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Once in a Blue Moon	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 4105 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 4
- 5
- 6
Author's note: I'm really glad to see so many people enjoying this story :D
Thanks to the following reviewers: Anon; smint45 and Lil-lo (Sasuke won't be happy at all when he hears what Gaara's previous doctor has to say)
Warnings: lime; light drama
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Kishimoto owns it.
I hope you'll enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 5
Two weeks went by without a call of Naruto and Sasuke could only deduce from that that either Naruto hadn't discussed the suggestion of an examination with Gaara yet or he had and he was trying to convince the Alpha to actually go through with it.
Not that he had much time to contemplate why exactly there hadn't been a call yet; he was swamped with work: both with examining patients and paperwork and he usually arrived home very late. The only contact he had with his family during those weeks was through phone as he simply couldn't take time off to drive over to his brother and his family.
Valentine's day went by in a rush of meeting patients, dodging Karin's attempts to ask him out and throwing several cards and chocolates in the trash bin. For ten stupid minutes he had entertained the thought of delivering a box of chocolates – the best, of course, none of that supermarket stuff – to Naruto before he realised that that would be a very idiotic thing to do. He knew he was on thin ice now and he didn't want to risk pushing the blond away.

A couple of days after Valentine's day, it was another rainy day. It was also the first day when he only had three patients scheduled, which after such a heavy workload was something he appreciated. He loved doing his work, but even he needed to rest sometimes.
Either Itachi had somehow got his hands on his schedule – which honestly wouldn't surprise him – or he just had a freaky sense of good timing, but in between the two last patients, he called Sasuke.
"At least you're still alive," Itachi greeted him dryly as soon as he picked up.
Sasuke rolled his eyes. "We talked three days ago," he pointed out with a grumble and dragged the file of his third patient towards him.
"And in three days a lot can happen."
"Is there a particular reason you're calling me now or do you just like wasting my time?"
"A new art exhibition had opened up in town. Deidara wonders whether you're interested in joining us this afternoon," Itachi replied, for once not beating around the bush.
The pen paused right above the paper. "And deal with two brats fussing? No thanks," Sasuke snorted.
While he wasn't particularly interested in art like his brother-in-law, he did appreciate it – when there were no screaming brats around who ruined the atmosphere, that is.
"Mother and father are babysitting both for today," Itachi said and there was some noise in the background as if he was browsing through some papers. "So there won't be any 'fussing'. Now are you interested?"
"Whether or not I'm interested – hasn't Deidara already decided that I will be joining you?" Sasuke sighed and closed the file.
The smirk was audible when his brother answered, "Well, he was planning on calling you to convince you if I failed to do so."
"Your mate is a nuisance," Sasuke informed him idly and took a sip of his bottled water.
"He just appreciates family time."
"Uh huh," Sasuke retorted sarcastically. "Fine, I'll join you."
"We'll come pick you up."
"What, afraid I won't show up?"
"You never know," Itachi retorted dryly. "We'll be at your place at five."
"Who says I …" Sasuke stared incredulously at his phone, which was letting out the typical 'Beep, beep' to announce Itachi had ended the call. "Bastard," he muttered darkly and then stood up to welcome his last patient of the day.

At three fifteen, Sasuke logged off and shut down his computer; grabbing his jacket on his way to the door. He had given Karin permission to leave after her lunch break was over and as there were no other patients scheduled for today, he decided that he might as well leave and unwind a bit before his brother and his brother-in-law came to get him for the art exhibition.
Rain started to trickle down when he had been driving for barely five minutes and he sighed, turning on the blade wipers. He was becoming quite sick of the many rainy days they were having; he couldn't wait for spring to start, so that he didn't need to wonder every day whether he needed to carry his umbrella with him.
A flash of blond further down the street caught his attention and he narrowed his eyes. Wait, was that …
Yes, it was. What on earth was he doing here in the rain with no jacket? Even if he didn't get ill easily, it wasn't exactly recommended to walk around without proper protection against the cold wind and rain.
Flabbergasted, Sasuke brought his car to the sidewalk and pressed the car's horn. Naruto jumped startled and whirled around; blond strands sticking to his forehead.
Hastily he lowered the window and blue eyes widened when they recognized him. "Naruto-san? What are you doing here?" he questioned and his eyes roved over the shivering form of Naruto, whose clothes were beginning to stick to his body, showing off his form clearly. "Why aren't you wearing a jacket?"
