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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: Big thanks to moodysavage for reviewing chapter five. I love that you take the time to review each chapter, and that you're enjoying thestory :D
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Here's chapter Six, please let me know what you think :3
Chapter Six
June 25^th – 2 months and 20 days to the wedding
Naruto propped himself up on one elbow, staring down at Sasuke’s sleeping face. He supposed that he should go soon; he could hear movement in the house, sure sign that the guests were up and about. Still, he could spend hours just like this, watching Sasuke sleep. When Sasuke was asleep, all his shields were down; he wasn’t the heir to the Uchiha family, trying so desperately hard to please his father and fill in for his brother. He was just Sasuke, Naruto’s lover. It was the same during sex; only then Naruto was too caught up in what he was doing to just study Sasuke.
Right now, Sasuke was curled up on his side, his thick dark hair tangled and partially obscuring his face. One of his hands rested on Naruto’s hip, the other was tucked under his head. Under the covers, out of sight, his legs were tangled with Naruto’s. He looked so peaceful; Naruto longed to kiss him, but he didn’t want to break the spell. Awake Sasuke was nowhere near as cute as sleeping Sasuke.
Naruto sighed. Over the last few years, with Sasuke getting more and more pressure from his father, and Itachi’s health getting worse, he had felt like he was losing Sasuke. He missed how it had been before, when they had no worries. If only he had told Sasuke how he felt then, they could have been together, happy, for years, with none of this wedding bull shit. He missed fun Sasuke.
Thinking back, he really should have realised that Sasuke was gay. All through school and university, Sasuke had girls hanging around him, but he never dated any of them. Sakura had been the first, and that was because their parents had pushed them together. Sasuke had the wealth, Sakura, while from a poor family, had the name; the Haruno family were almost as old as the Uchiha’s. Even then, Naruto should have figured something was off about the relationship. Sasuke and Sakura had been paired up by their parents in their last year of university, and had arranged several study dates. Naruto had found this suspicious, as Sakura was studying nursing, while Sasuke was being a good Uchiha, and taking a business degree. Naruto had taken drama, because it looked fun. As Minato had never even been to university, he had declared that life would be a better teacher to prepare Naruto to take over the family business, and had happily paid his tuition fees.
Naruto, deeply jealous, had tagged along to one of Sasuke and Sakura’s study dates, to find that they actually just studied. Sakura had been really enthusiastic about nursing; Naruto sometimes wondered if she regretted the fact that no Uchiha wife had ever had a career of their own. Sakura had never become a nurse; she had become Sasuke’s fiancée.
The temptation became too great. He reached out, and gently brushed Sasuke’s hair away from his face. Sasuke let out a murmur, and his eyes slowly opened. Still hazed with sleep, they slowly focused on Naruto’s face. Sasuke gave Naruto a sleepy smile, before turning onto his back and stretching. He then rolled back over to face Naruto, trailing his fingers down Naruto’s cheek. Naruto kissed him, a soft brush of lips that deepened as Sasuke opened his mouth with a moan, pressing his body flush against Naruto’s.
Naruto wondered how long they had; he could feel Sasuke’s morning erection pressing against his thigh, and his own cock was starting to take interest. They hadn’t had sex the previous night; instead they had held each other and exchanged soft kisses until they drifted into sleep. It had been nice, and the first time they had just slept together. Since they had started having sex, they could barely keep their hands off each other. Naruto saw it as making up for lost time.
Sasuke’s hand slipped under the covers and gripped Naruto’s cock. He stroked it until it was fully awake, hard and aching, then, with a particularly wicked smile, he vanished under the covers.
Naruto let out a gasp as his cock was enveloped by Sasuke’s hot mouth. Sasuke quickly set up a rhythm designed to make Naruto melt; his lips tight, sinking all the way down to the base of Naruto’s cock, then dragging his mouth up until only the head was still inside. Naruto pushed the covers off, desperate to watch.
Sasuke glanced up at him, his dark eyes smouldering. His hand was on his own cock, pumping fast. Naruto let out a moan, and tangled his fingers in Sasuke’s sleep mussed hair, urging him to go faster. Sasuke obliged, his head bobbing, his mouth a pit of molten heat that made Naruto’s cock pulse and his balls ache.
Sasuke let out a moan as he came; the vibration’s almost sending Naruto over the edge. He grasped Naruto’s cock with a hand slick with his own come, and began to stroke Naruto’s dick, teasing the head with his tongue. His other hand slipped lower, cupping Naruto’s balls and rolling them.
Sasuke kept eye contact with Naruto, a smile playing on his lips. His hand moved faster, and Naruto was coming, letting out a low hiss of Sasuke’s name. Sasuke opened his mouth, catching some of Naruto’s seed on his tongue. The rest splattered on his face. This was the Sasuke that Naruto loved as much as his sleeping counterpart; open and honest, lewd and totally unashamed. Sasuke snaked his way up Naruto’s body. Naruto licked his come off of Sasuke’s face, before kissing him, tasting himself in Sasuke’s mouth.
“Morning,” Sasuke murmured against Naruto’s lips.
Naruto let out a small chuckle, wrapping his arms around Sasuke. This was how it should be, always. Surely Sasuke could see that.
Their fantasy was shattered by a knocking on the door. Sasuke let out a frustrated sound, and rolled off of Naruto.
“Sasuke!” Sakura’s voice came through the door. “Do you want to come down to breakfast with me?”
Naruto ground his teeth. Sasuke looked just about as irritated as he felt.
