Warning: Sexual content, swearing, YAOI, Mpreg, gay marriage. If these DISTURB you click the BACK button!

AU meaning no ninjas, no Kyubbi, etc. In this story it also won't be based in Japan.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters. Nor do I own the locations, or settings in this story. ... To put it simply I won NOTHING

A.N: Thoughts are in Italics and these: -- mean there's a time line. Well this is my first fan-fiction so yea I like long story's so it'll be long but please review seeing as this is my first one I'll take as much criticism as I can to make it better for your benefit

AN.N. Sasuke is 19, Naruto is 22. Rawr hope you like it. Please like it. Dx

Chapter 1

"I'm gonna miss you, you know," Neji said as he watched Sasuke pack his suitcase.

Sasuke shoved the last remnants of his clothes into his suitcase and zipped it up. He stood up, turned around and smirked. "Now when has Mr. Hyuga been anything but an asshole? Been doing drugs lately?" He walked into his arms and brushed his lips against his own.

"Well that jerk off brother of yours hates me. No doubt he'll try to set you up with someone else," Neji growled, giving him a possessive nip on the ear.

Sasuke chuckled. "Ah there's my asshole," he whispered against his boyfriends neck.

A few years ago, he never would've never thought that he'd be in the situation he was now. In college in Michigan making straight A's, sharing a luxury apartment with a boyfriend, whom he loved. Well he expected it, but he expected to be in a very different matter. He never expected to be in a college that was thousands of miles away from his home, so he could be as far away from his family as possible. He never expected to have a boyfriend who was almost ten years older than he was.

A few years ago he would've thought that he was going to have the perfect life with his former boyfriend. Hell back then he had it all figured out as almost any naive teenager who was lovestruck had. Once he was out of college they would've married, had kids, huge Asian inspired mansion, and lived happily ever after with not a care in the world.

Well that obviously hadn't happened. He'd been screwed over many times in his lifetime and he'd learned to get used to it, he would leave it at that. He wouldn't register it in his mind, and it worked. He was living a relatively happy life, not exactly how he had pictured but hell life never worked the way you wanted it to. He dealt with it, and he was fine.

But he didn't want to lose his train of thought and wonder back into the past he so loved to hate. Now he was thinking about his current state. Right now he was about to visit his family, Mikoto and Itachi, in California. He hadn't seen them in over a year and Mikoto thought it was about time that he fly his ass over to the flaming hot state. There wasn't much of a back story to it. She simply called him one day and said, "Don't ask any questions, you're getting your ass over here for summer break and I'm buying your ticket. Bye."

So here he stood packing his bags and geting ready to leave his apartment, with his boyfriend who was driving him to the airport. He smiled and lifted his duffle bag. "Why don't you help me get my stuff in the car."

The car ride was relatively quiet. Neither of them were the type to talk much, but this time Sasuke figured he might as well talk to him for a while. He was leaving him for a long time. "So what are you going to do for the summer?" he asked try to start a conversation.

"Nothing," came a stoic answer.

The simple one word answer Sasuke had come to get used to. It happened quite often, but Neji was a one answer kind of guy and he expected nothing else from him. He was the older version of him, except much darker and literate. He was nine years older than him, and working along side his father in a business that he ran. He couldn't say much about his boyfriend, in fact in the past two years they had been together he still couldn't quite figure him out. In fact he had never even seen his family before, he didn't like to give him personal information. Sometimes Sasuke questioned whether the man even liked him or if he just wanted a nice piece of ass after a stressful day of work, but his boyfriend had proved numerous times that it wasn't true. "Alright," he said.

So much for striking up a conversation.

As they rode to he airport Sasuke looked at the cars and houses that they had passed. He had managed to strike up somewhat of a conversation. He promised Neji that he would call everyday, and the older man told him once again how much he would miss him ... and how much hated his brother. He took out the cellphone in his pocket and dialed his mothers number. He needed to make sure what time she was coming to pick him up. He waited several rings before he heard her answer.

"Hello?" A monotone male voice answered.

