Ashina: Did you guys like that last chapter? I was a little disappointed in it simply because I felt like I didn't do as much with it as I wanted to. And believe me, my mind comes up with quite a bit of stuff. So yeah.

Mirai: I liked it. It ended up coming to the part that everyone needed to see. And yeah, guys, it really is moving that fast. Think Romeo and Juliet. Fast-forwarded four times.

Ashina: (sigh) Thank you for trying, Mirai-sama. I appreciate it.

Mirai: (confused look) What? You think I'm doing this for free?

Ashina: *0*

Mirai: (evil smile) Oh, love, I intend to draw every bit of this from you. Ten fold.

Ashina: Sorry for the late update, everyone, but this is the longest chapter in all the history of chapters that I've ever written, so I think that makes up for it.

Warnings: M-preg, OOCness, yaoi, and stupid blondes… well, just one.

Disclaimer: Not mine. This sucks.

Note: Some female characters in this story have had their genders reassigned. Their names remain the same, but their sex has been changed for the sake of the plot.

--U R Darkest's Pawn--

Ashes

"Otousan…" Sasuke said coolly. His father had interrupted his apology to his future wife, the prince expected him to have a damn good excuse for doing so. He realized that his insolence would not be tolerated, but at that moment, he truly did not care.

"Sasuke. Suigetsu-kun came by the mansion a few days ago and mentioned that you had not found someone yet, rather, that this person that you were pursuing had yet to be approached with your proposition. Is this true?

The raven felt his blood pressure rise a bit. The simmering beneath his skin forced him to take a deep breath. He hated how his father made his future seem like a simple business plan, like something that simply needed to be executed by a deadline and shouldn't take an overly-excessive amount of time, or emotion, to think through. It should be done and handed off for approval.

"Suigetsu doesn't know the entire story."

"Does that make what he told me a lie?"

"No. I have yet to have my intended wife understand the situation." Overly formal—that was how his father expected him to speak to him. It was as though they weren't even related.

"I realize that you normally don't take my threats seriously. I resent the fact that you hold little respect for me. I will not argue with you on this. You should have found yourself a partner two years ago. I would not have cared that you had settled with all of your lovers, but this is a stain on the family name to have an unmarried heir. I tolerated your brother's sleeping around, but I made sure to put an end to it. He agreed to marry all of his wives. Do you realize the Council believes that I have no control over my children because of what you and Itachi have done?" Fugaku's angry voice, detached as though he was merely scolding an employee, continued to ring in Sasuke's ear. He'd heard so many of these speeches before, about how he'd failed by following in his brother's drunken footsteps, about how he tarnished the Uchiha name, about how he had made so many mistakes in his life that had led up to his father needing to cover for his pathetic ass every time…

"Otousan, Naruto is coming with me tonight. I'm planning on proposing to him." He stated in a harsh voice, angry that he had to spell out his plans in order for his father even to begin to recognize that he was trying to satisfy his demands.

"His name is Naruto? You are aware that if he does not possess a drop of demon blood, he will be unable to conceive a child, correct?"

As much as the prince found himself wanting to scream bloody murder at his father for making the situation so difficult, he gritted his teeth and bit his tongue to withhold the seething remark that biting its way out of his mind.

"He is a half-demon. I felt that from him." He was glad for his detection: the one thing that his father would praise him for being able to do. Very few demons were able to detect the blood of another being, including purebloods; even they were rarely graced with that power.

Though the older man said nothing, Sasuke was sure that he was musing over the fact that the person he'd fallen in love with was merely a half-demon. His father was one of those people who looked down on those who weren't pureblood as dirty. He had not been aware the first time he'd seen the blonde, but after their second encounter and his comfortableness with the kit's 'scent' it had been easier for him to make that distinction. It was possibly the childish want to rebel that made Sasuke figuratively jump for joy when he realized that he could push another button on his father.

"A half-demon's blood will not be welcomed by the Council."

Finally, that last nerve snapped.

"I am in love with someone I'm sure will be able to love me back! And you, as my father, should be happy for me! You'd rather nitpick at every little detail about it! Are you incapable of showing even the slightest bit of support?! Or is it you just can't stand that I'm not the perfect little drone you tried to make me into after Itachi screwed up your plan?