“Go on without me,” Sasuke called out, “I only just woke up. Damn woman.” The last was muttered under his breath.
Naruto felt like reminding Sasuke that in just under three months he would be marrying Sakura, and he would find it a lot harder to keep a bedroom door between them. But he didn’t want to fight. Enough episodes like this, and Sasuke might finally start to see sense, and realise that he was being stupid.
Sasuke glanced over at him. “I’m surprised you have nothing to say,” he said.
Naruto felt the last of his good mood evaporate. So much for not wanting a fight; Sasuke seemed to want one anyway. “Why should I bother?” He snapped. “It’s not like you listen to me anyway.” He pushed himself off the bed, and stalked into the bathroom, turning the shower on. Predictably, Sasuke followed him in.
“You know, Naruto,” Sasuke said, grabbing the shampoo and stepping into the shower cubicle, “You say I don’t listen to you, but I do. You’re worse. I at least try to compromise.”
Naruto snatched the shampoo from Sasuke, and worked it into his hair. “You compromise?” He snorted, “how?”
“I’m with you, aren’t I? I’m risking my position to be with you; my father would disown me if he ever found out about us.”
“I doubt that,” Naruto said, “You’re his only choice. Anyway, that’s not compromising; it’s just you taking a bit of what you want, instead of putting everything into your damn Uchiha obligations. And so what if this is what compromise is in your little world. I don’t want compromise; I want you, all of you.”
He turned away from the spray to face Sasuke, and found him staring at him, shampoo still in his hair, his eyes wide. “I want you, too,” Sasuke said, his voice so soft Naruto could barely hear him over the pounding of the water. “But I can’t-”
Naruto placed a soapy hand against Sasuke’s lips to stall him. “I know, Sasuke. I’ve heard all of your arguments, and we just go around in circles. So can we please just stop?”
Naruto tipped his head back to wash off the last of the shampoo. He needed to stop letting Sasuke provoke him; the more they argued, the more stubborn Sasuke became. It was just so hard, when Sasuke failed to see what was obvious to Naruto. He brought his head back up to find Sasuke staring at him suspiciously, a trail of shampoo running down his shoulder.
“So, you suddenly agree with the wedding?” Sasuke asked.
Naruto rolled his eyes. “No, I don’t.” he grabbed the shower gel, swapping places with Sasuke so he could wash the shampoo out of his hair. “I’m never going to agree with you marrying Sakura. I’m just not arguing with you about it anymore.”
“I don’t believe you.”
Naruto glared at Sasuke. “Stop trying to pick a fight,” he snapped. “I said I’m not going to argue about it. Turn around so I can wash your back.”
Sasuke’s lips twitched in a small smile as he turned around. Naruto squirted the shower gel into his hands, rubbing it across Sasuke’s shoulder blades, then down his spine, briefly caressing his hips and buttocks. He placed a kiss against Sasuke’s damp neck.
“I wish I could just run away with you,” Sasuke murmured, “abandon it all; Itachi, Sakura, my father. Just you and me, with nothing else to worry about.”
“So let’s just do it; we can kill your father first so he won’t come after us.” Naruto said
Sasuke let out a snort of laughter, and turned to face Naruto. “Then we go on the run? It’ll be like Thelma and Louise. Only gayer.”
Naruto grinned, but he had to force it out. The truth was he would abandon everything for Sasuke if he asked him to. He would do anything to release the shackles of obligation that ensnared Sasuke. It hurt that Sasuke wouldn’t do the same for him.
Sasuke grabbed the shower gel, and began washing Naruto, the light caress of his soapy fingers raising goose bumps on Naruto’s skin.
“We’re going to miss breakfast,” Naruto said, his breath catching as Sasuke’s hands slid over first his cock, then his balls. Mikoto’s post-party breakfasts were almost as legendary as he dinner parties; it was the main reason why so many guests spent the night at the Uchiha Manor.
“I don’t care. I’m not hungry, anyway.”
Naruto was hungry; the last thing he had eaten was some crappy bit of pastry filled with prawn mayo at the ball. His cock seemed to have other ideas, as Sasuke’s caressing of it became more insistent. With a groan, Naruto pushed Sasuke’s hand away.
“Sakura will come looking for you,” Naruto said. “As happy as I would be for her to walk in on me fucking you senseless, you keep your door locked. So she will just hang around until she gets to see you.” He stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist. He kept his back to Sasuke, knowing that his resolve would crumble at the sight of his wet, naked lover. A brief inspection of his face in the steamy mirror suggested that he could hold off shaving for another day.
He resolutely walked back into the bedroom, and began going through Sasuke’s wardrobe. He had been wearing a suit the night before, and hadn’t brought any spare clothing. Luckily, he and Sasuke were pretty much the same size. He barely had the chance to grab a pair of jeans before he was knocked onto the floor by a still very wet and naked Sasuke. Sasuke’s mouth locked with his, while his hands quickly stripped Naruto of the minimal protection of the towel. Naruto grabbed Sasuke, planning to push him away, but instead found himself embracing the other man.
“I’m taking you out to dinner tonight,” Sasuke purred, “I don’t want you to spoil the meal.”
“It’s nine in the morning; I don’t think I’ll spoil tea by eating now.” But despite his protests, Naruto couldn’t seem to push Sasuke away. Instead he held him tighter, thrusting his tongue deep into his mouth; loving the feeling of Sasuke on top of him: hot, wet, naked and his.
