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The Words I Couldn't Say	By : vampireunicorn Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1412 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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A/N: Big thanks to moonprincess90, EmmyBBerry and moodysavage for their reviews to Chapter Two, and thanks to everyone who has rated this story ^^

Chapter Three
Sasuke didn’t know how long he had sat staring into space, his mind blank, after Naruto had left. It could have been seconds, minutes or hours. He wished that Naruto hadn’t kissed him, hadn’t said those words to him. He preferred it when he had been boiling with rage. Now, despair ruled him. Because, as he had told Naruto, there was no way they could be together. He was the heir and he had responsibilities, such as begetting the next line of little Uchihas. Never mind that the thought of the process made him feel nauseous; he would deal with it. He had no choice. He tried to think positively, he had learned something from the incident; at least now he knew that there was something far worse than unrequited love.
Sasuke let out a bitter laugh at that thought. He got to his feet; moping wasn’t going to sort anything. He needed to find a way to dissuade Naruto of the ridiculous notion that there was a chance of working something out between them. He was not going to focus on the look in those blue eyes as he took Naruto’s cock into his mouth, or the feel of that cock deep inside him. He certainly wasn’t going to brood over the way Naruto’s mouth had felt against his, or how close he had come to breaking, how much he had wanted to taste Naruto, to explore with his tongue. Because he knew, if Naruto pushed him hard enough, he would abandon everything. And he couldn’t allow that to happen. The Uchiha name was famous, they owned shares in almost every main corporation; they practically ruled the country. He could not let the business fall out of family hands.
There was one person Sasuke could rely on, one person who would be able to give him advice. Sasuke walked the short distance to his brother’s room, hoping that Itachi would be well enough to speak to him.
Itachi’s door was slightly ajar. Sasuke reached out to knock and announce his presence, but something about the atmosphere in the room stopped him.
Itachi was sat in bed, hooked up to all sorts of wires, which indicated that it was not one of his good days. He wasn’t alone; Neji sat beside him, his finger’s tangled with Itachi’s. As Sasuke watched, feeling like an intruder, but at the same time too enthralled to look away, Neji raised his hand and cupped Itachi’s cheek, pulling him into a slow, tender kiss.
Sasuke backed away then, leaning against the wall for support, tears burning behind his eyes. His brother had been ill for as long as he could remember, always on the brink of dying, but always clinging on. Now Sasuke knew what for, and despite himself, he found his thoughts going to Naruto. What if Naruto was the doomed one? Sasuke knew he would want to cling to every moment with him.
“Sasuke!” Sakura’s voice just about had him jumping out of his skin. He spun, and clamped a hand over her mouth, not wanting to spoil the moment between his brother and Neji. Sakura mumbled an incoherent question against his fingers.
“Itachi’s sleeping,” Sasuke said, removing his hand from her mouth.
Sakura’s green eyes widened. “Sorry,” she whispered, “I didn’t realise.”
“It’s OK,” Sasuke said, leading her away from the room, and the secret within.
Sakura clung to his arm, leaning her head against his shoulder. She was wearing sensible shoes today, he noticed with relief.
“Hey, Sasuke,” she said, just when he thought that she would read his mood and give him companionable silence, “I was checking online, and Cobalt Hall has a slot open in September.”
Sasuke closed his eyes briefly; Cobalt Hall was Sakura’s chosen wedding venue. It was extremely popular, so much so that you needed to book it over a year in advance. That was the thing about the place that Sasuke liked; it gave him a legitimate excuse to stall the wedding. September was only three months away.
“Don’t you think that’s a little soon?” He said.
“Not considering we’ve been engaged for two years,” Sakura replied.
Sasuke sometimes doubted the legitimacy of this engagement, since he couldn’t remember ever asking her to marry him. Still, it was accepted by the whole family, and as such was fact.
“But we’ve not really planned anything,” Sasuke said.
Sakura stopped, and pulled away from him. “You’ve not planned anything; I have my dress, shoes bridesmaids, flowers and music all sorted out.”
Sasuke stared at her; she seemed genuinely upset with him. And he wondered why he was stalling; as he had said to Naruto, this was his life now. Naruto and Sakura were his two best friends. His only friends if he was honest. He had already upset Naruto, now he was doing the same to Sakura.
