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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: Thank you to Brittani and moodysavage for their reviews of chapter four :3 I'm always happy to receive feedback. Thanks also go to the raters, and everyone who has read this story, I hope you have been enjoying it!
Here's chapter five, please let me know what you think ^^. Oh, and anyone who feels the need to beat Sasuke about the head with a big stick at any point in this story, please feel free to do so ;)

Chapter Five
June 24^th – 2 months and 21 days to the wedding
Sasuke had been feeling strange over the last few days. It had taken him a while to realise what it was; this odd new feeling that had his heart fluttering and made him want to randomly burst into laughter. Finally, it dawned on him; he was happy. For what seemed like the first time in his life, he was actually happy. Itachi had been feeling better, and had even managed to go out for a short while; Neji and Sasuke had wheeled him around the gardens in his wheel chair, and he had even managed to walk a few steps. His father had praised him for his work on a business proposal. And then there was Naruto. Since they had started to have sex, it seemed like he loved him even more.
The only blight on his new, perfect existence was Sakura, and the impending wedding. For some reason, since they had set the date, she appeared to have had a personality transplant. She was clingy, needy, and seemed to want his input in every part of the planning, which was weird, because she had said that she already had everything sorted. And he was pretty sure that she was trying to sneak into his room at night. The thought of it had him breaking out in a cold sweat, and not just because Naruto was there most nights. He actually thought he would rather have her wander in on him and Naruto, locked together in the midst of very dirty, passionate sex, than have her trying to snuggle up to him.
He had spent the morning in one of the many Uchiha offices around the city. Fugaku mainly worked from home, or just got other people to do the work for him. Sasuke liked to see the people who worked for them, and keep his finger on the pulse of the different businesses his family controlled. Now he was going to meet up with Naruto in the gym, before getting ready to attend the ridiculous charity event his mother had managed to rope him into.
There had been a time when going to the gym with Naruto was the worst sort of torture. The amount of times Sasuke had longed to lick at the sweat trailing down Naruto’s back, to follow him into the shower, and take his cock into his mouth. He supposed that he still shouldn’t do those things, but at least now he could have Naruto in his bed later, instead of having to go out and find some random stranger to fuck the frustration away.
Since the weather was nice, Sasuke sent his security team ahead in his car, deciding to walk the short distance to the gym. One of his main goals in life, apart from being the perfect heir and getting Naruto in his bed, was to avoid his three minders. Fugaku insisted that he take them with him whenever he went out alone. Sasuke, being the perfect heir, did take them with him, at least when he went out during the day time. Since Fugaku never said anything about keeping them with him, Sasuke had become quite adept at ditching his security detail. Ironically, he only ever seemed to be recognised when they were with him.
He was strolling down the street, lost in a Naruto fantasy, when a flick of pinkish-blonde hair caught his eye. Sakura was sat at a table outside one of the Hokage Tea Bars that littered the city. There was a strange looking man, with jade green eyes, and bright red hair sitting opposite her. Sasuke frowned. He had never seen the guy before, and he wondered if he was one of Sakura’s friends. He figured that she must have some, but he had never been introduced to any; the only time they really socialised together outside the family was at public functions. He supposed that he should introduce himself; if the red-head was one of Sakura’s friends, he was probably invited to the wedding, and he really should know at least some of the guests.
“Hi, Sakura,” he said, coming up behind her.
His fiancée jumped, and almost spilled her tea. “Sasuke!” She exclaimed, spinning around to face him. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”
He shrugged, wondering why she was so jumpy. “I’ve just been at the Sharingan building, checking out the new offices,” he said. His eyes flicked to Sakura’s friend. “I’m Sasuke Uchiha,” he said, once it became clear that Sakura wasn’t going to introduce them. He held out his hand.
“Gaara,” was the curt reply. Sasuke’s outstretched hand was ignored.
“Gaara was just helping me sort some things for the wedding,” Sakura said.
Sasuke glanced at Gaara. The red-head was staring at him in a manner that could only be called menacing. He wondered what he had done in the last minute to upset the guy. Maybe he was just like that all the time. If that was the case, no wonder Sakura was edgy.
There was an awkward pause. Sasuke retracted his outstretched arm; Sakura began tearing at her napkin, creating fake confetti that scattered across the table in the breeze. Gaara continued to stare.