Another knock on the door interrupted them. “Bloody hell,” Sasuke hissed.
“Sasuke,” it was Mikoto’s voice this time. “Breakfast is getting cold.”
“Naruto, are you in there?” Kushina chimed in.
Sasuke paled. “Shit, shut her up,” he said.
“No, I’m not here,” Naruto called out. He shrugged at the glare Sasuke gave him. He didn’t think that Mr-lets-keep-our –affair-top-secret would want him to admit being in his room.
“OK,” Kushina called, “since you’re not there, I’m just going to eat your breakfast. I’ll see you at home. Love you!”
“Ok, she’s serious about that, so we really need to get dressed.” Naruto said, finally finding the motivation to push Sasuke off of him.
At least Sasuke didn’t have to worry about people seeing them coming down for breakfast together. By the time they got there, the dining room was nearly empty. The only one there was Sasuke’s creepy uncle Madara, who insisted on wearing a mask all the time and calling himself Tobi. The mask made eating anything a very slow affair. Naruto was amazed that Fugaku hadn’t shipped the old loon off to a mental home. Kushina had eaten Naruto’s portion, but Sasuke shared his.
Sakura found them towards the end of the meal, elbowing her way in between them. Naruto had wanted to drag Sasuke away from the house, but Sakura stymied his plans. Sasuke simply had to help her taste some cakes. Never mind that Sasuke didn’t like cakes; Itachi had the sweet tooth in the Uchiha family, Sasuke was more of a savoury person. Something that Sakura should be aware of.
Naruto forced himself to smile as she dragged Sasuke away; he really didn’t know how much more he could take. There was no way that he would spend the rest of his life sneaking around to be with Sasuke; he wanted everyone to know how he felt about the stupid bastard. A sudden thought struck him; maybe he couldn’t force Sasuke out of the closest, but he could at least be honest himself. Naruto felt a grin spread on his face; he was going to ensure that the next social gathering of the elite, or at least the next time Mikoto hosted a dinner party, was one to remember. Though he supposed that he should speak to his dad, first.
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Naruto found Minato in his study; it was a small room at the back of the house, with a large wooden desk sitting in the centre of it. Naruto spent a lot of his time avoiding the small room; it was where Minato would drill him on the basics of running a tea house empire. He had been threatening to make Naruto the manager of one of the Hokage bars in town for some time now, to teach him the business from the bottom. Kushina had slyly suggested that if he wanted Naruto to start from the bottom, he should hire him as a dishwasher first. Thankfully, Minato hadn’t agreed with her.
As much as Naruto admired his father, he preferred the idea of following in his mother’s footsteps, and just doing what he wanted. He was more than willing to take over from his father one day, in the distant future, but he had seen what slavishly devoting yourself to the family business had done to Sasuke. He wanted to find his own way in life, something that Minato fully supported. However, he had given Naruto a deadline. If he didn’t decide what he was going to do with himself by the time he was twenty five, Minato was going to make the decision for him. And the closer Naruto came to twenty five without any real career goal, the more tasks Minato gave him.
It was another deadline, looming above him, not as close as the wedding, but still imminent. So Naruto had taken to avoiding his dad wherever possible. Then the whole thing with Sasuke had happened, and he had been too distracted to think about anything else.
Letting out a small sigh, Naruto knocked on the door of his dad’s study. Minato looked up, a smile appearing on his face as he saw his son in the doorway.
“Naruto,” he said, gesturing to the one of the two chairs sat in front of his desk. Naruto sank into it. As always, Minato’s desk was covered in paperwork, and old tea mugs. A few were looking suspiciously hairy.
“Dad,” Naruto began, suddenly very nervous.
“Do you want to see the sales figures for the different weekly specials?” Minato interrupted. “They make for some interesting reading. I’m thinking of making the Strawberry Whip cream tea a regular. What do you think?”
Naruto glanced down at the spread sheet handed to him. The numbers seemed to blur together. He was sure that Sasuke would be able to make sense of them instantly, but Naruto had always had problems with making numbers work for him.
“Ummm, yeah. Is that the one with the cherry on the top?”
“That’s the Berry Time Surprise cream tea,” Minato said with a sigh.
“Oh. Is that the one that comes with a toy?”
“That’s the kid’s milk and biscuit combo. You could at least try to keep up with the menus.”
“Sorry. I’ve had a lot on my mind recently.” Naruto put the paper with the confusing numbers carefully on the top of the nearest pile. It wobbled slightly, before reconciling itself with gravity.
“Ok, instead of the figures, why don’t you design the add campaign for putting the Strawberry Whip on the main menu. You’re good at that sort of thing.”
Naruto frowned. “Don’t you pay people to do that for you?”
Minato grinned. “Yes I do, but you could do it for free, which is only fair, since that is what I charge you for living here.”
Naruto sighed. He knew he shouldn’t have come here. Normally, this sort of project would excite him, but he really needed to focus all his attentions on Sasuke. He wondered if his dad would wait three months for the initial proposal. Unless, of course, Sasuke realised that he was being a complete twat sooner. Or, maybe Naruto could get Sasuke to help him out. It was the perfect excuse to get Sasuke away from Sakura, and back where he belonged: with Naruto.
His thoughts were rudely interrupted by Minato hitting him on the head with a folder.
“Ow!” Naruto glared at his dad, who was openly laughing at him.
“I wish that you would spend half as much energy and time on the business as you do chasing that Uchiha boy,” he said.
Naruto stared at him, absently rubbing his injured head. “You know about Sasuke?”