"I will not bend to you this time! I willlive my life the way I want to! Just face the fact that you have failed in creating robotic sons!" Heavy breathing choked off the rest of his outburst. He'd lost all of his steam with those few sentences. He did not regret it, but he could feel the same passive-aggressive submission settling in again. The silence on the other side of the sent a small shiver of fear down his spine. As a child, his tantrums were tolerated with silent disapproval and corporal punishment. But since his eighth birthday, his uncaring attitude had shifted to fear. He had never made such a brazen move.

And he was honestly scared shitless.

"Is that what you believe, Sasuke?"the eerily calm voice of the older Uchiha made his face turn a sickeningly pale. "Do you truly believe that my goal was to control you like that?"

He could not answer. The action of swallowing to attempt to clear his throat had all but failed him.

"I see…" The sound of the musing man's voice, made his palms clammy. "I will only say one more thing, Sasuke. I never intended to have it like that. You can thank your chichiue for the two of you not turning out like me. That might have been how it would have turned out if he hadn't come here to be with me."

The older man sounded regretful, something that Sasuke had never believed was an emotion possible for him. He sounded tired, as though he was Atlas with the world was upon his shoulders and gravity was winning.

"I'm disappointed to hear that you feel like that; not disappointed at you, but at myself." Fugaku said nothing more and hung up.

Sasuke felt his throat clenching, his sudden sadness not making any sense to him, but not taking any of the pain away. He stuffed the notion aside, afraid that it might cause him some sort of inhibition later.

With a huff, he tossed the cell onto his bed and took off for a long, cold shower. Hopefully that would help to clear his head.

--U R Darkest's Pawn--

"Naruto?" The pink-haired boy mumbled in a confused voice. His pale hand was slowly moving before his friend's face in an attempt to break him out of his daydreaming.

"Huh?" Green eyes peered into his defenseless stare and he jumped back upon realizing their proximity. "Geez, Sakura-chan! Don't scare me like that! You know how spacey I am!"

The frown upon the other boy's face showed much more than the displeasure that was obviously there. He looked almost even more hurt than he'd been before.

"What is it?" The blonde suddenly felt panicked. Hands flew to his face, checking it for any sort of disfiguration or blemish. "What?"

The pinkette looked extremely troubled. It took him a moment longer before he was able to open his mouth and talk. "You were smiling; it was like you weren't even here any more."

Guilt struck him like a hundred-pound weight. He could feel the willingness to help slowly giving way to a certain uncertainty again. How was he supposed to help his friend if he was sneaking behind his back with the man who was causing that pain? How was he supposed to be there for his friend when he was being such an unfaithful little hypocrite?

"I-I was thinking about what we should do. We need to go to Foster's Freeze and get ourselves some Twisters!" he forced his usual smile, noting that the pinky did not believe him. Not for one minute. "C'mon Sakura-chan. We need a good ice cream night. We haven't had one since, like, you dumped that one Rock Lee guy. Let's go! The Butterfinger Twister has my name on it!"

He hopped up from the bench, fingers clutching the other boy's thin wrist, fully intent on dragging him over to the fast-food chain to consume the caloric frozen cream.

"I don't really want any ice cream right now. Thanks for the offer, but I'd much rather just head home and clear my head." Dulled green eyes cast downward, tired voice wavering with exhaust. Sakura just pulled away from him, a thankful expression on his face, and headed towards the front gate.

Naruto watched his friend, feeling quite empty, as though he hadn't done anything to help though he was well aware that he'd done everything that was in his power.

Chased by the fading sun, the kit made his way home, drained.

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"Ne, Naru-chan," his mother began as she interceded his emotional eating urge "are you doing anything tomorrow night?"

"Huh?" A piece of turkey hung halfway out of his mouth as his head poked from inside the fridge.

The redhead woman was slicing up a few vegetables for the chicken stew they were going to have for dinner. "Well, Papa and I had plans to go out for dinner tomorrow night, and maybe rekindle our love," at this her son made a gagging noise, "and I didn't want to leave you here alone. I just wanted to know if you had any plans."