"I … Gaara and I – we had a fight and I, I left," Naruto replied in a small voice and wrapped his arms around himself.
Sasuke blinked, a bit taken aback that Naruto would freely admit what had happened. He appeared to be a bit dazed and judging by the helpless look he had when he looked around, the Alpha was fairly certain that the blond had no idea where exactly he was – leaving him with no way to go home again.
Well, there was no way he would leave the blond stranded here. This wasn't a rough neighbourhood, but still, letting him stay in the rain for god knew how long would be bad.
"Get in the car; I'll drive you home. This is not exactly weather for walking," Sasuke suggested. He still had some time before his brother would show up anyway.
"No, thank you. I'm … I don't really want to go back yet," Naruto admitted begrudgingly and glanced away embarrassed.
"Come on then; you can stay at my place for a while," Sasuke offered and stepped out of his car. Butterflies started to flutter in his stomach and he reminded himself firmly that he was just helping Naruto out. Taking him to his house and letting him stay there until he felt ready to return home didn't mean anything.
"What? No, you don't have to …" Naruto started to protest and raised his hands. He blinked rapidly when a rain drop fell on his eyelashes.
"Naruto-san, come on. I'm not going to let you stay here and get sick," Sasuke sighed and walked to the other side of his car to open the door. Did Naruto seriously expect him to simply drive away and leave him here?
The blond looked ready to protest, but something in Sasuke's face must have told him that protest would be futile as he bit his lip, hesitated for a couple more seconds, and then approached Sasuke slowly; his shoes making a soft squishy sound against the pavement.
"Thanks," he muttered and lowered himself in the car. As always he carried his sweet, spicy scent around him, mixed with a hint of rain.
Shaking his head to clear his mind, Sasuke closed the door hastily and marched back to the driver's seat; shivering when a couple of cold rain drops managed to worm their way underneath his collar and slide down his warm skin. When he opened the door and sat down behind the wheel again, Naruto had his head resolutely turned towards the window; a small pout on his lips.
The rest of the drive to his house was mainly filled with music from the car radio. Sasuke was never one to instigate a conversation and the Omega next to him didn't seem in the mood to chatter. Most likely he was brooding about the fight he had had with Gaara and the dark haired man couldn't help but wonder what exactly the fight had been about. It must have been quite severe for Naruto to have left his home without even a jacket.
Although he kept his eyes on the road mostly, throughout the entire drive, he sneaked glances at the blond, trying to gauge his mood. The alluring scent was slowly filling the car, permeating the air and Sasuke was certain that it would take at least a week before the scent would leave the car. Not that he minded that.
After a while they left the medium sized townhouses behind and entered the part of the town where large estates had been built, fenced off by large, iron gates. They were nearly at his house.
"I thought you lived on the upper floor of your office," Naruto remarked out of the blue, breaking the peaceful silence.
"Hm?" It took Sasuke a bit to gather his thoughts. "No, the upper floors are rented to an old couple. I just use the ground floor for my office," he explained and took a right turn. "Separating private and professional life is much easier that way."
"Makes sense," Naruto murmured and quietened down again, turning his gaze back to the window.
Not long after that, they arrived at Sasuke's house. As soon as the car approached the closed gate, it opened automatically to let him enter. The sound of the rain hitting the roof was accompanied by the sound of gravel crunching underneath the tires when he drove onto the drive.
They stepped out of the car and were immediately assaulted by the cold rain. Seeing Naruto's eyes widen at the sight of his large house – though not as large as the Uchiha estate where he had grown up – he couldn't resist and asked teasingly, "You like the house?"
"It's beautiful," Naruto admitted to his surprise while his eyes trailed over the building. "But mostly big."
"I grew up in an estate and I always liked playing in the large rooms," Sasuke had no problem admitting as they hurried towards the building when the rain became heavier, turning into a downpour. The large rooms of the estate and the various options it gave him to hide when he played had been one of the few good memories of his childhood.
They both shivered when they entered the warm hallway. Thank god he had had the foresight to keep the central heating running.
"You can take a shower to warm up," Sasuke announced when he saw how tightly the wet clothes clung to Naruto. He resembled a drowned cat more than a human being at this point. He beckoned him to follow. "I'll lend you some clothes of mine so that yours can wash and dry."
The added bonus of having Naruto smell faintly like him and the mental image of him wrapped in his clothes was something he deftly ignored.