Minato rolled his eyes. “You’re not exactly subtle. Besides, Kushina tells me everything.”
“Oh. I actually came here to tell you I was gay.” He wondered if everyone knew; it made the whole confessing thing slightly anti-climatic.
“I figured that out quite a while ago, son. I don’t know why you didn’t tell me sooner.”
Naruto shrugged. This was surprisingly awkward. “I don’t know, either,” he said. “I don’t know why I kept it to myself for so long. Well, apart from being worried that Mum would get all weird about it. I’ll do that add thing for you.”
“I want the initial proposal by noon a week Monday. Oh, and remember Naruto; it’s your life. You need to do what you need to do. Don’t let yourself be manipulated into a situation where you have to compromise yourself, and don’t live for someone else. The only person you can live for is you.”
Naruto grinned. “I know,” he said. “Thanks, Dad.” He bounced out of the chair, and headed to the door.
“Naruto!” His dad called.
Naruto turned around to find Minato holding out the folder to him. “You’re going to need this,” he said.
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Naruto was in high spirits as he drove Hinata to the restaurant for their date. He had arranged for Sasuke to meet them there. He had the radio tuned in to an 80’s rock station, and he was singing along with all of the songs. He had tried to get Hinata to join in, but she had just blushed, shaking her head.
“Naruto,” Hinata said, her quite voice managing to break through the guitar solo that Naruto was singing along with.
“What’s the matter, Hinata?” she was staring down at her fingers, poking them together; a sure sign that something was making her nervous.
“Your mother asked me to speak to Sakura, to make her do things that Sasuke won’t like, but to convince her that he would like them.”
Naruto rolled his eyes. “Look, Hinata. I know that you want to help, which is great, but don’t let mum talk you into doing things that you find uncomfortable.”
“Oh, it’s not that. I was just wondering, why Sakura wouldn’t want Sasuke to be happy. I thought that if you loved someone, you would want them to be happy, would do anything to make them happy, even if that meant that you couldn’t be with them.”
“You can’t tell Sakura about us,” Naruto said. “As much as I want everything out in the open, Sasuke needs to be the one to tell her.” He wondered, though, if Hinata was right. It would make life so much easier if Sakura found out, and approved. But he didn’t think that she would let Sasuke go easily. Naruto knew, now that he had Sasuke, he would never willingly let him go; why would Sakura be any different?
“I won’t tell her,” Hinata said. “It’s just…I want you to be happy, Naruto.”
Naruto grinned at her. “I am happy,” he said. “When have you ever seen me not happy? Oooh, I love this one!” He turned the radio up louder.
The restaurant that Mikoto and Kushina had chosen was one of the fanciest in town. Naruto rarely ate out; he preferred to order a pizza, and eat it at home. Mikoto’s dinners were about as fancy as he got, and while she had high class chiefs, the chiefs in this restaurant clearly trumped them. Even Hinata, no stranger to fancy places, was staring around in awe.
The restaurant took up the whole ground floor of the Imperia Hotel. It had a high domed ceiling, from which hung a chandelier as wide as Naruto was tall. The décor was faux Arabian, all golds and purples. The main floor plan of the restaurant was open, but the walls were lined with booths, tall arched entrance ways shrouded in sumptuous silk drapes. The coolest thing about the booths was that some of them had fish tank walls. Naruto really wanted to add one to his bathroom, but Kushina thought it was cruel, and Minato impractical. Naruto had noticed the fish tank walls when he had scoped the place out earlier in the day, and decided that they had to have a booth. Sasuke would probably like the privacy, too.
“Wow,” Hinata breathed. “I almost wish I was staying, now.”
“I swear I’ll bring you here again, another time,” Naruto said, feeling suddenly guilty. Hinata was giving up the date she had won for him. Impulsively, he wrapped his arm around her in a hug. “Thank you,” he said, placing a kiss on the top of her head.
Hinata flushed bright red and stammered. Naruto wondered if she would ever get rid of her shyness. He had thought that she was getting better.
One of the waiters came over, a pompous looking fellow who seemed more of a caricature than an actual person. Naruto was surprised when he spoke; he had expected his voice to be nasal, but it was quite pleasant.
They were escorted to their booth, complete with fish walls, to find Sasuke already there waiting for them. He was not alone.
Naruto stared at the hulking figure hovering behind Sasuke and crowding out the booth as Hinata slid onto a chair, settling her hand bag on the floor, and complimenting Sasuke on his tie.
“Who brings their minder on a date?” Naruto snapped, turning his glare to Sasuke. He had plans for tonight, that didn’t include any company bar him and Sasuke.
Sasuke’s dark eyes flashed with icy fire. “Everyone knew where I was going tonight,” he said. “I could hardly not bring someone along. You should be glad that I managed to leave Karin and Suigetsu at home.”
Naruto sat himself next to Hinata, who was poking at the fish wall, with a small sigh. He should have known; nothing was ever easy where Sasuke was concerned.
Naruto ordered a bottle of champagne, and opened up the menu. Most of it was in French. He grimaced; languages were not his strong point. He would have to rely on Sasuke, and hope that he didn’t order him snails or something else disgusting.
“You want that one,” Sasuke said reaching over and pointing to something unpronounceable on Naruto’s menu.
Naruto raised a doubtful eyebrow. “Really?” he asked.
Sasuke smiled. “Trust me,” he said.
