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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: Thanks to moodysavage and Masako for their reviews of Chapter three, I'm glad you're enjoying the story :D, and I hope you like this chapter, too.
I would also like to thank "Anon", even though you have said you won't follow the story any more. If you do happen to peak at this chapter there are loads of storied about with uke Sasuke; although I'll write them both ways, I only really read NaruSasu, so if you sign in next time I could recommend some :)
Hopefully Naruto's intentions will become clearer in this chapter. :) Please let me know what you think ^^
Chapter Four
The first thing Naruto did once Sasuke left was to kick the couch. The second was to release a bubble of laughter. It was the strangest feeling, to be so pissed off, yet euphoric at the same time. He’d had the best sex ever, with the person who had been the object of his fantasies since he discovered that his cock had more uses than just pissing. Yet, at the same time, he knew that the arrogant prick was leading him around by the dick, and he was too lust blind, or love blind, to stop him.
Still, Sasuke was crazy if he thought that Naruto would accept his bullshit reasoning for them not to be together, properly. This whole arrangement that Sasuke had thought up was fine for a temporary basis, but Naruto was going to have Sasuke all to himself, permanently. As soon as he figured out how. He supposed that he had time; for all of Sasuke’s talk about settling down with Sakura and being the heir, he had been engaged to her for two years without even setting the date for the wedding.
Humming to himself, Naruto tidied up the mess, scrunching up the very used condom with the scrappy pieces of paper that were now redundant. It wasn’t about getting Sasuke anymore, it was about keeping him.
He showered and dressed in one of his stifling dinner party suits before he remembered to call Hinata. He supposed that he would have to sit her down and explain how he couldn’t help her anymore. No way was he going to make things easier for Sasuke by hiding behind Hinata the way Sasuke was with Sakura.
Hinata picked up on the third ring; “Naruto?” she said, her voice breathy.
“Hi, Hinata,” Naruto said. It was awkward; he didn’t want to break up with her over the phone, even though they weren’t really dating. But he didn’t want to lead her along, either. “So, uh…Mikoto Uchiha is having another one of her dinners,” he said, feeling like a complete ass.
“I know, I’m already there; Neji needed me to bring some things over, and Mrs Uchiha asked me to stay. Are you coming?”
“Yeah.”
There was an uncomfortable pause, as Naruto desperately searched for something to say.
“Bye, Naruto.”
“Bye.”
Naruto hung up with a soft groan. Hinata was relying on him to keep her safe. HHe would have to tell her about Sasuke, but maybe he would wait until she found another fake boyfriend before fake breaking up with her.
He hurried downstairs to see if he could catch a lift with his mum, and almost bumped into Minato. He was wearing a suit, something he never did unless he was attending some sort of function. Minato was the founder and owner of the popular tea room franchise, Hokage, and he tended to dress down when he was visiting the shops or working from home.
“Dad, you’re coming tonight?” Naruto asked.
Minato smiled at him. “Well, since you managed to disappear this afternoon, I am behind on the accounts, and a few of the shops do need reviewing, but your mother asked me along. She said that she and Mikoto wanted my advice for the charity ball they’re holding in a few weeks. Personally I think Fugaku has some special announcement, and I’m mainly going because being there will irritate him.”
There was no love lost between Fugaku Uchiha and Minato Namikaze. The Uchiha patriarch disliked the fact that Minato had built his business up from scratch, and wasn’t the member of a blooded family going back generations. Minato mainly thought that Fugaku was a pretentious asshole.
Naruto wondered if Kushina had told Minato about him and Sasuke; his dad was pretty laid back and liberal. He quite likely would find the idea of Naruto running off with Fugaku Uchiha’s son hilarious. Naruto hoped so, anyway. Sasuke was enough of an obstacle, without anyone else getting involved.
“There are my two favourite boys,” Kushina sang, making her way down the stairs. “Naruto, did I see Sasuke’s car here earlier?” her leer was not in keeping with the elegant dress that she was wearing.
“Yeah,” Naruto replied, “he was here.” He hoped that she would be content with that, and not ask any more questions. It was bad enough telling her about it; with his dad there as well he would likely die from embarrassment.
