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Crossing Boundaries for You	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 12499 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto nor make profit of it. Kishimoto owns it.

Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
Author's note: Like promised here I am with the sixth chapter.
Warnings: morning after; angst (but do I still need to mention that particular tag in this story? *coughs*)
I hope you'll like it!
Chapter 6
In spite of having been too cowardly the night before, it still stung the blond man to wake up alone; the side where Sasuke had slept cold to the touch.
Sitting up, Naruto became angry with himself, scowling down at his clenched fists. What had he expected, really? That Sasuke would have stayed for breakfast? Stupid!
Well, he had done that before, he amended, recalling vividly all those nights they had spent together because they were either too tired or drunk. So no, it wasn't really strange for him to have expected Sasuke to still be here when he woke up.
Then again those previous 'sleepovers' had never involved them having sex – no matter how much Naruto had wished that had been the case – so maybe it was for the best Sasuke wasn't here anymore.
A humourless chuckle left him and he shook his head, disappointed in himself; a feeling he was all too well acquainted with.
"Get yourself together," he whispered harshly, shivering absentmindedly when a cold draft blew through a crack near the window. "If you couldn't handle it, you shouldn't have offered."
But he had and now here he was. Possibly already pregnant, possibly not. He would only know that for certain when he took the test in a month. He had wanted to take it sooner, but Sakura had advised him to wait for a month, just to be on the safe side.
Sakura …
Guilt hit him like a punch in the stomach and his breathing hitched as nausea churned his stomach. He had slept with her husband, fuck. How was he supposed to look her in the eye next time they met?
She agreed to it, he reminded himself. She knew what needed to happen and she agreed to it. There's no need to feel guilty about it.
But he did feel guilty. Perhaps it was irrational, because it wasn't as if they had gone behind her back about it. They all knew what needed to happen in order for a child to exist, but the weight of what he had done last night pressed down on him heavily all of a sudden.
He had slept with his best friend, shit. A man who was married and who wouldn't have looked twice at him if he hadn't wanted a baby.
Blue eyes landed on the discarded scarf, the one they had had to use in order to trick Sasuke into getting it up and that was it.
He landed on his knees in front of the toilet bowl right in time for his dinner to come up violently; the sound of retching echoing through the small bathroom as his throat burned and his stomach churned with sickening nausea.
He had experienced better ways to wake up after sex, that was for sure.
'Can I come over?'
Naruto gnawed on his lower lip, staring at the text, as he stumbled into his kitchen, doing his best to ignore the throbbing ache in his lower back. His phone had buzzed with an incoming message right before he had left the shower and for a few seconds he had held the ridiculous hope that it was a text from Sasuke.
It wasn't. Gaara had texted him.
Maybe it was for the best, he consoled himself as he ambled towards the counter to make some coffee. He still didn't know how to act around Sasuke now that they had slept together, so a few hours without contact with the dark haired man would probably be good.
'Yeah', he sent back after a short bout of contemplation. If he was alone for the entire day, he would probably go stir crazy with worry about how he was supposed to act tonight – when they had to sleep together again. Having company for at least a little while would do him some good.
'I'll be there in twenty minutes.'
Naruto placed his phone on the counter and grabbed his mug, dropping some sugar cubes in it as he waited for his coffee to be ready. He probably should eat something, but his stomach felt all twisted up and he wasn't sure whether he would be able to keep anything down right now. Maybe in a little while.
He breathed out noisily and ran a hand through his damp hair; his gaze absentmindedly roaming across the room until they caught sight of a yellow post-it stuck on his refrigerator. Cocking his head, he abandoned his mug for the moment and went to check out the note as he couldn't recall having written anything down on a post-it.
'Left for work. Will be back around six.'
It wasn't signed, but there was no need for that as Naruto knew who had left the message for him. It could only be Sasuke after all and he worried his lower lip between his teeth. He hadn't expected a note from his friend, but it was … thoughtful he supposed. At least now he knew when he could expect the dark haired man to be back at his place.
His stomach flipped funnily and he turned around at the sound of the sharp 'click' announcing his coffee was ready. It was currently nearly nine o'clock, so that gave him around nine hours to fill before Sasuke would be back for round two.
A hysterical chuckle escaped him before he could stop himself and he clamped his mouth shut, focusing on filling his mug with the black coffee. Would they need the – no, don't think about that now.
A knock on the door broke him out of his thoughts and he hurried to open it, slowing down a bit when his back protested.