Ah, his brother Itachi. Prone to showing almost no emotion whatsoever, unless he was annoyed. In very few incidents was he able to witness his own brother showing any sign of remorse, sympathy, love, etc. Sometimes he wondered if he had some sort of disorder, even his parents had wondered and sent him to a doctor, but there was nothing wrong with him. Though he found his brother annoying 98 percent of the time, he had to admit that if he started giving him kisses and cuddles he would jump off the nearest cliff possible.

Sasuke sighed. "Itachi is mom there?"

"You can tell me, what do you want?"

"You guys are picking me up right?" Sasuke asked.

He heard a scoff come from his brother. "No shit Sherlock. Are you an idiot? Foolish little brother."

Sasuke frowned. He had every right to be foolish! After waiting after school for nine hours for his mother to pick him and then finally having to walk home for two hours by himself, in the dark, where thugs, prostitutes, and forty year old men with shota complexes lurked only to find out that his mother was getting her nails done ... he was fully inclined to be foolish. He still couldn't forget about the pale man that had asked him if he wanted some candy. He was eight for Christ sake! ... He still couldn't let go. He was about to curse Itachi out until he heard his brother cough.

"Mom says that were going to go to The Uzumaki's house later ... she said she had something important to tell you. And she also said that you better not whine about it or she's having your car towed," his brother said in a weird voice. A voice that almost hinted pity.

The raven gave a confused look even though it couldn't be seen by his brother and heaved out a sigh. "Itachi what's wrong with you? Have you taken too much vicodin again?" he asked bluntly. "What does she have tot ell me anyway?"

Surprisingly enough he heard his brother laughing on the end. "They'll tell you later." After a few moments of silence his brother in an amused tone said, "Sasuke you are going to hate her."

The noise of the airplanes engine filled Sasuke ears as he arose from a deep sleep. He groaned and shifted in his leather seat. The waiters that were at your beck and call, the chattering of wealthy business men on their cell phones, the patent leather seats. It should've been a reminder to him of just how damn lucky he really was, to be born in an aristocratic family of such high stature would be anyones dream. Anyone would've thought they were lucky to have a one in a million life, he on the other hand wasn't thanking his lucky stars. For the past five years of his life he cursed being born in a pampered life style, for on reason and one reason alone. It had brought him to the one person he hated most, Naruto.

In the next hour he would be in his home town Los Angeles, Californa. The place he'd grown to make memories, friends, his entire livelihood was based there. He would be seeing his mother, who had put up a facade ever since the death of his father a few months back, a woman he didn't quite think he could stand anymore. His brother Itachi who couldn't stand for the sole fact that they were actually related. As much as he couldn't stand them he loved them that much more. This would be enough to make a person happy they were visiting their home right?

No. He despised the fact that he was visiting for the summer, because who were their neighbors? Minato and Kushina Uzumaki, the parents of Naruto Uzumaki, who also happened to be staying for the summer. How convenient. His mother couldn't warn him ahead of time? She was definitely doing this on purpose. That lady had always been trying to get him to 'bond', as she liked to call it, with that blond simpleton for the past three years. Ever since her and the Uzumaki's had started noticing the two boys would never talk if they were in the same room, only huff in irritation. But to no avail did her attempts work, he didn't care if they used to be friends he was done with him.

It was somewhat of shock value to the Uzumaki's and Uchiha's. Sasuke had always gotten along much better with Naruto than Itachi had, even though they were the same age. They had taken baths together (when they were younger of course), camped out in the backyard, created their own "special people only" club. They were two peas in a pond, as opposite as they were from each other they were undoubtedly inseparable. They were shocked beyond their wits and confused at the sudden animosity between the two. Of course they hardly ever pressed the issue with two, especially Sasuke who seemed to be much more sensitive about the subject.

And he was glad they stopped pressing the issue. The constant queries of why his friendship with the blond had come to a sudden halt were enough to drive him to the brink of insanity. He hated him and there wasn't much else to say. It wasn't rocket science.

