Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Masashi Kishimoto. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Pairing: SasuNaru
Warnings: Slash: Male homosexual relationships, adult language, and slash sexual intercourse.
Tanzaku City: Chapter Two
By: Tanuki-Mara
Beta: Kamerreon
"Careful, dobe," Sasuke warned, "I don't want your stupid rubbing off on anything."
"Fuck off, teme," Naruto grumbled. "You know, you could help."
"I could," Sasuke drawled, "but this is more entertaining."
Naruto swore as he lugged his suitcases into the lavish apartment. Sasuke, leaning against the wall, smirked as Naruto practically tripped over his own feet.
"I'll help you," Iruka promised from behind Naruto. Naruto rolled his eyes.
"Nah, I don't want your help, Iruka," Naruto growled. "You're not supposed to! I don't want to force you. I would simply appreciate some help from my husband."
Iruka frowned from behind Naruto. He directed his glare at Sasuke.
"Sasuke, you could be helping," he agreed. "He is your husband."
With a slight groan Sasuke snatched the larger bag from Naruto's grip. "Follow me, dobe," he muttered, his irritation clear in his voice. "I'll show you to the study. We'll have to get you a fold-out bed soon, though I don't see why I have to bu…"
"Ahh, Sasuke," Iruka interrupted, "you have to share a bed."
Sasuke froze, the bag dropping to the ground as he slowly turned to face the brunet behind him. "What?" the Uchiha's voice was low and deadly as he attempted to kill Iruka with his eyes. Iruka sighed softly as he rubbed his temples.
"You're a married couple," Iruka began. "You have to live like one, that includes sharing a bed."
"No, no way in hell," Sasuke snarled. "No way in hell will I degrade myself by sharing a bed with him."
Sasuke's gaze snapped to Naruto and his heart stopped, his glare fading. Naruto was staring down at his feet, obviously holding back tears.
It was too much for Naruto. The whole situation, coupled with Sasuke's words in Kakashi's office combined with the way Sasuke spoke – like Naruto was a diseased rat that wasn't worth his time, except to step on.
'Shit…' Sasuke thought. 'I didn't mean… oh crap!'
"I-I just, I don't want to either, I mean," Naruto muttered. "Forget it." Naruto turned and rushed deeper into the apartment, stumbling along until he found the bathroom. He shuffled in, shutting the door behind him before sinking to the floor.
Iruka narrowed his eyes at Sasuke who was staring after Naruto. "Sasuke," he murmured, drawing the Uchiha's attention back to him, "that was not a good start."
"I know," Sasuke replied, his voice as quiet as Iruka's. "I… know."
"I have to go," Iruka said. He picked up his briefcase before fixing Sasuke with a piercing glare. "You have to fix Naruto."
As the brunet let himself out, Sasuke turned his gaze upon the dark hallway leading to the rest of the house. Sasuke dragged his feet down to search the rooms. Naruto wasn't in the study, bedroom or closet, so Sasuke knocked on the closed bathroom door.
"Naruto?" Sasuke hated how low his voice was. It rang with – concern – for the dobe? "Naruto, are you okay?" There was no reply so Sasuke slid to the ground, leaning against the door. "Naruto," he tried again, "come on, talk to me, dobe."
"Is Iruka gone?" Sasuke sighed in relief at the question.
"Come out of the bathroom, dobe," Sasuke coaxed. "We can talk in the living room."
"Is Iruka gone?" Naruto repeated. Sasuke rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, he's gone," he replied. "So why don't we tal – oof!"
Sasuke fell back as the door opened suddenly. He stared up as Naruto ran past, headed for the living room. Scrambling to his feet Sasuke hurried after his husband. He walked in to find Naruto hefting his bags and heading for the door.
"Dobe!" he shouted as he used his longer legs to overtake Naruto. "Where are you going?"
"Home," Naruto growled as he tried to step around Sasuke. "Move."
"You're supposed to stay here," Sasuke replied, "you're supposed to stay."
"Iruka's gone," Naruto pointed out before trying to sidestep Sasuke again, "and now, so am I."
Sasuke turned calmly, locking the front door behind him. He turned back to Naruto, narrowing his eyes. "No," he said in a calm and collected voice. "You're not going anywhere."
"I'm going, teme!" Naruto snapped. "Move!"
Sasuke slipped the key out of the lock behind him before pocketing it. "Not without a key you aren't," he said while raising an eyebrow.
"Teme!" Naruto shouted. "What the hell?"
Sasuke ignored Naruto as he threw a fit. He reached out calmly, snatching the bags from Naruto's grasp and walking past him, headed for his – no their room.
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'What in the hell came over me?'