Intense green eyes studied him when he swung the door open and Gaara silently held up a dark brown paper bag with the logo of the local coffee shop. The delicious smell of bacon and egg and the sweet scent of pancakes drifted towards the blond man, alerting him to the fact that his friend had stopped on his way to buy breakfast.
"You didn't have to," Naruto muttered, stepping aside to let the other man enter.
Gaara scoffed as he entered, halting briefly to slip off his shoes and take off his jacket before he walked to the kitchen on sock clad feet. "As if you have anything decent in your house for breakfast," he mumbled, scowling at the blue eyed man.
Naruto wanted to protest, but gave up with a huff when he realised that the older man was right. He still needed to go grocery shopping, but had forgotten about it when anxiety about sleeping with Sasuke had taken over. Damn it.
"I can eat after getting groceries," he couldn't stop himself from pointing out even when he followed the red haired man into the kitchen, where his mug was gently steaming. "Coffee?"
"Yes, please," Gaara sighed and placed the bag on the table. "Yes well, you're likely to end up buying mostly junk food if you don't eat breakfast first."
"I would not," Naruto pouted and handed over a white mug filled with black coffee, no sugar or milk, to Gaara.
The other man looked at him judgementally and Naruto scowled before snatching his own mug from the counter and sitting down at the table.
Green eyes regarded him calmly as he opened the bag, releasing the scent of fresh, warm breakfast, and his stomach growled in response. All right, so maybe he could eat something. Ignoring the knowing look thrown in his direction, he took out the napkin wrapped sandwich with bacon and egg and a small, clear box containing a plate with three thick pancakes, topped off generously with maple syrup.
"You want a pancake?" Naruto offered when he realised that the bag didn't contain a second serving.
"No, I ate before I came here," Gaara replied and had already stood up to take a plate and cutlery before Naruto could move so much as an inch.
"Thanks," Naruto muttered and after taking a sip of his coffee, he started attacking his sandwich first; stifling a groan of enjoyment when the flavours burst apart on his tongue. "So, what have you been up to these past few days?"
Narrowing his eyes slightly, Gaara leant back in his chair, one hand wrapped around his mug and replied, "The usual. I'm making some progress with the story."
"Yeah? That's great," Naruto grinned. "Think you'll be finished soon?"
Gaara's insomnia prevented him from taking up a lot of jobs; not many employers were interested in hiring someone who could suddenly fall asleep once their body couldn't handle the lack of rest anymore and shut down. So after going from one place to the next, Gaara had decided to pick up an old hobby of his and started writing stories, polishing the ones he had written when he was younger so they were good enough to get published. So far a collection of short stories had been released, which sold relatively well, and currently he was working on a horror story. He had remained rather tight lipped about it, but Naruto knew he had hit a block for a few weeks now, his muse having left him temporarily.
"I'm nearing the ending," Gaara confirmed, sipping from his coffee.
They talked a bit more about Naruto's job and Kiba's latest failure at flirting with the cashier at the local grocery store. Shikamaru and Temari were back to dating each other and Kankuro was seeing a woman he had recently met in a dance club.
Naruto devoured the sandwich rather quickly and was attacking the second pancake when Gaara asked out of the blue, "So how did it go last night?"
His bite of pancake and syrup got lodged into the wrong pipe of shock and Naruto choked and coughed until he could swallow and breathe again, pounding his own chest. "What the fuck, Gaara?" he stuttered; voice raspy due to the strain the coughing had put it through. First vomiting, then nearly choking – it really wasn't his day, it seemed.
Gaara cocked his head to the right; the look on his face neutral. "What? Just wanted to be sure you're okay."
"Well, as you can see I'm still in one piece," Naruto retorted, grinning weakly as he gestured towards himself.
His grin didn't fool the red haired man at all and green eyes merely looked at him unimpressed. Naruto sighed, slumping back in his chair as he pushed his plate with the remaining one and a half pancake away from him.
"It went as well as could be expected," he muttered, glancing down at the table, tracing meaningless shapes on it.
"Naruto," Gaara sighed, leaning forwards.
"Look, I know what I'm doing, okay?" Naruto said annoyed and shoved his chair backwards, standing up to clean the table and get rid of the trash. "So there's no need to worry."
For a while silence reigned in the small kitchen, only broken by the sounds of paper crinkling and landing in the garbage can and the dishes being done. Stubbornly Naruto kept his back towards his friend, not in the mood to hear another lecture. It wasn't as if he could stop now that they had started the process of conceiving, so another lecture would be a moot point.