“Well, Mikoto said that Fugaku was all excited about something,” Kushina said.
Naruto let out a sigh of relief at his mother’s change of subject.
Minato laughed. “Excited? He probably just cracked a smile. I would more likely say that was wind than excitement.”
Kushina sniggered.
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The butler wasn’t anywhere near as snooty as he took their coats, and ushered them into the dining room. Hinata ran up to Naruto, and laid a hand on his arm. He patted her hand absently, his eyes fixed on Sasuke. He had changed out of the come fuck me outfit he had been wearing earlier, but he still looked edible in the tailored shirt and tie. He was already sat at the table, ignoring Sakura who was sat beside him, his dark eyes fixed on Naruto.
Naruto forced a smile out as he led Hinata to the dinner table and sat opposite Sasuke. The look in Sasuke’s eyes made him want to strip the Uchiha heir, and have his way with him over the soup course.
“Hi Naruto, Hinata,” Sakura bubbled; she was practically bouncing in her chair.
Naruto shot Sasuke a questioning look. He shrugged, and took a sip of his water.
“Hi, Sakura,” Hinata said quietly.
Fugaku was the last one to arrive at the table. He didn’t look particularly excited; he looked as moody as always. No wonder Sasuke was repressed, living with a father like that. Both Neji and Itachi were absent; obviously Itachi wasn’t feeling well enough. Naruto saw Sasuke’s eyes flick towards Itachi’s empty seat, and he longed to kiss the sadness that formed in his eyes away. He settled for kicking off one of his shoes, and running his bare foot up Sasuke’s leg.
Sasuke jumped so high he practically launched into orbit.
“What are you doing?” he hissed, flicking a glance at an oblivious Sakura.
Naruto shrugged, and walked his toes further up Sasuke’s leg. It was a risk; he could have accidentally got Sakura. That would have been interesting to explain away; I’m so sorry, I was aiming for your fiancé. Naruto suppressed a snort of laughter.
Sasuke rolled his eyes, and reached under the table, caressing his way up Naruto’s ankle before pushing his leg away. Naruto waited a full minute, before attacking Sasuke’s leg with his foot again.
“Is Itachi coming down?” Sakura asked loudly as the maids quietly laid out the first course. Sasuke pushed Naruto’s foot away again, more forcefully this time, and Naruto slipped his shoe back on.
“He’s not well enough,” Mikoto said, fingering her napkin. Kushina placed her hand on her friend’s, stilling her fretting, and Mikoto shot her a smile.
“OK, well, I suppose he’ll hear, anyway,” Sakura said, getting to her feet and grabbing Sasuke’s arm, dragging him up with her. “Sasuke and I have an announcement to make,” Sakura beamed.
Naruto’s eyes were still fixed on Sasuke, so he saw as irritation flicked to confusion, to sudden horrified realisation in his eyes.
“We’ve finally set a date for our wedding; September 16^th”
Naruto would have been impressed at how Sasuke kept his face a mask, his emotions only showing in his eyes, except Naruto was too angry with him. He could feel Hinata’s eyes on him, a comforting hand placed tentatively on his leg. He couldn’t see anyone else’s reaction; his eyes were locked on Sasuke. He looked like he might vomit, as he managed a tremulous smile. Good, Naruto thought, I hope he spews all over Sakura’s pretty new dress.
Sakura clung onto Sasuke, not noticing that her fiancé seemed less than thrilled as she babbled on; “Hinata, you must be one of my bridesmaids, I’m sure Naruto will be the best man, and you know what they say about best men and bridesmaids.” She giggled.
Hinata stammered out something that Sakura took to be assent, because she grabbed Hinata’s hands over the table, and proceeded to bombard her with her ideas for the colour scheme. Sasuke, released from her grip when she accosted Hinata, shied away as if scorched.
“I’m going to go and tell Itachi,” Sasuke said, backing away from the table.
“I’ll help you,” Naruto said, fixing his best fake smile in place.
