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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: Thanks to Carousel and Masako for their reviews of chapter seven :) and thanks to everyone who has read and rated this story ^^
@ Carousel; I'm glad you're enjoying it :D
@ Masako; Thank you so much! I actualy empathise a lot with Sasuke, too, which is why I love to write him.
Here's Chapter nine, hope you enjoy ^^
Chapter Nine
July 16^th – 1 Month and 30 days to the Wedding
Sasuke lay on his side, propped up on one elbow, taking the moment to study Naruto’s sleeping form. The blond was still out cold, lying on his back with his hair mussed and his mouth open. An occasional grunting snore came from his mouth, and there was something that Sasuke thought was dried drool stuck to his cheek. Sasuke, God help him, found the sight damn adorable. Naruto let out a particularly loud grunt, and rolled onto his side. His arm draped around Sasuke’s waist, and Sasuke felt powerless to resist as his sleeping lover pulled him close.
Really, Naruto was starting to effect his judgement badly. The whole thing in the church last night had been a mad impulse that had quickly gotten out of control. His ass and back ached, and the scratches he had left on Naruto’s back and shoulders stood out in painful relief against the blond’s skin. Though Sasuke had to admit that he liked marking Naruto, liked knowing that the scratches were there. Still, it had been a sort of madness that had led him to say those things. True though they were, admitting them out loud made the fact that he and Naruto couldn’t be together properly all the more painful. He wouldn’t unsay them, though; he couldn’t. He loved Naruto so much it hurt; as he looked at the sleeping blond, his heart felt as if it was on fire with the passion he held for him.
Then there was Sakura; Sasuke turned his thoughts to his fiancée in the same way as one might probe a broken tooth. Touching it hurt, but there was a compulsion to poke at it all the same. He had hurt her feelings in his panic, something he had never meant to do. True, her sudden attack had been unexpected, but now he thought about it, it did make sense. Why wouldn’t she want to…become physical with her fiancé? As far as Sakura was aware, Sasuke was straight, and wanted to marry her. Why wait the two months to the wedding?
But Sasuke had panicked. The idea of having to…become physical with her had always been there in the back of his mind, but he had ignored it. Sakura had thrust the concept in his face, figuratively and literally, and he had reached a disturbing conclusion. He didn’t think that he would be able to do it, and not just because she was a girl, although that certainly didn’t help matters. He was fond of her, as he would be with a sister; it would be like sleeping with his sister, and the concept revolted him. It made him wonder how Naruto was different; he had known Naruto all his life, grown up with him; if anyone should feel like a sibling to him, it would be Naruto. Yet, Sasuke had never thought of him that way. Or if he had, puberty had quashed any familial feelings, then stamped on them until they died.
He wondered if it would be so bad to tell Sakura. He imagined the speech; I’m sorry, but I see you as a sister, so having sex is gross and incestuous. Oh, I’m also gay and in love with Naruto, but lets get married anyway, because my dad will kill us all if we don’t. Sakura would likely kill him if said that to her. She saw him as a lover, not a brother.
Regardless of how he felt about her, he needed to apologise, in a way that ensured that they avoided any physical intimacy until the wedding. He still had two months to figure out how he was going to manage that part of the marriage. Alcohol had been his best plan so far, but since the flaws included him being rendered incapable of doing anything, or accidently saying Naruto’s name, he was reluctant to go with that.
He pulled his thoughts away from Sakura for the moment, and turned them back to Naruto instead. The blond shifted in his sleep, burying his face in Sasuke’s chest. Sasuke ran his hands through the sleep tangled hair, admiring the golden colour. He would need to wake Naruto soon. He had snuck in last night, and questions would be asked if he just showed up at breakfast. Unless of course they said that Naruto had arrived early to continue working on the advertising project. He would rather not be so blatant about them using his study as a base of operations. Sasuke wasn’t sure what Fugaku thought about him setting up what was essentially the competition in their house. He knew; Sasuke was sure he knew, but as yet he hadn’t actually said anything about it. Maybe he was hoping to use Naruto and Sasuke working together to get his hands on shares of Hokage; Minato’s independence from anything Uchiha had always irked him.
Naruto’s eyes opened, bleary with sleep. He looked up at Sasuke, and his face lit up. Sasuke sucked in a sharp breath at the sight, stunned all over again by his lover. Naruto reached up, and pulled him down into a languid kiss.
After the previous night, it felt more intense. Sasuke felt that he could just spend eternity right there, his body tangled with Naruto’s.
“What time is it?” Naruto murmured against his lips.
Sasuke reluctantly pulled away to glance at the clock. “Seven thirty. Still early,” he said.
“Hmm, wanna order pizza and see what Hinata and Juugo have done with our script?”
Sasuke grimaced. “Where do you order pizza from at seven thirty in the morning?” Sasuke didn’t think that he could eat pizza for breakfast in any case. He was more of a toast person.
Naruto giggled. “Good point. I don’t suppose you have frozen pizza in the kitchen?”
“My mother’s chief’s will skewer you if you even suggest that any of the meals they prepare are ready made. Have cheese on toast and pretend.”