“Fine, book the Hall,” he heard himself say, as if from a long way away.
Sakura squealed, and leaped in the air. She grabbed Sasuke’s face, and kissed him, before dancing away. “I’ll go and do it now,” she said. “The slot won’t stay open for long.”
She skipped down the hall, giggling wildly, and Sasuke couldn’t help but think that he had made things worse. Which was ridiculous; this was how things should be. Then he remembered the look on Neji’s face as he looked at Itachi, and he found himself imagining a world with no Naruto in it. There had to be a way, where he could make everyone happy. He had succeeded with Sakura, just by giving in to her. Shame the same couldn’t be true of Naruto.
It was then that the thought struck him. It was wrong, really. So very wrong, yet once it took hold it wouldn’t let go. It would solve everything, though. He could give Sakura and his family what they wanted, while taking what he wanted for himself. Naruto, ironically, was the only possible obstacle, but Sasuke was pretty confident that he could deal with any moral squeamishness on Naruto’s part.
A slow smile spread on Sasuke’s face. He could do it; no one needed to know. After all, he was good at keeping secrets.
First step was finding the right outfit; seductive, without being obvious. Sasuke dashed back to his room, his mind buzzing. He pulled out his whole wardrobe, scattering suits, jean, t-shirts, dress shirts, casual shirts and even a hideous Hawaiian shirt that had been a joke present from Naruto a few years ago.
In the end, he decided that simple was probably best; a pair of tight black jeans that clung to his ass, and a black shirt, with the top two buttons undone, exposing his pale throat. He then carefully returned every item back to his wardrobe, before exiting out the window. He didn’t want to run into Sakura, and have to explain why he was wearing one of his favourite pulling outfits.
The Namikaze Mansion was about half the size of its Uchiha counterpart, but still impressive. Kushina disliked the idea of having servants, never mind how she expected to keep the place running without them, so apart from high profile functions, all guests were expected to let themselves in and out of the back entrance. Kushina had even had a path made, leading from the driveway. Sasuke was well used to her eccentricities, so he parked his car, and made his way to the back of the house, very glad that it wasn’t raining.
Sasuke let himself into the mansion, following the well worn, narrow corridor into the main hall. He checked his watch; normally, at this time of the day, Naruto would be either going over accounts with his father, or skiving off in one of the large entertainment rooms in the east wing of the house. Thinking that the universe owed him at least a little good luck, Sasuke headed towards the wing, hoping that he didn’t bump into Minato or Kushina. While they were very welcoming of guests, sometimes overwhelmingly so, they didn’t have the same open house policy as his own mother. They would probably escort him to Naruto, then hang around in an attempt to keep him entertained. Which really didn’t fit in with his plans.
Surprisingly, his luck held; he found Naruto in the large game room and he managed to get there without any parental interference. He had expected to see Naruto playing some sort of violent game; he had planned to join him, go a few rounds destroying bad guys, and then see where things progressed from there. Instead, Naruto was curled up on the large sofa, the 60” TV was dark. Naruto appeared to be writing something, and not being very successful at it; the floor was scattered with crumpled up bits of paper. Sasuke knocked one of them with his foot, and picked it up, curious.
Ways to get Arrogant Bastard Sasuke, he read, 1. Wear a mask and pretend to be a stranger again,2. Tie him up. 3. Beat him with one of those giant cotton buds until he gives in.
Sasuke crumpled the paper with a snort and let it drop to the floor. “You really are an idiot,” he said.
Naruto glared at him. “Why are you here?” he asked.
Sasuke shrugged, attempting nonchalance. “Is ‘wait until Sasuke comes and offers himself to me’ on your list?”
“Number 17. Right after pray to God daily to make it so.”
Sasuke sat down next to Naruto, knocking several more crumpled balls of paper onto the floor. That was the problem with dealing with Naruto; he never acted the way he was supposed to, making it almost impossible to plan anything involving him. It didn’t help that Sasuke’s heart was pounding painfully, echoing in his ears, and making it hard to think.