The waiter came back with the champagne and poured them all a glass, apart from Juugo, who was treated like an item of furniture. He didn’t seem to mind; his eyes were fixed on the fish wall.
Naruto took the opportunity to grab Hinata. He pointed to the item that Sasuke had selected for him on the menu. “Hey, this isn’t snails, is it?” He asked.
Hinata frowned down at the menu. “No. snails are escargot.” She pointed to a different dish. “This is Le Poisson avec pommes frites….fish and chips. How odd; that’s not particularly French.”
Naruto grinned. “Suits me; I hate fancy food.”
“Which is why you’re constantly importing in ramen,” Sasuke said.
“Instant ramen,” Naruto retorted. “Nothing fancy about that.”
Sasuke snorted, and ordered something incomprehensible. Naruto pointed to the fish and chips; he wasn’t about to make himself look like an idiot by trying to pronounce it. The waiter turned to Hinata, waiting for her to order. She licked her lips, her lilac eyes suddenly very wide. This was it; Hinata was preparing to act her socks off.
She stood up, her chair grating against the floor, and took a wobbling step forward. Naruto realised that he was in her way, and hurriedly stood up. Hinata let out a moan, dramatically holding the back of one hand against her forehead. She stumbled forward, swaying from side to side, then collapsed in a heap at Naruto’s feet.
Naruto stared down at her; they hadn’t really spoken about what she was going to do, but he hadn’t expected that. He had thought that maybe she would plead a sudden sickness and go home. The waiter was on the verge of panic; Juugo looked concerned. Sasuke appeared to be unable to decide whether he was annoyed or amused.
Naruto knelt down next to Hinata. “Hey,” he hissed in her ear, “wasn’t that a bit over the top?”
“I didn’t know what to say,” Hinata whispered back.
“Well, that was a successful date,” Sasuke said. “It lasted all of five minutes. You’re going to have to take her home now.” He seemed to have settled on being annoyed.
Crap! Naruto thought; he hadn’t really thought about how to get Hinata home. Even if she wasn’t faking unconsciousness, he had driven her there. He doubted that Hiashi Hyuuga would appreciate a call to come and get her. Crap! Then he remembered Juugo. He felt a slow smile spread on his face.
“Juugo can take her home,” he said.
“How will I get home? We only brought the one car.”
“I’ll take you home.” It worked out perfectly, thank god for Fugaku’s obsession with personal staff for the Uchiha family.
Sasuke gave Naruto a long, considering look before nodding. “OK. Juugo, take Hinata home; don’t let anyone see you get back to the Uchiha manor, I don’t want father to realise I’m out alone.”
Juugo picked Hinata up as easily as if she were a rag doll. She let out a small gasp of surprise before she remembered that she was supposed to be out cold and went limp.
The panicked waiter paled as Juugo pushed aside the drape and calmly strode through the centre of the restaurant carrying Hinata.
Sasuke glared at him. “What are you waiting for? I want my food sometime today, please.”
The man bowed and backed out of the booth, apparently acting on auto pilot.
It was too much for Naruto to bear; he burst out laughing as he sunk down into Hinata’s vacated chair. “Did you see the look on his face when Juugo carried Hinata through the restaurant? I thought he was going to faint!”
Sasuke’s unimpressed look only made Naruto laugh louder; he supposed that he should feel sorry for the waiter, but his reaction was just too funny.
“Remind me to never rely on Hinata’s acting skills,” Sasuke murmured as Naruto’s mirth abated. “As I said yesterday, if you wanted me to take you out to dinner, you should have just asked.”
Naruto snorted, and took a swig of his champagne. “Yeah, but this way was more fun for my mum. Hinata seemed to be enjoying herself, too. All that attention that she got at the auction really helped with her shyness.”
“Ah, so that’s why you went along with this ridiculous scheme.” Sasuke took a sip of his champagne.
Naruto drained his glass, and grabbed Hinata’s. “I can’t see any other reason,” he said.
Sasuke’s lips twitched in a small grin. “I hope that you realise that I’m not letting you drink drive,” he said.
Naruto gave him a sly look. “That is not going to be a problem,” he replied. Impulsively, he caught Sasuke’s hand and brought it to his lips. For a wonder Sasuke didn’t pull away. His dark eyes seemed to glow in the soft lighting.
“I love you,” Naruto murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Sasuke’s fingers.
Sasuke’s face flushed. “Naruto,” he began, “I-”
The curtain protecting their privacy was pulled back. Sasuke snatched his hand from Naruto’s grasp. They both gaped at the intruder, a man with a violin in his hands.
Sasuke recovered first. “Who are you?” He asked, his voice cold.
“I was hired…you are the winners of the auction?”
“Actually, we’re the prize. I’m going to kill my mother.”
“Not if I get there first,” Sasuke muttered darkly. “The winner got sick; we’re just taking advantage of a free meal. And we don’t want any music.”
The embarrassed musician apologised, and beat a hasty retreat from Sasuke’s glare.
“I’m sorry, Sasuke. I swear I had nothing to do with that. I think that mum just got carried away.” Naruto hoped that there were no more Kushina instigated surprises in store for them. Sasuke hated his privacy being invaded; Kushina may as well have wrapped him up and handed him to Sakura on a platter. Now there was a mental image. Though it was better if he got rid of Sakura, and Sasuke was naked.
“I should have made you order frogs legs,” Sasuke muttered.
Naruto cursed his mother; the mood was completely ruined now. Sasuke was in irritable mode, and Naruto needed him in fun sexy mode.