Naruto sighed deeply, and pushed aside the covers. Sasuke watched him walk naked to the bathroom, an appreciative smile on his face. Naruto had a very nice ass.
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They went straight to the study; Naruto was really eager to get back to work. Sasuke loved seeing him like this, but was a bit miffed, as he had wanted shower sex; his ass still ached enough to make penetration seem like a bad idea, but there was plenty of other things he could think of to do. Unfortunately, Naruto was half dressed by the time Sasuke made it to the shower. Sasuke gave up on the idea. For now, anyway.
Naruto made them coffee, and began shifting through the papers. He looked so studious, and for a brief moment Sasuke wondered what he would look like in glasses. He shook the image out of his head before he could slip into some sort of student/teacher fantasy, and left Naruto to his papers to go in search of some toast for breakfast.
As he approached Sakura’s room, he remembered that he owed her an apology. Her door was slightly ajar, and he could hear her voice within. Strangely curious, Sasuke forgot his hunger and edged closer, wondering who she was talking to.
Sakura was stood in front of a tall mirror; Sasuke didn’t think that he had ever been in her room before. She still had a room over at her parents place, but since they had become engaged she had spent most of her time at the Uchiha mansion. Her room was testament to this; pink was the main colour scheme; the walls were a very pale pink, with the skirting painted a dusky rose. A large wall hanging of a Sakura tree covered one wall. Even the carpet was pink. Sasuke wondered when she had decorated the place, and sensed his mother’s involvement.
She seemed to be practicing facial expressions. She would pout, then widen her eyes in a display of innocence, before smiling brightly. Then the pout came again; first seductive, then with a trembling lip, and a tear forming in one eye.
“Maybe I should try for clingier,” she muttered to herself, “but I doubt that I could get any clingier.” She bit her lip, and tears formed in her eyes again.
Sasuke didn’t have a clue what she was doing. He decided that the apology could probably wait for later, and was backing away when Sakura turned around and saw him. Her eyes widened.
“Sasuke?! How long have you been there?”
“I was just passing…what were you doing?” it was cowardly, to avoid getting straight into the apology, but he really did want to know.
She frowned, then flushed bright red. “Oh, the mirror thing? I was rehearsing for a play.”
“A play?” Sasuke hadn’t heard that Sakura was in a play; he hadn’t even been aware that she was into that sort of thing.
“Yeah…well, not rehearsing exactly. I’m practicing for an audition. It’s going to be after the wedding, and I thought that it might be fun.” She grinned at him, but there was a certain desperation in her green eyes that had Sasuke even more curious.
“What’s the play about?” He asked, stalling.
“Uhh, it’s about this girl, who is being made to marry someone she doesn’t love. She’s in love with someone else, but she can’t be with him.”
“Oh.” Sasuke’s curiosity was doused by the similarity to his own situation. “Listen, Sakura. I wanted to apologise about last night.”
“Oh, that.” Her cheeks flushed a deeper red. “Don’t worry, Sasuke. I may have had a glass or three of wine to help with my confidence. It was a stupid idea, and you’re right. It’s better to wait.”
“Oh. OK.” Sasuke was at a loss as to what to say next. He wondered why things with Sakura were so hard. Things were so much easier with Naruto, even with the arguments.
Sakura smiled at him, and placed her hand on his cheek, but her eyes looked sad. “You do love me, don’t you Sasuke, more than anyone else?”
Sasuke knew he had to say something; he couldn’t leave her hanging. And they were only words. “I do,” he managed to get the lie out, and he wondered why it felt like he was betraying both Naruto and Sakura in the same breath.
Sakura’s eyes held his for a moment, as if she was trying to find something. They didn’t look happy. Then she smiled, a broad beam.
“I have to go,” Sasuke said, moving back.
Sakura’s hand dropped to her side, clenching into a fist. The smile remained on her face. “Ok. I need to grab you later for some wedding stuff, though.”
Sasuke nodded, then hurried away. He ducked into a side room, shutting the door, and leaning against it. He felt sick. His heart was racing, and not in a good way. Which was ridiculous; in two months time he would be saying the same lie to a room full of people, he didn’t know why this should be any different, yet it was. The thought of Naruto ever finding out almost had him vomiting.
“Naruto is the one I love, not Sakura,” he found himself mumbling aloud, as if that would take the words back. “Naruto. I love Naruto.” The words were somehow comforting, as he felt the truth of them.
He remained in the dark room for some minutes, until he felt his equilibrium return. He ducked out, and headed towards the dining room, hoping that there would be some breakfast left.
He found Naruto sat at the table, eating scrambled eggs, and joking with his cousin Obito. He grinned as he saw Sasuke.
“Where did you vanish to?” Naruto asked, “I got bored of waiting and came to find you.”
Sasuke shrugged, aiming for nonchalance. “I ran into Sakura, and she wanted to talk wedding stuff.”
As he had hoped, this stalled any further questions; Naruto just snorted, and turned his attention back to his eggs.