"Not right now I don't." he responded, swallowing the meat that he'd managed to shove down his throat.

"Okay… Hmm, maybe I'll call up Asuma-san and see if he can get Kono-chan to come over so the two of you can spend some time." she mused, dumping the food into a boiling pot that already contained the chicken broth.

Sarutobi Konohamaru was the nephew of one of Kushina and Minato's friends Sarutobi Asuma. As children, Konohamaru and Naruto had spent quite a bit of time playing pranks at their parents' get-togethers and other such events. He had not seen the boy in quite a while, after his grandfather had been killed by a drunk driver whose criminal record had been dredged up to reveal that he was a murderous scientist who had been bent on trying to find a way to become immortal… with how long he was going to be locked up, it might start to seem like he was immortal.

"It's fine, Kaa-san. I'll find something to do with Kiba and Gaara if nothing turns up. Maybe we'll go see a movie and then spend the rest of the night playing gruesome video games." the kit responded with a teasing smile.

"You know I don't like it when you spend ridiculous hours on end shooting people's heads off…" she reprimanded.

"Yeah. I know." Naruto chuckled as he skipped up the stairs, well aware of his mother's sighing.

He flopped onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. The pale light shining in the room casted friendly shadows that struck up conversations with him.

It was nice… at least until he realized that he was freaking talking about the light refractions sending him some freaking mental messages about absolutely nothing!

He flipped his phone around in his hand, desperately wishing that it would ring. It would be nice if Sasuke actually freaking called him back tomorrow—

"I don't want to feel the way that I do, I just want to be right here with you, I don't—"

"H-Hello?" he stammered, taken by surprise that his internal ranting had, by chance, produced the proper results.

"Dobe. Expecting someone to call?"

Heart jumping into his throat, it took a few more moments before he could retort. "Bastard."

"Is that all you can say?"

"Well, gee, considering the fact that you did cut off our conversation earlier for no reason that I could see, you did quite a poor job at apologizing to me, and I was anticipating a call tomorrow, I think I have the right to be a little mum right now!" he shouted, fighting a predicted pout.

"That makes sense." The dark-haired man sighed. "Naruto, I want to meet you tomorrow for a date. Please, would you be willing to go with me?"

"Sasuke-teme, explain to me why you think a simple date would be good enough to make up for your lack of reliability. Because by a normal person's standards, I'd be willing to say that you're making a shitty approach to gain my trust." the blonde snorted, trying to be as nonchalant and offhanded as possible though his blush was beginning to turn the shade of a ripened tomato.

"Dobe, I'm sure that you're aware of it, but I'm not like normal people, so pardon me if my attempts seem a little different." The raven on the other end said arrogantly. He was proud of being a demon, or in just Naruto's eyes, different.

"You're such an arrogant bastard to think that I'd say yes again." the kit said in a seemingly angry tone, though he was pleased as a peach.

"I'm only arrogant because I know how you'll react. You're just that predictable."

Fucking arrogant son of a bitch.

"How's this for predictable." he said before he hung up, a smug smile towards the little electronic device.

When it started ringing again, he let the other boy wait in anticipation before answering on the final ring.

"I deserved that."

"Yeah, you did." The blonde's easily discernable smile made the prince grimace.

"You haven't responded to my request yet, dobe."

"What request, bastard?" he retorted, one leg bouncing up and down in a restless fashion over his knee.

"Will you go on a date with me tomorrow?"the raven repeated, a heavy sigh in its wake.

"Sure. I've got nothing better to do." Naruto said in an offhanded tone.

His heart swelled with a heat that warmed him from head to toe. His imagination, not particularly creative, ran wild with the cliché thought of a sunset kiss.

"Dobe."

--U R Darkest's Pawn--

Naruto felt lighter than a feather.

For once, it was going his way. For once, he was going to be able to find that place he wanted. The car held little room for movement, but it wasn't as if he wanted to be moving any farther away from the older boy.

After a day at the Santa Monica Pier, one of Naruto's favorite places aside from Disneyland, lunch at a pleasant steakhouse, and then a sweet treat from Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream, the couple was prepared to make their way to their next, and final, destination of the night.