Sasuke practically bolted out of the dining room; Naruto didn’t know where he was going, but he was pretty sure that it wasn’t to tell Itachi. He caught up with Sasuke outside one of the guest rooms, and grabbing his arm dragged him inside, slamming the door behind them. He pinned Sasuke up against the door, and glared at him.
“What the hell was that?” He demanded.
“I told you that I was still going to marry Sakura,” Sasuke said, but his voice was hoarse.
“And you didn’t think to tell me that it was happening in three months time? Why, Sasuke? Why now when you’ve been happy to hold it off for the last two years?”
“Sakura wanted the date, I just agreed with her.”
Naruto narrowed his eyes, seething inside. “And when did you just agree with her? Before or after fucking me? Didn’t it even occur to you to tell me, instead of letting Sakura announce it to the whole room first?” He snarled
“Before. I forgot about it; I was a bit distracted this afternoon.”
Naruto stared into Sasuke’s dark eyes, searching for a trace of emotion. Sasuke turned his head away, breaking eye contact. His voice had sounded flat, defeated.
“You weren’t even going to give us a chance, were you?” Naruto said finally. “You are such a coward.”
Sasuke pushed him away, sudden anger snapping in his eyes. “I told you how things were going to be; you agreed. I don’t think that setting a date for a wedding that was inevitable makes anything different.”
“Yes, you told me; you didn’t ask my opinion, just told me how it was going to be. Because it’s always on your terms, isn’t it? Always what Sasuke wants, never mind anyone else.”
“I don’t want things to be like this, Naruto. I don’t want to have to marry Sakura, I don’t want to have to raise her children to be good little Uchiha clones, but I don’t have a choice.”
Naruto felt like punching Sasuke in the gut; the man was so frustrating.
“Yes you do,” he said, “give it all up, leave with me. We can come back in a few months, you can live at my place; your father will forgive you eventually.”
Naruto bit his lip at the expression in Sasuke’s eyes; it was longing. Sasuke wanted it as much as he did. If only he would just agree, run away with him. His heart sank as Sasuke lowered his eyes, and shook his head slowly.
“It’s a nice dream, Naruto, but I can’t do that to you. My father could ruin your whole family. And if I disgraced him in that way, he would do it.”
“I don’t care,” Naruto said, gripping Sasuke’s hand in his. “As long as I have you, I don’t care.”
Sasuke raised his head, and stared into Naruto’s eyes. It wasn’t fair, that Sasuke could turn Naruto into his willing slave with just one look. He could feel those dark eyes dragging him in, like a siren’s song, compelling him to do whatever Sasuke wanted. And half hating himself, Naruto let Sasuke rule him. He didn’t push, as much as he wanted to; as much as he wanted to yell out his frustration, and argue Sasuke into agreeing with him, he bit his tongue. It was for the best, he figured. He would just have to go slowly, and wait for Sasuke to realise that he was right. He raised his hand to Sasuke’s cheek, and pulled him into a soft kiss. Sasuke practically collapsed into his embrace, twining his fingers in Naruto’s hair. The taste of him was like a drug; addictive and compelling, and Naruto was a lost cause, totally hooked.
“We can’t be gone too long,” Sasuke said softly pulling away from the kiss. His cheeks were flushed, bright spots of red against his pale flesh. Naruto wanted to lick at the flush, to taste more of Sasuke. He wanted to bite and suck his way down his delicate throat, to take Sasuke’s cock into his mouth, and feast on him. Desire practically choked him, and his cock began to stiffen in anticipation.
“I know.” He said,” Leave your window open tonight.”
Sasuke stared at him for a long moment before nodding. He was probably wondering why Naruto wasn’t still arguing and trying to convince him.
Naruto was wondering the same thing, himself. But he knew, deep down, that if he pushed and fought over this now, it would lead to him giving Sasuke an ultimatum. And he did not want to hand Sasuke over to Sakura in that way. Sasuke was his; he just had to make Sasuke see it.
Naruto kissed Sasuke again, feeling more than hearing the slight whimper that Sasuke let out. He backed away with a soft sigh.
“I suppose that we should go tell Itachi your news,” he said, running a finger down Sasuke’s cheek.
