Ok so I'm finally updating. Sorry for the delay (if you didn't already know… I got caught up in writing a one-shot. You should read it, it's a SasuNaru). Anyways on with the story!!!

P.S.: in Kirepapa, Chisato (Naruto) was almost raped (by Shunsuke's (Sasuke) dad no less) which is why he is so protective of his son Riju (Sakura). Well I decided that I didn't like that SOOOOOO… I didn't put that in this fic.

Warning: tiny LIME between Sasuke and Naruto!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own either Kirepapa or Naruto, if I did, Kirepapa would be exactly the same and Naruto would FINALLY cross that thin line into YAOI territory.

---Last Time---

'maybe, for just a little while, I can…'

"ah…Sasuke…"

----Chapter 3----

Naruto's fingers moved onto the shirt of the teen above him. Sasuke was slowly trailing a path of fire down his chest and, with a sudden 'tug'; Naruto felt his belt being unbuckled. His eyes shut swiftly and his body became still. Sasuke continued anyway.

The sound of his zipper seemed to reverberate within the room and the blonde's breath, caught in his chest. Was he actually going to do this? Would he allow himself to be swept away by a boy that was the same age as his daughter?

"SAKURA!!!' It had hit him like a ton of bricks. What would Sakura think? This was her best friend (and because of Naruto's antics, her only male friend). He shouldn't be here doing this. He had to return home to Sakura, because he had promised himself that he would never hurt her in any way. Even more important, he would never let anyone wiggle into their lives and take his attention off of her for even a moment.

That's when, with all his strength, he pushed. The teen fell back with a 'thump'. He seemed dazed for a moment before he noticed the blonde man before him already zipping up his pants. The teen leaned forward to grab the man but he had already moved back. The blonde stood up and made quick work of redoing his belt and straightening his slightly rumpled shirt.

"What are you doing?" the teen's annoyed voice asked.

"That's a stupid question. What does it look like I'm doing? Fixing my clothes!!!" he ran a shaking hand through his spiked locks.

"I believe we were in the middle of something" his voice became husky, sending a chill down the blonde's spine.

"Y…yeah well you were wrong. I was just on my way to returning home." He took a step towards the door. The teen lunged, catching the blonde in his lean arms.

"No. I believe that we were about to consummate our relationship." 'Damn that voice' it sent heat to all corners of the man's body and he shuddered. The teen, seeing this, bent forward and captured his lips in another kiss. A moan from his own throat broke him out of his jelly like state and he once again pushed the raven haired teen away.

"What relationship? We have no relationship, either then the fact that you are my daughter's best friend" he lifted a hand to wipe away any traces of the teen from his mouth.

The teen rolled his eyes, his lips parted to reply when a hard 'knock, knock' came from the door.

Without a word the teen walked to the door and nonchalantly opened it to reveal a man, the spitting image of the teen. A wave of familiarity washed over the blonde, had he met this man before?

"Aniki, what is it?" the teen's voice had become indifferent.

"I was told to inform you that our parents' flight was delayed. They will be returning tomorrow morning." Then the 'Sasuke look alike' caught sight of the blonde. His black eyes calculating but his face never changed emotions.

"Why didn't you just call me? I thought you were supposed to be in a meeting or something" the teen asked and the man's gaze returned to his brother.

"It was cancelled. So I had time to spare in a visit." His eyes, once again, moving to the blonde.

"Oh" the teen motioned to the Naruto "This is Naruto-san, he's Sakura's father. I left my mathematics notebook at his house and he brought it to me" this time Sasuke's voice had become polite and respectful.

"Sakura? The pink haired girl that follows you around like a puppy?" He questioned the teen, completely ignoring the suddenly pissed off blonde.

"Hey! Sakura does not, and never will, follow this kid like a puppy. It's the other way around!" he outright glared at the elder brother.

The man turned his gaze to the blonde and Sasuke flinched.

"Sir, you are within the Uchiha home and whilst here you shall respect every member of the Uchiha clan." Naruto growled.

"I will not respect someone who has insulted my daughter!"

"I did not intend for my statement to be an insult. It merely sounded like one because of the truth of it." The older Uchiha ignored his brother's hiss of "Itachi!" He looked upon the blonde with boredom, his black eyes showing self-proclaimed superiority.

"You pompous bastard!" Naruto unexpectedly stepped forward and with all his anger backing it up, his fist came crashing into the man's jaw. He felt satisfaction in the way the man's head flew to the side. The older Uchiha stumbled a bit and hit the doorframe.

Naruto glared at the man before promptly stepping passed him out the door. He swiftly walked down the hallway and out the way he had come. He ignored Sasuke's cries.

