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Torrid	By : KageKitsuneXXX Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 4665 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: It has been wonderful getting all of your feedback, even the ones threatening violence. I can't wait to hear your responses to this chapter. Enjoy!
Relief.
It was almost palpable as Sasuke pushed the key into the door. He never had felt this happy returning home. He knew that the real challenge was only just beginning, but right now, he just wanted to bask in a little bit of normalcy before the chaos and the scheming started in earnest. Stepping into the apartment, all Sasuke wanted was to restore a little bit of balance.
He was not about to get it.
The half-naked girl was visibly startled as he closed the door of Naruto's apartment. Her hair was still damp from her shower, and she was clad only in one of Naruto's garish, orange t-shirts. The sound of the shower running informed him that Naruto was home. Sasuke gave the young woman a once over; looking at her as if she was some sort of offensive insect that had crawled out of a sewer- which was exactly what she was, as far as he was concerned. She tried to collect herself and gave a swift, nervous bow.
"Ah, Uchiha-sama…"
"You look familiar." Sasuke spoke nonchalantly, dropping his key unto the living room table. He turned his full attention to the flustered young woman as she was clearly trying to sort out how to proceed in this odd situation.
"I worked at your wedding reception. Ah, congratulations on your marri-"
"You're the bartender." He lifted an eyebrow as the girl gave a jerky nod. "Hmm, I wasn't aware bartending was a full-service industry. If I had known the extent to which you would go to keep my guests entertained, I would have paid you considerably more than I did."
The shocked girl flushed crimson; mouth gaping at the seemingly unwarranted nastiness. The chill emanating from the tall, pale young man further eroded her composure. She hadn't done anything wrong; at least she didn't think so. Was she in some sort of trouble? Had she been unprofessional? She tried to say something, respond in some way, but only succeeded in stuttering unintelligibly. It was never a good idea to piss off a member of the Uchiha Clan, let alone the heir apparent; and clearly, she had.
"I don't usually do anything like this. It's just that Naruto's really nice and he-"
"I have no interest in the tawdry details. Your services and that of your colleagues came highly recommended, and I had hoped to give a satisfactory review to your supervisors. They might be interested to know just how willing you are to go above and beyond the call of duty. I'd be happy to tell them if you like."
Stunned at the both implications and at the fact that Sasuke obviously had no intention of leaving, the girl dazedly picked up her belongings and muttered another bewildered apology. Not even taking the time to change, she hazarded asking him to apologize to Naruto for her. She wasn't even sure why she was choosing to go; but felt instinctively that it was the best idea.
"Leaving already? Shame… Take care to return that shirt, it doesn't belong to you." He gave a polite smile as he closed the door on the hapless young woman.
Ten minutes later, a towel-clad Naruto would enter his living room to find the girl gone, and replaced with Sasuke, sitting idly on his coach. The blond paused, feeling his thoughts scatter before he pulled them back together again.
"Where the hell is Kichi?"
"Who? Oh, the bartender… she had to go. Nice girl though."
Naruto stalked to the door, flinging it open, hoping she hadn't gone far. There was no sign of her in the hallway, and he didn't dare go any further than that in his state of undress. He returned to his apartment and shut the door, giving a pointed glare at Sasuke who sat looking innocently back at him.
"What did you do?"
"What could I possibly do? She said she had to go and then she left; which shows excellent follow-through on her part, if you ask me."
Naruto rolled his eyes before heading into his room to find some clothes. Sasuke followed him into his room, watching as Naruto rummaged through his things and hauled on boxers, track pants and tank top. He finally spoke after Naruto brushed past him, hunting for his cell-phone.
"Unbelievable, your friend is back from Paris, and not even so much as a 'welcome back, how was it?'"
"Yeah Sasuke, I have been sitting here all week, just dying to hear how your honeymoon went." Naruto dialled Kichi's number, listening to the phone ring to no avail. He hung up and redialled as he walked into the kitchen, Sasuke following closely behind.