Obito rose, waving a cheery good bye, and Sasuke took his seat. There were still cooling breakfast foods arranged on the table, but Sasuke found that he had no appetite. He watched as a silent maid gathered up Obito’s dishes, bobbing in a slight curtsey before moving back to the kitchen.
“Not eating anything?” Naruto asked.
“Not hungry,” Sasuke replied. He poured himself a glass of orange juice, and sipped at it as Naruto finished his eggs.
Sasuke longed to hold Naruto, to reaffirm their bond, but while they were the only two diners, the staff moved around the room, silent and dignified, cleaning away the breakfast things. But no matter how well they blended into the background, Sasuke knew they weren’t above gossiping to their friends and families.
Naruto seemed to take an age to finish his food. Occasionally he would shoot Sasuke a puzzled glance, but he didn’t say anything. By the time they reached the door to the study, Sasuke was practically bouncing with the need to kiss Naruto. He needed to feel Naruto against him, see the emotion in his eyes, hear him say I love you. It was too much to bear; he knew that they were alone in the corridor, and he was prepared to take the chance. He pushed Naruto against the door, pressing his lips against the startled blond’s. Naruto must have forgotten to lock the door. The weight of the two men against it pushed it open, and they tumbled into the room. Naruto landed on his back, Sasuke on top of Naruto. Naruto’s arms tightened around Sasuke’s back, and with a soft moan, Sasuke slid his tongue into Naruto’s mouth, feeling Naruto’s tongue tangling against his own, and very glad that they hadn’t done this before falling through the door.
“Oh my!”
Sasuke wrenched away from Naruto, looking up to find a pink faced Hinata sat with Juugo at one of the desks. He lowered his head to Naruto’s chest with a groan, wishing that the floor would swallow them both up. Though he supposed that it could have been worse; Hinata did already know about them, and Juugo wasn’t the sort to tell anyone. He was just glad that Karin wasn’t there.
“Holy fuck, that was hot!”
Sasuke groaned again. Naruto, damn him, was laughing. Sasuke pushed himself up, gathering the tattered remains of his dignity. Karin was perched on one of the desks next to Suigetsu, who was grinning, flashing off his horrendous teeth. He had filed them all into sharp points; Sasuke had never asked why because he was sure that the answer would disturb him. Still, Suigetsu was loyal, which was just as well, really.
“What are you doing here?” He asked, “Its Saturday.”
Karin shrugged, pushing her glasses up her nose. “We were bored,” she said.
“I wanted to go over the script with you and Naruto,” Hinata added quietly.
Naruto sat up next to him, his giggles under control. “Wow,” he said, “They’re pretty amazing staff, coming in to work at the weekend. Especially since we don’t pay them anything.” He stood up, and walked over to a pile of boxes taking up one corner. “Are these the posters?” He asked, ripping one open before anyone could answer him. “Oooh, Sasuke, come and look!”
The other’s crowded around as well, eager to see the fruits of their labours. Sasuke and Naruto’s little display seemed to have been swept under the carpet. Sasuke wasn’t sure if he was relieved or disappointed; he had expected a bit more of a reaction.
Sasuke hung back as they cooed over the posters, a small smile on his face. Naruto was loving it; he seemed to have become more alive, and he had always been full of life to begin with. He had managed to pull the others in, as he always seemed to do; even Suigetsu was enthusiastic. The dream came back; what if they could do this, build up a business between them; with the combination of Uchiha, Hyuuga and Uzumaki, they would be a force to be reckoned with, even if Fugaku worked against them.
The dream unfurled in front of him, colourful and bright; he could be with Naruto, really be with him. Of course, Hiashi might not be best pleased to find out that Hinata was spending most of her time working for the Uchiha. He wouldn’t see it as working with Naruto, since they were based at the Uchiha mansion. Even taking her on as an equal partner would not appease the Hyuuga patriarch. Hyuuga did not work. And his own father would hardly stand by and wave as Sasuke abandoned his birthright. The thought of Fugaku Uchiha and Hiashi Hyuuga out for their blood had Sasuke ruthlessly crushing the fantasy back down.
He dutifully admired the posters, and flicked through the script, but his enthusiasm had turned sour. Thankfully, only Naruto seemed to notice, and he didn’t say anything in front of the others.
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It wasn’t until hours later that they were alone again; the whole day had begun to grate on Sasuke’s nerves. He still needed to wash the taste of the words he had said to Sakura out of his mouth, and bury the crumbling shreds of his hopes. Only Naruto could do that, but Naruto was far too caught up in his project. Which Sasuke loved. Still, he really wanted Naruto all to himself. It was selfish, but it was something he needed, like oxygen.
Even though they were alone, Naruto’s attention was still focused on things not Sasuke. He was sat on Sasuke’s bed, using the Uchiha’s laptop to scout out the cheapest recording studio for their radio ad. Sasuke lay next to him, watching as Naruto frowned at the laptop screen.
“You know,” Naruto said suddenly, making Sasuke jump, “I’m surprised that you’re not freaking about Karin and the others knowing about us.