Sasuke sighed, but nodded, opening the door behind him and stepping away from Naruto. As Naruto followed Sasuke to Itachi’s room, he thought he could hear a clock ticking in his head, an inevitable countdown to doomsday. He wondered if Neji ever felt the same, watching his lover slowly die.
Poor Itachi. Naruto watched as the older Uchiha faked a smile, when he was clearly in pain, watched as Neji shook Sasuke’s hand, failing to hide the worry that had been naked in his eyes as they entered the room. Naruto knew then that his countdown wasn’t anywhere near as bad as theirs. He wondered what he would do if it came down to choosing between sharing Sasuke, or losing him completely. He thought that if he was forced to make the choice, he would have half of Sasuke, rather than no Sasuke at all. The thought of sharing Sasuke practically choked him, though.
Dinner seemed to be turning into an awkward affair. They got back from telling Itachi to find everyone still on the main course. Minato had moved to sit next to Fugaku, and was animatedly telling a story that was supposed to be funny judging by the snickers around him. Fugaku listened stone faced.
“Does your dad ever laugh?” Naruto muttered to Sasuke.
“Not really,” Sasuke replied, taking his place next to Sakura, who immediately latched onto him like some sort of weird pink limpet. Hinata looked relieved to have Sakura’s interest turned away from her.
Naruto tried to ignore the way that Sakura fawned over Sasuke. She had never been like this before, and he dreaded to think what she would be like if they did actually marry. One small consolation was that Sasuke seemed to be even more pissed at her antics than Naruto was. It was still pretty unbearable to watch, and Naruto decided that he was definitely, absolutely not going to share Sasuke. He would have the whole heart, body and soul thing. He just needed to figure out the perfect plan. He wished that he had pen and paper; writing stuff down helped him to think.
After dinner, they retired to the back lounge. Fugaku settled in a corner, surrounded by various cousins. Sasuke was well and truly Sakura’d. It was like she was trying to make up for years of as little touching as possible. Kushina and Mikoto had grabbed Hinata, and the three of them were huddled together, occasionally shooting looks at him or Sasuke. He dreaded to think what they were up to.
Naruto was aware of his dad sat next to him, attempting to hold a conversation, but he didn’t really hear him. Despite himself, he found his eyes drawn to Sasuke. Sakura had managed to settle herself on his knee; by the look on Sasuke’s face, any one would think that a rabid panther with a bad case of halitosis had settled on his lap, and not a pretty, petite girl. Naruto would have found it funny if he wasn’t so pissed off at her being all over his man. One thing was clear, Sasuke was delusional to think that he would be able to go through with the whole het sex thing if he had this bad a reaction to a girl sitting on his lap. Hopefully Naruto could make him see that before the actual wedding night. Again, the mental image would be hilarious, if it wasn’t his lover involved.
“I’m going to take Hinata home,” Mikoto’s voice cut over the low chatter in the room.
“Neji’s staying with Itachi tonight,” Hinata said, as if trying to justify Mikoto’s offer.
“We’re off, too,” Kushina said, grabbing Naruto and Minato, and letting out a very fake yawn.
Sasuke shot Naruto a help me look, which he ignored. As much as he wanted to dump Sakura on the floor and settle himself down on Sasuke’s knee, he figured that it would probably make things worse.
“If we’re going now, we could just drop Hinata off,” Naruto said. He was cut off by his mum stamping on his foot.
“Shut up,” she hissed through gritted teeth.
Naruto gave up. She was definitely planning something. This was exactly why he had kept quiet about his sexuality. She was probably going to drag them all to a gay bar.
“Remember what I said, Sasuke,” he said as they left. He was sure he saw a slight flush on his lover’s pale cheeks.
Naruto wasn’t surprised when Mikoto and Hinata followed them back. His father looked like he wanted to say something, then he just sighed, and wandered up the stairs. Naruto made to follow him; he was planning to hide out in his room for a bit, before sneaking back out to meet up with Sasuke. Kushina grabbed his arm, and dragged him into the dining room, followed by Mikoto and Hinata. It was an impressive room, if you hadn’t seen the Uchiha’s dining room, which was easily twice the size. He sat down at the table, while the women sat opposite him, all staring as if he was some sort of insect they were planning to dissect. It was creepy.
