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Brothers and Babies	By : nekluvshp Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 4132 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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First things first, you can find an apology at the bottom.
Second, this story has exactly 2,345 words.
Third, I’m REALLY sorry, to be continued…

Anyway, please enjoy chapter three!!!

Fugaku was silent for a while as memories flitted about his mind. He shook his head to clear it before taking a sip from his glass, which he had refilled at some point during his narrative.
“I didn’t know at that moment that Minato would become the best friend I ever had, let alone the love of my life.” He stated. “And… this may sound callous, but honestly, if he were alive today and showed a single hint of wanting to be together, I’d leave Mikoto in a heartbeat.”
Itachi didn’t take that well. “You can’t possibly be serious?!” He seethed. “Don’t you care about her at all?”
The glare Fugaku sent his eldest son caused both younger men to recoil in fear. “Of course I do. I love her very much, but it’s more a love for a friend than a wife. Besides, she knew from the start that we might not have lasted long.”
“And she was ok with that?” Naruto asked, his head tilted to the side in curiosity.
“Surprisingly, yes.” The oldest of the three replied with a faint smile. “She was almost relieved when I first told her the situation. It turned out she wasn’t looking for a husband as much a sperm donor.”
Naruto was a little confused now. “So… how did you go from being the love of each other’s life and having a kid to being married to different people?” He asked.
With a sigh, Fugaku picked up where he left off, “Once I had recovered, Minato carried my stuff for me, as we agreed, but after that, I couldn’t get rid of him. As time passed, I realized I didn’t want to get rid of him. It wasn’t until the end of that year that we started having sex.”
“You’re dru’k, Fu.” Minato slurred as he wrapped an arm around my neck, the plastic cup in his hand precariously close to spilling on me.
I snorted. “’F I’m drunk… wha’s that make you?” He didn’t answer, just started giggling.
Loud cheering and laughter floated over to us over the pounding bass from the techno music. Minato glanced around me, nearly pulling us both to the floor, to see what was happening.
“Le’s go see wha’s up over dere.” I didn’t have much choice in the matter since his arm was still around my neck and he started dragging me. “’Sup guys.” He said with a wave and finally let go of me.
“Three sheets to the wind already, Minato?” Came a familiar lazy drawl.
Minato sputtered and lost his grip on the, now empty, cup. “I ‘m not shree theets… shee threets… ‘m not drunk!” He insisted.
“Yeah, Min, tha’s why you’re speakin’ clearly and coul’ walk w’thout my help.” A few others laughed, either in agreement or at my own slurred speech, I wasn’t sure.
“Pfft, I cou’d do back flips o’er you people righ’ now if I want’d to.” My blonde friend said with a casual wave.
“Wanna bet?”
Minato smirked. “You’re on, Nara. Wha’ I gotta do and wha’s it gunna cos’?”
“I won’t make you do a back flip; we don’t want you hurting anyone or yourself I suppose, at least not too badly.” He turned to the boy sitting on his left. “What do you think, Chouza?”
“Make him do a handstand!” The chubbier boy replied enthusiastically.
“For five seconds.” A boy with a duller shade of blonde hair up in a ponytail added.
Turning back to us, Shikaku said, “You heard ‘em: a handstand for five seconds. Get to it.”
“Fine! An’ if I win, you i’iots gotta take a sho’a one-fifty-one.”
“Alright and if you lose, you have to take two shots.” Shikaku held up the appropriate number of fingers and taunted Minato.
“Deal!” The two boys shook hands before the blonde backed up until he had enough space.
“Wait.” The boy with the spiky ponytail interrupted before Minato could start. “We still have to make our bets. Obviously, I don’t think you can do it. Chouza, Inoichi?”
“Hell no!”
“No way, man.”
Minato turned to me with puppy dog eyes. “Wha’ ‘bout you, Fu? You belie’e in my don’ ya?”
I smirked. “Of course.” A moment later I was being crushed in a hug.
When the blonde idiot let go, he turned back to face the others. “See, now he’s a real frien’.” With that, Minato flipped himself forward onto his hands, his shirt sliding down and covering his face.
Five seconds later:
“Damn, he actually did it.”