“Listen, Naruto,” Sasuke said. “Maybe I was a bit hasty earlier. You were right; there’s no way that I would be able to stop…you know.”
Naruto’s eyes narrowed. “Possibly you don’t want to be telling me this,” he said, a low growl in his voice that went straight to Sasuke’s cock.
Words were going to make things worse, Sasuke realised. Instead, he decided to act on an impulse that had been plaguing him for years. He leaned forward, and pressed his lips to Naruto’s. For an eternity, Naruto seemed to be frozen. Sasuke closed his eyes, begging for a response. When it came, the ferocity took him by surprise; suddenly he was on his back, Naruto on top of him, one hand up his shirt, the other locked in his hair. He opened his mouth as Naruto’s tongue demanded entrance, hot and greedy and so much better than even his best fantasy. With a groan, Sasuke let go and kissed him back with everything he had, his hands gripping onto Naruto’s back, never wanting to let him go.
Naruto broke the kiss, suspicion shining in his eyes. “Why?” He asked.
Sasuke stared up at him, so many answers flying through his head; because I want you, I need you, I can’t lose you. Because I… it was all too much, the feelings too strong, and the words wouldn’t come. Something of it must have shown in his eyes, though, because Naruto allowed him to pull his head down, lips meeting again, tender at first, then with increasing passion. Sasuke arched his hips, ensuring that Naruto felt his erection; his hands pushed up the old t-shirt Naruto was wearing, exploring the other man’s heated flesh.
It was as he had feared; now he had had a taste of Naruto, he couldn’t stop. He hooked his leg around Naruto’s hips and rolled them, trying to get a bit of control. Large as the couch was, it wasn’t up to that manoeuvre, and they both ended up on the floor. Naruto let out a gasp as his back thumped onto the carpet, and Sasuke took the opportunity to remove his shirt. He lowered his head, intent on exploring Naruto with his mouth, only to find the blond in a fit of giggles.
“What?” He snapped; Naruto’s giggles were infectious, but a bit of a mood killer.
Naruto reached out a hand and cupped Sasuke’s cheek, his fingers brushing the longer strands of hair that hung there. “Your amazing seduction technique,” he said, pulling Sasuke down for another long kiss.
Sasuke relaxed into the kiss, a groan forming at the back of his throat. He pulled away from it slowly, biting at Naruto’s bottom lip, before sitting back on his heels, still straddling Naruto’s hips. “You haven’t seen seduction yet,” he said, stripping Naruto’s t-shirt off him.
He had seen Naruto naked before; they had attended the same school, and he had become an expert at sneaking a peek in the showers after PE. It was different now, though. Now he could touch Naruto, as he had longed to do for so many years. Letting out a small hum of pleasure, Sasuke ran his hands down Naruto’s torso, feeling the defined muscles twitch under his fingers. Naruto watched him with lidded eyes, his breath coming in heavy pants. His hands cupped Sasuke’s buttocks, before sliding up his back, tugging at him slightly, trying to pull him back down. Sasuke pinched one of Naruto’s nipples, loving the gasping moan he let out, and smirked down at his best friend, his lover.
Sasuke slowly got to his feet. “Strip, and go sit on the couch,” he said.
Naruto stared up at him through lust clouded eyes.
“You dissed my seduction technique,” Sasuke said, quickly going over to the door to lock it, “I’m going to prove to you how hot it is.” He turned to find a very naked Naruto standing in front of the couch. His breath caught at the sight; Naruto was perfect, with a sun kissed glow to his skin that emphasised his toned physique. Golden hairs trailed from his belly button, drawing Sasuke’s gaze down to the hard cock that stood begging to be taken into his mouth. In that moment, Naruto could have asked anything of Sasuke, and he would have given it. Not wanting to take the risk of that, Sasuke spoke first.
“Sit down,” he said, slowly approaching Naruto. Naruto remained standing until a slight pressure from Sasuke’s hands on his shoulders had him dropping to the couch.
“Stay still,” Sasuke continued, his voice echoing hoarse and breathy in his ears, “Don’t touch yourself and don’t touch me until I say.” He reached into the back pocket of his jeans, and fished out a small packet of lube and a condom, which he placed on the sofa beside Naruto. Naruto’s eyes followed the movement; no laughter now, just need shone in them. Good; at least things were back on track to the way Sasuke had planned this.