“Well, I’m just off down the gym, so see you later?” He really didn’t want to stand around being glared at any longer, and a sweaty Naruto awaited him.
“OK,” Sakura replied, grinning weakly at him. Gaara just stared.
Sasuke left with a wave, belatedly realising that Sakura had left him alone. Maybe she was over the whole clingy thing, and it had just been a product of the excitement of having a date for the wedding. Maybe she would go back to normal. Sasuke hoped so; he missed being able to talk to her.
He found Naruto already in the gym, which was to be expected; Naruto hated waiting for anything. Sasuke took a moment to enjoy the view; Naruto was wearing knee length shorts and a vest top, which showed off the muscles in his calves and arms very nicely. He was running on one of the treadmills that lined a whole wall of the spacious gym. The wall was glazed, so you could look out over the city to the countryside beyond. Both the Uchiha and Uzumaki mansions were visible in the distance.
Naruto had earphones in; he liked to listen to music when he worked out. He was so enthralled with whatever band that he was listening to that he didn’t notice as Sasuke took the treadmill next to his. Sasuke fiddled with the settings, setting the pace for a brisk jog, glancing at Naruto out of the corner of his eye. He much preferred running outside, but the last time that they had tried, running along the lanes between the Uchiha and Uzumaki mansions, Sasuke’s minders had followed, in a car. Naruto had almost wet himself laughing, and after that, all of Sasuke’s running had been done in the gym.
Naruto’s eyes flicked towards him, and a sunny grin lit up his face. It was the sort of smile that turned Sasuke’s insides to goo.
“I thought you weren’t going to make it,” Naruto said, pulling out his earphones.
“I walked,” Sasuke replied. “It’s nice to get at least a bit of fresh air.” He bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself grinning like a fool in return to the sunny smile that Naruto shot at him. “And I saw Sakura on the way here.”
The sun went behind a particularly stormy cloud as Naruto scowled. Mentioning Sakura’s name seemed to be having that effect on him recently. Sasuke would much rather never mention her or the wedding around Naruto, but he was his best friend, and the only person Sasuke could really talk to. And that Gaara guy had been weird; he wanted Naruto’s opinion.
“She was with some guy,” he continued.
Naruto snorted. “You jealous?”
“No, why would I be? He was just…strange. I don’t think he liked me. And Sakura seemed different around him.”
“Maybe he’s Sakura’s secret lover. Could be that she’s had enough of masturbating over a picture of you, and has decided that she wants a bit of cock to fill her instead.”
Sasuke glared at Naruto. The gym wasn’t exactly crowded, but there were people near enough to hear their conversation.
“Don’t be crass.” He hissed. “Anyway, girls don’t do thinks like…that.”
Naruto let out a snort of laughter. “What? Masturbate or cheat? Keep on believing that if you want, Sasuke.”
Sasuke shook his head; he couldn’t imagine Sakura doing anything sexual. She was a sweet girl; he had never actually spoken to her about it, but he was pretty sure that she was still a virgin. How did a girl masturbate? He wondered, then decided that he probably didn’t want to know. He had taken biology, and knew what was down there; thinking about it made him a little bit nauseous. To take his mind off of it, he watched Naruto. The shorts hid his ass, which was a shame because Naruto had such a nice ass; it made Sasuke want to bite it. He imagined Naruto wearing something tighter, that gripped his ass and moulded tight against his cock. Sasuke felt his own dick harden at the thought, and was suddenly very glad that his own clothing was loose
He wondered how long they would have before the Charity Ball thing that evening. It was such a pain; all he wanted to do was drag Naruto to his bed, and fuck him brainless. The Ball would be an evening of being around Naruto, without being able to touch him. And then, the date from the ridiculous auction would be the following night. Another night away from Naruto. He wondered if there was any way he could get out of it. Though he would have to get Naruto to agree to skip it, too, and for some reason, the idiot actually seemed to be looking forward to it.
“Are you going to stay over tonight?” Sasuke asked softly.
Naruto heard him. “That Ball’s being held at your house tonight,” he replied, “won’t it be a bit risky? I might be caught sneaking out of your room.”
“I don’t care.”
“Yes you do, or I wouldn’t need to be sneaking around.”
Sasuke scowled. Trust Naruto to be awkward in a public place, where Sasuke couldn’t just kiss him into submission. “Will you stay?” He asked again.