Panicking slightly, Naruto said the first thing that came into his head. “I really want a fish wall.”
Sasuke raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
“Don’t you think it’s cool, how they all swim around in the wall like that?”
Sasuke regarded the fish wall. “There’s a dead one there,” he pointed out, tracing the descent of the sad little fish corpse with his finger. “How do they feed them? Or clean it out?”
Naruto shrugged. He had never really thought about those sorts of things, just how cool it would look. “They probably come with instructions,” he said. “Though maybe I could start small, with a sea monkey wall or something.”
Sasuke let out a small laugh at that. Naruto beamed. Every laugh he got out of Sasuke felt like an achievement. “What are you going to build up to? Kittens?”
“Oooh, how cute would that be? A kitten wall.” The mental image was adorable. The reality possibly not so much.
The waiter arrived with their meals. Naruto was pleased to see that Hinata was right, and what he had ordered was fish and chips. Sasuke’s meal looked as elaborate as it had sounded.
They ate in silence for a moment, then Sasuke said; “Today, Sakura made me-”
“Stop,” Naruto interrupted. “I’ve decided that tonight we don’t talk about her, or your family or anything like that. It’s just you and me.”
Sasuke looked at him, an unreadable expression in his eyes. Then he smiled, slowly, like the moon moving out of an eclipse. “Ok,” he said. “A night for us.”
They clicked their glassed together in a toast.
“I have to know,” Sasuke said, his voice low, “what do you have planned for after dinner?”
Naruto took a sip of champagne. “I may have booked us a room,” he said. “This is a hotel, after all. Don’t worry, Cinderella, I’ll get you home by midnight…well, before breakfast.”
Sasuke’s eyes narrowed at Naruto calling him Cinderella, but he didn’t comment on it. “What about dessert?” He asked.
Naruto snickered. “I know what I’m having,” he said, reaching out and running his fingers down Sasuke’s arm. He felt Sasuke shudder under his touch, and suddenly wished that they were somewhere more private. He looked into Sasuke’s eyes, and saw his thoughts reflected.
“I’m full,” Naruto said.
“Me too.”
They had barely touched their food.
Naruto grabbed the half full champagne bottle with one hand, and Sasuke’s wrist with the other. Sasuke pulled his arm away as Naruto pushed aside the curtain. Naruto quickly found the waiter, and ensured that their meal would be billed to one Kushina Uzumaki. He was going to make sure that the hotel room was in her name, too. It would serve her right for sending in the violinist.
Sasuke attempted to avoid notice as Naruto picked up the keys to their room, despite the fact that the lobby was empty apart from the girl behind the desk, who obviously knew they were their together, and were booking in to a double room. Naruto left him to it. The hotel had a very strict client confidentiality policy. Even if the girl recognised them, she wouldn’t say anything; it would cost her her job.
Their room was on the top floor. Naruto gaped as he pushed open the door. He had asked for the room to be prepared, when he had dropped in earlier to drop off some things, but he hadn’t imagined anything like this. The large bed; a four poster complete with curtains, was strewn with yellow rose petals. The lights were off, and the room was lit with candles that sat on every available surface. A faint bubbling from the bathroom suggested that the Jacuzzi bath had been switched on.
“Naruto, you do realise that this is the honeymoon suite,” Sasuke said from behind him.
“Is it? I just asked them for their best room. Anyway, how can you tell?”
Sasuke rolled his eyes. “Sa- I mean, I have been looking at enough pictures of the things recently.”
Naruto narrowed his eyes, pleased that Sasuke had censored himself, but a little bit irrationally irritated that he had thought of Sakura.
“Well, if you’re sure, we best do this properly,” Naruto said.
Before Sasuke could question him, he had grabbed the other man, and swept him up to hold him bridal style. Naruto regretted the impulse almost immediately. He and Sasuke were of similar height and build, and while Sasuke was slim, it was mainly muscle. Sasuke struggling really didn’t help. Naruto managed to just get them over the threshold before he half dropped, half fell on Sasuke.
“Idiot!” Sasuke exclaimed, rubbing his hip, “what if someone saw us?”
Naruto got up, sniggering, and checked the corridor before closing and locking the door. “No one’s there,” he said. “Stop being so paranoid.”
He placed the bottle of champagne on the dresser, quite impressed that he hadn’t spilled any of it, and reached a hand out to Sasuke, who was still on the floor, glaring up at him. Sasuke ignored the outstretched hand, so Naruto grabbed his wrist and pulled him up. Sasuke obviously wasn’t that pissed at him; he allowed Naruto to drag him up, and pull him into a loose embrace.
Naruto moved his hands to cup Sasuke’s face, staring into the dark eyes of his lover. Sasuke’s slightly parted lips were begging to be kissed, so Naruto took up the invitation, gently pressing his lips against Sasuke’s. He felt Sasuke’s breath catch as their lips met. Sasuke’s mouth opened under his, trying to deepen the kiss, but Naruto was content to press small butterfly kisses to Sasuke’s mouth, before trailing his lips across Sasuke’s face, kissing his cheeks, his nose, his forehead.
Sasuke let out a frustrated hiss, and grabbed Naruto’s head, pulling him down into a forceful kiss; his teeth nipping at Naruto’s lips. Naruto knew what Sasuke wanted; he opened his mouth, allowing Sasuke to ravish him with his tongue. His hands began to work on Sasuke’s shirt, tugging at the buttons. The tie proved to be the most difficult; Naruto loved how Sasuke could look good in almost anything, but he wished that he would wear a shirt without a tie.