Sasuke trailed his hand down his own chest, feeling Naruto’s eyes on him. He unbuckled his belt, pulling it out of the belt loops of his jeans and letting it drop onto the floor. The sound of the buckle thunking on the carpet was loud in the tense silence that had built between them. Sasuke quickly toed off his shoes, kicking them away, before slowly working on the button of his jeans. He took the zipper of his jeans in one hand, whilst he raised the other to his mouth, drawing one finger into his mouth with his tongue, slowly sucking on the digit. He could feel Naruto’s eyes on him, almost as tangible as a caress, as he slowly pulled down the zipper. He let out a low groan as he did so; the pressure on his cock releasing slightly.
Sasuke slowly stripped the jeans off, exposing himself to Naruto. He gave his cock a few brief strokes, before leaning over to grab the lube. He could feel Naruto’s breath against his chest, and almost he considered forgetting the lube and condom, and just sinking down on Naruto’s dick. Sasuke bit his lip and moved away, his eyes meeting Naruto’s. They both remained silent, feeling the spark crackle between them. Words would spoil it, Sasuke thought as he opened the lube, slicking up two fingers. Shooting a grin at Naruto, he turned, giving the blond a perfect view of his ass as he slipped his fingers into it.
Sasuke groaned at the feeling of being filled, the slight burning of the stretch around his rim making his cock leak. He heard a muttered moan from Naruto, and wished he could see his face as he slowly thrust his fingers in and out of his ass. Finally, when he could no longer bear the pressure building in his gut, Sasuke turned, fingers still lodged in his anus, and dropped to his knees in front of Naruto. Naruto’s face was flushed, his eyes dark with lust; he looked edible, and Sasuke longed to eat him.
Grabbing the condom in his free hand, Sasuke ripped the wrapper open with his teeth, and using his tongue and lips, slid it over Naruto’s throbbing cock. The taste of latex wasn’t the nicest, certainly nothing compared to the taste of Naruto’s flesh, but the feeling of Naruto’s cock in his mouth, the hardness and heat, almost made up for it.
Sasuke removed his fingers from his ass, and his mouth from Naruto’s cock. He used the remaining lube to slick up the condom, and always keeping his eyes locked with Naruto’s he rose to his feet, and straddled the other man, one hand on his shoulder to steady himself, the other guiding Naruto’s cock into his ass.
They both let out a long moan as they connected, Naruto’s cock breaching Sasuke’s rim, filling him as completely as he remembered. Only this time he was looking at Naruto; no pretending, no fantasies. This was real. Sasuke sank down, hooking one leg around Naruto’s back. Naruto’s arms wrapped around his back, gently caressing down his spine, and a sound that was close to a sob escaped Sasuke’s lips.
“Sasuke,” Naruto breathed his name, his tone almost reverent.
Sasuke leaned in and kissed him, deeply, his tongue pressing into Naruto’s mouth. He felt Naruto’s tongue tangle with his, the scrape of Naruto’s teeth against his lips.
I love you; he thought as they kissed, I love you so much. He put the feeling into the kiss, hooking his fingers in Naruto’s hair, pulling his head close. He felt that he could come just from this, kissing, with Naruto’s cock buried deep in his body, no need to move, no need to touch the painfully hard cock that was wedged between their stomachs.
Finally, though, Naruto pulled away from the kiss. “Sasuke, if you don’t move, I’m going to die.”
Sasuke grinned at him; “That’s seduction,” he murmured, licking his way down Naruto’s throat as he slowly began to ride Naruto’s cock.
It was better than good; it was better than amazing, each thrust stroked against his prostate, and dragged his cock against Naruto’s stomach. Sasuke tipped his head back and groaned, feeling Naruto’s mouth on his chest, his hands all over his back. He moved slowly, intentionally teasing Naruto with the slow fuck, knowing that if he wanted, Naruto could take over, and pound him into oblivion. Part of Sasuke wanted it, desperately, but another part didn’t want it to end, wanted to feel Naruto inside him, holding him, forever.