At the same moment, gravity had Minato tumbling to the floor. He landed sprawled on his back and was laughing his ass off.
When he could breathe again, he stumbled to his feet and made his way to the counter where several half empty bottles of various kinds of alcohol sat. He quickly located the bottle of rum he was looking for and grabbed a few shot glasses as well.
“Dri’k up!” Minato exclaimed as he slammed the bottle and the glasses onto the kitchen table, one cracking in the process. Then he opened the rum and sloppily poured the shots.
“Lucky Uchiha.” Shikaku muttered as he brought his glass to his lips.
I scoffed. “You’ve been ‘is frien’ lo’ger than me. You shoul’ know be’er’n ta bet agains’ a Namikaze.”
Nara grimaced as he downed his drink. “Whatever.” He mumbled, setting the glass back down, along with the other two.
“An’ who’s nex’?” Minato shouted as he plopped down into a chair and took a swig straight from the bottle. “Fu, you wanna try somethin’?”
I shook my head, regretting the action immediately as everything began to spin. “Think I’ve had ‘nough.” I mumbled holding my head.
“Ligh’weigh’.” I could tell it was supposed to be said under his breath but I heard him. He’s not exactly the quietest person, he’s worse drunk.
From there, the guys organized a betting and drinking game, a few other people wandering over and joining in. I refused to do any of the dares themselves but I did bet when I knew something was a sure thing.
I bet on three rounds out of eight, winning twice and losing once. Lucky for me, the losers only had to chug a single beer.
Minato, however, bet every single round and won all of them until it got back to his turn. I can’t recall what he had to do, just that he failed miserably, having consumed what had to have been half his body weight in alcohol.
I think everyone was just as surprised as I was that he hadn’t passed out or thrown up by that point. He was so trashed that it was unanimously decided that he wouldn’t take his last losing drink.
“Be’s a be’, man.” He slurred as he reached for the bottle he was supposed to finish off.
“Minato, you’ve ha’ more than ‘nough.” I stated. Having only had one drink in well over an hour, I had sobered up quite a bit and my speech was only slightly slurred. “Any more an’ you might en’ up in the hospital with alcohol poisoning.”
“Fine.” The blonde whined. “Fu, carr… car’y me.” He lifted his arms toward me like a toddler from his place sprawled out on the floor. That’s where he’d been for the past fifteen minutes or so. He’d failed his second turn because he couldn’t even stand up.
I rolled my eyes but bent down to help him up. “I won’ carry you, but I’ll help you upstairs.” I said as I pulled his arm around my shoulders and put one of mine around his waist. “Come on, ya big baby.”
The trek through the large lake house was a long one as I almost literally dragged my best friend the entire way. With how big it was, you’d think there would be more than one set of stairs in it.
It was difficult actually getting up the stairs since the owners of the house were passed out on top of each other halfway up them.
Hiashi and Hizashi Hyuga, a year ahead of us, had turned eighteen the week before and their parents gave their lake house to them as a birthday present. As any teenager would do, they threw a party to celebrate.
Once I’d finally maneuvered us around the snoring brunettes, I hurried up the rest of the stairs and down the hall to find a bedroom that didn’t have people hooking up in it.
Most of the doors were locked and I regretted opening the ones that weren’t. It hadn’t really been a goal of mine to see half of my classmates going at it.
Finally, at the end of the hall, was a tiny bedroom that was unoccupied and I understood why. It was a guestroom meant for a little girl. That and the bed was only a twin size. Minato only needed a place to crash though, so I pulled him into the room and dropped him on the bed.
“Don’ go, Fu.” The blonde mumbled once I’d let go of him. I started slightly, having thought he passed out on the way up. “You’re comfy.”
“You need to go to sleep, Minato.” I said quietly as I headed toward the door. There was squeaking and shuffling as he moved and when I turned around, he had made some space.
He patted the empty half. “Be my cuddle buddy.” He pouted, speaking slowly now to keep the slur out of his voice.
“Fine.” I sighed. Otherwise, I’d be lucky to find a couch to sleep on and would most likely end up on the floor in a corner.
After quietly shutting the door, I made my way back to the bed and kicked my shoes off. I laid down and got comfortable on my back, my arms under my head. Immediately, Minato had his left arm and leg draped over me with his head on my shoulder.