Sasuke stared at the table before him with blank eyes. He had no idea why he had prevented Naruto from leaving, but he had. His body had moved by itself, and his mind had gleefully gone along with it. Sasuke hadn't wanted Naruto to leave, so he had stopped him – simple logic.
The illogical part was why didn't he want Naruto to leave?
A plate slammed on the table in front of him and Sasuke looked up. Naruto slid into the seat across from him and began to eat. Naruto had gotten over his bad mood surprisingly fast once the idea of food had been introduced. Sasuke eyed the plate warily, wondering if Naruto was a good cook or not – probably not.
Sasuke picked at the food quietly before tasting it. It wasn't bad – in fact, it was quite good. Of course, Sasuke wouldn't tell Naruto that. Sasuke's eyes darted from the food to Naruto and back. A small smile flittered onto his face.
He could get used to this.
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Sasuke wasn't sure how long he had been lying there, how long he had been staring at the same spot, or how long Naruto had been snoring. He only knew that it would continue.
When they had both first climbed into bed it had been one of the most awkward moments in Sasuke's life, high up with the time his father had caught him and his older brother 'experimenting' with their mother's make-up. Soon after, Naruto had fallen into a deep sleep, snoring heavily.
Sasuke couldn't help but think that he didn't snore that much last time.
"Oh fuck, Sasuke!" Naruto panted, as Sasuke slammed deep inside of him again. "Oh God! Deeper!"
"Dobe," Sasuke growled as he changed the angle of his thrusts in order to slide deeper into Naruto. "Damn you're tight. What d-do you want?"
"More," Naruto groaned, "more from my hu-husband!"
Drunken and panting giggles filled the room, accompanied by low chuckles from the dark-haired man.
Sasuke's eyes widened as the hazy memory flashed through his mind. His face became engulfed with a blush before he sighed heavily. He rolled up onto his side to look at Naruto before groaning. He felt incredibly awkward and oddly – empty. With another groan Sasuke realized the only way he would be able to sleep next to Naruto would be with some sort of contact.
Sasuke shuffled closer to Naruto, prepared to have only his hand brush against Naruto's, but as soon as his skin made contact with Naruto's caramel body Naruto's snores stopped and a soft whimper worked its way out of Naruto's throat. Sasuke's breath caught and he reached out to gather Naruto into his arms, pulling him close. The whimper turned into a purr as he settled into Sasuke's arms, a soft smile drifting onto his face. Blond hair tickled Sasuke's nose and he inhaled Naruto's scent deeply. Sasuke's eyes slid closed and sleep finally came.
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The next morning Sasuke was awoken by a shout of: "Hentai-teme!"
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"Sasuke, Naruto is here," Mikoto called. The twelve-year-old slouched down the stairs, rolling his eyes.
"What do I care about that dobe," he muttered as he sauntered to his mother's side.
Mikoto frowned at the insult, but decided to let it pass. Naruto always gave as good as he got anyway.
"Teme!" Naruto shouted. "I told you not to call me that!"
"Che," Sasuke flipped a bit of hair out of his eyes as Naruto glared at him. "Whatever, loser."
"AARGH!" Naruto stomped his foot. "Damn it, teme!"
"Naruto!" Kushina snapped as she smacked Naruto over the head. "Stop that!"
"Mum!" Naruto whined as he rubbed his head. "He called me a loser!"
"I don't care!" Kushina growled. "Now go play and be nice. You only see Sasuke once every three months! Make the most of it!"
"We're twelve!" Naruto whinged. "We don't play anymore! And I'm glad it's only every three months! I hate him!"
"Come on, dobe," Sasuke growled, successfully drawing Naruto's attention back to him. "Let's get this over and done with."
"Bastard!" Naruto shouted as he followed Sasuke up the stairs. "You're just impatient for me to kick your ass at those video games again!"
"Che, in your dreams, dobe."
Kushina and Mikoto shook their heads as the two vanished. They knew one of them would have to head up there soon to break up a fight. The two never got along, ever since their first meeting.
Mikoto's frown deepened as she turned back to Kushina. Kushina's eyes were heavy with sorrow. "I still haven't told Naruto that we're leaving," she said, "but we have to go join Minato in Iwa. This deal is so important."
"I know," Mikoto sighed, "it's all Fugaku can talk about. He really appreciates you uprooting yourself and moving for the sake of the companies."
Kushina waved it off as they left for the parlour. "My biggest concern is Naruto and Sasuke," she murmured. "They already fight so much, any civility they have left will probably vanish."
"But it might be good for them," Mikoto pointed out. "To get all the hate out of the way and start anew. Who knows, they might actually miss each other."
Kushina snorted as the door swung shut behind them.
Naruto and Sasuke acting civil toward each other was as likely as the two getting married.
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