Naturally Naruto couldn't simply accept his offer with a gracious 'thank you'. "You don't need to do that!" he protested immediately and waved his hands frantically.
The Alpha was starting to contemplate whether it was only his help that Naruto protested against. Couldn't the blond simply accept his offer?
"Are we really going to do this every time I offer you something?" he asked dryly and shook his head in slight exasperation. "Come on, it's just a shower and a change of clothes."
"If you insist," Naruto muttered gracelessly and Sasuke stifled a smile when the blond reluctantly followed him upstairs; his footsteps nearly drowned out by the sound of the heavy rain clattering against the windows.
They passed various paintings depicting scenes of nature before they arrived in front of the closed door of the bathroom.
"Here's the bathroom." Sasuke nodded. "Wait here; I'll grab some clothes quickly." Quickly he entered his bedroom and went straight towards his wardrobe. Rummaging through it, he selected some sweatpants that he thought would fit the blond, together with a long sleeved, grey shirt that he hadn't worn in quite a few months. After a moment of hovering in front of the drawers and hesitating, he shook his head wearily and grabbed a white boxer short. Judging by the way Naruto's clothes stuck to his skin, he was soaked to the bone and it would be uncomfortable for him to wait in wet underwear. He doubted that the blond would be willing to go commando, so his own underwear would have to do for now.
Taking the small pile of clothing from his bed, he returned to Naruto and handed it over to the blond, who regarded him cautiously.
"Thanks," Naruto murmured and slipped into the bathroom, taking his heavy scent with him.
After a couple of seconds of hovering in front of the closed door, he tsk'd and marched back to his room. With hasty, jerky motions, he rid himself of his shirt and trousers, which clung uncomfortably to his legs after the rain had soaked through it. His damp clothes were exchanged for a comfortable sweater and a pair of dark jeans and he relaxed when the smell of fresh detergent curled into his nose – momentarily removing every trace of Naruto's scent.
Gathering his damp clothes to put them in the washing machine, he hesitated for a couple of minutes until he sighed impatiently and slowly opened the door of the bathroom. Naruto's clothes needed to be washed and dried and he figured he had given the blond enough time to disrobe and get into the shower.
He was right. When he shuffled into the bathroom, the glass of his shower was completely fogged over already, due to the hot water, and when he bent down to gather the wet clothes he couldn't resist sneaking a peak. Naruto's body was mostly a blurred form through the fogged over glass, but he could make out tanned skin with drops of water sliding over it. His fingers twitched and the desire to join Naruto rose to such a dangerous degree that he hastily retreated, out of fear that he would do something stupid.
To distract himself from the vision of a naked Naruto underneath the shower spray – completely wet and vulnerable – he took his time putting their clothes in the washing machine and almost shuffled into the kitchen to make some hot chocolate. He thought Naruto would appreciate drinking something warm and he had no patience to grind the coffee beans now.
Filling the two cups with hot chocolate milk, he carefully made his way to the living room, making certain not to spill even a drop. Chocolate stains would be a bitch to get out of the dark green carpet.
The ridiculous urge to fidget in the leather armchair struck him and Sasuke rolled his eyes at himself. God, he was acting like some teenager who had managed to get his crush inside his house. He needed to calm down before he did something really stupid.
Still … His eyes flickered to the ceiling. He had never expected to have Naruto in his house today. Or at all really.
The soft padding of feet on the staircase alerted him to Naruto's arrival and he put his drink down on the table. In a few strides he was at the closed, dark brown door and he opened it, noticing Naruto lingering in front of the stairs with a befuddled look on his face.
"I've made some hot chocolate to warm up," Sasuke smiled and his eyes casually roved over Naruto's body, enjoying the way his clothes hung around the lithe frame. He gestured at Naruto to follow him inside the room.
Naruto just loved being difficult it seemed, for he started to protest, "You shouldn't ha …"
Sasuke threw him a meaningful look with the underlying message to shut up and just accept the offer and the Omega smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his nearly dry hair. "Right, thanks."
Sasuke reclined back into his leather armchair and Naruto gingerly sat down on the dark couch. Blue eyes wandered across the room, taking in the furniture with curiosity lurking in his eyes, while he sipped from his drink.
"So," Sasuke decided to break the amicable silence. "Mind telling me why you and Gaara-san had a fight?"