"Naruto-san! Wait!"

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"Papa! You said that you wouldn't be long. Now, look what happened, dinner's cold!" the pink haired girl huffed, her fists clenched at her sides.

A smile slipped onto the man's face. He felt so much at ease here, listening to his daughter's ranting. Here he was with someone whom he loved and who loved him back. This family of his was perfect and there was no one who should come in and ruin it for them.

He leaned forward and caught the fuming girl in a hug. She quieted instantly, her hands coming around to hug him back. He sighed.

"I'm sorry Sakura-chan; I tried to get back here as soon as I could" he let his head rest on the crown of her pink hair.

"Did you at least get Sasuke-kun's notebook back to him?"

"Yeah… your directions were a little crappy though; I ended up at his neighbor's house. I stood there, like an idiot, ringing the doorbell for three minutes." The girl giggled.

"I think that you just suck at reading directions." The man huffed 'do not'. They stood, like that, in the entryway for a few moments.

"Papa, why do you smell like Sasuke-kun?"Naruto stood still 'oh crap' what the hell was he supposed to tell her? "Oh yeah. Well, you'll never believe this but, your best friend proclaimed his love for me and we ended up dry humping on his floor and this was all before I punched his bastard of an older brother in the face for insulting you. What's for dinner?" his eye twitched. Yeah that would go over well. Then something occurred to him…

"When the hell have you been close enough to him to know how that brat smells!!!?"

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Naruto groaned. He stretched his back and heard several 'pop' sounds before letting himself fall backwards onto the floor of his art studio.

Damn Tsunade and her deadline, three weeks was gonna kill him. What was even worse was that he couldn't think of a single thing to paint. Where the hell was his usual inspiration? Why wasn't he being struck from above with a lightning bolt that would spur on a two day binge of countless sketches? He had always been able to come up with something when he tried hard enough. It was like he had a database of paintings already lined up in his head, and all he had to do was grab the next one and recreate it.

But NOOOO, his database had to break down when he had a three week deadline!!! He had tried everything to get his mind working properly. He tried going to a museum to get inspired, he had read adventure stories about ninjas, he had even looked though Satsuki Ueha's (or was it Sasuke Uchiha's) sketchbook for crying out loud. None of it had worked. So here he was, laying on the floor with the worst migraine in his life and contemplating suicide by way of paintbrush. Why wouldn't his writer's… err… artist's block end?

He sighed and rolled over on his side. His cerulean eyes, inadvertently, fell on a now familiar sketchbook and he groaned again. Then there was the whole matter with Sasuke, his idol. No, wait that wasn't right. Sasuke wasn't his idol, Satsuki was. But Sasuke was Satsuki. The pounding behind his eyes increased, he reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Sasuke. Satsuki. Who was the real one and who was the alter ego? 'that should be easy to answer' a tiny voice in his head said 'Sasuke was the one who created Satsuki.'

He rolled his eyes. Just because the chicken came before the egg doesn't mean that there wasn't an egg before the chicken. He blinked and then another groan. Oh great now he wasn't even thinking straight, that made little, to no sense to him.

His eyes fell back on the sketchbook. It had belonged to someone that he felt so deeply for. He had loved Satsuki, he truly had. Did that mean that he also loved Sasuke though?

He shook his head. That was impossible; he had despised that boy from the moment he met him. He had put laxatives in his food countless times, had tripped him, and he had even spilled both food and paint on him just so he had to go home and change. His eyes twitched, but that damn kid always came back!

He pushed himself onto his hands and knees, and crawled across the room. His fingers, hesitantly, grazed along the cover before he snatched it up and laid it upon his lap. He carefully opened it and, for the hundredth time, his eyes found that first murder scene. He felt a sense of recognition as he laid eyes on the murderer. Cold, black eyes looking down at his prey.

Naruto gasped, he had seen these eyes before. They belonged to Itachi!

Sasuke had drawn his own brother as a murderer? Of course the way the man acted it wouldn't be a surprise if he really was one. That was besides the point! Why would Sasuke use Itachi as his murderer?

He sighed. He couldn't go ask the teen, he had been avoiding him for two days and he wasn't gonna give in anytime soon. He huffed how dare he kiss him!

He stood up and set the sketchbook into his desk drawer before he grabbed his own and went out into his garden, maybe he could find inspiration there.

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Sitting underneath the tree he always went to, he opened his sketchbook and what a fucking coincidence it opened to that damn sketch of the two ninja making out!! He growled and promptly shut the book before letting it, once again, fall into the grass.