Needless to say: He. Could not. Stand Naruto. He was stupid (he didn't even know how to spell the word orange till he was fourteen), he was almost religiously a pervert and Sasuke couldn't even count the number of times that he'd walked in on him watching porn, and he was an ass. The saddest part was that he didn't even know. He thought he was a good person with merit.

After what Sasuke liked to call 'the incident' happened between them, an incident he wouldn't address in front of anyone or let alone register in his mind, the blond being the dumb ass that he is had actually tried to talk to him numerous times. But Sasuke wouldn't budge, and to his pleasure Naruto had actually stopped talking to him after two years of pleading. For once even though Sasuke couldn't believe it, he took the hint and spoke to him no more.

And just like that their twelve year friendship had ended. Gone with the wind, lost to eternal flames. Signed, sealed, and delivered. It was over and speaking terms weren't an option for them unless their parents forced them to talk, which usually ended up with with someones fist in the others mouth. So now here he was heading off to his family, and his narrow minded mother had just decided to invite the fucking Uzumaki's over! Where was everyone's sanity these days.

Apparently she had something important to tell him. Important maybe, but important enough to bring the Uzumaki's over? When had they ever come in the Uchiha picture? She wasn't telling him something, and she was lying. Even his brother seemed a bit uneasy when he talked to him over the phone, and when he urged him for answers he simply said, "They'll tell you later." His brother never kept a secret, he couldn't keep one to save his life. It couldn't be because of something bad, because he would've told him his brother had always been fond of seeing him squirm. Something was definitely off.

So now he not only would he gain unnecessary stress from seeing Naruto, he would stress over this so called important news that had to be told. Jeez it was probably something stupid too no doubt. He looked out the planes window and frowned. Something in the pit of his stomach told him that something was going to happened, something he wouldn't be particularly happy about.

Sasuke shifted in his seat and looked straight forward as his mom babbled on about how she missed him and what not. He had arrived from his flight an hour ago and they were now driving towards their estate. Itachi his brother was driving the car, and acknowledged his existence with a mere 'hello'. Oh the brotherly love was just radiating! His mom was sitting in the back seat with him so that she could have time to talk to him from mother to son. It was kind of entertaining how she talked endlessly.

"So how have you been?" Mikoto asked, catching Sasuke's attention. Her face was so warm and welcoming no sign of sorrow showed on her face, it was unnerving to him that she could stay so composed even though it had only had been a few months after the death of his father, Fugaku. That was part of the reason he had come over. Unfortunately he was stumped with exams the moment he had found his father had gotten hit by a car and died by the impact. If he had left to go to te funeral he would've flunked that semester of college. So to his dismay, the day his funeral was held he was studying for exams.

Suddenly realizing he'd lost his train of thought, he reverted his attention back to his mother who had a serious look on her face. "Have you dumped that Neji kid yet?" Ah, yes the Neji problem. His mother wasn't to fond of his current boyfriend and vice versa. She always let him know that Neji wasn't his type, and he could do much better, like she had any idea what his type was. They had always acted civil towards each other though as much as they disliked each other they did it for Sasuke's sake, until she'd walked in one them having sex. That was when she decided she didn't care if her son was happy about it or not.

"No," was his simple reply.

Mikoto gave him a stern look. "You really should think about getting rid of him you know, he's always brooding."

Sasuke rolled his eyes. "I'm always brooding."

"Yes but you see, a pessimistic guy like you doesn't mesh good with serious men like him. You'll go on being all dark and serious together. You need someone energetic and happy to balance it out," she explained. "I know someone I could set you up with, Neji doesn't have to know," she whispered as if it were top secret. She sounded almost a little desperate.

Sasuke gave a sigh, just what he'd expected from his mother. Lately she had been pushing him to break up with his current boyfriend, almost every time she had called him. He was starting to get really irked by it. "He's been my boyfriend for two years mom, I'm really beyond the point of looking for someone new," he said in an exasperated tone. "I thought I came here to spend time with you guys, not to discuss you're blatantly obvious hate for my boyfriend."