"I'm your friend, Naruto," Gaara broke the silence softly and the lingering note of hurt made Naruto pause and guiltily look down at the plate he was drying off. "I just worry about you. Is that a crime?"
"Just, I'll be fine, okay? I promise," Naruto smiled wanly and turned around to face the older man. "It's not like I can go back now, right? I already h-had sex with Sasuke, so …" he trailed off, shrugging stiffly.
Gaara grimaced and rubbed a hand over his face, looking tired. "Yes, I know," he mumbled and his eyes darkened considerably. "Just – if you want to talk about it - "
"I know, thanks," Naruto smiled, putting the plate back into the cupboard. He didn't think he would talk about what had transpired last night – it was too embarrassing; he felt too ashamed – but it was good to know he had a listening ear if he desired to talk.
"Why don't I help you with grocery shopping?" Gaara suggested; a thin veiled attempt to change the subject. "We can watch a movie afterwards or so."
"You don't need to help me." Naruto rolled his eyes; amusement filling him a bit. "Not saying no to the movie, though."
Anything to keep his thoughts off what was going to happen tonight.
"If I don't help you, you're likely to just fill every available space with ramen," Gaara snorted and rose up from his chair.
"I wouldn't!" Naruto protested, but well, Gaara did have a point. Ramen was just so easy to prepare and delicious, though! Not to mention cheap, which was a relief to his wallet.
"Uhuh, right, let's go," Gaara said unimpressed, beckoning the blond man to follow him.
"You're mean, Gaara," Naruto whined, but grabbed his jacket, wallet and keys, pulling on his shoes with a quiet huff before following the red haired man outside.
He did need to go grocery shopping – and having company was better than being alone now.
"Did you eat?" Naruto questioned, feeling inexplicably nervous again as the dark haired man pulled off his shoes and set down his briefcase.
It's just Sasuke, he scolded himself. Your best friend, remember? Also the guy you've been in love with for years and who you slept with last night and …
He cut his own thoughts off hastily; he really, really shouldn't be thinking like that. Especially when Sasuke had made it quite clear yesterday that he was completely straight. He swallowed and tugged at his shirt; the faint buzz of the evening news filtering through the open door of the living room.
Sasuke snorted, straightening up. "When would I have had time to eat? It's only six o'clock and I came straight here from work," he said, rolling his eyes.
He had gone back to his house at some point in the day, though, because Naruto was pretty sure the other man hadn't been wearing that particular shirt last night.
"Well, what about pizza?" Naruto suggested and hoped his voice wasn't trembling as much as he feared it was. Fuck, he really should get a hold on himself. What the hell was wrong with him? "I was thinking of ordering some pizza, but if you don't want to …"
"Doesn't matter," Sasuke replied and shrugged. "I'll eat whatever you have."
"Okay, pizza it is then," Naruto stated, forcing himself to sound cheerfully as he went back to the kitchen to grab the menu of the closest pizzeria. Not that he needed the menu to choose a pizza, but he couldn't be bothered by learning the phone number by heart, so the menu was mainly used to check the number.
As he was waiting for someone in the pizzeria to pick up the phone, he heard Sasuke's phone ringing and his stomach did an odd twist as he wondered whether Sakura was calling his friend.
"What do you want?" Sasuke's rude greeting answered Naruto's question. Whoever it was on the other side of the line, it wasn't Sakura.
"Pizzeria Capoli, good evening," a man greeted Naruto, startling him.
"Ah yes, good evening," he fumbled, shaking his head. "Eh, I like to order one Margherita with extra tomato sauce and one Hawaiian pizza, please."
Sasuke had said he would eat whatever Naruto ate, but he knew the other man would bitch if there wasn't enough tomatoes on it to his liking. He had never understood Sasuke's obsession with tomatoes and had given up on trying to comprehend it.
"Okay, any side dishes?" the pizzeria guy asked and in the background Naruto could hear several people talking loudly and the buzz that came from a full restaurant.
"No, that's it."
"All right. Pick up or delivery?"
"Delivery," Naruto decided after a moment. He didn't have a car to quickly drive over and taking the bus would take far too long. He could send Sasuke, he supposed, because he did have a car, but getting it delivered was just quicker and easier all around.
"Okay, so one Margherita with extra sauce and one Hawaiian pizza, no side dishes," the guy summed up and Naruto confirmed the order. "Cash or card?"
"Cash."
"Your order will be ready in twenty minutes. Can I have your address?"