Sasuke snorted. He was slightly surprised himself; he supposed he actually had some people outside of Itachi and Naruto that he trusted. “Judging by their reactions, they already knew,” he said. “I doubt that they’ll say anything now; they’ve had plenty of opportunity to do so, and they haven’t.”
Naruto clicked the laptop shut, and placed it on the floor next to the bed. He lay down on his side, facing Sasuke, and took a strand of black hair between his fingers. “Are you sad it’s going to be over soon?” he asked.
Sasuke shrugged. He didn’t trust himself to say anything.
“Well, I am. I’m going to miss it. Even if I take on a new job for my dad, or become a manager like he wants, I’m going to miss working with you and the others. It’s been fun.”
Sasuke found himself wishing that there was some way to drag out the project. It was a nothing task, really, compared to the different things that he had to do as heir to the Uchiha, but it was so much more enjoyable. For the first time, he had colleagues, friends. His lover. “Why stop at radio advertising,” he found himself saying. “We could do a TV advert, too.” Sasuke didn’t know the first thing about film, but judging by the way Naruto’s face lit up, it had been the right thing to say.
“That would be amazing!” Naruto said. “You and Hinata could star in it.”
“Or maybe we could hire real actors,” Sasuke cut in. He could imagine the Uchiha patriarch’s reaction to him becoming the face of Hokage. He expected that his Hyuuga counterpart would feel similarly. Plus, Hinata’s acting skills wouldn’t be winning her an Oscar anytime soon.
“That’s far too expensive. Besides, you’re better looking than most actors out there, and Hinata’s cute, if you’re into girls. We should definitely work on it when I get back.”
Sasuke frowned, his reawakened enthusiasm curtailed. “Back from where?”
Naruto’s face took on an expression that Sasuke rarely saw; he looked guilty. “Oh, I sort of agreed to launch the posters and stuff in some out of town stores,” Naruto said.
“You can’t; I need you here.” Sasuke’s reaction was from his gut, and the words out before he really thought about them. “I mean, with the wedding coming up; you’re the best man, and there’s lots of…stuff to do.” He added hastily in justification.
From the look on Naruto’s face, he clearly saw through Sasuke’s facade, and wasn’t pleased with him using the wedding as an excuse. “Yeah, well I’ll only be gone a week or two so-”
“Two weeks?” Sasuke was horrified at the idea of two weeks without Naruto.
“At the absolute most. It may be less.” Naruto reached out a hand to Sasuke’s face, running his fingers down his cheek. “I’ll miss you, but I have to do this.” Clearly he had already made up his mind before he even considered telling Sasuke anything about it.
“When are you going?” The question was surprisingly hard to say.
“In a couple of days, once the radio ad is complete,” was the reply.
“Oh.” Sasuke wanted to beg Naruto not to go, or demand that he stay, but he knew what Naruto’s response would be. And he knew that it would be selfish and childish. Still, he had to work to keep the words down.
Naruto watched him, his lips quirking slightly in a hastily quashed grin, as if he knew exactly what Sasuke was thinking. His hand was still on Sasuke’s cheek. He used it to pull Sasuke into a kiss. For a brief, petulant moment, Sasuke considered pulling away, but then Naruto’s lips were pressed against his own, Naruto’s tongue sliding sensuously into his mouth, and he was lost to any sort of resistance.
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The days until Naruto left passed far too quickly for Sasuke’s liking, and with not enough time spent together. He wondered if this was how Naruto felt with the build up to the wedding, and was almost sick with guilt. He hated that he was hurting Naruto, but he had no choice. The words sounded hollow as they echoed through his mind; no choice, no choice, no choice. It was enough to give him a headache, if he didn’t already have one of such potency that he thought his brain was going to liquidise and pour out of his ears at any minute.
Naruto would be leaving first thing in the morning. The radio ad was recorded, and would be airing in the next few days on several local radio stations. Naruto was going to take copies with him to go to other stations across the country; he even had an interview lined up.
Naruto, Hinata and the others were busy going over a brief plan for the TV commercial. Since media was the one pie Fugaku didn’t really have a finger in, Sasuke wasn’t really sure how one went about planning and making a commercial, and the others knew even less. Still, they had jumped on the idea with gusto when Naruto presented it to them. Sasuke was pretty sure that his security team had been ruined by the whole experience. The plan was for Sasuke and the team, as Naruto had begun to call them, to work on costing the TV commercial while Naruto was away; they would start the real work of producing it when he got back.
And while the team were busy occupying what little time Naruto had before he left, Sasuke was left with Sakura. She had found him that afternoon with a pile of holiday brochures and a determined look on her face; they had to book the honeymoon now, she insisted. It was one of the things that Sasuke had been actively trying not to think about; he had hoped that maybe they could skip it, but his father had graciously given him a whole month off after the wedding to spend time with his new wife.
Sasuke wasn’t sure that he would be able to handle that much one on one time with Sakura, and her choices really didn’t help. Sasuke supposed that if he had to go away with her, a nice villa in a small town would do. He spoke French and Spanish fluently, and could get by in German and Italian, so Europe would be his first choice. Sakura didn’t have any language skills, so he would have to do all the communicating. Maybe he could teach her. Teaching Sakura how to speak French would mean that they weren’t doing…other stuff. It would be relaxing. Having Naruto there would make it perfect, but he was pretty sure that Sakura would begin to suspect something if he brought Naruto along on their honeymoon.