“As long as you actually attend the Ball. My mum put a lot of effort into this, and I’m sure lots of silly girls will beggar themselves for a chance at a date with you.”
“And that doesn’t bother you?” Sasuke asked doubtfully. The whole thing would be a bit easier to bear if Naruto had been jealous.
“It’s just a date, Sasuke. It’s not like they’re paying to sleep with you, or marry you. You give that away for free.”
“Sakura will probably win, anyway. I really don’t want to spend the whole evening with her. She probably will think she’s won the right to sleep with me.”
Naruto stopped his treadmill and stared at Sasuke. “Hasn’t she?” Naruto asked. “You’re marrying her in three months; it’s sort of part of the marriage deal.”
Sasuke carried on running, his eyes fixed on the distant Uchiha Mansion. “I have to impregnate her,” he said. “That shouldn’t take too many tries. Hopefully I can do it in one.” He really hoped that he could; he didn’t think he would be able to stomach it, otherwise.
“Sometimes, I really hate you,” Naruto said, his voice soft. “Congratulations, Sasuke. You’ve done something I didn’t think was possible; you’ve actually made me feel sorry for Sakura. I hope she’s barren.”
He stalked out of the gym. Sasuke stopped his treadmill, staring at Naruto’s retreating back. He knew that letting Naruto calm down would be for the best, rather than chasing after him, but Naruto’s words had stung. Grabbing his water bottle, Sasuke followed Naruto into the changing rooms. Naruto was the only one in there, so Sasuke shut the door, pulling a bench in front of it to barricade them in. He did not want any interruptions.
“Why are you so pissed off?” he demanded. “I would have thought that you would prefer it if I didn’t sleep with her.”
Naruto turned from the open locker he had been rummaging in to glare at Sasuke. “Of course I would,” he replied, “I would also prefer it if you didn’t marry her. As I have said before, I think that this marriage is a ridiculous idea. You can keep your father happy without ruining our lives, Sasuke. And I am including Sakura in this, as well as you and me. I thought you liked her. How could you do this to someone you consider a friend?”
Sasuke clenched his fists; he did not want to be hearing this from Naruto. He had buried that guilt deep, and here Naruto was unearthing it and leaving him bare.
“As I keep on saying,” Sasuke snapped, “I don’t want to be doing any of this. I will make Sakura happy; there are ways other than sex.”
“Yeah, because that’s what you use for me,” Naruto said, his voice tight.
The look in his blue eyes was intense; blue flame, burning cold. Sasuke had never seen him this angry before. For some reason, the look went straight to his cock; he wanted to take the violence that had Naruto shaking into his body, claim it for his own. It was a mad thought, but something that Sasuke couldn’t shake.
“Does it make you happy?” Sasuke asked softly.
Naruto slammed the open locker door shut, and stalked towards Sasuke.
“You make me miserable,” Naruto hissed; “sometimes I don’t know whether I love you or hate you.”
“Yet you won’t let me go.”
“I should,” Naruto replied, still moving towards Sasuke. Sasuke’s back was to the door; there was only a bare meter between them. He couldn’t resist a last, needling comment.
“You won’t,” Sasuke breathed, “not ever. “ He kept eye contact with Naruto, struggling not to drown in the icy depths of his gaze, “I’m yours, more than I’ll ever be hers; I’m yours. Marriage won’t change that, sex won’t change it. I belong to you, Naruto.” He wished that he could make Naruto see the truth of it; whatever part he played in public with Sakura, the truth was what lay between them. Nothing would change that, not even death, though loosing Naruto would likely destroy him. Sasuke was Naruto’s, and Naruto was Sasuke’s.
Naruto grabbed him by the shoulders, and slammed him against the door. Then his mouth was on Sasuke’s, possessive, greedy, angry, demanding. Sasuke opened his mouth to the kiss, feeling Naruto’s teeth catch at his lips, tasting blood on his tongue. The pain was intoxicating, and it made him harder.
Sasuke wiggled in Naruto’s grasp, and managed to pull a hand free, feeling Naruto’s nails scratch at his skin. Still kissing, he managed to strip of his jogging bottoms, and pull down Naruto’s shorts enough to free his engorged cock.