“I’m so sorry, Naruto. I didn’t realise that they had set a date,” Mikoto said.
“I don’t get it,” Kushina said. She sounded aggrieved, as if Sasuke and Sakura’s impending wedding was a personal insult to her. “I know what you two were doing earlier; I thought that maybe it would all work out.”
Naruto tried to forget that he had heard that. He gave a small shrug, wondering how quickly he could get them off his case.
“It’s OK, though; we have a plan” Kushina said. She had that look in her eyes, the look she got before living up a tree for a month, or jetting off to the middle of nowhere to feed baby tigers. Naruto had thought it was pretty cool all those other times. Now the look was trained on him, all he felt was dread.
“You really don’t have to help out,” Naruto said hurriedly, “I mean, I’m grateful, but I think I’ll be able to get through to Sasuke, I just need to make him see what a mistake he’s making.”
“Yes, and this is what our plan will do,” Kushina replied. “Just hear us out.”
“Fine,” Naruto sighed.
Kushina shot him her biggest grin. Both Mikoto and Hinata also smiled at him. Very creepy.
“So,” Kushina began, “Mikoto and I are holding a charity ball in two weeks time. And part of it will be an auction, where we auction off guys. You know, where the highest bidder gets a date.”
“I really don’t think Sasuke would be impressed if I bid on him.” Naruto said wryly.
“You’re not doing the bidding, Hinata is. I was going to, but Mikoto said it would be weird.”
“And Hinata bidding on Sasuke isn’t? Besides, Sakura will want that date for herself.” Naruto got to his feet. “Look, I appreciate your help, but I really don’t think it’s going to work.”
Kushina reached over the table and grabbed his arm, pulling him back down. Naruto stifled a yelp as she practically pulled his arm out of its socket.
“That’s because I hadn’t finished,” she said, smiling smugly as Naruto rubbed his shoulder. “This auction is going to be different,” she continued. “The girls will be bidding for two guys randomly,” here she used air quotes, “paired up. You and Sasuke will be a pair, which explains Hinata bidding on you,”
“And makes you bidding really, really weird,” Naruto replied. “Still doesn’t mean that Sakura won’t try to out bid Hinata. And I will commit murder if I have to go on a date with Sasuke and Sakura.”
“We’ll make sure that Hinata wins,” Kushina replied.
“I can’t believe that you’re going to fix a charity auction.”
“We’re not,” Mikoto spoke for the first time, he voice soft. “Kushina and I will pay for Hinata’s bids. And when it comes to the date, Hinata will have to go early, leaving you and Sasuke on your own.”
“Thus proving to Sasuke that being in a relationship with another man is widely accepted in today’s society,” Kushina said smugly.
“It is a very convoluted plan, with lots of places where it could go wrong, but I really think that it’s worth trying,” Hinata added.
If nothing else, Naruto supposed that he was saved from having to explain the situation to her. Surprisingly, Hinata seemed to be pretty OK with the dissolution of their fake relationship. He wondered what his mum had said to her, and decided that it was probably best that he didn’t know.
“OK,” Naruto said, “I’m in,” he grinned. A proper date with Sasuke, even one as contrived as this one would be fun. Maybe his mum had the right idea; he just needed to show Sasuke that being with Naruto suited him better than being with Sakura. Judging by his reactions to Sakura tonight, it wouldn’t be too hard.
Naruto leaped to his feet with a cry as he had a sudden eureka moment. “Mum, you’re amazing!” he said, bouncing around the table to kiss her.
“I know,” she agreed, beaming happily.
“I…I don’t get it,” Hinata said, looking worried.
Naruto grinned at her. “All I need to do is show Sasuke that me and him work,” he said. “And Sakura is going to help me, by showing him how incompatible they are.” There was still Sasuke’s daddy issues, but Naruto figured he would take it one step at a time. The first thing to do was to get rid of Sakura, and get Sasuke out of the closet. The rest would probably just fall into place, anyway.