Sakura had other ideas. Her first choice was a safari; Sasuke didn’t mind animals, but it wasn’t like he was particularly fond of them either. The kitten Hinata and Juugo had found was tolerable, but a month of lions and tigers and bears and god knows what else was not his idea of fun. Her second choice was Ibiza. Sasuke liked dancing, and liked going to clubs, but it wasn’t exactly what he imagined for a honeymoon destination; more the opposite. Besides, he doubted that Sakura would want to go to the sort of clubs he was interested in.
At least he was learning things about Sakura; he now knew that she liked to act, liked big animals that could kill you, and liked dance music. Which was really bizarre, because he was sure that her CD collection was mostly boy bands.
“What are the other choices,” Sasuke asked, putting the first two brochures to one side.
Sakura smiled. “Well, I was also thinking maybe Amsterdam,” she said.
“Are you sure you’re not confusing it with Venice?”
“No, Amsterdam’s in Holland, and Venice is in France,” She smiled.
Sasuke decided to drop the conversation before he went cross-eyed. He took the brochure for Amsterdam, and flicked through it; he wondered if she was considering Prague, too. He flicked a quick glance at his watch. 7:30; exactly 12 hours until Naruto left. He took the other brochures from her, and put them in a neat pile.
“Maybe I should have a look through these before we make a decision,” he said standing up.
“Ok, but we still need to finalise-”
Sasuke faked a yawn. “Sorry, I guess I’m a bit tired.”
Sakura’s puzzled frown suggested that she didn’t see why that should matter. He supposed that being tired would work better as an excuse if he didn’t regularly work into the night when he was caught up with something. He let out a few coughs.
“And I think I’m coming down with something,” he coughed again. “I should rest; I can’t be ill for the wedding.”
He dashed out before Sakura could come up with a comeback. Ever since he had said those words to her, she had become clingier. The last thing he wanted was for her to try to give him a good night kiss. Though he could have used germs as an excuse. He hurried up to his room, dumping the brochures in the corner, before pulling his phone out to call Naruto.
It began ringing before Sasuke pressed call. Naruto had been playing with it again; Don’t Cha by the Pussycat Dolls began playing before Sasuke hit answer.
“Subtle,” he said.
“I thought so; is Sakura there?”
“No, I’m alone.”
“Oh. Well don’t change it just yet, ok.”
Sasuke rolled his eyes, momentarily forgetting that he was on the phone. “Where are you?” He asked.
“Just coming up to your room now, where are you?”
Sasuke didn’t reply. He dropped the phone and wrenched the door open, revealing a startled Naruto in the doorway, his phone still held to his ear. Sasuke grabbed Naruto by the arm and pulled him in, kicking the door shut as he pinned Naruto against it, kissing him hungrily. He felt Naruto’s arms wrap around him, one hand slipping up his back underneath his shirt. He moaned, untangling one hand to turn the key in the lock.
Then they were moving , Naruto controlling their steps, still kissing. Sasuke felt the backs of his legs connecting with something; Naruto gave him a small shove, and he found himself lying across the bed, panting heavily as his body demanded oxygen. He looked up, staring into Naruto’s eyes, and his heart clenched. He felt his love for Naruto pulsing through his body, a raging fire that threatened to consume him. He was suddenly hit with a mad urge to grab Naruto and run; he didn’t care where, just away.
He sat up, pulling Naruto down on top of him, kissing him to stop himself from giving voice to the notion. It was impossible, but he wanted it so damn much. His back hit the bed again, Naruto’s hands were under his shirt; caressing, teasingly pinching a nipple. His mouth was hot as it trailed a line down Sasuke’s throat.
Sasuke tore at Naruto’s shirt, desperate to take it off. It ripped loudly, and Sasuke discarded the ruined material, groaning as his fingers sank into warm flesh.
“I liked that top,” Naruto complained against Sasuke’s throat.
“I prefer you naked,” Sasuke replied, his hands trailing to the waistband of Naruto’s jeans. Naruto rolled off of him, hurriedly stripping before Sasuke could ruin any more of his clothing. Sasuke took the opportunity to slither out of his own clothes, and when Naruto rolled back to him they were both naked. Sasuke let out a sigh at the feeling of Naruto’s skin next to his. He was going to miss this the most, he decided. More than the sex, the feeling of Naruto’s naked body pressed against his, hearts beating together, faces so close they were sharing one breath.
“I love you,” he breathed, burying his face in Naruto’s throat. The words were easier to say each time, and felt truer every time he said them. He kissed the pulse in Naruto’s throat as Naruto’s hands traced gentle lines down his sides. Sasuke sucked and bit at the flesh under his mouth, wanting to mark Naruto, to claim him as his own. He moved his lips higher, attacking the flesh under Naruto’s ear; he didn’t care if anyone saw, he wanted anyone who looked at his lover while he was away to know that he was taken. He sank his teeth into Naruto at the sudden thought of anyone looking at him with lust, jealousy twisting in his gut. Naruto cried out, and Sasuke tasted blood on his tongue.