"You're my best man. Isn't one of your duties, besides getting drunk and banging the help, to quiz me about all the lurid details?"
Naruto remained silent, pointedly ignoring Sasuke as he redialled the young woman's number.
"I don't know why you chose the bartender; I thought we gave our guests enough party favours. Seriously, the bartender? Why not just take the coat rack home?"
Naruto closed his eyes and counted to ten. Between Sasuke's puerile attempts to bait him and the droning of the unanswered phone calls, he felt his patience wearing dangerously thin, very quickly. Sasuke, for his part, was having a very similar feeling. He watched Naruto, annoyed at the inattention. He bit the inside of his cheek as his friend sighed and hit 'redial' yet again.
"I thought you'd be curious, at least as far as to hear the results of the comparison. It was certainly eye-opening for me. Sakura was always book-smart, but not much talent for execution in most areas. She did bring some experience to the table though, and she clearly did her research. Don't you want to know how you measured up? She just might be able to teach you some things."
Too far.
Sasuke knew he had crossed the line the moment Naruto banged the cell-phone down. The intention to physically evict Sasuke from the apartment was clear. What wasn't clear was whether it would be through the front door, or through the window. The blond rounded the counter so fast; Sasuke had no time to go on the defensive. He braced himself against the wall as Naruto grabbed his shirt.
"I couldn't do it."
The terse statement brought Naruto's potentially violent actions to a halt. He stopped, confused, as he stared down the man, whose shirt he was still grasping.
"I mean, I could do it, I did…but not without help. Your help."
Sasuke pressed his hand to Naruto's abdomen, running it over the taut muscles beneath the tight, ribbed cotton. Naruto caught the drift of the confession quite quickly. He pulled away, unsure how he was supposed to feel about the fact that Sasuke actually went through with consummating the marriage, despite the difficulty and necessity of bringing him into it. For the moment, he chose to be amused.
"I wouldn't go around telling people that it takes a team effort to screw your wife; if I was you. Although, I'm not surprised you had some trouble doing it with a girl, Sasuke. You may not be aware of this, but you're just a little bit gay."
"You don't seem to have any problems." It was not a complimentary observation, but Naruto decided to treat it as such.
"That's because I'm a lot more open-minded than you; not nearly as discriminating. I think girls have just as much to offer. Which reminds me…"
Naruto picked up his phone and dialled Kichi, turning his back on Sasuke. The dismissal was cutting and was finally enough to bring the latter to the end of his rope. Naruto reflexively ended the call at the sound of the verbal explosion behind him.
"You think I'm doing this for the hell of it? That I wanted to get married and go on some contrived honeymoon, in some god-forsaken city? I am doing the best I can."
Naruto scoffed. his disdain evident as he picked up his cell-phone yet again. "Don't kid yourself about your efforts, Sasuke."
"What do you want from me?"
The question was shocking to say the least. After all this time, you would think that it would be obvious. Naruto stared at his friend in disbelief, wondering if the man was serious or not. His response started off evenly...calmly. However, the more he spoke, the louder and more frantic he found himself becoming.
"What do I want? You're joking right? What do I want? What I want is for you to not be married to Sakura. What I want is for you to not be married at all! What I want is for you to at least pretend that I am something more than just a-" Naruto stopped a sighed, running his hand over his face and through his hair in frustration. "You know what, just forget it. It hardly matters now."
Naruto turned away, feeling exhausted beyond belief. This was a good thing, that at least they'd be out of the limbo, and the waiting and uncertainty would finally be over. Sasuke had made his choice, and he was not it.
Sasuke remained silent for a while, looking at Naruto's back as he tried to find the right words to say; despite knowing he would fail beforehand.
"You want some kind of passionate confession of love from me, a pledge of undying devotion and companionship- it's not going to happen. I told you what this was from the very beginning."
Naruto nodded, but did not turn around. "You did, and now whatever 'it' was, is over."