Naruto visibly tensed up and with a sigh of exhaustion he placed his mug back on the table. Sasuke felt slightly guilty for rackling up the fight again, but the desire to know more about it didn't diminish. He desperately wanted to know what kind of fight could have driven the blond out of his own house.
Naruto rubbed his forehead and responded, "I finally asked him to let himself get examined, because all tests have concluded that I'm fine."
Ah. That explained a lot. The fact that they actually had a fight about that didn't predict anything good. "I take it he wasn't very agreeable?" Sasuke asked softly and looked sympathetically at the other man. He had had a suspicion that Gaara would act quite difficult, but for Naruto's sake, he had hoped he was wrong.
"Not really, no," Naruto chuckled bitterly and stared at his sweatpants clad knee. "He absolutely refused to visit a doctor and said that nothing is wrong with him, so there's no need for an examination. I got angry at him for that and he told me that we should just be patient and that I shouldn't act so hysterical. I didn't want to stay there, so I left."
"Does he have an aversion against doctors? Maybe a bad experience?" Sasuke inquired curiously, cocking his head to the left. He had known people before who refused to visit a doctor due to earlier bad experiences. Although that still didn't excuse Gaara for refusing a simple request …
The blond shrugged. "I have no idea. I know he occasionally went to the doctor's before I met him, but since then he hasn't visited one. He doesn't get sick often either, aside from the occasional cold, so I never thought to ask why he doesn't like seeing a doctor. I just … thought that he would go to a doctor now, because he said he wanted a baby with me." He closed his eyes and a look of frustration crossed his face. Abruptly he stood up again and he started pacing back and forth; frustration slowly being overtaken by anger.
"I just don't understand why he won't let himself get examined!" he spat, raking a hand through his hair roughly. "He says he wants a baby with me, but he doesn't seem willing to do anything so that we would actually be able to get one! It's been seven months! Seven months and I'm still not pregnant. I just don't know what to do anymore."
"Maybe someone else can talk to him?" Sasuke suggested, placing his own mug on the table, while he watched the blond pacing with worried eyes. He wasn't fond at all of the red haired Alpha and would rearrange his face with pleasure for hurting the lovely Omega like that, but if Naruto asked, he would talk to him. Or he could ask his brother to talk to the stubborn bastard. Very few people were able to say no to his brother after all.
Naruto snorted harshly and halted in front of the couch. "We already had a fight, because I decided to see you for this problem. If someone else tries to talk to him about it, he'll probably only get more angry. He thinks people should stay out of our business." He shook his head and bit his lip. "I just … I'm starting to wonder whether he really wants a baby, you know? He doesn't seem to think that it's weird that we haven't conceived yet. He says that we should just be patient. But for how much longer do I need to be patient? I just want a baby with him." Blue eyes turned to look pleadingly at the dark haired Alpha. "What would you do if your mate couldn't conceive?"
The vulnerable look on Naruto's face made him reply before he had thought it through.
"If my mate had trouble conceiving, I would do anything I could to make sure that we would have a baby," Sasuke answered softly. "I would put my aversion to doctors aside if I really had to, if it meant that we could have a baby together." His answer wasn't a ploy to insert himself in Naruto's grace. He had never wanted a baby with his ex-girlfriend, but with Naruto he could easily imagine himself at least having two children with the blond. If Naruto was his mate and was having trouble conceiving, Sasuke would stop at nothing to get Naruto's wish fulfilled. He had no aversion to doctors, but even if he had, he would have gone through with any examination that was needed, just to make his mate happy. He couldn't understand why Gaara didn't share that same impulse. He was a lucky bastard to have Naruto as his mate – why wasn't he doing everything in his power to make his mate happy? Why was he letting this supposed – because Sasuke was too suspicious to completely believe that claim – aversion to doctors keep them from having a child?
"So I'm just unlucky that I love a man whose aversion to doctors is apparently more important than having a baby together," Naruto choked out angrily and pressed the palms of his hands against his eyes.
The comment about Naruto loving Gaara stung, but he told himself not to be ridiculous. Of course Naruto loved Gaara – that was normal after being together for nearly five years. What he felt right now didn't matter; Naruto was hurting and he wanted nothing more than to reassure him, put him on ease. But how?
"Naruto-san, everything will be all right, you'll see," Sasuke spoke soothingly and stood up, walking towards him. Maybe meaningless words in Naruto's viewpoint, but Sasuke was sincere.
