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Piece by Piece, Back Together	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 8229 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto nor profit of it. Kishimoto owns it.

Chapter List
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Author's note: This chapter was surprisingly hard to write - which is why it's being posted so late. I hope it doesn't come across as rushed!
Thanks to the following reviewers: smint45 and Ela_Distrix
Warnings: Hm, nothing special that really deserves a warning, I think.
I hope you'll like it!
4 Accepting Part 1
He ended up experiencing a couple of other dreams involving Sasuke and them being – naked and doing stuff together.
He suspected that the shirt was to blame – after all, he'd never had this type of dream before Sasuke had given him his shirt. Wearing an Alpha's shirt was clearly fucking with his senses. The logical conclusion would be to remove the shirt and throw it in the laundry, but … Despite the dreams, his heat had eased up as soon as he'd pulled on the shirt.
It was as if he'd been wrapped inside the softest, warmest blanket; one which cradled him carefully, draining away most of the cramps. He was hard pressed to get rid of something when it had aided him so much.
So even with shame like a heavy stone in his stomach, he couldn't bring himself to pull off the shirt and throw it away. For the first time since he could remember, his heat was manageable now, even skirting towards the edge of bearable.
If having weird dreams about his best friend was the price to pay then well …
He couldn't really say he would pay that price without any doubt, but the level of clear-headedness the shirt gave him – it felt like freedom and he was loathe to give that up. It was relieving to feel more like himself when wearing it; his heat still troubled him, would until he would find a partner to help him combat it properly, but it wasn't as bad anymore as it had been at the start.
By Friday morning his heat was gone, disappearing for another month. The clothes he'd worn during these past couple of days, including Sasuke's shirt, were dumped in the laundry basket and he spent ages in the shower, scrubbing himself clean of all the sweat and slick that had accumulated over the past couple of days.
When he stepped out of the shower to dry himself off, he was feeling better, cleaner. Exhaustion still lingered a bit, as it always did right after his heat, but that was easy to ignore, especially when the delicious smell of pancakes drifted upstairs.
Dad had already left for work when Naruto went downstairs, but mum was there, flipping over a third pancake in the pan. She turned around with a smile and gestured to one of the chairs.
"Hey, sweetheart, you feeling better?"
"Yeah, my heat stopped," he replied, dropping down on a chair. "Just a bit tired, but that's all."
She nodded, pushing two pancakes on a plate in front of him. "Well, it's Friday, the last day, so you might as well stay home today too. No point in going back just for one day after all," she said and shrugged, plopping down the bottle with chocolate syrup on the table.
"No complaints from me here," he grinned, snatching the bottle up and squeezing it firmly, drizzling syrup all over his pancakes. He's perfectly fine with skipping two hours of mathematics and chemistry, thank you very much.
She snorted, giving him a mug with milk. "Yeah, didn't think you would complain," she said amused and went back to the pan where a fourth pancake was nearly done. "Let Sasuke-kun know he can come over if he wants to, okay? He can bring over your homework so you won't have fallen too behind when you go back to school next week."
At the mention of the Alpha's name, swallowing the bite of pancake suddenly became a tad harder and it took him a few tries and some milk to get it down without choking in it. "Eh yeah, yeah, I'll text him, ask if he can come over," he said feebly, praying his face wasn't as red as he felt it was.
"Don't know why you're still asking; you know he'll come over either way," she chortled, tugging playfully at his hair. "You've got that boy twisted around your finger, Naru."
"Do not," he protested, swatting her hand away.
She grinned widely, swiping her long hair over her shoulders. "Please, he's as whipped as Minato is."
"Don't need to know that, mum," he grimaced, even though he knew she was right – at least when it concerned his dad. Mum definitely was the one wearing the trousers in their relationship. Dad didn't seem that bothered by it, though.
"We Uzumaki know how to charm Alpha," she said cheerfully, rolling up one pancake and taking a bite from it. "I'm going to start the laundry already; be right back."