He shifted in his place and sighed. Before long his eyes returned to the sketchbook. It lay innocently next to him. He bit his lip; he needed to draw something, anything. He glared at the book, sucked up all the pride and courage he had, and grabbed it from the ground.

This time he purposefully opened it to that page.

His eyes closed instantly at the sight. His breath came out in quick ragged pants. He felt like an idiot. He shouldn't be so worked up by a picture. His teeth ground together. Fine he would just do it. He would look at the sketch. No he would stare at the damn thing until it lost all meaning.

He took a quick breath and opened his eyes. His face instantly flushed but he kept his gaze steady. They looked so… so passionate. It was so raw. They held onto each other as if they were afraid the other one might disappear if they let go. But it was still a quick sketch, they hadn't been given much detail and they weren't perfect.

Perhaps, just this once, he would finish it.

He lifted his pencil and lines began to pour forth. They flowed out of him smoothly and he nearly laughed at the irony of it all. Their clothes became slightly torn and they were bleeding from a few cuts each (they had had another fight apparently). Small droplets of sweat ran down their necks and arms. But what was most startling about the finished sketch, was that their closed eyes were tightly shut and tears escaped the blonde one's eyes.

Naruto's heart clenched. His breath caught in his throat. He felt the same way that the shinobi looked, it was agony.

"Are you crying?" a familiar drawl swept down upon him. His head flew up and he quickly shut the sketchbook. He clutched the book for dear life.

"Hell no! I wasn't crying!" he stood up. "What are you doing here?" he glared at the indifferent teen. A smirk suddenly crossed Sasuke's face. He stood a few feet away from the blonde; he held his book bag over his shoulder. He was still wearing his school uniform, tie half-undone. He must have come here straight after school.

"I came to see you Naruto-san" his dark gaze caressed the blonde almost possessively. Naruto's fist clenched 'that little!' He decided to play off the teen's comment as if it hadn't been said.

"Sakura isn't home right now she ha-"

"A student council meeting today, yes I know." The teen continued to watch him.

"Well then you should probably get home" Naruto smiled sweetly, trying to remain calm.

"I don't believe that you want me to go home, Naruto-san" he said the name as if saying it to a lover. Naruto's eyes narrowed, this kid was pissing him off. He clenched his jaw, no more pretending to be nice.

"Leave, Sasuke. I have nothing to say to you" he said in an indifferent voice, he meant business.

The teen dropped his flirtatious demeanor.

"Why have you been avoiding me?"

"Why do you think I've been avoiding you? Because I can't stand you!!" he growled.

"I doubt that. You seemed quite fine with me a few days ago remember?" a smug expression flitted across his face.

"That was a mistake and I can assure you that it won't happen again" his fist clenched.

"What has changed from then to now?" he asked, brushing his bangs out of his eyes.

"I came to my senses, that's what." The teen wasn't phased. He took a step forward and leaned in.

"If it's because of Itachi then tell me" the teen looked almost angry. Naruto felt a sudden rush of anger at the mention of Sasuke's older brother.

"I hadn't even thought of that bastard since a couple of days ago." Then a smirk crossed his lips "did I give him a bruise?"

"Yes" the brunette answered without so much as a flinch. Naruto couldn't help but chuckle. Serves that man right. He shut up though when he saw something flicker in the onyx eyes that peered at him. His expression became enraged but not at Naruto. "My brother is not angry at you, though."

"What is it?" Naruto felt annoyance to hear that the jerk wasn't at least a little pissed.

"He liked it that you had the guts to actually hit the V.P. of ANBU Enterprises. He said that he found it almost amusing and that he…" His eyes turned deadly "finds you intriguing" the teen's fists clenched "Naruto-san, he wants you."

Naruto felt ice run down his spine. There had been two things about what Sasuke said that had caused Naruto's reaction.

First had been the information that the older Uchiha was V.P. of a multinational corporation. Yeah he had known that Sasuke was well off and that his Father owned a company but he hadn't known which one. ANBU Enterprises was the leading manufacturer of many advanced weapons in Japan and was slowly taking over the industry altogether.

And then of course there had been the whole HE WANTS YOU thing!!!! Seriously WHAT THE HELL! What was it about him that made the Uchiha jerks want him? Was he emitting some sort of pheromone that attracted rich bastards!?

"What?" the blonde hissed.

"I won't repeat myself" the teen's voice was close to a growl. "I will not allow him even that." He closed the distance between the two of them, pinning Naruto to the tree he had been sitting under. The blonde gasped.

"Sasuke, get away from me!" he pushed against the teen's chest, he didn't budge. With a sudden motion the brunette's lips descended, capturing Naruto in a heated kiss.