"That's easy for you to say," Naruto retorted spitefully and lowered his hands. The fire in his blue eyes made the Alpha inside of him growl with approval. It liked seeing the Omega so fired up. "You don't have a mate who refuses to see a doctor."
"You know, I don't understand why he would refuse such an easy request," Sasuke mused and Naruto stilled when he halted in front of him. "It's not like you're asking him to do something impossible. If you were my mate, I would agree to do an examination. I wouldn't want you to be sad." The words tumbled out of his mouth with no restraint; he wanted Naruto to know how he would treat his mate. How he would treat Naruto if the man was his mate.
"Sasuke-san, I …" Naruto breathed in sharply when Sasuke rested a hand on his cheek; the warm skin burnt underneath his fingertips. He looked straight into glimmering, cerulean blue eyes and Sasuke couldn't help but recall the last time they were in this particular position. The last time when they almost kissed each other. He knew he should pull back. He was treading dangerous territory and things would only become more messed up if he remained near the blond.
But he couldn't. His hand seemed glued against Naruto's silk soft skin and the Alpha inside of him rose its head when the delicious scent clinging to Naruto grew fiercer, spreading out from the blond like waves, calling out to the dark haired man. Enticing him to come closer, bent lower …
"If you were my mate, I would do everything in my power to make you happy," Sasuke whispered and he felt his own face soften. "I'd do everything if it meant I could see you smile again." Bringing that glorious smile back on that beautiful face would be a privilege he would be delighted to have. To see Naruto smiling that beautiful smile, just for him …
He would do anything to see him smile at him like that. A genuine, bright smile.
Without being fully conscious of what he was doing, Sasuke lowered his head slowly, giving the wide eyed blond time to pull back.
He didn't.
He kept standing there, allowing Sasuke to close the gap between them. Soon Sasuke's vision was filled with bright blue, like the sky during a sun filled day. The air surrounding them grew heavy, filled with the sweet scent that by now was practically wafting off the Omega. The scent that filled him with a fierce desire, a desire so overwhelming, it set every cell in his body on fire. A burning, raging fire that could only be quelled by Naruto.
Naruto's eyes shuttered close, hiding that gorgeous blue colour and Sasuke slipped an arm around his waist, bringing him closer, allowing the contours of their bodies to fit together. Like pieces of a puzzle.
One breath. Two heartbeats.
Their lips met and the raging desire exploded; his blood boiling inside.
Mouths opened in a surprised gasp and they started kissing each other hungrily; the first taste of Naruto's lips was addicting and hands clutched at each other's body to drag them closer. Their tongues sneaked between reddening, bruising lips to start a hesitant dance with the other one. Naruto tasted like the chocolate milk he had been drinking and something completely unique; his own taste. It made Sasuke want to taste him even more.
The first touch of their tongues together felt electrifying, overwhelming and Sasuke felt Naruto pressing closer to him, almost in desperation, and his lips returned the kiss hungrily. Teeth clacked together in their rush to feel more and Sasuke closed his hands around slender hips, pulling him closer until they were flush against each other; no space left between their bodies that were quickly heating up.
Fuck, never before had a kiss made him feel so out of control. Breathing became difficult and yet he didn't want to pull away from those soft, plump lips. He wanted to feel more of the slender blond, he needed more. His thirst couldn't be quenched by a kiss only; a kiss would never be enough to douse the fire raging within him. His abdominal muscles clenched underneath the touch of warm hands sliding underneath his sweater.
Naruto let out a strangled moan when Sasuke curled his tongue around his, sucking on it greedily. Not able to hold himself back, he slipped one hand underneath Naruto's shirt – that was actually his shirt, but now it had both their scents on it, and Naruto would smell like him – curling his fingers around Naruto's side while his other hand slipped down over his back to his arse, squeezing the supple buttocks firmly. The Alpha inside of him graciously supplied him with images of a naked, sweaty Naruto lying underneath him, with spread legs, begging him to fuck him and Sasuke took a step forwards, intent on taking the panting blond to his room to ravish him, to mark him for his own. That was how it should be; this was what he had been waiting for, for so long.
Another breathy moan was torn out of Naruto's mouth when he squeezed his arse again and excitement filled him.
"Tardiness is not becoming of an Uchiha, Otouto. Do I still need to remind you that …"
Black eyes shot open and Sasuke cursed himself. Fuck. His brother. He was there to pick him up. Shit, shit!