They drove to a lavish hotel (one could not expect royalty to spend his night in a rundown place such as a Motel 6, could he?) where, upon arriving, a valet member came to open his door and greet him. Flushing, and feeling quite out of place, he allowed the man to help him out of the car. Sasuke came around from the driver's side of the car with a certain angry expression that seemed easily translatable to Naruto: he was being quite possessive.

With a soft chuckle, he allowed the raven to take his hand and lead him through the building. He found it difficult not to acknowledge the stares that so many of the other guests were sending towards them. Even with his partner sending bone-chilling glares in their direction, their prying eyes continued to appraise them.

"Don't worry about it." The Uchiha said in an assuring voice. "They're just busybodies with nothing better to do."

Those words… my, how they managed to settle down his anxiety. Strange…

On the twenty-first floor, they arrived to a surprising area. A single suite, opened up to by the doors of the machinery, had greeted them. Naruto had noted that the raven had slipped his card into a seemingly invisible compartment into the elevator's wall. Not once had it crossed his mind that it might lead to a room. Then again, he was far too busy admiring the sharp angles of the Uchiha's clearly Asiatic features.

A comfortable silence enveloped the two of them as they entered into the room. Darkness, not blinding but disorienting, kept the kit from moving too familiarly around. Suddenly, he was far too nervous to keep his mouth shut.

"So…how old are you?" The blonde asked quietly, his eyes adjusting to the sudden brightness of the flipped on lamp.

Sasuke chuckled to himself. "Nineteen." he offered, watching as a certain amount of relief settled into the boy's eyes. "And you?"

Naruto moved to sit on the single king-sized bed. He flopped backwards, arms spread out, before answering. "I'm seventeen." The room was just as elegant and impressive. A flat-screen television was set parallel to the bed, accompanied, surely, by a ridiculous amount of entertainment that no single person would be able to watch during his or her stay. A doorway to the left of the TV led to the bathroom befitting of a suite; a brilliantly shiny black Jacuzzi tub and shower attachment were surrounded by the black marble countertops, which were matched to the room's gold and black décor.

"Aren't you a bit young to be working at a strip bar?"

"Well, my grandfather owns the place. He's the famous author of this stupid porn series so I guess when you're rich and powerful, the police don't really care what sort of business you run, right?" He tilted his head back, the image of the dark-haired man marred because he was upside down.

"Hmmm...I guess not."

That was all Sasuke said before he leaned down to capture the blonde's lips. He moved them softly, using only the slightest pressure, and he felt awfully victorious when the kit was the one to gasp and changed his position. He pulled Sasuke to straddle his lithe body, shading his from the light. Sasuke decided in his own mind that kissing this boy, this man (whichever term was preferred), had turned into a whole other activity that he was sure he'd never tire of.

Naruto, for all of his experience in seduction, had absolutely no idea what to do in this situation. Not once had the idea of actually having sex with someone he was attracted to (in a way much grander than simple lust) ever crossed his mind. Repeatedly, in his past, men had dirtied his body and they had always made sure that their own release was the forefront of the actions, but the way this man was treating him, the way Sasuke was treating him, had drained all of that stored memory away from him. Automatic delete.

"Nngh…" he groaned into the kiss. Had he…just moaned? From a kiss? What in the world was this man doing to him? Why from just that—oh god!

Sasuke's fingers brushed against his left nipple and a delicious tremor shot through his entire body. As if trying to hide that, Naruto drawled, "Your fingers are cold, bastard."

"You would only know that if your shirt was off dobe…" the raven hummed against the caramel skin of his neck, distracted by his task. The scent, the flavor, the reactions! They were better than they had been in his dreams. Much. Better. "Mmm… but we can easily fix that."

The fabric of his shirt purposefully brushed lightly across his torso, stroking his over-heated skin in a taunting way as if to say, 'this isn't what you long for, is it? You want his hands, don't you?' And the kit had to agree to that.

But what awaited him was not those long tendrils that were ever so sensuous, it was the older boy's tongue that began to taste and tease his pert nipples. A hot mouth closed over one, the other being graced with the aforementioned promise, and he cried out in absolute ecstasy.