A familiar warmth spread through the man's limbs and he felt his knees give. Sasuke held him up. They soon broke apart, in need of air, and Sasuke moved down to kiss the blonde's neck.

"Don't… Sasuke…" the words only came out as a whisper, but the teen seemed to listen. He pulled completely away, his eyes practically glowing. Naruto didn't expect the slight feeling of disappointment at the moment he pulled back.

Sasuke suddenly reached out and wrapped his fingers around the blonde's wrist and he started to drag the man towards the house. He towed Naruto in through the side door, which was directly connected to his studio, and pushed him down onto the floor without hesitation.

Then he was on him, his mouth retaking its place at the older man's neck. His pale hands roamed freely, sending electricity through Naruto's body.

"Naruto-san" he made his name sound sinful but Naruto reacted to it anyway. A low moan rumbled in his chest and he felt the brunette parting his legs with a bold hand. The other hand had already undone several of his shirt buttons.

The teen hovered over the blonde and slowly let his mouth trail down his collarbone. A shiver ran through the man and Sasuke chuckled against his chest.

"You're so sensitive" and as if emphasizing his point he ran a hand down Naruto's chest, fingertips brushing lower and lower. Naruto shivered again.

"Sasuke, please don't" he whispered, his voice was quickly leaving with his sanity. The teen drew back to look into his eyes.

"I won't stop" he murmured "when I know that you want this too" and he drug a hand along his zipper, pulling it down.

"Stop… we can't do this to Sakur-" a throaty moan erupted from him at the feel of a scalding hot hand plunging into his boxers.

"She's the reason that I never acted on my feelings before" the teen's face flushed slightly from the feel of the growing erection in his hand "but when you admitted to loving me back…" his hungry eyes finishing the sentence 'I couldn't hold myself back anymore'.

"I never… said that I… loved you" the blonde panted. The hand running slowly along his length made it hard for the blonde to think completely straight.

"We've already… had this conversation" the teen panted, his thumb ran over the head of Naruto's erection and smeared pre-cum around the slit. The blonde arched into his touch. Sasuke's panting breaths seemed to echo in the room.

"I… hate you" Naruto breathed out. 'I don't'. "I can't stand to be near you" 'I hate it when you aren't around' "I hate it when you… come home with Sakura" 'I feel disappointed when she comes home alone' "I hate the very sight of you" 'I can never look away' "You piss me off" 'God you piss me off!'

Naruto's head fell back and his climax hit him, his body shuddering. His teeth dug into his bottom lips to stop him from screaming. That sinful hand on him stroked a few more times, sending shock waves through his high.

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Naruto lay, panting heavily, on the floor of his studio, a dark haired teen above him, panting just as much.

"I love you" the brunette whispered into the blonde's ear. Naruto felt something lurch within him, it hurt. He couldn't be with Sasuke. He couldn't give the teen what he deserved. He had to be forever devoted to the happiness of Sakura. Sasuke would move on, he would grow up and follow in the footsteps of his father and brother and he would get married to an actress or a supermodel. He would forget all about a thirty-five year old artist and his daughter.

"I don't love you" the words had been the coldest ones that Naruto had ever said and they had made the teen flinch away. Sasuke pulled back, his body finally leaving Naruto's, his eyes showing hurt. "Leave before Sakura returns home" the blonde pushed away and stood up. He zipped up his pants and stepped away, indicating the open side door back to the garden. The room fell silent.

Sasuke's hurt expression became suddenly indifferent and he stood up as well. He peered at him emotionless for a few moments before giving a stiff bow.

"Goodbye, Naruto-san" the name no longer sounded loving. The teen turned and, without further delay, walked out.

Naruto collapsed onto the floor.

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He sat there for about an hour before he heard Sakura's usual call of "Papa, I'm home!".

She poked her head into his studio and found him working hard doing research. What she hadn't noticed was that the book he was reading was upside down. She smiled, said she would start dinner, and then ducked back out.

Naruto dropped the book and sat still for a few moments before moving to leave the room when his eyes fell on his sketchbook. It lay where it had been forgotten when the teen had pushed Naruto to the ground.

He grabbed it and brought it to his desk. He opened to a fresh page and sketch after sketch poured from him. Whoop Dee do artist's block gone.

---Chapter 3 End---

RotF: *hits head on keyboard* I'm infinitely sorry that it took me two weeks to update. Crap happened.

I hope you all liked this one (of course you probably hated the ending). It took me almost three days to type and I hated that but hey it's finally out!

Well that's all I have to say for today. I have to go work on my Senior Research Paper (T-T) over Edgar Allen Poe (I actually like that part of the research). So anyways…

Till next time…

Ram of the forest