeable. "Who says - "
"I'd appreciate it if you would stop thinking I'm a clueless idiot," Itachi told him coldly and Sasuke's teeth click together when he abruptly shut up. Without even moving an inch, Itachi seemed to become bigger; his presence nearly suffocating in the kitchen. His gaze was cool, devoid of the spark of warmth that was usually present whenever he looked at his younger brother.
"How long has this affaire been going on, Sasuke?" Itachi questioned and whilst he didn't raise his voice, his words seemed to echo around them.
The word 'affaire' left a bitter taste behind in his mouth and his fingers dug into his ribs when he stiffly answered, "We've been seeing each other for nearly two months now."
His older brother shook his head, disappointment hanging over him like a dark cloud and unwillingly Sasuke flinched, dropping his eyes to the floor. God, he fucking hated disappointing Itachi. One would think he had got over that after being abandoned by the older man for years, but the force of Itachi's disappointment, the thought of being the cause of it, was enough to make him feel infinitely smaller, like he was a small child again who was scolded after colouring Itachi's library books because the pictures had needed 'some pretty colours'.
"You have to stop this, Sasuke," Itachi stated flatly. "This has already gone too far. I didn't say anything before, but you're going too far now."
Dark eyes shot up to glare at him. "Excuse me? I'm not going to break up with him," Sasuke hissed angrily, taking a step forwards.
"He's your best friend!" Itachi snapped; eyes flaring up with anger. "You can't do this to him! You can't give him false hope; he doesn't deserve that!"
"I'm not giving him false hope! How dare you even think – I would never hurt him!" Sasuke snarled, balling his hands into fists. Anger, fuelled by years of feeling abandoned, licked at him, urging him to lash out and react.
Itachi slammed his hand on the counter; the smack reverberating through the kitchen. "You're married, Sasuke! What do you think this is doing to him, hm? You can't have it both ways and I'll be damned before I let you hurt him!"
"I'm not planning on having it both ways, you arsehole! I'm going to divorce Sakura!" The words were snarled, kept low enough to not disturb the sleeping men upstairs, but he might as well have shouted them, so stumped did they make Itachi look.
Sasuke would have felt smug about shutting up that bastard for once, but he was too pissed off to feel anything but the urge to punch the other man in his face.
"You're going to divorce Haruno-san?" Itachi questioned incredulously; his face dripping with disbelief.
It made Sasuke bristle and he glared at him. "Have you suddenly become deaf?" he sneered; his nails digging into the soft flesh of his hands. "Yes, I'm going to divorce her! How could you even think for one second I would lead Naruto on like that?" Aghast he realised that the pain he felt at having Itachi attack him instantly instead of hearing him out had slipped through his voice.
Itachi noticed it as well and his face softened with regret. With a sigh he slumped back against the counter, running one hand over his face. "Forgive me, Sasuke, but considering you married that girl to please father, I wasn't exactly confident that you would go against him like that. Father appeared to have too much power over you for you to resist him like this."
"And whose fault do you think it is that he had that kind of power?" Sasuke retorted bitterly and he should feel satisfied at the flinch going through his brother's body, but instead he merely felt empty.
Empty and tired.
This wasn't how he had imagined his weekend to unfold.
"You're really going to go through with it? With the divorce?" Itachi inquired softly.
The younger man nodded, leaning against the fridge; all the fight had abruptly left him and he needed something to steady him now. "I've already contacted a lawyer and we're going over the marriage contract. Once Sakura finally stops avoiding me, she can sign the papers and she and I can go our own way."
"I don't think she'll be very willing," Itachi cautioned him with a grimace.
Sasuke shrugged, rubbing his face tiredly. "Maybe not, but I told her from the start what my feelings are. It's not my fault if she expected me to change." That probably wasn't fair towards her, but at this moment he was just completely done with everything. He just wanted everything to be over with, so that he could finally start living the life he had been dreaming of for years in secret.
"What about the baby?"
"Naruto and I are going to raise him, of course. He's our son," Sasuke answered, narrowing his eyes, challenging the older man to say anything about it.
Itachi didn't take the bait and instead said sombrely, "Father is not going to like it."
A bitter chuckle escaped Sasuke and he rubbed the back of his neck. "Not going to like it? How about he's going to disown me and throw me out of the company. That's what's going to happen." He pressed his lips together and glanced away, at the window where he could see their reflections and behind that, pure darkness.
"Don't know what I'm going to do once he fires me," he continued flatly. "I'll have to find another job, but … that's going to be difficult considering father has connections everywhere."
He would have to find some place to work at, though, and preferably sooner than later. Sure, he had saved up quite the comfortable amount already with his job at the company, but buying a new house and getting everything ready for the baby's arrival would take a huge chunk out of that.
"I wouldn't say he has connections everywhere," Itachi spoke, emphasising the last word.
Sasuke turned to look at him with a frown. "What do you mean?"
Dark eyes, so similar to his, studied him intently. "How do you feel about coming to work for my company?"
AN2: I promised a pov of Sasuke for this story and I delivered :) Most likely this is going to be the only pov change in this story. Next chapter we'll go back to Naruto's pov.
Itachi's and Sasuke's conversation wasn't exactly easy to write, so I hope I didn't screw it up too badly!
Please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you notice any mistakes, please point them out to me!
The next chapter should normally appear on the ninth of February.
I see you all in the next chapter!
Cuddles
Melissa
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