Naruto pulled his head away from Sasuke’s reach, cupping his face and looking down at him.
“Shit Sasuke,” he said, “What are you, a vampire?”
A small line of blood ran down his neck, and several bruises were darkening around his throat. Sasuke supposed that he might have got a little bit carried away, but he couldn’t help smirking a bit at the sight. Naruto wouldn’t be able to look in a mirror when he was away without thinking of Sasuke.
“Maybe I am a vampire,” he said, “but that would make you my thrall.”
Naruto snorted, slipping a hand onto Sasuke’s thigh. He caressed the inside, high enough that his knuckles brushed against Sasuke’s balls, before trailing down to his knee. Sasuke gasped at the pleasure that tingled through him at Naruto’s caress.
“How do you figure that?” Naruto asked, kissing him briefly, his hand trailing maddeningly up and down the inside of Sasuke’s thigh.
“Well, I bit you. That makes you my human slave.”
“Really? I thought that it would turn me into you immortal child and lover.”
They both stared at each other as they mulled over that concept.
“Ok, that sounded grosser out loud than it did in my head.” Naruto leaned down to nip at Sasuke’s throat, his mouth trailing a line down Sasuke’s chest and stomach. Sasuke let out a soft moan as Naruto avoided his cock, just brushing it with his cheek as he kissed and licked the route that his hand had taken, pausing to nibble at the backs of Sasuke’s knees.
Sasuke tangled his fingers in Naruto’s hair, feeling the soft blond locks brush against his palms. “Naruto, I need…” he breathed out.
“I know,” Naruto replied, his lips still pressed against Sasuke’s skin, so he could feel the words as well as hear them. “I just need to get some memories of you to last me the next couple of weeks.”
His mouth moved to Sasuke’s other leg, his tongue tracing sensuous patterns. Sasuke’s body felt like it was on fire; his cock and balls ached with desire, and he yearned to be filled, to be connected intimately with Naruto. It was worse than normal, the knowledge hanging darkly in the back of his mind that they would be apart soon. Only for two weeks, but even one day seemed too long for Sasuke; he needed Naruto, it was almost like an addiction.
Naruto’s mouth trailed higher, and Sasuke almost sobbed with frustration when it bypassed his cock again, instead exploring his navel. He tried to push Naruto’s head lower, but the blond resisted, his hands reaching up to pinch Sasuke’s nipples as his mouth explored his toned stomach. Sasuke writhed and moaned, his hands tightening in Naruto’s hair. He could feel Naruto’s mouth twitching in a smile against his skin.
“Please, Naruto,” he found himself begging; the words slipping out on their own volition.
Naruto nipped at his stomach before trailing his mouth lower again, past Sasuke’s cock, damn him; instead his lips pressed gentle teasing kisses on Sasuke’s balls. The soft touches sent shivers through Sasuke; it wasn’t enough, he wanted more.
As if reading his mind, Naruto took one testicle into his mouth, sucking gently on it. Sasuke cried out in pleasure as Naruto’s tongue explored the ball in his mouth. Naruto released it, and gave the same treatment to the other in a way that had Sasuke gasping and moaning. His mouth then moved lower still, tongue teasing at Sasuke’s perineum as he cupped Sasuke’s balls in one hand and gently rolled them. Sasuke took one hand away from its death grip in Naruto’s hair to cover his mouth. Naruto was clearly trying to kill him with pleasure. His cock was so hard he was sure that the slightest touch to it would have him coming. His whole body ached with need, from the hairs in his head to his toenails.
Naruto raised his head to look at Sasuke; his blue eyes seemed several shades darker, intense and stormy. His grin was pure sin as he slowly lowered his head and pressed his lips to the aching red tip of Sasuke’s cock. A whimper escaped Sasuke’s lips as Naruto’s tongue snaked out to lap at the pre-come leaking out of the head. The touch seemed to fry Sasuke’s nerves; then Naruto took his entire length into his mouth, clamping down on it and sucking hard. Sasuke screamed as he came, his hips arching off the bed. He felt Naruto moan as he shot down his throat.
Instead of pulling off his cock, Naruto kept Sasuke’s softened length in his mouth, gently sucking at the sensitised flesh. Sasuke was subjected to a new agony as Naruto slowly, patiently sucked him back to hardness, the ache of need returning a hundred fold.
As he sucked Sasuke’s cock, his hands reached out, grabbing a tube of lube from the bedside cabinet. He waited until Sasuke was half hard before sliding one slick finger into his ass. Sasuke moaned as his prostate was found with instant accuracy, and gently massaged in time with Naruto’s tongue sliding around his dick.
When Sasuke was fully hard, Naruto slipped another lubed finger into Sasuke’s hole. Sasuke felt lost in pleasure at that point; he couldn’t think, couldn’t articulate, all he was was what Naruto made him, everything focused on the pleasure twisting in his stomach.