He grunted and listened how her footsteps faded away as she made her way to the washing room, humming some song underneath her breath.
Her comments about having Sasuke whipped had him unwillingly remembering one of his dreams, in which Sasuke had been waiting for him on a bed, his eyes half lidded and his arms behind his –
No, he wasn't going to think about it anymore. It was bad enough he had had that type of dreams about his best friend; he definitely wasn't going to think about them when his heat was finally over. He could do without the embarrassment those dreams filled him with. He still needed to be able to look Sasuke in the eye and he wouldn't be able to do that if he kept remembering those dreams.
Everyone has those dreams about their best friends sometimes, he tried to reassure himself, stabbing through a piece of pancake firmly. Especially if that best friend is really attractive.
He wasn't blind; he acknowledged that Sasuke was one of the most handsome men he had met so far. The guy could make a living out of being a model, for fuck's sake. But just because he thought Sasuke was quite attractive, that didn't mean anything else. His heat had just messed with his mind, the unexpected presence of an Alpha scent catching him off guard.
His mind had just latched onto the scent and produced some very realistic dreams to help him cope with his heat, that was all.
His dreams didn't mean anything. He and Sasuke were just best friends.
"Got your homework," Sasuke announced, waving a package in the air as he exchanged his shoes for house slippers. So often was he at Naruto's place that he had his own slippers by now.
"Thanks, didn't have to," Naruto sniffed, accepting the package and scowling down at it.
Even though the school was understandable to an Omega's heat and how that kept them from attending class for at least a couple of days, that didn't mean Naruto looked forward to catching up to all the lessons and homework he'd missed out on these past couple of days. He could only hope none of the teachers had covered anything really difficult during the time he'd been home.
"You're welcome," Sasuke riposted dryly, following him upstairs to Naruto's bedroom. "You feeling okay?"
"I'm fine, not as tired anymore either," Naruto replied, feeling absurdly grateful that Sasuke chose to sit down in the chair instead of on the bed. After those weird dreams he'd had, he didn't think he was ready yet to have the Alpha sitting on his bed any time soon.
As Sasuke collected his own homework and spread it out on the desk, Naruto left the room for a moment, going back downstairs to the washing room. He spotted what he was looking for almost immediately, lying neatly folded on top of other clothes in a dark blue hamper. After grabbing it and retrieving two cans of soda from the fridge, he made his way back upstairs.
"Got your shirt here," he said, dumping the cans on his nightstand for now. "Mum washed it, but, er, I'm not sure whether she got rid of the smell completely." He reddened, embarrassed to admit that he'd been wearing the shirt long enough for the scent of his heat to sink into it. He couldn't immediately catch a whiff of his scent, but then again, picking up on your own smell was a lot harder than catching the scent of someone else.
Sasuke looked up and actually perked up a bit, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "It's fine; it's not like you smell that horrible," he said flippantly and continued before Naruto could remark on that, "Did the shirt help a bit?"
Taken aback, the blond stared at him. "What?"
"The shirt." Sasuke nodded at it. "I only wore it for a bit to keep it clean, but did it at least help you somewhat?"
"Erm, yeah, it – it helped," Naruto replied surprised. "How did you - "
For the first time since Naruto knew him, Sasuke looked a bit bashful and he cleared his throat, admitting, "I read that an Alpha's scent can help reduce the symptoms of an Omega's heat somewhat and I figured I'd – I figured I could help you. You were complaining last month how much your heat sucks, so I thought I could help out this month."
That was actually incredibly thoughtful of the dark haired man. Naruto didn't think the Alpha actually knew how much of an effect his scent would have – he'd only wanted to help and after reading that his scent might help, he probably hadn't read beyond that.
He might have thought twice about giving Naruto his shirt otherwise.
Still, Sasuke had helped him. No matter how embarrassed Naruto became at remembering those dreams, there was no doubt about the fact that his heat had been less intense as soon as he'd started wearing the shirt.
"Yeah, it really helped, thanks," he smiled, holding out the shirt.