"Do you have any idea the kind of damage that could be incurred, not just to me but my family if anyone found out I was a…that I was..." Sasuke sighed. "What I get from you, I know I can get it somewhere else; but I won't. You are my best friend, the person closest to me. You have all my secrets. I know that I can trust you."
Naruto snorted, feeling like he was trapped in some type of surreal horror sequence.
"So I'm basically a comfortable convenience; kind of like an indoor bathroom?"
"Naruto, this won't work without you. The honeymoon proved that."
Naruto laughed tiredly, finally turning around to face Sasuke. He crossed his arms as he leaned against the kitchen counter.
"Are you actually going to try to sell the idea that I'd be doing Sakura a favour to screw around with you?"
Sasuke drew close to Naruto, leaning his body flush against the blond's as he reached up to stroke his face. He was gratified and relieved that Naruto didn't flinch or pull away. He looked into Naruto's eyes, not wanting his friend to doubt his sincerity.
"I want you. It might not be enough, but at least it's true. I want you, Naruto."
It was nothing...a confession like that. In the grand scheme of things, it was crap, too late and grossly inadequate. Rationally, Naruto knew that the simple admission shouldn't have mattered; shouldn't have meant anything to him at all. Only it did, and it twisted in Naruto's gut to realize just how much it mattered, how much it was weakening him.
"Naruto, please. I can fix things, you know I can make this work."
It was never a good idea, looking Sasuke in the eyes when he was trying to convince you of anything. His eyes were where his power was, and even in that moment Naruto could feel himself being defeated. It was weak, and pathetic and wrong. Rational Naruto knew that; and knew he should turn away. He also knew when his rationality was fighting a losing battle.
Right then, in that moment, Naruto couldn't bring himself to care about anyone else but them. Sasuke wanted him; and for just a little while, couldn't that be enough?
Sasuke felt a thrill go through him as their lips met, as Naruto's arm encircled his waist and pulled him closer. When they finally pulled apart, Sasuke felt a little dazed. Sighing, Naruto rested his forehead against Sasuke's.
"How am I supposed to do this? She's my friend."
"Who?" Sasuke responded languorously; momentarily blank as he savoured the heat radiating from Naruto's skin.
"Oh… we're not going to hurt her Naruto." He shifted, moving to trail kisses down the tanned neck, knowing he had won. "This is about us; only about us."
Later, when Sasuke awoke, he found himself lying in bed next to Naruto, his head resting on the warm chest. He smiled to himself, stirred and gave a small, quick lick to the closest abdominal muscle. Slowly, he worked his way up Naruto's body, kissing and licking his way to his lover's neck. Honestly, Naruto should be an ice cream flavour. He looked up to see the bright blue eyes looking steadily back at him.
"Have you been awake this entire time?"
"I've been thinking. Seriously wishing I knew a way to end this; instead of being your dirty mistress, or whatever the proper term would be."
Sasuke genuinely smiled then and kissed Naruto deeply; sliding his hand down the man's torso to stroke his thigh. There was no ending to this, no end to them; and the sooner Naruto understood that the easier it would be for them both. He grunted softly as Naruto rolled, pinning Sasuke beneath him. He tangled his fingers in the blond hair and felt his world start to spin out of his control yet again. He would never give this up; he would cling to his happiness. It was their dirty, little secret; and just how much damage could one dirty, little secret do?
Sakura smiled broadly as she and Ino entered her family home. Sakura's mother rose, hugging her glowing daughter before she could even set down her packages.
"Oh Sakura, how is everything? Are you alright?"
Sakura laughed, squeezing her anxious mother as she struggled to set down her bags.
"Mother, it was fine, it was wonderful actually; and I brought you and daddy presents!"
The elder woman looked with uncertainty into her daughter's face, but found no evidence of a lie. She smiled tentatively as she grasped Sakura's hands, greeting Ino as she led both girls to the table.
"And Paris?" She started awkwardly, a delicate subject between a mother and daughter. "Paris, it went well?"