I could feel his heartbeat against mine and his chest moving with his breaths as my eyes drooped and my own breathing started to even out. Sleep had nearly taken me when I was startled back into full consciousness.
“You’re the bes’ frien’ I ever had, Fu.” Minato mumbled suddenly, his hot breath tickling my neck.
“Yeah, me too.” I replied, hoping it would be enough for his hazy mind.
His face pressed against the bare skin of my neck and I could feel him smiling. “You can’ be your own bes’ frien’, silly.”
“Idiot.” I murmured as I lightly slapped him in the back of the head. “You know what I mean.”
“Yeah.” He breathed and I had a hard time suppressing a shiver.
Silence fell over us again and just when I thought I was sure Minato had fallen asleep, he spoke again. “Has anyo’e ever tol’ you how good you smell? Kinda cimmaniny… cinnanimy… ya know, the spice.” He whispered as he moved closer, if that was even possible.
I swallowed heavily and used all of my will power not to look down at him. “Yeah, I know.” I answered thickly.
Suddenly, something wet was sliding across my neck. “Awwww, you on’y tas’e li’e skin.” He sounded so disappointed. “But Fugaku skin, so i’s ok.” He added happily before licking me again.
“What’re you doing?” I finally managed to ask. He didn’t answer, just pressed his nose against me and inhaled deeply.
“Smellin’ you, tastin’ you.” The blonde said after a while. He shifted just slightly and I could feel an erection against my hip.
“Minato…” I groaned and tried to push him off of me. I knew where this could lead, would lead, if I didn’t stop it. Taking advantage of my plastered best friend wasn’t very high on my to-do list.
The next second, his lips were on mine and instead of pushing him away, I was suddenly pulling him closer.
“Kissing led to groping, groping led to striping, and striping naturally led fucking, but I don’t think either of you want to hear about your parents having sex.” Fugaku said with a nostalgic smile.
Naruto groaned in disgust at the imagery that produced but Itachi laughed.
“I have to ask,” The younger raven said with a chuckle, “Could Minato walk in the morning?”
“No, he couldn’t.” The older man replied with his own chortle. “But that was because he had a hangover from hell. Now I, on the other hand, was sore for the next few days.”
“Please stop talking about it now.” Naruto begged as the other two laughed.
Fugaku waved a hand. “Alright, alright. Anyway, after that, the only thing that changed about our relationship was the fact that we started having sex… frequently. We dated for a while, but after a couple of weeks we both agreed that we weren’t ready to be monogamous, especially when the Hyuga twins started asking if I wanted a threesome with them. I sure as hell wasn’t going to turn them down and Minato wouldn’t let me either.”
“Seriously, please stop talking about my dad and sex.” The blonde pleaded with his hands over his ears.
The oldest of the three continued as if he hadn’t been interrupted. “So we kept it casual. But by the end of our senior year, seeing Minato with other guys or girls was getting to me. I knew I had fallen in love with him and told him so, as well as the fact that I wanted us to be exclusive or not at all.
“He confessed his feelings too and agreed he was ready to be in a relationship. It was a little over a year later that we found out about his mutation.” He explained.
Naruto's brows drew together in confusion. “Wait… how come it took so long for him to get pregnant?” He asked.
“Just because your dad was an idiot, doesn’t mean he was stupid, Naruto.” Fugaku replied. “Until we were actually together, we always used condoms, with each other and anyone else. After that… it didn’t matter anymore.”

Well, I hope you all enjoyed drunk, teenage Minato, Fugaku and all the others I threw in there!

Now, Pleeeeeeaaaaaase don’t kill me. I know it’s been forever, almost two months, since I’ve posted anything at all. I started a temporary job four days a week but now it’s done. Unfortunately, the job seemed to have sucked all creativity out of me at the moment. I’m trying to get back into it but I’m failing so far. Even my non-stop train of new fanfictions seems to have dried up, not that I’m really complaining. I’d like to be able to finish some of the 60 stories I have before starting more. Anyway, you can find torture devices and lethal weapons in the gift shop on your left. I’m prepared for whatever punishment you think I deserve.
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