Sasuke took it and stuffed it in his bag. "If you'd like I could give you another shirt next month?"
Only the innocent sincerity on his friend's face made Naruto stop himself from vehemently denying the offer. Sasuke didn't know what kind of effect his scent had had on the Omega – apart from the soothing one anyway – and it would be rude to decline his offer.
That and well … Despite the mortifying side effect, the shirt had helped with his heat. He'd be a giant fool not to accept the offer for next month.
Mustering a smile, he replied, "Yeah, that'd be awesome, thanks."
"Good. You need help with history?" Sasuke accepted the soda the other boy offered him next.
"You're going to give me the answers?"
"Like hell I will. I asked whether you needed help, I didn't say I'd do the work for you."
"Hey! Cut me some slack! I just recovered from my heat!"
"If you've got the energy to whine, you're fit enough to do your homework."
"Seriously, what kind of a best friend are you?"
"One who'll kick your arse if you don't stop whining."
"Your sympathy levels are out of this world, did anyone ever tell you that?"
"Naruto, less talking, more working."
Naruto told himself he wasn't disappointed when Sasuke left a couple of hours later, Kakashi having demanded his presence for one thing or another.
There was nothing to be disappointed about. It actually worked out quite well that Sasuke couldn't stay the night. Naruto still needed to change the sheets and after the … dreams of the last couple of days, it'd probably was for the best if their sleepovers were put on hold for a little while at least.
So no, not disappointed at all. That would be ridiculous and stupid and he was neither of those things.
He wasn't.
He'd sworn himself that he wouldn't think about what had happened during his heat. They were nothing but dreams after all; they didn't mean anything, except that perhaps he was a bit more sexually frustrated than he'd thought.
All he had to do was not think about the dreams. Such a simple task, yet …
He was becoming hyper aware of Sasuke's presence whenever the guy was with him – which given that they were best friends, was practically all the time. Sasuke's aura was naturally demanding, but now Naruto had a hard time tearing his eyes off of him. He'd space out in class only to come by and realise he'd been staring at Sasuke's hands for god knew how long. When listening to Sasuke explain something to him, he'd find himself focusing on the way those pale pink lips formed around the words, recalling those same lips sucking bruises in his neck in his dreams.
Spacing out and staring at his friend was already embarrassing on its own, but one particular moment in gym so far held the dubious title of being the most mortifying.
It was two weeks after his heat and they were playing basketball during gym class. In a stroke of luck Naruto and Sasuke were on the same team and they took great enjoyment – well, Sasuke's enjoyment translated itself into a small smirk like always – in snatching the ball away from their opponents and scoring one point after the other. Especially Naruto delighted in seeing the looks of frustration on his classmates' faces when he swiped the ball right from underneath their noses.
They only had around fifteen minutes left before the clock would announce the end of the class, when the game was paused by the sensei. Naruto didn't know exactly why – he thought it was because the two guys arguing with Gai-sensei had been fighting with each other about who had the right to take the ball. Honestly whatever their reason, it was probably a stupid one and Naruto was itching to continue the game.
The winner had been obvious half an hour ago – their team was clearly the superior one in this game – but that didn't mean he didn't want to finish the game properly and he was becoming annoyed with the hold up.
"Just fucking throw the ball out already," he muttered underneath his breath, hopping from one foot to the other one. His shirt stuck to his chest, damp with sweat, and he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. Eugh, gross, he'd need a shower after the game was finished. Else he'd stink up the whole classroom.
Kiba sighed loudly next to him, his arms crossed behind his back. "Mitsuki always has to find something to complain about," he muttered darkly.
Shikamaru shrugged. "Don't really care, man. I'm glad for this break."
"That's only because you're lazy as fuck, Nara. It wouldn't kill you to put in a bit more effort, you know," Kiba snarked. "Maybe then we wouldn't be losing now!"
"As if. You know every team is bound to lose when they go up against Uchiha. What's the point in tiring yourself out when the outcome has already been decided from the start?"