Naruto removed his mouth from Sasuke’s cock. Sasuke let out a small whimper of protest that was stifled by Naruto’s mouth on his. He could taste himself on Naruto’s tongue as it pressed against his own. Naruto’s fingers continued to pump slowly inside him, occasionally scissoring apart, slowly stretching him. A third finger slipped in easily. Sasuke wrapped his arms around Naruto, digging his fingers into his back. There was a slight sting as Naruto pushed a fourth finger into Sasuke; Sasuke’s moan of protest was stifled against Naruto’s mouth. His ass ached from being so full, but it was a good ache. With every slow thrust of Naruto’s fingers into him, Sasuke felt Naruto’s thumb, the only digit left to breach him, press against the stretched flesh of his anus. He pushed up against the next trust, feeling the tip slip inside. He groaned. Still, it wasn’t enough. He wanted Naruto’s cock inside him, buried deep.
Naruto’s fingers slipped out of his ass, leaving Sasuke feeling painfully empty. Naruto broke the kiss, staring deep into Sasuke’s eyes as he sheathed his cock deep inside Sasuke’s ass. They both moaned at the sensation. Naruto began moving, deep, slow thrusts that had them both gasping. Sasuke locked his legs around Naruto’s waist.
Naruto was saying his name over and over again; his thrusts sped up, claiming Sasuke over and over again. All Sasuke could do was cling on; he wasn’t going to last, it felt too good, but at the same time, he wanted it to last forever. He kissed every part of Naruto he could reach; his chest and neck, his face. Naruto pressed their foreheads together, staring deep into Sasuke’s eyes. Sasuke felt lost in that blue gaze; drowning, flying, choking, incinerated. Naruto’s eyes freed him and caged him all at once.
The pleasure coursing through him mounted, higher and higher, flaying him with its intensity. It peaked, and all Sasuke could see was blue. He heard a scream, and knew it was his voice, but couldn’t seem to stop it. He was trembling in Naruto’s arms, his throat sore as Naruto continued to thrust into him, each thrust sending another small wave of pleasure through him. By the time Naruto came, deep and long with a sobbing cry, Sasuke was trembling and hard again, though he wasn’t sure if he was physically capable of coming again anytime soon.
Naruto’s cock remained inside him as they kissed, and was still inside when Sasuke drifted into sleep. He didn’t know if it was minutes or hours later, but he woke up to Naruto slowly making love to him.
“What are you trying to do to me,” he murmured in Naruto’s ear, having rediscovered his powers of speech.
“I told you, I want to remember how your body feels, how you tense around me, how you shudder at my touch. I’ve become far too used to having as much Sasuke as I want.”
Sasuke arched into Naruto languidly. The pleasure was different, softer. Still intense, but there was no urgency. Sasuke felt like he could do this all night, locked in Naruto’s embrace, staring into his eyes.
“I love you,” Sasuke said, cupping Naruto’s cheek with one hand, “more than anyone else. More than anything else.” He pulled Naruto down into a kiss.
Sasuke didn’t know how long they made love like that; it could have been minutes or hours, he lost all concept of time apart from now. They came together, their bodies in harmony. The orgasm seemed to last an eternity, pleasure coursing through every inch of Sasuke’s body. He was left panting, half crushed by Naruto, who collapsed on top of him.
After a few minutes, Sasuke poked Naruto in the ribs to make sure that he didn’t fall asleep on him. Naruto let out a sleepy grunt, but rolled off of him. He lay on his side, and Sasuke rolled over to face him.
“What time is it?” Naruto murmured softly.
Sasuke glanced over his shoulder at the clock, reluctantly reacquainting himself with the concept of time. “Crap; it’s late. Ten past two.”
Naruto let out a groan. “Really? Shit, I haven’t packed yet.”
Sasuke stared at him incredulously. “Seriously? What were you doing all day today?”
Naruto shrugged. “Work. I guess I should go soon.” But he didn’t make any attempt to move.
“I don’t want you to go,” Sasuke found himself saying.
Naruto looked him directly in the eyes. “I don’t want you to get married,” he replied.
Sasuke sighed. Naruto’s comment was supposed to rile him, he knew by the look on Naruto’s face. But he couldn’t find the anger; he didn’t want to get married either. He remembered the afternoon with Sakura, a small shudder going through him. A sudden thought struck him, and he spoke on a whim.
“Where would you take me on honeymoon?” He asked.
Naruto sat up, a frown darkening his face. “What sort of question is that?”
Sasuke suddenly realised how tactless his question had been. “I was just curious,” He said, trying to downplay it, though he suddenly really wanted to know where Naruto would take him. “Sakura wants to go on a safari.”
Naruto’s frown dissolved in a snort of laughter at that. “I’m sure all the mosquitoes and dung will be very romantic.” He said.
Sasuke rolled over to stare at the ceiling. “Yeah.” He said. “I didn’t even know that she liked animals that much. She’s always freaking out over moths. Don’t they have giant moths in Africa?”
“I really wouldn’t know.”