Mikoto looked forward, and gave an expression Sasuke didn't quite know what to make of, partly because that expression was familiar to him. It was a look she had when she first saw him arrive from his flight. She looked as if she was contemplating something, the curiosity was killing him and he didn't know how much more he could take. What were these damn people keeping from him! "Mom are you okay?"

His mother seemed to shift from her thoughts. "Yes I'm fine honey," she said, putting on an obviously fake smile. "Lets get to driving faster Itachi," she called out to her oldest son.

No one talked for the rest of the ride. It wasn't an awkward silence per say, they just couldn't find much to say. Itachi was a man of little words, at least when nothing interested him. And Sasuke was too busy thinking to care about making a conversation. Their mother, who usually had to initiate conversations, was also lost in thought. So no one talked for the rest of the ride.

It was only till they came down their neighborhood and stopped at a house, well mansion that was definitely not their own that Sasuke said something. It was a peach color, not tan, it looked like a European villa not like their more westernized house, it was the Uzumaki's house not theirs. What the fuck were they doing there? "I thought we were unpacking first," he snapped.

Mikoto gave him an innocent smile. "I told I had something to tell you didn't I? You can unpack later, until then you're coming," she said sweetly, inwardly laughing inside when her son scowled and got out of the door, slamming it behind him.

They all proceeded to walk to the Uzumaki mansion, Sasuke with a look of contempt on his face as he watched his brother knock on the door. His look of contempt was immediately replaced with a look of shock as he saw Kushina Uzumaki scream when opening the door, and proceeded to take his face in her hands. "Oh look at you Sasuke," she said in wonder. "It feels like I haven't seen you in ages, and you're still as adorable as ever." She took his face out of her hands and looked at him up and down. "Hmm you haven't grown much, you're still only an inch taller than me I guess that's just the Asian in you," she joked.

Sasuke flinched. That was one of the many things he was sensitive about, his height. He hadn't grown an inch since he was fourteen, he stood at disappoint five feet and seven inches, much shorter than his brother who was a staggering six feet. "Itachi's Asian and he's tall," he said in a serious tone. And honestly, to him it was a serious matter.

"Yes, but honey Itachi's a freak," Kushina said. Everyone seemed to find this funny and laughed. Kushina, just as he'd remembered her. Almost exactly like Naruto except she was slightly more tolerable and wasn't an idiot. Minato hadn't changed much either, he reminded him of his father except much less stern. "Well don't just stand there! Come in," she said, ushering them inside the house. She reverted her attention towards Mikoto. "Mikoto we have some things to talk about, Sasuke you can hang out with Naruto he's in his room," she said, walking with her husband into the living room.

Sasuke stopped his mother before she could follow. "Mom I'm not talking to him," he said defiantly. He couldn't talk to him, let alone be in the same room as him. If he had to be forced to do that, he'd probably break something, most likely Naruto's head.

This time a look of pity didn't cross Mikoto's face like before. Instead a look of sheer annoyance took place on her face. "Sasuke we'll only be talking a few minutes , then we'll have dinner with them. You don't even have to talk to him, just sit in there and wait till were done talking okay?" she pleaded. "What happened between you two anyway, you guys used to be the best of friends."

Sasuke groaned. There she went pressing the issue again, when was she ever going to get it? "Never mind, I'll just go then," he said. He walked up the staircase, and with each step he became more agitated and nervous, what was he going to say to him? Of course almost every conversation of theirs had turned into a fight, but would he re- No! He wasn't going to stress over something so stupid. He would just walk into the room, sit down, and act like he hated the blond and he'd rather be skinning fish than sitting with him. Yes, that sounded like a good plan. He walked down the halls and passed various doors, until he reached the door that was most familiar to him, Naruto's door. He stopped at the door and took in a deep breath. 'Don't lose your cool Sasuke, just relax,' he thought to himself.