Naruto gave his address and hung up after the guy told him the total amount he had to pay when the pizzas got delivered. He slipped his phone in his pocket, making a mental note to charge it because the battery was running dangerously low and turned around – only to jump up nearly three feet in the air when he noticed Sasuke standing closely behind him.
"Fuck!" Naruto exclaimed, a hand pressed against his chest where his heart was beating madly. "A little warning would have been nice, jerk!"
A dark eyebrow rose up. "I wasn't exactly sneaking around," Sasuke pointed out exasperatedly and dark eyes followed Naruto sharply as the younger man slipped around him with a huff, making his way to the refrigerator to get some drinks.
"You want something to drink?" Naruto called, head already bent to look into the refrigerator; hand resting on the top of the door. "I went grocery shopping today, so there's more than milk now," he added wryly. "Maybe beer?"
"You can't have beer now," Sasuke instantly retorted and the tone in his voice made it clear he was frowning.
Of all the answers he could give … "Of course I'm not having a beer," Naruto huffed annoyed. He knew better than to drink alcohol when he was trying to become pregnant. He didn't think one single beer would do much harm, but better safe than sorry. "Doesn't mean you can't have one, you know."
Maybe it would loosen him up, so that having sex would be slightly easier tonight.
"Just give me water," Sasuke sighed.
Naruto grabbed a bottle of water and a bottle of soda for himself before closing the refrigerator and turning around to hand over the water to his friend. "I ordered a Margherita and a Hawaiian one," he told him. "They should be here in half an hour normally."
"Okay," Sasuke said simply and accepted the bottle.
"You want to watch some television? There might be a movie on now," Naruto suggested, fiddling with the bottlecap of his soda.
"Sure, not like we can do much while we wait for the pizza to arrive," Sasuke replied, rising up from his stance against the counter.
"Great, let's see what's airing now," the blond man smiled and meant to leave the kitchen by passing Sasuke, but was halted by a hand clamping down around his upper arm. "What?"
"You okay?" Dark eyebrows furrowed as his best friend regarded him with concern lurking in his eyes.
"Yes, I am, why does everyone keep asking me that?" Naruto answered exasperatedly, shaking off Sasuke's grip on his arm. "Let's watch a movie, okay?"
"If you're regretting this," Sasuke started, frown deepening, but the other man interrupted him.
"Then it's already too late, isn't it?" Naruto retorted sharply and pressed his lips together when Sasuke narrowed his eyes. The bottle of soda was placed on the counter and Naruto rubbed his temples with his fingers; weariness pressing down on him. "Look, we can't go back now. We already slept together once," an odd twitch went through Sasuke's body, "and it's stupid to stop now. I'm okay, you don't need to worry about me. Things will be fine."
"I don't want this to change anything between us, Naruto," Sasuke murmured, voice uncharacteristically soft and heavily loaded with something the blond man couldn't identify.
But things had changed. The moment they had slept together for the first time, something had irrevocably changed between them and nothing would ever be the same again; it wouldn't be like before when they had just been best friends and Naruto nursed a secret crush on his friend, knowing he would never get more. Now he knew how it felt like to have sex with Sasuke – even if it had been awkward and uncomfortable and left him feeling ashamed for some reason – and while Sasuke might be able to easily compartmentalise sleeping with his best friend, Naruto had a harder time doing that.
It was his own fault, though. He knew what he had got himself into by making the offer of being a surrogate to his friends and he would have to deal with whatever consequences sprouted out of his decision. If he couldn't handle sleeping with Sasuke to make a baby, he shouldn't have offered.
He could do this. He would do this. At the end of the day he still had Sasuke's friendship, even after their rather awkward bout of sex, and the older man's friendship meant more to him than anything else. He wasn't about to screw up their friendship, just because he couldn't shut down his stupid crush on the other man.
He smiled and squeezed Sasuke's shoulder. "Nothing's going to change, bastard."
The relief shining through expressive, dark eyes hardened his resolve; he would get over his stupid issues. Like hell would he allow them to ruin the great friendship he had with the dark eyed man.
As long as he could keep their friendship, he would be fine.
Their second time having sex went only marginally better. Naruto comforted himself with the thought that at least now they hadn't gone through the awkward 'shit, how is Sasuke supposed to get it up?' stage again.
A small mercy, that.
AN2: Next chapter Naruto will take a test to confirm his pregnancy - three guesses as to what the result's going to be ...
Please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me!
Normally the next chapter will be posted on the sixteenth of June. For the ones interested, I posted the missing scene of Going to the Therapist yesterday under the title The Road to You.
See you all in the next chapter!
Cuddles
Melissa
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