Naruto’s hands cupped the back of his head, and pulled him forward so their foreheads were practically touching. Sasuke was doomed, he knew, as he gazed into Naruto’s deep blue eyes. It was terrifying to realise how much power Naruto had over him; he would be fine, as long as Naruto never found out. And then they were kissing again, and all coherent thought left Sasuke. His heart pounded heavy in his ears, and heat pooled in his belly, spreading to his cock and balls. Each stroke of Naruto’s tongue against his intensified it, each thrust against his prostate, each rub against his cock.
He felt Naruto tense, then his hips arched, driving him deeper inside Sasuke. He let out a gasp of Naruto’s name against his lover’s lips as he came, feeling Naruto fill the condom inside him. Sasuke clung to Naruto, a sweaty mess. He could feel Naruto’s heart pound against his, his heavy breathing in his ear as he laid his head limply on Naruto’s shoulder.
He let out a sound of protest as Naruto lifted him from his cock, and settled him on the couch beside him. After a bit of shifting, Sasuke found himself leaning back against Naruto’s chest, encircled by his legs, while Naruto used the arm as a backrest. Now the post sex glow was beginning to fade, Sasuke started to notice how scratchy the fabric of the sofa was against his bare ass. It was probably made out of some organic crap from a third world country knowing Kushina. His own spunk drying on his chest wasn’t the nicest feeling, either. Then Naruto wrapped his arms around him, and Sasuke supposed that he could live with it, at least for a little while.
“Sasuke,” Naruto said finally, breaking the silence as Sasuke knew he would.
Sasuke let out a grunt in response, hoping that the conversation would go the way he wanted it to.
“Not that I’m complaining or anything, but what the hell just happened?”
“We had sex,” Sasuke replied, hoping that he hadn’t fucked Naruto stupid. Although that could possibly work for him.
“Yes, I realise that. What I mean is, a few hours ago, it was never going to happen, and then suddenly, here you are. What changed?”
It was easier when Naruto wasn’t looking at him, Sasuke thought as he settled back against Naruto’s broad chest, loving the feeling of skin on skin. “My brother,” he said finally.
He felt Naruto shift behind him, so he settled back further, pinning him with his body. Naruto gave up moving with a small sigh. “You spoke to Itachi?”
Sasuke linked their fingers together, staring at the contrast in their hands; Naruto’s fingers were thicker, his skin a few shades darker. His nails were chipped, and he had been picking at a cuticle, there was a raw patch of new skin, and a tiny scab. Sasuke’s fingers were long and slim, his nails manicured. So different, yet they went together so well.
“Sasuke?” Naruto prompted.
Sasuke raised his gaze from their hands. “I didn’t speak to him,” he said, “he was busy. Did you know that he and Neji are lovers?”
Naruto let out a low whistle of breath. “No; I didn’t even think that Itachi could…”
Sasuke scrunched up his nose. “I really don’t want to think of that,” he said. “I saw them.”
“Fucking?”
“Kissing,” Sasuke rolled his eyes. “And I just thought how sad it would be to know that the person you loved was living on borrowed time.”
“And that made you want sex?”
“It made me want you. I can’t abandon my responsibilities. I have to be the heir, and marry Sakura, and all the rest. But I can’t abandon you, either. Do you understand me?”
Naruto was silent for a long while. Sasuke could feel him tense up, and half expected to be thrown to the floor.
“You want me to be your fuck toy?” Naruto said finally, his voice soft.
“No, I didn’t mean it like that, I meant that…” Sasuke trailed off; unfortunately, crass choice of wording aside, Naruto was pretty accurate.
“No,” Naruto said, “I will not be your dirty little secret; I will not be the one you go to once you’ve tucked your perfect little Uchiha children into their beds. I won’t sit around waiting for you while you go to different high profile events with your pretty wife on your arm.” His fingers tightened on Sasuke’s “I want you, all of you. And I refuse to live a lie.”
Sasuke closed his eyes, the pain constricting his heart. “Don’t you think I want that too?” He said. “But I can’t; this is the only way.”
“Bollocks. This isn’t the middle ages anymore. We can be together, and you can still have kids; we could adopt, or have a surrogate. It’s not as hard as you’re making it sound.”