Naruto's eyes shot open in shock as soon as he registered the casual voice and he ripped himself out of Sasuke's firm grip, in an attempt to look casual.
Of course it was far too late for that.
Reluctantly Sasuke turned around, silently mourning the absence of Naruto in his arms, and saw Itachi and Deidara standing in the threshold. Deidara's mouth hung open in shock, his baby blue eyes wide. Itachi's face was schooled in a blank mask, but after growing up with him Sasuke could detect the slight widening of his eyes, conveying the fact that he clearly hadn't expected to walk in on this particular scene.
Shit, this was not good. Not good at all.
"Itachi," Sasuke said breathlessly and he made an attempt to brush his shirt back down; it had ridden up when Naruto put his hands underneath it.
Naruto had been touching him. He had returned the kiss. If Itachi wasn't currently glaring daggers at him and if it was in his nature to do so, he would have whooped in joy. Naruto hadn't rejected him. He had returned the kiss with equal force – there was no way he could deny he had feelings for the Alpha now.
"I – I can explain," Naruto mumbled weakly, but it was clear he had no idea how to go on about it. His face was a curious mixture of the last remnants of desire and growing shock. His cheeks were flushed and he fidgeted with his fingers.
"I'm sure you can," Itachi answered sardonically and Sasuke bristled in return, not appreciating the tone his brother used towards Naruto. Itachi raised a slim eyebrow; apparently intent on ignoring his brother for now. "Deidara, take Naruto-kun home. My brother and I need to talk."
Dread filled him and he stiffened. God, why couldn't Itachi just let him be? Why the hell did he think he needed a scolding? He was twenty-six years old, damn it. He could make his own choices.
Deidara grimaced at the order, but approached Naruto, taking him by his hand. "Come on, Naruto-kun. I'll take you back home," he said softly; his blue eyes troubled.
"Wait, my clothes, they are still in the dryer …" Naruto fumbled, shuffling awkwardly next to Sasuke, who tensed up and glared at his brother.
"I'll take them with me once they are done," Itachi answered coolly; his dark, piercing eyes returned the glare.
Deidara tugged at Naruto's hand again and the younger blond followed him subdued, flinching when he passed Itachi, whose aura practically screamed anger.
Sasuke grimaced and clenched his fists next to his sides. The sound of his front door clicking shut seemed to resemble the sound of thunder.
Itachi pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a strained sigh. "Why on earth … I can't believe you! You were kissing Naruto-kun? You know he has a mate, Sasuke! Damn it, why are you screwing up his …"
"He kissed me back," Sasuke interrupted him rudely. He didn't appreciate the implication that he had been forcing himself on Naruto. Yes, he had started the kiss, he wouldn't deny that. But he had given the blond a chance to retreat, to pull back, and instead of taking it, he had returned the kiss with the same level of desire that had been driving Sasuke mad.
Itachi shook his head slowly; disappointment filling his eyes and Sasuke flinched involuntarily. He fucking hated when his brother looked at him like that. He couldn't stand the thought of disappointing his brother and the bastard knew that.
"You should never have continued the kiss. For that matter, you shouldn't have brought him into your house," the older man said forcefully. "Why was he here in the first place?"
"He had a fight with Gaara," Sasuke admitted reluctantly. He didn't want to gossip about Naruto's problems, but Itachi wouldn't stop until he knew everything. "He left their house and I found him on the streets. He didn't have his jacket with him and didn't know where he was. When I offered to drive him back, he said he didn't want to go back for a while. What was I supposed to do? I couldn't leave him there!"
"You should have brought him to us!" Itachi bit out. "Any place was better than here! You took advantage of the fact that he …"
"I WOULD NEVER TAKE ADVANTAGE OF HIM!" Sasuke shouted and took a step forwards. "I didn't fucking force him! Yes, I kissed him first – but he returned the kiss! He kissed me back! You saw that with your own eyes! Did he look like he was being forced?" he sneered and glared at his brother. If Itachi kept insinuating that he had taken advantage of Naruto, that he had forced him, he would make his brother feel sorry that those words had ever left his mouth. He didn't give one fuck that he was his older brother – he wouldn't let himself be called a rapist or be told that he was harassing Naruto.
All the fight left the older man suddenly and he practically collapsed into the leather armchair, leaving Sasuke awkwardly hovering behind the table. The silence hung heavily between them, oppressive, making it hard for the younger man to breathe properly.