“We could help,” Kushina put in, “maybe encourage Sakura to do things that will piss Sasuke off.” Her grin was positively evil. “No one gets in the way of my baby’s happiness.”
“I’ll help, too,” Hinata said in her soft voice.
Naruto turned to her. “You do know that I won’t be able to protect you from your father’s matchmaking anymore,” he said.
Hinata smiled. “I know that,” she replied. “I don’t mind, I just want you to be happy.”
Impulsively, Naruto hugged her. She stiffened in his arms, before hugging him back very briefly.
“Thanks, Hinata,” he said. He glanced at his watch as she backed away, and wondered if it was too soon to go and visit Sasuke.
“Why don’t you come with us, Naruto,” Mikoto said.
Naruto stared at her blankly.
“You’re going to see Sasuke, aren’t you? If you want, I’ll get the chauffer to swing by to pick you up after we’ve dropped Hinata off. It saves you having to hide your car.” She smiled sweetly, as if she was arranging some sort of innocent venture like a picnic. It was a bit weird, Naruto thought, that she was actually helping her son meet clandestinely with his gay lover.
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Naruto showered and changed out of the stuffy suit and into his preferred jeans and t-shirt. He was waiting anxiously outside the house when Mikoto came back from dropping off Hinata. Kushina and Minato drove their own cars, as did Naruto; the Uchiha had not one but three chauffer’s. Naruto supposed that one was handy for getting Itachi to hospital appointments, but he couldn’t understand why they would ever need three. Sasuke mainly drove himself, but Mikoto and Fugaku nearly always used the drivers.
Naruto slipped into the back seat next to Mikoto, and eyed the driver nervously.
“He won’t say anything, will he?” He whispered.
“He can’t hear us,” Mikoto replied, tapping on the glass screen that separated the front of the car from the back. “Besides, I’m the one who pays his wages, not Fugaku. He won’t gossip.”
Naruto fidgeted, glancing out of the window at the dark countryside rushing by. It was past ten, and the summer sun had vanished, leaving everything shadowed and indistinct. He shivered, and turned to Mikoto.
“Why are you doing this?” He asked impulsively.
She smiled, but her eyes were shadowed. “I want my son to be happy,” she replied. “I know the pain of loving someone you can never be with; having to marry someone you don’t love for family duty. I don’t want him to have to suffer that.”
Naruto stared at her, wondering why she would trust him with this; while anyone with eyes could see that her marriage to Fugaku was not a love match, he had never even considered that his mother’s quiet best friend was hiding the pain of unrequited love.
“Your situation is different from mine,” Mikoto continued. “You love Sasuke in the same way that he loves you. I could only ever have friendship, so I took that. You can have so much more.”
Naruto found himself wondering who she was in love with. As far as he was aware, she didn’t have many friends, just family, and his mother…
“My mother?” He found his voice was shriller than normal. “You’re in love with my mum? Does she know?”
Mikoto shook her head. “No. It would only pain her to know. She is deeply in love with her husband, and he with her. I am content to be her best friend.”
“I can’t do that.” Naruto replied.
“And that is why I’m helping you.”
The rest of the drive passed in silence. Naruto couldn’t find any words to say, and Mikoto seemed content with that. He didn’t know how she managed it. The years he had secretly been in love with Sasuke had been nothing but pain. He wondered if she went out to pick up women to ease the ache, then realised who it was he was thinking about. He suppressed a small shudder, and tried to fill his mind with thoughts of Sasuke.
Mikoto dropped him off at the bottom of the long drive way leading to the house, just in case. Naruto crossed the lawn quickly, going as far as the ornamental fountain where he and Sasuke had played as children, before turning towards the house, and Sasuke.
The light was on in Sasuke’s room, and he was stood by the open window, gazing up at the starlit sky. Naruto paused, taken by the sight. Sasuke was topless, the soft glow from the moon and stars illuminating his pale skin. His dark eyes were shadowed, and seemed to be fixed on some distant view. Naruto grinned to himself, and stepped into the hazy light cast from Sasuke’s room onto the lawn.
“What light from yonder window shines,” he quoted.