He abruptly opened the door, walked into Naruto's room, and closed it behind him. There was the blond laying on his bed staring at the plasma screen on the wall. Sasuke suddenly felt weird inside, he couldn't explain the feeling but it was still lingering. He couldn't explain it but as he looked at the room that looked the same as ever, messy with clothes piled on top of clothes, books stacked on shelves that had never been touched, and the same pictures that had been there for years. He felt all the emotions that he felt all those years ago flooding back, although he didn't show it. He quickly discarded that feeling, and erased it in his mind, he wouldn't remember that feeling, he didn't want to.

He looked awkwardly at Naruto, who in turn merely glanced at him and looked back at the tv. He scowled, that stupid brat didn't even say 'fuck you' ... what an asshole. 'I can't just sit here he'll think I'm intimidated.' He looked around for a place to sit and eventually sat on a small couch next to the bed with a huff. He didn't know why, but he was sort of mad that the stupid blond didn't even say anything to him, as if his existence wasn't important.

He looked at the tv screen and watched what was currently playing, some documentary on school shootings. It was surprisingly interesting and he started to relxas a little. It was at least something that could distract him. Naruto seemed to pick up his interest on the show and changed it to a sports channel. Everyone knew Sasuke hated sports, he couldn't sit still watching them to save his life. He frowned and looked at Naruto, who was innocently looking at the screen as if he'd done nothing wrong. "Asshole!" he growled.

Naruto slowly turned to face Sasuke and gave a sly smirk. "What?" he asked innocently. "It's my room I can watch what I want."

Sasuke looked at him incredulously. The little asshole! It took all the restraint in the world at that moment not to ring his tan neck. How long had he been there? Three minutes? And already he wanted to bury the kid under the ground! "God!" he huffed, mumbling random swear words under his breath and crossing his arms almost child like.

He didn't see Naruto's face, so he couldn't see the frown that took place on it. In all honesty he couldn't help but act like an ass, in the past he'd try to be civil but his attempts to mend what they had broken of their friendships proved inadequate. How was he supposed to be nice if he was shot down every time? He also sort of liked seeing Sasuke angry, it was a step up from what little emotion he gave him in his presence.

When he had seen him walk through that door a few minutes ago he didn't know what to think. In all honesty he wasn't angry at all he was happy, he hadn't seen him in over a year. He hadn't received one phone call, not that he expected one in the first place. He was skinnier,his bone structure was more refined, he was definitely cuter, he hadn't grown much though. When he walked through the door he wanted his petite frame and coo about how much he changed, but he was pretty sure that if he had he'd be thrown out a window.

Out of the corner of his eye he examined Sasuke up and down. He wanted to laugh, the boy looked like he was being asked to walk on glass. In spite of telling himself not to he could help but stifle a laugh. The raven seemed to notice this and glared at him. "What?" he snapped self consciencely.

Naruto quickly shut up and said, "Nothing."

Sasuke looked back at the tv as much as he despised doing so and huffed again. He looked around the room and something he hadn't seen in the room before caught his eye. It was a fox plush doll sitting on a drawer and the most peculiar thing he'd ever seen, it looked ratty as if it had been owned since someone was five and looked like it had never been washed, it looked almost vaguely familiar. He walked over to the drawer to further examine it. Once the doll was within his grasp he grabbed it looked at it, some of the stitching was loose an-

"That is something you don't touch," Naruto said as he snatched the doll away from the raven. He tucked the doll into the the drawer and gave a one sided smile.

"I was looking at that," Sasuke snapped.

Naruto laughed at the raven who became even more enraged at this. "Jeez Sasuke you just have an angry little soul don't you? Does Mr. Pessimistic always have to find a reason to get pissed off at me? Listen I know you've had a stick up your ass for the past five years, and I'm sorry for that it must hurt really bad I'd probably be mad too. But you don't have to take it out on me," he yelled. He almost enjoyed the mixture of shock and anger, but didn't let it show.

"Shut up whitey."