No words were spoken, but Naruto seemed to understand what Sasuke was doing. He gripped Sasuke around the waist, lifting him. The movement broke their kiss. Sasuke wrapped his legs around Naruto’s waist, and his arms around his neck. He stared down into Naruto’s eyes; they were still hard with anger, which was good. Normally, Naruto would never allow this, but Sasuke wanted it, needed it. He shifted, until Naruto’s cock was lined up with his hole. Bracing his shoulder blades against the door, Sasuke bore down. It was hard, with only sweat and pre-come as lube and the awkwardness of the position, and when the head pierced his rim, Sasuke hissed at the burning pain. It didn’t stop him from sinking down, burying Naruto deep within himself.
Tears pricked at his eyes with the deep ache of being filled so completely without any preparation. He didn’t think his cock had ever been harder. The pain felt so good, it was almost pleasure, then there was no almost as Naruto began to thrust into him. Slowly, because of the position, but so hard and deep that Sasuke was practically mewling with pleasure.
Sasuke lowered one leg onto the bench keeping the door shut to bear some of his weight. It allowed him to meet each thrust with a jerk of his own hips. All the while, he kept eye contact with Naruto, watching the ice melt, knowing that Naruto felt it too; the deep connection between them.
I love you, Sasuke thought; I love you, I love you, I love you. He might have said it out loud; he didn’t know because he was coming, hard and long, the pleasure overwhelming him, causing his breath to come out in deep sobs. He felt Naruto pulse inside him, then the emptiness as his cock slipped out of Sasuke’s ass, limp and spent.
Sasuke allowed Naruto to untangle him; his legs were shaky, and he didn’t think they would hold his weight. He propped himself up with the door; the ache in his ass warned him against sitting on the hard wooden bench. Wetness trickled down his thigh, and he hoped it was only come. In retrospect, dry sex in a gym changing room wasn’t the smartest idea.
Naruto grabbed his hand, and led him to the showers, silent. For some reason, Sasuke suddenly found it hard to meet Naruto’s eyes. He let himself be led, leaning against the wall as Naruto turned on the shower. He watched as Naruto washed himself, his eyes following the trail of soap down his back and between his ass cheeks. He wanted to lick the trail, but his body didn’t seem to be able to move.
He passively allowed Naruto to wash him, revelling in the feeling of his strong hands all over his body. Naruto turned him to face the wall, and gently probed at his ass. Sasuke shuddered, an aftershock of pleasure tingling through his balls.
“I don’t hate you,” Naruto said, breaking the silence.
“I wouldn’t blame you if you did,” Sasuke found himself saying. Naruto really had managed to fuck him stupid. He forced himself to turn around and face Naruto.
“I should hate you,” Naruto said. “Sometimes, I wish I did. It would be easier. I just can’t.”
Sasuke reached out, and placed his palm against Naruto’s cheek. A soft smile spread on Naruto’s face, but his eyes were still sad. Sasuke hated that; he longed to make Naruto happy, to have the full sunshine of his grin directed at him.
A loud banging on the door had them leaping apart. Sasuke’s legs were still wobbly, and he almost fell on his tender posterior. Naruto dragged him out of the showers, and threw a towel at him. He had managed to fumble it around his waist by the time that Naruto had removed the bench from in front of the door.
Thankfully, it wasn’t anyone they knew. The guy still gave them a weird look as he walked to the far end of the room.
Sasuke and Naruto dressed quickly and quietly, before dashing out of the changing room. Once they were a good distance away, Naruto stopped and let out a howl of laughter that he had obviously been holding in for some time.
“Did you see his face?” He gasped, letting out another gale of laughter.
Sasuke scowled. “He obviously knew what we were doing,” he said, “what if he tells someone?”
Naruto snorted. “Who would he tell? And how would anyone know it was us? Oh, and for the record, I really don’t care. I’m gay and in love with you, I don’t care who knows it.”
“I care,” Sasuke said tersely.
“I don’t care that you care,” Naruto responded.
“Stop being such a child,” Sasuke snapped, starting down the corridor. Each step sent a jolt through his ass; not pain exactly, just an ache reminding him of what they had done.
“Nothing childish about the way I just fucked you,” Naruto called after him.
Sasuke spun around. The corridor was empty, but anyone could be in one of the rooms leading from it. Naruto had a small, smug grin on his face, a look that made Sasuke want to punch him, then kiss him.
“I’ll see you tonight,” Sasuke said, resisting the urge to go back to Naruto, “and you will be staying over.”
He spun on his heel and stalked away before he did something stupid, like drag Naruto into the yoga room for round two.