Slowly he unclenched his fists and glanced away. "I know he has a mate," he said quietly and took a shuddering breath. "I know I shouldn't have kissed him. But I did it anyway and there is no going back. And you know what? I don't regret it at all. That kiss made it clear to me that he's the one. He is it, Itachi. I've never felt like that before when I kissed her. He's the only one for me, I'm sure of that."
Dark eyes stared at him tiredly. "He is trying to conceive with Gaara-san, Otouto. He wants a child with Gaara-san. He's not yours."
Did Itachi think he was an idiot? He knew what Naruto was trying to do, for fuck's sake. But just because he was trying now, didn't mean he would continue to try. The first cracks were showing in Naruto's relationship with Gaara and the fact that Naruto had kissed him back, only stopping when they were interrupted, gave the dark haired man hope.
For weeks he had despaired that he would never have a chance with the beautiful blond, but their kiss today had given him renewed hope. Their kiss just now had proven that Naruto returned his feelings for at least a bit.
"I know that," Sasuke retorted and licked his dry lips. "I know that he isn't mine. Yet. But he will be. I'm sure of it. He's not happy with Gaara, Itachi-niisan. Gaara is refusing to undergo treatment and he's hurting Naruto-san through that. I know I can make him happy. And I know he must have felt the difference in our kiss today."
"You're taking a gamble, Sasuke," Itachi murmured and placed a hand on his forehead. He looked frustrated. "I don't want you to get hurt. You have no absolute certainty that Naruto-kun will be yours. I don't want to see you wasting away in the hope that Naruto-kun will ever give you a chance."
"He's the one for me, Itachi," Sasuke said resolutely and gazed at him confidently. "I know he is."
"Maybe you're just confusing it with something else. Maybe you think he's the one, because you haven't …"
"No, I know he is it for me." Sasuke shook his head stubbornly. "I won't want anyone else. He is the one for me, I'm certain of that."
He had never really believed in the concept of soulmates. His mother of course had told him how it would feel if he met his soulmate: how he would feel overwhelmed from the start, how he would feel a weird tug towards the other person. The feelings between soulmates would be intensified and the love they shared with each other was one of the purest, most precious love that existed in the world. Everyone wanted to find their soulmate – but most people never did. A soulmate was something rare, something incredibly hard to find. One could spend their whole life searching for their soulmate, but never find them. The chances of finding your soulmate were slim to none and so for most people it remained nothing but a romantic fairy tale. Something that could make them sigh wistfully once in a while, but it would remain a mere dream.
Sasuke had never put much thought in the idea of a soulmate. Certainly, the thought of someone that was created especially for him, both of them forming two pieces of a whole, was a nice one and occasionally he had wondered whether his soulmate was out there, somewhere. He was realistic, though, and had never expected to find his soulmate. If he could find someone who could love him like Deidara loved Itachi, with whom he could share his love, he would have been content.
But his feelings for Naruto went beyond that of a mere mate, he was nearly certain of it. Their kiss was too explosive, too addictive, for them to be just mere people attracted to each other. The tug he felt towards the other man was not normal; not a consequence of mere attraction.
Yes, he was fairly confident that Naruto was his soulmate.
And that only made him more determined to not let Naruto slip through his fingers.
"Fine, if you say so," Itachi sighed and stood up. "If he really is the one for you, he will feel the same thing. Let him come to you next time."
"What?" Sasuke stared at him bemused. The sudden turn their conversation had taken, befuddled him. He knew Itachi could switch from one mood to the next one in a blink, but the contrast between him angry at Sasuke's audacity to kiss a mated Omega and this resigned tiredness was quite jarring.
"If he is really the one, like you think he is, he won't be able to stay away from you forever. Don't instigate anything else. Naruto-kun has to be the one to make the next move," Itachi explained and gazed at him sternly. "It is time for him to show that he can return your feelings without you starting anything."
Sasuke wanted to protest, but deep inside he knew Itachi was right. Naruto had returned the kiss now, but he hadn't started it. He was fairly certain that Naruto was the one for him, but it was time that the blond showed he returned the Alpha's feelings. So he would wait for Naruto to make the next move. Whether that would be kissing him or visiting him at his house, he would wait. He could play the waiting game. He had been waiting ever since the Christmas party after all. What was a bit more time?
He just hoped Naruto wouldn't take too long anymore. Now that he had got a real taste of the blond, he was on a fast track to becoming addicted and he couldn't wait to have the Omega all to himself.