Sasuke glanced down at him, and let out a snort of almost laughter. “I’m surprised; I was sure you slept through Shakespeare in school.”
Naruto grinned up at him. “I was awake for some of it,” he said. “Like I know Romeo and Juliette got together, even though her father was trying to make her marry someone else.”
“I remember that they ended up dying in the end,” Sasuke replied.
“Yup, don’t you think its super romantic that they couldn’t live without each other?”
“I think it was super stupid,” Sasuke replied, stepping back so Naruto could climb the terrace up to his window. “I mean, I get that Romeo never got Juliette’s letter, and so he thought she was really dead, but killing himself? He could have at least avenged her first.”
“I never really got the whole suicide bit; I think I may have been asleep for that one.” Naruto said, climbing over the windowsill and into Sasuke’s room. “Didn’t Juliette drown herself on a bed of flowers?”
“That was Ophelia in Hamlet.”
Naruto shrugged, he didn’t really care about suicidal girls from old plays. He grabbed Sasuke and kissed him, hard and deep until he slumped in Naruto’s arms, boneless and malleable. Naruto walked them over to Sasuke’s bed, their lips still locked together. He could feel Sasuke’s erection against his thigh, and he felt himself harden as anticipation thrummed through him.
Naruto dropped them both on the bed, allowing Sasuke to roll on top of him. He grasped Sasuke’s buttocks and pulled him closer, feeling Sasuke’s hard cock press against his own. Sasuke let out a small whimper, grinding their hips together. Naruto moaned, and rolled them, pinning Sasuke under him. He broke the kiss to raise his head enough to stare into Sasuke’s dark eyes. He reached one hand down the pyjama bottoms that Sasuke was wearing, wrapping his hand around Sasuke’s hard dick. He stroked it slowly, loving the way that Sasuke gasped and writhed under him. He lowered his head, and kissed his way down Sasuke’s throat, nipping at his collarbone with his teeth.
Sasuke’s hands pulled at his t-shirt, trying to get it off. Grinning, Naruto sat up, and pulled the t-shirt off before Sasuke ripped it off him. Sasuke wiggled his way out of his pyjama bottoms, and started to work on Naruto’s jeans.
“Why the rush?” Naruto snickered as he batted Sasuke’s hands away, and stripped off his jeans.
“Because I need you in me, now,” Sasuke replied, his voice husky. He grabbed Naruto’s hand, and guided it to his hole. Naruto groaned as his fingers brushed the slick entrance; Sasuke had been busy while he was waiting for him. Unable to resist, Naruto slipped a finger in. it slid in easily, and Sasuke arched his back with a groan as Naruto pressed against his prostate.
Sasuke moved slowly, fucking himself on Naruto’s finger, his eyes hazy with desire. Naruto bit his lip; his cock ached to be inside Sasuke, feeling his tight heat surrounding him.
Sasuke reached up a hand and cupped Naruto’s cheek; his lips were slightly parted, his cheeks flushed. Naruto almost came as Sasuke said; “I want you, Naruto. I want you to fuck me, hard and fast. I want to feel you in me all day tomorrow.”
“Fuck,” Naruto groaned, pulling his finger out of Sasuke’s ass. He grabbed Sasuke’s legs, and raised them so his knees rested on Naruto’s shoulders. His cock, aching and leaking pre-come was lined up with Sasuke’s hole. Just as he was about to plunge himself deep inside his lover, Sasuke raised a hand, placing it on Naruto’s chest.
“Wait,” he said, “condom.”
That pissed Naruto off. He let Sasuke’s legs drop. “Why?” He snapped, “do you have something to hide?”
“I’m clean,” Sasuke said, “and I’m not fucking about with anyone else, but-”
“You really honestly think I might?” Naruto snapped. “I’m clean too, by the way. Thanks so much for asking. Do you really think I would ever do anything to risk your life?”
“No. I just…I don’t want to think of you being with anyone else. That’s why I didn’t ask. If I didn’t ask, didn’t know, then maybe…maybe it could be like it never happened.” Sasuke turned his head to one side, refusing to meet Naruto’s eyes. At the very least he had the grace to look embarrassed.