Sakura shared a smile with Ino before patting her mother's hand. "Mother, you worry too much. Sasuke is the most wonderful, caring, attentive man, and it couldn't have been more perfect. Paris is the most amazing city. You, Ino and I have got to go there to shop. I went completely overboard and bought so many things for everyone. Daddy's going to scold me. Where is he by the way?"
"He's in the garden. He spends most of his time there lately."
Sakura could see the change in her mother's expression, and her smile faded. "Why, what's wrong?"
"Oh Sakura, it hasn't been an easy time for him. In the space of a few months, he loses his company and his daughter, both to the Uchiha Clan." She dropped her voice, conscious of Ino's presence. "It's a big transition and right now he's feeling a little less than a man. He'll be fine though, he just needs time to adjust."
Sakura slid open the door to the garden and stepped outside. She took a moment, drawing in the beauty of her childhood home before she located her father. She finally found him in the rock garden, deeply absorbed in raking the gravel. She called to him, drawing his attention, and he quickly came to her, pulling her into a hug.
"How are you, is everything alright?"
"What is wrong with the two of you? Everything is perfect!"
Tsuchi sighed, looking at his daughter intently. "The Uchiha boy, he treats you well?"
"Like a princess, daddy."
The man sighed again, dropping his hands and clasping them behind him. He started walking, Sakura following behind him in the informal ritual they often observed in her childhood days.
"Even though you say that, I am still apprehensive Sakura. I feel more and more that I should never have agreed to this plan of yours. The men of that clan can be cold and unyielding."
At the sound of Sakura's attempt to protest, Tsuchi waved his hand, quieting his daughter.
"I know you have loved him since childhood, Sakura; but I kept hoping you would give it up. I did want to keep the company within our family as much as I could; but for you to offer to marry Sasuke-kun to do so… I do not want this to become too huge of a sacrifice for you."
Sakura stopped him then, resting her hand on his arm. "Daddy, everything is going to be fine. I am not some wide-eyed little girl to think it's going to be easy. I know Sasuke does not love me yet; but he cares and treats me well. Now that we are together, for him to return my love is just a matter of time."
"Well, your parents seem apprehensive, to say the least."
Ino fixed Sakura with a look as the two settled into the mostly empty dumpling shop. Sakura blew out some air of exasperation as slid into her seat.
"I wish they would leave the worrying to me. It's my life after all."
Ino shook her head, trying as she had for the past several months to give her friend a dose of reality. "I think they have a right to worry. Sakura, this whole thing could blow up in your face."
Sakura sighed and gave her best friend a look of annoyance and exasperation. "Oh not again Ino, please don't start."
"I am going to start. How can I not 'start'? No one was more jealous than me of the fact that you managed to land Sasuke, but at the same time, you know that I want this all to work out for you…"
"And it will. Ino, you should have seen us together on our honeymoon. He did the most romantic things and-"
Ino shook her head, unconvinced by Sakura's arguments.
"Sasuke is treating you well now because he thinks you were a 'lamb to the slaughter' in this marriage, just like him. If he knew you orchestrated this whole thing, what you did-"
Sakura waved her hands, cutting Ino off and trying to allay her friend's fears. "It wouldn't make any difference."
"Sakura, you sold out your father's company to Uchiha Fugaku in exchange for marriage to Sasuke. You think that bit of knowledge wouldn't make a difference in Sasuke's perception of you? Not to mention if your father knew…"
"The writing was on the wall, Ino. Anyone with half a brain could see that Uchiha Corps was going to take over our company-"
"Yes, an inevitable process which you sped up exponentially by giving Fugaku-sama all that inside information."
Sakura rubbed her hands agitatedly over her face. It was done, and she wished Ino would just drop it already.
"Only three people know everything, Ino. Fugaku-sama and I won't say anything, so the only way Sasuke or my father would find out is through you. I feel bad about it, you know I do; but what's done is done and it wasn't for nothing. So please, you're my best friend, just drop this and keep my one dirty, little secret."
Ino sighed and nodded, squeezing Sakura's hand in reassurance. Their dirty, little secret... Just how much damage could one dirty, little secret do?
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