“So, hypothetically, where would you take me on a romantic holiday?” Sasuke turned to look at Naruto again, craning his neck slightly. He wished that Naruto would lie back down.
Naruto actually seemed to be considering the question this time.“Hmm. I don’t know. Where would you want to go?”
“Somewhere warm, but not too hot.” Sasuke replied instantly, a smile spreading on his face. Sakura never asked what he wanted.
“By the sea,” Naruto added, “but not a big resort. Somewhere peaceful. Ooh, Greece would be nice.”
Sasuke smiled. Greece would be nice. Though honestly, anywhere would be nice as long as Naruto was there. “Why can’t I be marrying you?” The words left his mouth before he realised what he was saying. Obviously some of the neurons that connected his brain to his mouth were still fried.
Naruto’s expression was carefully blank. “Because you’re a stubborn bastard with daddy issues?” He said. The blank expression dissolved into one of naked need, as his blue eyes fixed on Sasuke’s face. “Cancel the wedding, Sasuke. It’s not too late. Come with me tomorrow; once we’ve done the tour of the stores we can go away for a bit, to Greece if you want, or anywhere.”
Sasuke stared, not really seeing anything. He wanted it so badly it hurt.
“Come on, Sasuke,” Naruto continued, “you know that it won’t work with her; she wants you to go on a frickin safari for your honeymoon.”
“You’re not wrong,” Sasuke said, his voice echoing hollowly in his ears, “but I still have to-”
“Don’t. Just don’t.” Naruto sprang off of the bed, and stalked into the bathroom. Sasuke heard the shower start up a few moments later. He rolled onto his side, curling up in the foetal position. He couldn’t blame Naruto for being mad at him; he sort of hated himself, too. But there wasn’t anything he could do; if he went to his father and explained that he couldn’t marry Sakura because he was in love with Naruto, Fugaku Uchiha would laugh in his face. Well, he wouldn’t laugh, Fugaku rarely laughed, but the sentiment would be there. Uchiha didn’t marry for love. He had a duty to his family.
Sasuke buried his face in a pillow that smelled of Naruto and wept, feeling despair welling up inside him.
He didn’t hear Naruto come out of the bathroom, so he was startled when a hand was placed on his head.
“Stupid bloody stubborn bastard,” Naruto growled. “Why are you doing this to yourself, to us?”
“Because at least this way I can tell my father that I tried. I don’t want anyone getting hurt, but I’m hurting you all the time, and I…”
Naruto pulled him into a fierce hug. He was naked and wet from his shower. Sasuke gripped tightly onto him never wanting to let him go. The day of the wedding is going to be a million times harder than this, a small voice whispered in the back of his mind. Sasuke ignored it.
“I have to go,” Naruto murmured into Sasuke’s hair.
Childishly, Sasuke gripped him tighter. As if physically holding onto Naruto would bind him to Sasuke, when every day he continued to plan the wedding, he was letting Naruto go.
Naruto eventually extracted himself from Sasuke. Sasuke watched as he rooted around for his clothing. His shirt was ruined, so he took one of Sasuke’s. He located his phone, and Sasuke’s, on the floor. Naruto slid his own phone into the back pocket of his jeans, and placed Sasuke’s beside the bed. Sasuke watched all of this numbly, trying to find something to say, but the words wouldn’t come. When Naruto was fully dressed, he turned to face Sasuke.
“Are you going to be alright to drive in the morning?” Sasuke asked, hoping that the answer was no, that Naruto would stay the night.
“I’ll be fine. It’s only a couple of hours drive, then I get to rest in the hotel for a bit. The first presentation is at one.” Naruto paused, as if trying to find something else to say. “I love you,” he said finally, his eyes echoing the emotion.
“I love you, too. I’ll miss you.” Sasuke wanted to throw himself from the bed, and take Naruto into his arms, kissing him into submission, but he felt frozen to the spot.
Naruto grinned. Not his normal sunny smile, but it still warmed Sasuke. He knelt on the bed, and pulled Sasuke into a lingering kiss. “I’ll miss you, too.” He said. “I’ll call you when I get there.”
He vanished out of the window before Sasuke could think of anything more to say. Sasuke sat on the bed for a long while, filthy with dried sweat and come, staring at the space where Naruto had stood. I’m empty without him, Sasuke thought to himself. He forced himself off of the bed and into the shower. Once he was clean he stripped the bed, piling the dirty sheets to go into the laundry. For a brief, crazy nostalgic moment, he had considered keeping the stained bedding, marked with Naruto’s seed. The guy had only been gone two minutes, and Sasuke was already loosing it. This would not do.
Once he had clean sheets on the bed, he located a pen and some paper, and started to write. Dawn was breaking by the time he was done. In that time he had written three separate letters. Two were addressed to Naruto. Sasuke sent a text message, then waited, staring at the two letters for a long time. Finally, he placed one with the third letter, and tucked them under his mattress.
He stared at the letter in his hands, wondering if he was making the right decision. His fingers twitched, and he almost switched them around, when there was a knock at his door. He took it as a sign, and left the two letters where they were. It was probably for the best, anyway. He stood up, and opened the door.
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