"See, it's loser's mentalities like yours that make teams tank!"
Blue eyes drifted from the two arguing boys to the Alpha in question. Sasuke was a few feet away from him and if he'd heard the conversation between Shikamaru and Kiba, he didn't show it. He was looking at Gai-sensei and the two students with a slight frown on his face and his lips pressed together. He wouldn't ever admit it, but Sasuke had a fierce competitive side and even whilst being comfortably ahead in points, he wouldn't be satisfied until the game was properly finished. This break was probably irritating him as well.
As Naruto watched, Sasuke pulled up his shirt to wipe his face dry and unwillingly, the Omega's eyes were drawn towards the bared skin. The shirt was only raised high enough to reveal his stomach, firm with muscles, and a thin trail of dark hair which disappeared into his gym shorts. The dark hair stood out sharply against the pale skin and absently Naruto wondered just how hard those stomach muscles would feel underneath his hands.
Despite his sparring sessions with Gaara, he hadn't sparred with Sasuke so far, but he had seen the dark haired boy defeating his opponents effortlessly every session, barely breaking a sweat. The constant running and jumping during the game now, however, was making even Sasuke sweat and the blond thought he could see some sweat drops slide down Sasuke's chest, following the V line shape before hitting the waistband. He guessed even the perpetually unruffled Alpha would break a sweat with how long they had been running around, scoring points whenever possible.
Sasuke's arms flexed when he lowered his shirt and stretched out his arms; the frown on his face deepening as the boys continued to argue with the sensei. Naruto wondered how long it had taken Sasuke to grow those firm muscles. He assumed being an Alpha would be an advantage, but not every Alpha in the school looked as muscled as Sasuke did. Not that his friend was overly muscled, more lean looking actually, but there was no denying the fact that Sasuke's muscles were clearly defined.
Honestly, the guy just had to be the whole package, huh? Handsome, smart and muscled – the wet dream of basically everyone with an inclination towards the male sex. Hm, given how muscled Sasuke's arms were, would he actually be able to pick up Naruto?
A slap on his back snapped him out of it and he whipped his head around startled. "What?"
Kiba nodded to Gai-sensei, who was repeatedly clapping the two boys' backs. "Seems like the game is about to start again, thank fuck."
"There's only five more minutes left, can't we just go to the showers?" Shikamaru muttered dismayed.
"Seriously, dude, a bit more enthusiasm wouldn't kill you!"
"No, but it might hurt me."
"That doesn't even make sense!"
The two started bickering again – had they even stopped before? – but Naruto stood there frozen, the red flush on his cheeks having nothing to do with the sweat he'd worked up during the game, as he realised to his horror that he'd actually been ogling his best friend.
Fuck, he really needed to get a grip!
He didn't know what the hell was wrong with him. Ever since his heat, it was as if he couldn't look at or talk to Sasuke anymore without flashes of his heat fuelled dreams reminding him that he'd had sex dreams about his best friend. Sasuke stretched his arms and Naruto would stupidly wonder whether they would feel as firm as they had done in his dreams.
The Alpha would lick his lips and an urge would hit the blond to test out whether they were indeed as soft as they had felt like during his heat. Black eyes would look at him and all Naruto could think of was recalling how those same black eyes had been filled with a fire, one which had consumed the Omega whole in his dreams, glowing with lust and awe as his hands had mapped out the blond's body reverently.
It was fucking embarrassing.
Why the hell couldn't he just let this go? They had only been dreams, ones spurred on by the scent. He was getting all worked up for nothing; he was willing to bet other people sometimes had sex dreams about their friends too and they probably didn't act like such an idiot about it.
He just needed to stop thinking about it, before Sasuke would think something was amiss. His friend was already eyeing him weirdly whenever Naruto spaced out. He just – needed to stop being such an idiot about it.
So what if he'd had some dreams? They didn't mean anything and he'd be very stupid if he let them get in between him and his best friend. He needed to get over his embarrassment before Sasuke would think something was wrong.
