Yo. Some reason they keep they keep coming.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto! But one can't dream can't they?... Can't they..?...Can't they?

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Preparing to be a father: A paint filled Day

Sasuke blinked again and for the second time in ten minutes he had questioned his eyesight. Sure in his family cataract ran in his family for generations but he was sure that didn't set in until his fifty's... he was only twenty six. He could've sworn he just saw a orange and black blur. Weird.

"Sasuke! stop mimicking Kakashi and get your ass moving!" someone shouted from the other room. Obsidian eyes looked to his right and sure enough his guardian was they slouching with his infamous orange book in hand. A black eyebrow twitched when he heard a all too familiar depraved giggle come from the older man.

How dare Naruto compare him to him! By God! he ever turned as perverted as Kakashi Naruto would surely sever his balls, and let's face it. He needed his balls... very much indeed.

"Sasuke!" with a sigh he pushed himself off of the hallway railing and walked slowly towards a room that was fumigated with paint. His pitch black eyes looked at the four walls of room which were painted a baby blue with yellow ducks, cloud, and suns printed on them. A small smile creeped onto his face. Cute.

He had just arrived home from a meeting and was imediently put off when he saw his guardian (who he kicked out) in his living room sitting, crossed legged and reading a 'Very educational book about the human body and its inner working with the mind' Sasuke quickly deduced that to a simple four lettered word.

Smut.

The definition of smut to many people is obscene or lascivious talk, writing, or pictures. That was the definition of normal people. But alas. Kakashi was as normal as a cat barking and fish drowning.

To Kakashi, smut was the way of the world. A way to explain to young people about sex without actually explaining. The written and more descriptive version of porn. It showed you how to hump, bump and be kinky.

Sasuke shook his head. No wonder he usually found him on the couch and all twitchy. Serious case of blue balls. Ouch.

"Is something wrong with the room Sasuke-kun?" Iruka asked as he stopped mid stroke. Blue eyes looked from where he was painting the window still and he coked a blonde eyebrow. "Yea S'uke something wrong?" Naruto asked in his modified version of Sasuke's name.

"No. I was just thinking about something." His eyes wandered again and he allowed a smile to swim its way on his lips. "Its atually to my liking" he said as he crossed the room from the doorway and over to blond man. He wrapped his hands around the swollen bump that was his spouse's belly.

A sigh escaped Naruto's lips as Sasuke took librity to rub his always relaxed him, so he guessed that some little person in there liked it. Sasuke nibbled on his ear lobe which caused the blond to squirm. "Sasuke" he mumbled as he leaned back into the broad frame of his husband who chuckled slightly.

Both raven and blond heads turned when they heard something akin to a child's whine but only think it was much deeper and manlier. Ah. Kakashi. Sasuke nudged his husband to walked as curiousity took over his mind. Naruto who was just as curious shuffled along and yet again made Sasuke wonder if his vision really was disintegrating quicker than it should be.

Naruto nodded in contentment as he stepped outside of the newly finished baby room. He sent a very amused smirk towards his darker counterpart who glared at him. Earlier when Kakashi had skirted off with a flushed and kicking Iruka over his shoulder with a last remark of 'I'm gonna try a new technique! Ja kiddies!' Both Sasuke and Naruto had taken up the job to finished setting up the baby room. Well Sasuke had taken to finishing up the room since Naruto had dozed off for the remainder of the day.

Naruto giggled as he flicked a dried piece of paint from Sasuke's neck. Apparently his husband and the paint brush had gotten into a fight. When Naruto had first seen his husband he nearly bowled over laughing and had to sit quickly. Sasuke looked like he had been shot with blue, white, and yellow paint balls. Poor soul had paint even in his ears. How? Naruto would never know since the raven kept tight lipped. But he did have to admit the room looked beautiful.

Sasuke raised an eyebrow when his blond turned to face him with a small grin on his face. "Thank you S'uke" he muttered into Sasuke's shoulder. Even if he was a walking bucket of paint Naruto embraced him in a hug as best as he could with his stomach. He let out a sigh of happiness when he felt arms return the embrace. "For what dobe?" he heard him ask.

"For ya know... finishing up the nursery and stuff" Naruto said even though his voice was muffled from Sasuke's shoulder.

The midnight haired man snorted. "Dobe, unless you conceived them alone then you have no need to thank me. I was doing my job and besides seeing you dribble was much cuter than waking you up" Sasuke teased which earned him a pout.

"I do not dribble!" Naruto yelled back. Sasuke chuckled before burying his head in golden locks. "We have a pillow in our bedroom to prove it dobe." Naruto huffed "Fine then smart ass! tomorrow you're coming shopping with me and the girls"

Sasuke's brain engine pulled a fast brake on him. The girls. The girls... The Girls!

Sasukes translation of girls: Soul eating, loud mouth, inflated chested demons who suck the life out of men.

The last time he checked he was a man! No way. Uh uh! No sirey! He would put his foot down! By everything bitter and black everyone knew who was the real man in his relationship and Naruto would just have to take no for an answer and thats that!

"Naruto I have to a very important meeting tomorrow" Sasuke tried to reason but a blank look from his husband said it all. 'You come or I'll sic Tsuande-baachan on you' Sasuke sighed before nodding. God he now knew how Shikamaru felt and he couldn't help saying his friend's popular phase.

"Troublesome..."

Some where Shikamaru sneezed. His eyes shifted before looking up at his ceiling "Somebody troublesome is talking about me...sigh... troublesome people..."

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