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The Ball was well attended, as one would expect from an event organised by Mikoto and Kushina. It was strictly ticket only, with each ticket selling for £100.00. All proceeds would be going to the charity of the day. Sasuke thought that it was either some sort of disease research, or possibly to feed baby pandas. You could never be too sure where Kushina was concerned.
The event took place in the Ball Room of the Uchiha mansion, which took up almost half of the floor plan of the ground floor. There was a raised dais at the back end of the room, where a band was currently playing. Later, it would be the site of the dreaded auction. Sasuke wondered again how he had managed to get roped into that. Tables lined one side of the hall, where people could sit and eat the buffet that had been laid out. The majority of the floor was set aside for dancing. Mikoto had hired extra staff for the event, and they wandered smoothly through the couples on the dance floor, offering champagne and hors d'oeuvres
Sasuke had managed to avoid the dancing, so far. He liked dancing when his partner was hard and male pressed up against him, and the beat was pounding in his ears. The genteel dancing at these sort of functions bored him. Naruto was in the thick of it with Hinata, dancing to a tune in his head, or at least so Sasuke thought; Naruto and Hinata were dancing almost twice as fast as the other couples lazily spinning to the soft swing played by the band.
He spotted Sakura coming towards him, and quickly slid from his seat. The Ball had been going on for two hours, and so far he had spent the majority of it avoiding Sakura, while Naruto stubbornly avoided him. He had tried to go after Naruto on the dance floor earlier, only to be accosted by a large breasted blonde woman, who had insisted on him dancing with her. Sakura had not been impressed. Sasuke had been even less impressed. Naruto had laughed.
Someone grabbed his arm, and Sasuke turned to snarl at them, only to find himself face to face with Naruto.
“It’s almost time for the auction,” Naruto said.
Sasuke groaned. “Do you think they’ll let me off if I start projectile vomiting?” He asked.
“Eww, no. Just remember it’s all for a good cause.”
Sasuke allowed himself to be lead up to the dais. The band had stopped playing and were shifting their stuff around. Mikoto and Kushina were standing off to one side, surrounded by a group of similarly doomed bachelors. For some reason, most of them looked pretty happy to be traded on like they were a slab of meat. It would be different if it were women being auctioned off, Sasuke thought sourly. There would be hoards of females protesting that it was sexist. Stupid double standards of the bloody feminist movement.
Sasuke found himself stood on the dais with Naruto on one side, and a fat guy on the other; he was probably only there because it was the only way he would get a date. Naruto still seemed suspiciously bubbly as Kushina stepped up to the microphone at the front of the stage.
“OK, before we begin, I’d like to thank you all for coming and showing your support for the new pulmonary research centre that we are funding. Every penny raised will go to buying equipment.” Kushina paused, and the guests gave a round of polite applause. Sasuke noticed Itachi sat at the back of the hall. He was in his wheel chair, with Neji standing over him like some sort of protective shadow. Itachi caught Sasuke’s eye, and shot him a smirk. Clearly he was enjoying the fact that Sasuke was standing there, and not him. Sasuke scowled at him.
“So now,” Kushina continued, “here comes the part that you’ve all been waiting for; the auction.” She grinned; there were several cat calls and whistles.
Sasuke rolled his eyes. Sakura had managed to push her way to the front of the crowd around the dais, a determined look on her face. Her family had pedigree, the main reason why Fugaku was behind the marriage, but very little money. The Uchiha family were footing the bill for the wedding, and Sasuke wondered if his mother had donated any money to Sakura to bid on him. Naruto insisted that Mikoto knew about them, but as far as Sasuke could see, she was as involved in planning the wedding as the rest of his family. Judging by the crowd of women shooting him approving looks, Sakura was going to need all the help she could get if she was going to win him. And Sasuke found himself hoping that she did win; some of the looks the other women were giving him were downright predatory. At least he knew where he stood with Sakura.
“Now, we have a surprise twist to this auction,” Kushina continued; “You won’t be bidding on just the one; we’ll be giving you two boys for your money.”
The crowd cheered; Sakura frowned. Sasuke glanced at Naruto, who was grinning from ear to ear. A sudden nagging suspicion ate at him as his mother approached holding a top hat.
Kushina reached into the hat and pulled out two crumpled up pieces of paper. “We will be pairing the guys randomly,” she announced, “and the first pair up on the auction block are…Sasuke Uchiha and Naruto Uzumaki!”