Nothing was wrong. They were just best friends. All those stupid thoughts he'd been having about the other boy lately – they were just that: stupid. They'd go away on their own.
He just needed to stop thinking about them.
"You don't have a date to the Winter Ball yet?" Kiba stared at him amazed, fumbling with the apple when it came down again after he'd thrown it up in the air.
Naruto frowned, sucking the last bit of milk through his straw before crushing the carton. "No, why would I? I'm not interested in anyone." He shrugged, dumping the crushed milk carton on his tray.
Kiba cocked his head. "Huh, I thought for sure somebody would have asked you out." He squinted, balancing in his chair on two legs.
"Nope, nobody asked me."
The school had been buzzing about the Winter Ball for more than a month already. The ball would be held right before their winter break would start and according to what Naruto had picked up, it was an event every student in their year had to experience, some kind of rite of passage.
The halls were decorated with silver and blue garlands; fake snow dusting the windowsills. The gym room had been off limits for more than a week now as the student council set about decorating it for the ball; the gym room being the only one big enough to host all the students of their year. Flyers announcing the date and place of the ball covered the walls from view and it was all the girls could talk about lately. They would giggle with their friends, glancing at guys they were interested in and teasing each other about who would ask who for the ball.
Guys were coming up with creative ways – one more creative than the other – to ask out the girl of their dreams to the ball and more than once already Naruto had had to cover his ears to prevent his eardrums from being shattered when a girl was a tad too enthusiastic in saying yes.
He didn't really understand the fuss about this whole Winter Ball. So it was an evening of dancing and drinking – what was so special about that?
"So you're not going?"
"Nah, not really interested. You?"
Immediately a goofy smile appeared on Kiba's face and he nodded. "Yeah, I asked Hinata-chan out and she said yes!" He sounded like he still couldn't believe his luck.
Hinata was a rather shy, dark haired girl in their class. Naruto hadn't talked that much with her yet as she usually hang around with her cousin Neji, who was a standoffish arsehole on his best days and an unbearable arrogant prick on his worst, but the few times he had talked to her, she had come across as sweet and friendly. A bit of a stutter, but Naruto thought that was more related to her shyness.
"She seems nice," he smiled. "I'm surprised her cousin didn't crush your balls yet, though."
Despite not even having been here for a year yet, even Naruto knew just how protective Neji was of his cousin. He'd spotted more than one guy sporting a black eye or nursing a bloody nose because they had dared to ask out Hinata.
Kiba winced; his chair coming down hard. "Yeah, about that – he doesn't know yet."
Naruto stared at him before whistling. "Yeah, you're fucked, mate. It's been good to have known you."
Kiba whined and dropped his head down on the table in defeat.
"Are you attending the Winter Ball?" Naruto asked later that evening when he and Sasuke were sitting in front of the television, watching some detective series. It would still be a few hours before his mum would come home, having gone to dad's police station to have a meeting with the boss there.
She was now seriously considering going back to her job as police officer and was thinking about working at the same place as her husband as she had done before.
Sasuke turned his head, staring at him incredulously.
"What?" Naruto asked defensively, throwing a crisp at him.
Batting the crisp away, Sasuke snorted and turned his attention to the television again. "No, why would I? It's not really my thing. Why do you ask?"
"Oh, no reason. Kiba asked me today whether I was going with someone, so I got curious, I guess," Naruto said and shrugged. "Oh, did you know he asked out Hinata-chan? She said yes, so they're going to the ball together."
Sasuke grunted, sounding somewhat amused when he replied, "It's his funeral."
The blond hummed his agreement before falling silent again, watching how the camera zoomed in on a couple of hair strands that the pathologist had plucked from underneath the victim's nails with a pair of tweezers.
"You want to go or so?" Sasuke asked after a while, breaking the silence.
Blue eyes blinked, the question tearing them away from the screen. "Er, never really considered it to be honest," Naruto replied slowly. "Don't have anyone to go with anyway, so it's a moot question."
"Hm, well, you want to go with me then?"