Sasuke struggled, trying to break Naruto’s embrace, suddenly needing space, but Naruto only held him tighter, pressing his forehead against Sasuke’s back.
“My father sacked my mother’s wardrobe assistant for being gay,” Sasuke said.
Naruto snorted, “he should have sued for unfair dismissal. Besides, the guy was a wardrobe assistant, I don’t think they come in straight.”
Sasuke ground his teeth. Naruto’s relaxed upbringing had warped him. “Don’t you get it? Nobody sues Fugaku Uchiha. Nobody crosses him. He is intolerant, and prejudiced. If he knew I was gay, he would make my life hell. He wouldn’t disown me, because I’m his only heir, but he would make sure that we never saw each other again.”
“Like I’d let that control freak keep me from you,” Naruto said. “Anyway, my parents would help us, and your mum.”
“I think that my mother has her heart set on a white wedding. I don’t want to disappoint her, either.”
Naruto let out a breath of nervous laughter. “Funny story,” he said, “my mum kind of figured everything out, and told your mum. She’s cool with it.”
Sasuke managed to turn in Naruto’s arms and face him. He glared into Naruto’s eyes, trying to ignore how good their bare chests felt, pressed together. “Cool with it?” He hissed. “Naruto, what she thinks, what I think, none of that matters to my father. All it can do is get her in trouble. And what if he decides to turn on your father? He could ruin him.”
“I can’t believe you’re this scared of your father.” There was contempt in Naruto’s voice, but he had his arms wrapped tightly around Sasuke, keeping him from storming off.
“I’m not scared of him; I just want him to be proud of me. Which will not happen if I introduce you as my potential bride.”
Naruto rolled his eyes.
“Look,” Sasuke snapped, “You said that you wouldn’t give up, that you wanted me. This is the only way it can be, take it or leave it.”
Naruto stared at him for a long moment, his eyes inscrutable. Sasuke found that he couldn’t breathe as the silence stretched. If Naruto said that he wouldn’t accept the compromise Sasuke would shatter; he couldn’t be without Naruto.
“I’ll take it,” Naruto said finally.
Sasuke felt light headed with the relief that thrummed through him. He drew Naruto into a kiss, letting out a sigh as Naruto kissed him back. He knew that Naruto wasn’t happy with the situation, but he had to agree that it was better than nothing.
A knock on the door had them springing apart and scrambling for their clothes.
“Naruto?” Kushina’s voice called out, “Why is the door locked?”
“I didn’t realise it was, just a second, mum.” Naruto pulled his t-shirt over his head, and started towards the door.
Sasuke grabbed his arm. “She’s going to guess what we’ve been doing,” he hissed, “can’t you get her to go away?”
Naruto stared at him, “She’s going to figure it out, anyway,” he said. He shook Sasuke’s hand off, and grabbed the door handle.
Sasuke ran his hands through his hair, wishing that Naruto had a shower in his game room.
“Mikoto has asked us for dinner, so just make sure you’re ready,” Kushina called through the door.
Sasuke let out a sigh of relief as he heard her footsteps retreating down the corridor.
Naruto frowned. “Tuesday night dinner? I wonder what the occasion is.
Sasuke shrugged, his mind was too full of Naruto to think over what snippet of gossip might have his mother in a tizzy. “Are you bringing Hinata?” He asked.
Naruto stared at him as if he had grown an extra head. “Wouldn’t that be a bit weird?” He asked.
“It would be weirder not to bring her,” Sasuke replied. “Remember, no one else should know. Even if you have a perverse desire to go into the intricacies of your sex life with your mother, I don’t.”
Briefly, Naruto looked like he was contemplating violence. The look passed, and he poked his tongue out at Sasuke. Sasuke couldn’t resist; he took the tongue into his mouth, kissing Naruto one last time.
“I have to go shower,” he said, “I’ll see you at dinner tonight.” I love you. The words burned on his tongue, but his lips wouldn’t move to release them. Naruto knew, anyway. He was sure he knew.
Sasuke drove home, the taste of Naruto in his mouth, the slight sting when he moved a reminder of the feel of him in his ass. He wished that it didn’t feel like he had forgotten something important.
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