Sasuke was willing to wager his shares in the Uchiha Corporation that those weren’t the names on the pieces of paper; Kushina had barely even glanced at them.
“Ohh, we’re first,” Naruto said, grabbing Sasuke’s wrist and dragging him to the front of the stage, waving theatrically with his other hand.
“You planned this,” Sasuke hissed at him.
Naruto shot him a look so innocent it had cherub wings. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said. “It’s just the luck of the draw.”
“Ok, I’m going to start the bidding at five hundred pounds,” Kushina said.
Sakura’s arm raised into the air as if powered by a piston.
“One thousand pounds,” a soft voice said. Sasuke glanced down at the crowd to see Hinata, her face crimson, with her hand in the air. Sakura glared at her.
“One thousand five hundred,” Sakura snapped before Kushina could even acknowledge either of the bids.
“Three thousand,” Hinata responded.
Then all hell broke loose. Sasuke had no idea how Kushina kept track of all the bids. The busty blond woman, who was probably old enough to be their mother under all the plastic surgery, was particularly keen, but for every bid made, Hinata quietly met it. Sasuke wondered where she was getting the money from. The Hyuuga family was rich, but he doubted that Hiashi would approve of Hinata spending the family money on a date. Sakura dropped out, defeated, around the ten thousand mark. Sasuke almost felt sorry for her.
The last two bidders were Hinata and the blonde woman.
“Thirty five thousand,” the blonde said, shooting Hinata a glare.
Hinata smiled serenely. “Fifty thousand.” She said.
The blonde slumped with a sigh. For some reason, Kushina looked incredibly pale. “Do I hear any more bids?” she asked finally.
The room was silent, all eyes turned to Hinata. Her blush deepened.
Kushina let out a small sigh. “Sold to Hinata Hyuuga for fifty thousand pounds.”
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The remainder of the Ball passed surprisingly fast; Sakura had retreated to her room early, though she had spent a good half hour before going sobbing on Sasuke’s shoulder, berating herself for being impoverished and worthless. Sasuke was quite glad once she had gone; he really didn’t like seeing her upset, but there wasn’t a lot he could do about it. The date was for charity, and it was with Naruto and Hinata, so it wasn’t like she had any reason to worry.
Once Sakura was out of the way, Sasuke spent the rest of his time keeping an eye on Naruto. The last thing he wanted was for the blond to sneak out. He didn’t think that Naruto was still pissed at him, but it was hard to tell. His ass still ached from the afternoon; not a lot, just a slight burn that had him thinking of Naruto every time he took a step.
As the guests began to file out, Sasuke decided that he had waited long enough. He grabbed Naruto, and dragged him out of the Ball room. Checking that the coast was clear, he tangled his fingers in Naruto’s hair, and pulled him into a kiss. Naruto’s mouth opened against his, returning the kiss with a languid flick of his tongue. Naruto’s mouth tasted of strawberries. Sasuke pulled away from the kiss, licking his lips.
“You know, if you wanted me to take you out to dinner, you could have just asked,” he said. “You didn’t need to make Hinata spend fifty thousand pounds.”
Naruto grinned at him. “It wasn’t my idea,” he said. “Besides, I bet you wouldn’t have.”
“I would. Ask me, and I’ll take you out to dinner.”
Naruto let out a snort of laughter. He backed away from Sasuke, the light from the ball room hitting his face and casting a halo around him. Sasuke, left in the shadows, felt strangely bereft for a moment.
“You are taking me out for dinner, remember. And I’m bringing Hinata as my date. Good night, Sasuke.” He turned back to the Ball Room.
“Wait,” Sasuke called out, his arm reaching towards Naruto on its own volition.
Naruto paused, and turned towards him.
“You’re staying with me tonight,” Sasuke said. Naruto looked at him for a long moment, one golden eyebrow raised.
“Why? I bet your ass is too sore for sex.”
Sasuke scowled at him. “It doesn’t always have to be about sex,” he said. He wasn’t going any further than that, wasn’t going to admit that he slept easier with Naruto beside him. He wasn’t going to say how he loved waking up to the feel of Naruto holding him, how he would watch the blond as he slept, snoring and drool and all, and fall a bit more in love with him each time.
Somehow, though, Naruto got it. He smiled softly. “No, it doesn’t,” he said.
He followed Sasuke up the stairs.
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