The question didn't register at first, because the words sounded so odd coming from the Alpha who despised social events, but when it finally did, Naruto's eyes widened and he whipped his head around.
"Wait, what? You want to go with me?" he asked stumped, completely taken aback by the unexpected inquiry.
"Yeah, if you want, that is."
Before Naruto could think twice or stop himself, his mouth opened and he answered, "Yeah, sure, if you don't think it'd be weird."
"Why would it be weird?" Sasuke retorted calmly before going back to watching the series.
And that was that apparently. He and Sasuke would be attending the Winter Ball together.
What.
"I never thought I'd see the day my baby would be attending a school ball." Mum sounded way too delighted for something as stupid as a school ball.
"It's just a ball, ma," Naruto muttered, holding the robin egg blue shirt in front of him, studying himself in the mirror.
With only a few days left until the ball, Naruto had finally confided into his mum that he would be attending it and she had instantly declared it was time for a shopping trip, stating he couldn't attend a ball in the clothes he normally wore.
He didn't understand why he couldn't, but he knew better than to go against his mum's demands, so here he was now, in a clothing store at the mall, trying to figure out which colour of shirt he'd wear with the black jeans his mum had picked out already. He could only thank his lucky stars she wouldn't force him into a pair of actual slacks.
Well, robin egg blue definitely wasn't the right colour. Clucking his tongue, he threw the shirt down on the chair next to him and selected a dark green one.
"It's not just a ball, Naruto," Mum sniffed and tsk'd when he held up the shirt. "No, that one goes too. It doesn't really match your eyes well."
"It's green," he muttered, but obeyed and made it join the pile of the rejected shirts – that pile was growing increasingly taller to his great concern. How long had they been here in the store already?
"Who did you say was taking you to the ball?"
"I didn't," he said distracted, fishing out a pale purple shirt. One look at the colour had him grimacing and he threw it next to him without even holding it up. "Sasuke's taking me."
"Sasuke-kun asked you out?" She sounded stunned and he turned his head, narrowing his eyes at her.
"To the ball, yes. As friends," he retorted sharply, knowing full well which implication of the verb 'asking out' she had latched onto.
"As friends, hm?" She eyed him sceptically.
"As friends, yes," he said annoyed, holding out a soft yellow shirt in front of him.
"You know, there's nothing wrong with falling in l-"
"We're friends, ma."
She held up her hands and sighed. "All right, just friends. But Naruto – I don't think 'just friends' would spend hours in one store just to find a shirt," she said meaningfully.
He froze; his fingers curling around the fabric of the shirt. "You're exaggerating; we haven't been - "
"We arrived here after your last class, and seeing as you got out of school earlier, we got here by three thirty. It's now almost six o'clock and your dad already called me once to ask where we were."
His ears were ringing faintly and he could only stare at himself in the mirror, seeing himself holding up the umpteenth shirt as the pile of dismissed ones towered tall next to him.
He hadn't realised – why was he spending so much time on finding a shirt? It was just a stupid shirt for a stupid ball. What did it matter what colour it was? It shouldn't matter, but –
In the back of his mind he'd been wondering what kind of colour Sasuke would like to see him in. He'd actually been wondering which colour would be good enough for this, which shirt would attract Sasuke's attention.
That wasn't – he wasn't –
He was behaving like someone with a crush.
He was standing here in the store, hours later, trying to pick out a shirt, and nothing was good enough. Nothing seemed good enough to attend the ball with Sasuke and –
It shouldn't be that important, right? The colour of his shirt. It was just for going to the ball.
It was just to go to the ball with Sasuke.
Sasuke, his best friend.
It wasn't like he – like he was – there was no way he …
Oh god, what was he going to do?
AN2: I hope this didn't come across as rushed. As this is part 1 (again, I know, bear with me, please) we'll go deeper into Naruto's thoughts in the next part. The next part will also contain something I think you'll like :)
Please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me.
I hope to see you all back in the next chapter!
Cuddles
Melissa
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