“Well, the thought of you with anyone else bothers me, too.” Naruto said. He was still angry; Sasuke had the amazing ability to make even the simplest thing hard. “I’m not going to lie to you, Sasuke. I’ve fucked a lot of other men, but none of them matter, I never loved any of them the way I love you.”
Sasuke turned to face him, his eyes wide. “Naruto, I…” he grabbed Naruto by the back of the head, his fingers tangling in Naruto’s hair, and pulled him down into a kiss. The kiss was fierce; teeth and tongues more than lips. Sasuke’s fingers tugged at Naruto’s hair; Naruto held Sasuke by the shoulders, in a grip he knew was probably bruising Sasuke’s pale skin. He didn’t care; need, lust, love, hate all roiled in his gut, threatening to tear him apart. Only Sasuke did this to him; infuriating, beautiful, arrogant, strong, stubborn Sasuke.
Sasuke twisted, and arched his back, and suddenly, Naruto could feel the puckered flesh of his hole against the head of his cock.
“Fuck me,” Sasuke whispered, pushing against Naruto’s cock.
Naruto felt his tenuous grip on control slip, like a climber clinging to a rock face that was crumbling under his fingers. With a low moan, he gave in, let go, and was falling. He sheathed himself in Sasuke’s body with one long, deep stroke that had Sasuke crying out. Whether it was in pleasure or pain Naruto didn’t know; he didn’t care anymore. All he knew was the heat encasing his cock, warm, tight, slick, perfect. He began thrusting, harsh and deep, taking all of Sasuke for himself, owning him, claiming him.
Sasuke’s legs wrapped around Naruto’s hips, urging him deeper, one hand remained tangled in Naruto’s hair, the other slid between his legs, grasping his cock.
“Harder, Naruto.” Sasuke gasped out, stroking his cock in time with Naruto’s thrusts. “Want to feel you, always.”
Naruto was powerless to resist or refuse Sasuke. The room echoed with the harsh sounds of their flesh slapping together, their grunts, cries and moans. Neither of them was trying to be quiet, and Naruto was glad that the rooms to either side of Sasuke’s were unoccupied.
With a cry of Naruto’s name that shot fire through his balls, Sasuke arched his back and came, long and hard. Naruto could feel his body tremouring with the aftershocks of his orgasm as he continued to thrust into him. It didn’t take him long, not with Sasuke writhing and moaning underneath him. The pressure in his balls and cock became almost unbearable before it peaked, then he was coming, shooting deep inside Sasuke, their hips pressed tight together.
The orgasm seemed to sap all the energy out of him. With a groan, Naruto collapsed on top of Sasuke, his softening dick still buried deep in his ass. They were both breathing heavily, covered in sweat and semen. It was perfect; Naruto could happily just remain like that forever.
“Don’t fall asleep there,” Sasuke said, his voice sounding scratchy. “You’re heavy.”
“You said you wanted to feel me,” Naruto murmured, but he rolled over, lying on his back next to Sasuke. He turned his head to see the other man looking at him. He brushed a fallen strand of dark hair off of Sasuke’s cheek, his hand lingering on the pale flesh, tracing the line of Sasuke’s jaw.
Sasuke let out a soft, contented sigh, and caught Naruto’s hand, tangling their fingers together. “Stay the night,” he murmured.
“You want me to?”
Sasuke snorted softly. “Of course I want you to.”
“I’ll have to leave early in the morning. I think that people might have a few questions if I turn up for breakfast.”
“Next time, don’t leave. No one minds people staying over, and we have enough rooms. Sakura has already practically moved in.”
Trust Sasuke to mention her, and ruin a perfect moment. Naruto bit his lip, stopping the snide comment that threatened to pass his lips.
Sasuke stared at him, one eyebrow raised as if he expected an argument.
“I’m not going to fight with you about her,” Naruto said. “I think you’re wrong, you don’t. All we’ll do is argue round in circles. Time will tell which one of us is right.” And it will be me, he added silently. From the look in Sasuke’s eyes, he did not agree. Well, he would. Naruto grinned. Sasuke was his, and the sooner Sasuke realised it, the better for everyone involved.
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