Sasuke was wonderful.

Refusing to acknowledge the raven's confident and trademark arrogant laughter, the blonde tried to focus on regulation of his breath, tried to force himself to breathe evenly to not so much as let the damn bastard that he was—!

"Yes…" he whispered ever-so-softly

"Yes, what, Naruto?" the prince responded, pressing feather-light kisses upon the boy's chest. He allowed his tongue to trace the lightly etched lines of the other's abs, moving in a hypnotizing circle between those and the dusky nipples that stood pebbled just above his line of sight.

Sasuke's heavy breathing was sticky sweet upon the blonde's body, clouding anything thoughts that might have come about. The raven's body pressed along the length of his, moving lower by such painstakingly slow caresses and kisses, was like a drug injected directly into his veins – such action caused his eyelids to dip and his sight to blur.

The edge of his white-washed jeans had grown uncomfortably tight, though they were the loosest that he owned.

Talented fingers undid the brass button and unzipped him, choking out a hiss from his throat. He shimmied, with conscious attention to the heated eyes continuously observing his body, until the fabric was about his knees and the only thing that stood between his desire and Sasuke was the soft fabric of his pale blue boxers. The tent pitched by his erection pressed against the seam of the raven's mouth.

"Aah…" he shivered, a single tanned, the other still in its orange cast, was reaching for anything to maintain his sanity. Sable locks happened to be his closest source and so, with a suddenly tight grip that made the other boy glare at him for a moment, he held on for dear life.

The tip of his cock was beaded with pearly cum, jeweled and glimmering in a tempting fashion, as if to lull the raven further, though to any voyeur watching it was obvious that he was already enthralled. Protruding from a nest of rich golden curls, the heated flash of the smaller boy's body stool tall before onyx eyes. Sasuke lowered his mouth upon it, tongue flicking out like a snake's to take tastes and rip cries from a willing throat.

The searing heat engulfed him, inch by inch, taking him deeper and deeper. Fighting the urge to buck his hips, he bit down on his lip, hoping that the pain would be enough to steel his control and—nope. Not going to happen.

Uncontrollably, his passion raged, throwing his body into what might seem like convulsions. He couldn't halt the trembling on his part, the twitching that his lower half seemed to want to continuously partake in.

In Naruto's body, a white burning was soaring across his skin, causing his breath be hitched in his throat, causing his chest to rise and fall sporadically, causing his body to jerk at every swipe of heat across his most favored appendage, causing his hands to tear at anything and everything to keep himself grounded.

"S-Sasuke!" he cried out, back arching off the bed as he nearly felt his soul leave his body. Boneless, sated, breathless, he lay in the covers, trying to regain his bearings.

And suddenly, he was on his stomach, head still reeling from his abrupt release.

"Naruto… are you a virgin?" he whispered with intent, the tip of his finger stroking the velvety and tight muscles of the dobe's entrance. The whimper and shaking of the blonde's head made him a tad irritated as he registered that his future wife had already been taken by another.

"When was the last time…?"

"A-At least two months ago… I-I haven't let anyone s-since then…" the kit moaned softly into the satiny black pillowcase beneath his face. He had felt the heated displeasure rising in his bedmate, but it was miniscule in comparison to the overwhelming lustfulness he still felt coming from him.

"Let?" the raven clarified, continuing his finger's movement as he pressed feather-light kisses up and down the contours of the smaller boy's back.

"Jiraiya let's us," he gasped as that digit that had been teasing him moved to stroke his perineum, "c-choose who we want to be with. With the exception of a high bidder who has offered too much to be deterred…"

"How many times have you not had a say in it?"