Naruto narrowed his eyes at the boy below him. Whitey he hated that word. He'd lived in a dominantly Asian environment his entire life so naturally there were many at his school. In elementary school he was constantly teased for being part Japanese and looking completely Caucasian, as dumb as it may sound. "whitey" was one of many phrases used to describe him. Eventually when he got to middle school the teasing had stopped, but it stuck with him and that word always made him sensitive and Sasuke knew that. "What did you just say?"

Sasuke took a few more incriminating steps closer and filled the space between the two and said slowly, "I said: Shut up. Whitey. What are you gonna do about it?"

Mikoto Uchiha looked around nervously. What the Uzumaki's were asking her ... she didn't know if she could do it. They had talked about it for months and had agreed to do it. But now that Sasuke had returned she didn't know if she could go through with it, he would hate her. Itachi wasn't talkative, Fugaku wasn't around anymore, so Sasuke was the only one she could really talk to. If he didn't talk to her again she didn't know what she would do. "Are you guys sure about this?" she asked.

Kushina and Minato nodded. They had never been more serious in their life, they were always one to keep to their word and if they made a promise to someone they intended to keep it. Minato leaned forward. "When me and Fugaku were in college together we vowed to do it. As crazy as it seems, we were serious. If we don't go through with this I won't be able to live with myself. After all with his death a few months ago, it's the least we can do."

It was crazy, it was absolutely crazy. But Fugaku was her husband after all, she felt liked she owed him that much. But to do something this extreme? And to get the boys to agree with it? It sounded nearly impossible. "But surely the boys will hate us for the longest time. They can't agree to it, especially with the way they've been acting these past few years. How do we know they'll willingly participate?"

Kushina stepped in this time. "Once we bring up Fugaku they'll have to. He was special to them both, I'm almost certain they'll agree to do this. If not for us, then for him," she said confidently.

"You can't forget that they despise each other. Surely they'll kill each other before even going a week into this," Mikoto argued. "And Sasuke is still in college he's not ready to commit to this sort of thing, especially with the full package it comes with."

"Which is why we'll have Naruto take a year off from work, and Sasuke a year off from college," Minato said. "We have so much money they don't even need to work if they don't want to, so taking a year off won't hurt anyone."

Mikoto looked down to the ground and back at them. What they were proposing was certainly insane, but they had a point. "And you sure that they'll definitely agree to this?"

Minato smiled. "Certainly maybe it'll help them mend what ever they did anyway. After ma-"

Crash!!

"You bastard I'm gonna kick your fucking ass!"

The adults in the room looked at each other in fear and immediately ran upstairs and into Naruto's room. What they found was Sasuke sprawled on the floor thrashing furiously at Naruto who had him pinned him to the floor, next to them was a broken lamp. When they found out they had an intruder the boys slowly looked at their parents, who had a mixture of confusion, anger, and disbelief on their face. Sasuke took the the chance to push the blond off him and straighten out his clothes he looked furiously at the blond who got up and straightened his clothes as well. "He made me angry," Naruto said defensively.

Kushina slowly looked at Mikoto and said, "This will probably be harder than we thought."

A.N. So do you like it? Yay? Nay? I really wanted to write it, as much as I hate to say I think the story idea is 'cute' ... I just cringed I hate that word. Well I hate it when referring to something I'm associated with (And I'm associated with this story, since I'm writing it). Well yea this story is actually comprised of two stories that were stuck in my hand for quite some time. And eventually those two ideas blended and created one whole story, which explained all the loop holes too. You'll get to read a bit from Naruto's perspective in the next chapter. So ... you want to know what that 'incident' is? Read and eventuallyyou'll find out. Bwuahahha I'm evil.

To the people who read all my stories if you're wondering, this is not Twisted. BUT! I have finally found out what I want with that story, and once I have everything figured out it'll be up.

Hmm not much else to say. Oh ... I'm writing "To love the unloved" as you read this, bear with me now! It will rise from the grave soon enough! ... I hope my avid readers aren't mad about that, then I'd be sad.

So with that being said, I would greatly appreciate it if you reviewed. Honestly they mean a lot to me, and the people who review every chapter and story .. you guys are awesome! So please review and what not, praise, criticism, etc. Peace