Sasuke wriggled out of Naruto’s grasp, and quickly stripped off the tie and shirt. Naruto’s hungry gaze took in Sasuke’s slender form; he wanted to kiss the toned stomach, bite his way down the sparse trail of dark hair that led from the navel. He wanted to hear Sasuke screaming his name. Naruto grinned, and stripped off his own shirt. He kicked his shoes off, all the while not taking his eyes from Sasuke.
Sasuke carefully slipped his own shoes off, then started to slowly unbuckle his belt. Naruto was unsurprised to see that he wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“I want to try out the Jacuzzi,” Naruto said.
The tub was outrageously big; there was easily enough room for five people, though why there was a need for a tub big enough for five people in a honeymoon suit was beyond Naruto. Maybe some couples had their bridesmaids join them.
More rose petals were scattered in the water; Naruto was surprised that the heat hadn’t wilted them, but when he snagged one, it was to discover that they were fake. Then Sasuke completely took his mind off of the petals; clasping him around the waist and kissing him; their legs tangled together under the water. The caress of the bubbles, while no match for that of Sasuke’s fingers running up and down Naruto’s back was still pleasant. Naruto felt like he could have spent hours like this, just kissing. His passion was at a simmer, resting below the surface, ready to ignite at the slightest spark from Sasuke.
Sasuke pulled back from the kiss, and nipped at Naruto’s chin. “You trying to grow a beard again?” He asked.
“Why? Do you think it would make me look rugged?”
Sasuke snorted, running his damp hands down Naruto’s cheeks. “If by rugged you mean ridiculously patchy.” He said.
It was true; Naruto had never really tried to grow facial hair exactly, but laziness had led him to leave off shaving for a few weeks. The results had been unfortunate. Apart from patchy stubble, the only place that the hair had really grown was on his cheeks. Sasuke had thought they looked like whiskers, and had laughed every time he saw Naruto until he shaved.
“At least I can grow a beard,” Naruto muttered; Uchiha men were notorious for being as bare faced as girls.
Sasuke frowned, and splashed water at Naruto with vengeful accuracy.
Naruto stared at him for a long moment, water dripping down his face, then with a wicked grin, he pounced. He grabbed Sasuke, trying to pull him under the water. The Uchiha proved to be slippery as an eel; he twisted out of Naruto’s grasp, splashing him with more water in the process. They splashed and wrestled around the tub, soaking themselves and the floor in the process. Naruto was delighted to hear Sasuke laugh; his heart soared at the sound. Sasuke laughed so rarely that the sound was almost alien. This was what Naruto wanted, Sasuke happy, Sasuke laughing. Sasuke with him. He got a nosefull of water, and almost choked, but it was so worth it.
Finally, he managed to grab Sasuke and pin him to the side of the tub. His black hair was plastered to his head, and a rose petal was stuck to his cheek. His eyes shone. Naruto felt his heart catch in his throat as he realised just how much he loved this man. Sasuke was everything to him, and he would do whatever it took to hold on to him.
Leaning in, Naruto placed a searing kiss on Sasuke’s lips. Sasuke let out a little murmur, and his arms wrapped around Naruto, holding him close.
Large fluffy white towels had been left beside the tub. They had been soaked as much as the rest of the room, but they still managed to dry themselves. Naruto took Sasuke by the hand, and led him to the bed. They sank onto the mattress, exchanging kisses and caresses. Naruto rolled Sasuke onto his stomach, and took a bottle from the draw next to the bed. Sasuke watched him, apparently content to let Naruto take the lead.
Naruto straddled Sasuke’s hips, and poured some of the oil into his hands. It warmed as he rubbed them together. He applied it to Sasuke’s back in long, slow strokes, feeling the muscles relax under his hands.
Sasuke let out a small groan. “You’re going to put me to sleep,” he said.
“I doubt that,” Naruto replied, leaning down and catching Sasuke’s ear lobe in his mouth. He kissed the side of Sasuke’s neck, before sitting back up. He slid backwards, so he could run his hands across Sasuke’s buttocks. The oil and candle light made Sasuke’s skin glow, as if he were some sort of ethereal being, come down to earth.
Naruto parted Sasuke’s ass cheeks, one palm placed firmly on each buttock, exposing the slightly darker flesh of Sasuke’s anus. He dipped his head, and ran his tongue down the crease, swirling at the tight entrance with a teasing flick before pressing the flat against the perineum. Sasuke moaned and arched his back, pressing his ass against Naruto’s face.
Naruto grinned to himself at how eager Sasuke was. He swirled his tongue against the smooth flesh of Sasuke’s perineum, before moving higher. He kissed Sasuke’s opening as if it were his mouth, teasing with lips before grazing lightly with teeth, and finally plunging his tongue deep inside. The taste was musky and bitter and completely Sasuke. Naruto loved it; he loved the soft mewling gasps that Sasuke was making. His cock hardened in response, leaking and desperate to be buried in that tight heat.
With one last tender kiss to Sasuke’s hole, Naruto released his buttocks, and grabbed the oil again. He dribbled it directly on to Sasuke’s ass, watching it stream down his crease, heading for his hole. Naruto used the pads of two fingers to massage the oil around Sasuke’s pucker, occasionally slipping the tip of one in. his other hand, still slick from the massage, he wrapped around his dick. The way the oil heated with the friction had him aching.