That night in his bed, his mind was assaulted by the memory of his kiss with Naruto. Throughout the entire evening and during the visit to the art exhibition he had had a hard time concentrating on the art pieces as his mind constantly flashed back to the glittering blue eyes or the luscious pink lips parting underneath his. Or the almost desperate grip the blond had had on his body. It was a damn miracle he had even remembered to follow Itachi and Deidara around without bumping against anything. His brother-in-law had glanced at him contemplatively every now and then, but he seemed to have decided to keep quiet about the fact that Sasuke had kissed and groped his best friend.
A groan escaped Sasuke when blue eyes, pupils widening, flashed through his mind again. Even hours after it happening, he could still feel the imprint of Naruto's mouth against his own. Could still feel how the slender body fitted perfectly against his own, how welcoming the blond had been. How addictive his taste was. How absolutely amazing he had looked like, dressed in Sasuke's clothes.
How much Sasuke had wanted to drag him off to his room and ravish him; make him his.
A shuddering breath left him and he shifted in his bed, until he was lying on his back. The memory of the kiss was fuelling his desire again and excitement coursed through him. Licking his lips, he recalled how Naruto had pressed his mouth firmly against his and yet had yielded so beautifully underneath Sasuke's insistence to open his mouth. His hand drifted over his stomach, lingering near the waistband of his trousers before it slipped underneath the elastic waistband, toying with the elastic of his underwear as his erection grew, reacting to the memory of Naruto's hips pressing against his own. Their groins had touched each other and Sasuke recalled crystal clear how Naruto had obviously started to become excited. The firm bulge that had pressed back against his own had been a clear indication of that.
Biting his lip, his hand snuck inside his boxer short, closing around his hard cock, which by now was rock hard and begging to be touched. His breath left him with a soft 'whoosh' sound as he started moving his hand up and down, twisting his wrist, flicking his thumb over his slit, as he closed his eyes to better image Naruto leaning over him. Naruto would be completely naked, his warm, tanned skin a sharp contrast to Sasuke's own pale one, and blue eyes would be looking at him lustfully. Sasuke stifled a moan and spread his legs.
"What do you want me to do, Sasuke?" Naruto breathed out; golden strands caressing his cheeks as he settled himself between Sasuke's spread legs. His own hard cock brushed against Sasuke's thigh. Hands caressed his chest firmly, flicking his nipples teasingly as the blond shuffled closer.
Pale hands grabbed tanned hips and his thumbs rubbed over the slightly protruding hipbones. "I want your mouth on me," Sasuke murmured and raised one hand to thumb Naruto's lower lip. "That pretty mouth taking my cock inside."
A pink tongue came out to taste his thumb, before it retreated again. "Is that so?" Naruto hummed and smiled seductively. "Well, who am I to say no to that?"
Soft hair brushed against his thighs, tickling him a bit, when Naruto shuffled down the bed, lowering his head. His breath caressed him before his wet mouth closed around his hard cock and Sasuke groaned when he was surrounded by the wet heat; a tongue lavishing attention on him as hands wandered aimlessly over his body, coaxing him to react. The tongue dipped teasingly into his slit, sucked his tip whenever Naruto came up with his head. A couple of times Sasuke bumped against the back of Naruto's throat, but the blond wasn't fazed by that, merely swallowing around his cock, causing Sasuke to curse at the exquisite feeling. His thighs trembled, his chest heaved up and down and sweat coated his body as Naruto's head bobbed up and down, taking his cock deeper inside each time until at the end he was mostly deep throating him, humming around him; occasionally blue eyes flickered up to gaze at him mischievously.
It didn't take long for Sasuke to be thrown over the edge with a shout containing a garbled version of Naruto's name; his orgasm ripping through him violently.
"Fuck," Sasuke sighed as his hand stilled, sticky with his release. Half-heartedly he cleaned his hand and threw his soiled boxers in the hamper before stumbling back into his bed.
His eyes slipped close, his breathing evened out quicker than the previous nights.
He couldn't wait for the day that Naruto decided to be his completely.

AN2: Three more chapters to go and then this story is finished as well :) I can already tell you that the omake will be compiled into another story; more information about that will appear later on.
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Next week university will start again for me, but fear not: this story has been completed so the updates will stay regular ^^
See you all in the next chapter!
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Melissa
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