"M-More than I've been able to choose…" his right hand clutching the bedding helplessly as his gasping continued from the onslaught of pleasure, the other one, still in a cast, lay unmoving on his other side, "S-Sasuke, please… don't leave me like this… I want… I-I need…"

Sasuke, for all of his passion towards the kit and all of his wanting to finally claim the blonde as his, was feeling quite petty. He didn't enjoy the fact that he know had the knowledge of his love (yes, love, as he'd already determined) being forcibly taken. He was sure that it wasn't under the pretense of rape, but the unwillingness he could practically taste in the way Naruto had confessed such information to him. Prostitution was not generally a desired occupation. Nonetheless, he chose to ignore said blonde's cries for him to just take him. He wanted to burn himself into the boy; to make sure that he would not be forgotten, he took his leisurely time marking every inch of caramel skin that could be reached with his mouth. Mark after mark, he found his patience ebbing, the continuous stroking of that lone finger becoming an impossible to ignore reminder of the fact that he was finally touching the boy that he'd been seeking for so long.

The Underworld prince had definitely prepared for this night. Nothing would be out of place.

Moving as little as possible, so as not to jostle the bed and its occupant in a daze, he reached for the lube he's asked the blushing man at customer service to bring to him. The snap of the cap sounded as loud as thunder in the dimmed room.

Coating his fingers thickly in the cold substance, he hesitated for only a moment before a single tapered digit delved into the tightness that he so sought after. Immediately, the boy beneath him hissed as a concoction of pain and pleasure swamped his system.

The preparation took little time, as the raven did not want to waste too much of his precious night stretching the little kit. If worse came to worse, their activity would do the rest that he'd been too impatient to be thorough about.

One moment, his manhood was residing outside in the comfortable air of the suite, the next, it was encased in the mind-numbing heat that did just that. Only the initial action of locking all of his muscles had prevented him from moving.

Naruto's cry as he felt his rear being entered was the only thing that registered over the heady desire and pleasure coursing through Sasuke's veins; he would have been alarmed, worried, about that sound if he didn't recognize it for what it truly was – an invitation to plunder as ruthlessly as he felt. The way the blonde's muscles clenched around his rod, the way his hips were slowly beginning to undulate against his pelvis, the way his breathing turned into a soft panting of need gave him permission. And when he did, all hell broke loose.

With little regard, he flipped the kit over onto his back and began thrusting roughly, moaning at the way those velvet walls clung to his penis. He knew he'd hit the boy's erogenous spot when those slim finger that had settled on his own back began clawing at him and sweet moans began to fill the air.

He couldn't stop his body from moving into the tight heat that was the younger boy. As before, the taste of his lover was addictive like a drug, to the finesse point where he was unable to stop kissing him. His mouth. His neck. His chest. The nails he felt on his back were painful, yes, but it was easily dismissed. The pleasure that coursed through his veins was far more overpowering.

The way the blonde's mouth, when not occupied by his own, caressed each syllable of his name between each breath and thrust spurred him on further.

"Sa—"

In. Out.

"—su—"

In. Out.

"—ke—"

In. Out.

With each gasping breath the smaller frame swallowed, his body would tighten before relaxing with the exhale.

Sasuke was no longer maintaining the rhythm he'd begun, his broken and erratic thrusts no longer the forefront of his mind. The blinding white fire was slowly spreading to the rest of his body and turning the world an alluring rainbow of colors. His hips snapped forward with as much strength as he could muster, body moving to follow the movement, and he felt the arms about his neck pull their bodies together even closer.

The friction between them had trapped the blonde's manhood causing his head to thrash about like a man being electrocuted, causing his previous eloquence to be reduced to simple moans and pants. Nothing else made sense to him except for the pleasure that Sasuke had created for him.

"Sasuke!...Shit, Sasuke." he called out, body throwing into spasms as the other boy's essence coated his insides.

Their movements refused to slow, mini orgasms riding their systems until both were too drained and overcome that not even the smallest muscle could be moved.

Pressing his face into the mess of blonde hair that crowned the kit's head, Sasuke found himself lulled to sleep by the scent and the warmth of the other body.

For Naruto, however, the unwillingness of the situation now set in. The raven was exuding such a blissfully satiated aura, he couldn't help but feel cold despite the fact that he was wrapped up in strong pale arms.

--U R Darkest's Pawn--

Ashina: Had to cut off here, but don't bitch. You got your sex. Leave me alone. I'm tired. (closes eyes for a moment)

Mirai: (eyes glint dangerously) Ne, Ashina-chan... (—MATURE CONTENT!—) Review!