Naruto lay himself down on top of Sasuke, the head of his cock resting in the crease of Sasuke’s ass. Sasuke lay with his head twisted to one side, his dark eyes dilated with lust. He stared at Naruto, naked need written on his face. It almost undid Naruto. With a sobbing moan, he sunk into Sasuke. The other man was so relaxed there was no resistance. Naruto slipped into Sasuke in one smooth thrust that had their balls resting together. Naruto grabbed Sasuke’s hands, twining their fingers together. He pressed a line of kisses against Sasuke’s neck as he began to move, a slow rocking of his hips that had them both moaning.
“Na...Naruto,” Sasuke gasped, “more, please.”
Naruto shifted, making his thrusts harder and deeper. Sasuke let out a long, low moan, arching his back and meeting Naruto’s thrusts. Sasuke’s tight, hot ass gripping his cock tightly as always threatened to take away Naruto’s sanity. The oil and his pre-come made the friction bearable, but nothing could take away from the tightness, how Sasuke clamped down on him with each thrust in, making sparks of bliss course down his length as he dragged it back out. Sasuke disentangled the fingers of one hand to grab Naruto’s head, and pull him into an awkward kiss.
Naruto’s balls ached with his impending orgasm. As always, sex with Sasuke was just too good. With a groan he wrapped his arms around Sasuke’s waist, and sat back on his heels, pulling Sasuke up with him. Sasuke let out a cry of surprise that turned into a deep moan as Naruto’s cock sank deeper inside him. Sasuke tipped his head back, resting it on Naruto’s shoulder. His breath was coming in gasps.
Naruto wrapped his fist around Sasuke’s leaking cock; a few quick thrusts, which he echoed with tugs on Sasuke’s cock, and they were coming together, Sasuke’s twitching ass milking Naruto’s cock as Sasuke’s come scattered over his chest and the duvet, mixing with the scattered rose petals.
Naruto somehow managed to lower them onto the bed without collapsing on top of Sasuke. His spent dick slipped out of Sasuke’s ass as they lay down, and Sasuke spun around to face him. His eyes were heavily lidded with a cat like contentment.
“Mmm, I’ve been wanting to do that all day,” Sasuke murmured, slipping one leg between Naruto’s. He reached out, and twisted a strand of damp blond hair around his finger.
“So, do you always fuck on the first date?” Naruto asked with a snicker.
“Only if my date’s a sexy blonde who knows how to fuck me senseless. I guess you just got very lucky. I must have felt sorry for you or something.”
“Yeah, well I pity fucked you too,” Naruto replied, stroking a finger down Sasuke’s cheek. Sasuke turned his head and caught the finger in his mouth, sucking on it briefly. Naruto’s cock twitched, suddenly paying attention. He pulled his finger out of Sasuke’s mouth and kissed him, deep and hard, tongues tangling together.
“I pity fucked you first,” Sasuke said, slightly breathless.
Naruto let out a snort of laughter. “You always have to have the last word,” he said.
Sasuke stuck out his tongue. Naruto took that as an invitation, and drew it into his mouth for another long kiss.
“You know,” Naruto said, draping his arm over Sasuke, “we never talk about sex. Even now we’re doing it, we don’t talk about it.”
“Possibly because we’re too busy doing it. Anyway, what is there to talk about?”
“Likes, dislikes, fantasies. Hey, Sasuke, why don’t you tell me your biggest, darkest fantasy? I bet it’s kinky.” Naruto said.
Sasuke rolled his eyes, but a pink flush lit his cheeks. Naruto was instantly intrigued.
“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours,” Naruto said, suddenly desperate to know. “Come on Sasuke, what is the one thing you’re just dying to do?”
“You go first,” Sasuke muttered.
Naruto grinned. “Ok, I would love to tie you up, make you beg, tease you until you scream out my name.”
Sasuke let out a small snicker; “and you thought I’d be kinky? Are we talking chains, or straps?”
“Hmm, bit of both, I guess. And toys. I’d love to see you hard and desperate and spread out for me.”
The idea was becoming more and more compelling as they spoke about it. Especially since Sasuke didn’t seem to be against the thought of letting Naruto tie him up. However, Naruto wasn’t being entirely honest. As much as he wanted to try a bit of bondage with Sasuke, there was one thing he wanted more. He would never say it though, and certainly never do it, not while Sasuke was still intent on marrying Sakura. Number two would have to do for now, because he really, really wanted to know Sasuke’s fantasy. He hoped that it was something Sakura would never be able to do for him. It would be another subtle push that moved him closer to Naruto.
“Ok, your turn,” Naruto said.
Sasuke closed his eyes, the flush returning to his face. “It’s not what you think,” he said, “it’s not a kinky fantasy or anything like that, it’s just…I’ve never topped; I’ve never wanted to. I like the power of being fucked, of bending over and letting some guy stick his dick in me. Because I know I’ve got him where I want him. I’m in control. Most guys I guess see bottoming as letting themselves become vulnerable. I don’t; even when I let go, I know that the pleasure the other guy is feeling is coming from me; I’m making him feel that. To me, the top is the much more vulnerable position. And the only person I would ever want to do that with is you. My fantasy is to fuck you, Naruto.”
Naruto stared at Sasuke, momentarily made dumb by the irony. Then the meaning behind his words slowly became clear. “Only me?” He asked, his voice soft.
“Only you. I swear, Naruto only ever you.”
Naruto smiled, surprised to find tears forming behind his eyes. “I love you, too.” He said, pressing their foreheads together. Sasuke smiled.
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