SasuNaru, Yaoi, unbeta-ed and OOC

Author's Notes: It's here again! I'm glad everyone likes/loves this fic despite its fluffiness and OOCness. To all anonymous reviewers, thank you. I just can't resist writing this particular chapter.


Chapter IV: Wife

"What's bothering you, dobe?" Sasuke asked as he joined Naruto sitting on the kitchen island.

"Sasuke, why are you referring me as your wife?" The term had bothered Naruto since the day Sasuke used it. It felt wrong… Sure he was the one who had his family name change, the one who sits at the right side of the table while Sasuke sat at the head and the one who plays the uke but that hardly qualifies him to be called wife, right?

Sasuke frowned as he thought of the reason. Actually there was no reason. "Actually, I just though it was cute and endearing if I call you that."

"What kind of a reason is that?" Naruto growled.

"In my own opinion, it is appropriate not because you are the uke or anything. I'm just proud to refer you as that." He looked at Naruto, "If you want, you can refer me as your wife."

Naruto thought for awhile and found it horrible in a funny way. He may have a grace that rival that of a girl's but he was manly. Everything he did was manly in a beautiful way. Besides Sasuke was, as a start, not a wife material. Sure, he did household chores but that was because he had no one else.

After a moment, Naruto shook his head. "I think I'd like to stick to calling you my husband among others."

"And that would be?"

"Bastard, asshole…" Naruto continued on and on until Sasuke decided to shut him up by kissing him.

"Sasuke, I should start cooking lunch," Naruto said. Contrary to what most villagers believe, Naruto knew how to cook and his cooking was delicious, thanks to Iruka's teachings.

Half-heartedly, Sasuke let Naruto go and lazily watched him as he grabbed an apron. "Ne dobe, would it be too much to ask if you wear the apron and nothing else?"

"Sorry, bastard. That little fantasy of yours is doomed from the start."

Sasuke just arched an eyebrow as his wicked libido started coming up with plans on how to make one of his fantasies to reality.

"Sasuke, will you stop staring at my butt?" a frustrated Naruto cried out a minute later. He could not concentrate on what he was doing, not when he could feel a very intense gaze. "Better yet, why don't you stop staring at me like-"

"Like I wanted to push you on the kitchen table and feast on you? Because I definitely do," a smirking Sasuke replied as he cornered Naruto by the stove.

"Sasuke, the stove is on," he heard Naruto weakly stated and he immediately solved that problem. "Not anymore," was his reply before he pushed his blonde on the table.

Naruto opened his eyes when he felt Sasuke hovering above him but not touching him. He was just looking at him with a very serious face as if he was having a dilemma and he did. "What are you doing?" He demanded impatiently.

Sasuke shrugged his shoulders, his eyes glinting wickedly, "I can't decided whether to take off the apron too or just leave it alone."

The blonde growled and furiously rip the apron from his body. He just wanted Sasuke now and not his kinky fantasies. But the dark-haired ninja was not done yet.

"Naruto, can I put some garnishing on you?"

"God, Sasuke. Why don't you shut up and have me already," a frustrated Naruto growled out before he wrapped his legs around and bucked against Sasuke's hips letting him know what he wanted, needed at that moment.

One day, Sasuke swore before he focused all his attention to his delectable lunch.

TBC


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