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Dove and Grenade

Written by Venerate

Chapter Eleven: Kiss with a Fist

Naruto woke up nine o'clock, finding himself in a great hurry. He couldn't remember the last time he was late for work. One would peg him for a morning-hater, and no one would really be surprised if he showed up late if they didn't know about Konohamaru. Konohamaru, who made it worth getting up. Konohamaru, who made it worth working.

If he wasn't late, Tsunade would throw in an unofficial bonus at payday. It was almost non-excitant, but it was there and Naruto needed it. He knew that he should work after school as well, but Tsunade didn't have any shifts for him, and he really didn't want to leave Konohamaru alone or at day care.

Now, not bothering to shower, he washed his face and emptied his bladder. He didn't bother to wake the other man. They hadn't gotten a lot of sleep, and Naruto figured that Sasuke often had troubles sleeping, since the jar of sleeping pills had been exchanged with a new one.

He sneaked out of the apartment, wearing the jeans from yesterday and a t-shirt that he stole from Sasuke. He popped a chewing gum in his mouth, not having had time to brush his teeth properly. He had left a note with some scribble saying that he was working.

When he came to the coffee shop, Kiba was already waiting. The brunet's eyes became wide as dinner plates, his jaw slacking at the sight of Naruto. He reached out, making the blond frown. Kiba grabbed a strand of hair, whispering harshly,

"Do you know that there's cum in your hair?"

Naruto flushed furiously, grabbing the strand Kiba had touched and trying to get the dried sperm away. There was no one in the coffee shop yet, since it didn't open in another five minutes, but Tsunade was in her office, preparing for another day of drinking.

"Did you and lover boy have fun?" Kiba asked, grabbing another strand. Naruto snarled something incoherent, obviously not comfortable with the subject. He did let Kiba aid him in the search for semen in his hair, however, trying to get it out the least painful way. "Hey, Naru, what was up with Neji and lover boy?"

"Don't call him that," Naruto said with a chuckle. He could imagine Sasuke's reaction if he heard Kiba call him that – it wouldn't be pretty. Sasuke seemed rather pompous, and arrogant people didn't often react well to degrading nicknames. "But I don't know. I don't think we're close enough for talking about such things. It seemed pretty serious."

"But you're close enough to jizz in each other's faces?"

"Kiba!" Naruto gave the brunet a rough shove.

"Ow!" The taller man pouted.

Naruto started preparing a cup of coffee for himself, just to see if the machine was okay and running. "Yeah, well, you deserved it."

"Is that what lover boy told you before he came on your face?"

"You're so dead, dog boy!"

Sasuke woke up alone, around noon. He took a shower and made himself ready for the day, wondering if Naruto was hiding in his kitchen, raiding his fridge. He wasn't very pleased to see the note on his kitchen table.

Naruto seemed like a busy person, Sasuke thought as he prepared some tea. Busier than his friends, who seemed to take everything in a whole other tempo, living day by day like all college students should. Sasuke guessed that Naruto just had a busy social life, trying to work and study as he balanced meeting up with friends.

Sasuke had never really had that problem, since his parents had paid for his education. He had never been a social being either, so he had only focused on studying when he went to university in Otogakure. That was where he met his three only friends.

Karin had been his partner in the mandatory chemistry lessons, and Suigetsu had been her annoying roommate. Juugo was in the same class as him, and they were simply dragged to each other, both quiet and not from town.

Perhaps he could spend the day with one of them. He sighed, thinking that it would become terribly awkward if he was the one demanding company. Suigetsu always forced himself upon his friends, making it less awkward since Sasuke had an image of uncaring and aloof to uphold. Karin just seemed to know when he wanted company, and Juugo just tagged along.

He would rather spend the day with Naruto. Take the blond out fishing in the lake just outside Konoha. Take the blond to the local art gallery. Take the blond, right here in the kitchen, for a nice fuck.

He guessed that he would have to wait until this evening. He wondered if Naruto knew what he was doing. He had simply asked out of curiosity, not really expecting a yes. They had been on three official dates, he had met Naruto's friends, they spent three nights together, slept with each other once and he had received two blow jobs.

In Sasuke's books, they could just as well be married.

He had never been so close to someone who he wished to bed before. It was a new record, and now he was introducing Naruto to his parents. There were two possible outcomes of this, Sasuke calculated. Either his parents would love Naruto to bits for all the good things that their son saw. Or they would hate him for all the things Sasuke loved.

Sasuke loved that Naruto was different. Strange, because he made Sasuke feel something so warm and pure that he felt reborn. Naruto was different because he looked so foreign, because he was a little dumb and because he wanted to become a nurse. He was so different from what Sasuke was used to, and he welcomed it with open arms.

He almost hoped that Naruto would wear a coffee-stained, orange t-shirt and jeans tonight. On a second thought, he almost hoped that Naruto would refuse to go this evening. He wanted the blond all to himself, afraid that his parents would scare the younger man away. He wasn't sure that he wanted Naruto to meet his parents.

Or worse, the devil himself.

Sasuke decided to take Itachi's car and pick Naruto up after work, so that the blond wouldn't have to take the bus. When he had parked and reached the coffee shop, he was greeted warmly by the brown-haired Inuzuka.

"What's up, man?" Kiba patted him on the back. They were about the same height and had almost the same body type with toned muscles; only that Kiba seemed a little wilder in his body language. "Your Naru-baby is by the counter with Ino."

Then Kiba nodded his goodbye, disappearing to take the orders of a group of women. Sasuke found Naruto by the counter, together with the Sarutobi-child and a blonde female that he had met once before. She was Nara's girlfriend, he noted. The one that took care of Konohamaru, since she and her boyfriend were his Godparents.

Ino turned when she noticed that the ten-year-old and Naruto were looking up at someone behind her. "Hello there, Sasuke-kun," she said with a smile. "Yamanaka Ino, remember? I'm Shikamaru's girlfriend!"

"I remember," Sasuke confirmed with a bow. Ino blushed and bowed as well, almost forgetting herself. Konohamaru, who was sitting on the counter, tilted his head when Sasuke's dark eyes fell on him. It was obvious that the brat didn't think fondly of him, but the feeling was mutual. Perhaps because he was used to such people like Kiba, Ino and Sakura. Nice, smiling people with a lot of voice.

"I'm done in a minute," Naruto said. He then turned to the child, hugging the brown-haired boy tightly. Konohamaru flushed as bad as his Godmother had done, apparently not wanting to be hugged in a public place like this. After a childish fight, the Sarutobi surrendered and hugged back. "I'll see you later, okay?"

"After school, can we get a frame tomorrow?" The boy jumped off the counter, still sending Sasuke curious glances. The Uchiha was uncertain if that was a good or a bad thing.

"Of course we can. And paint. Now, go with Ino!" Naruto made a motion as if shooing away the boy, making Konohamaru laugh and run away. Ino rolled her eyes, but followed the ten-year-old before he could disappear. Naruto leaned over the counter, puckering his lips and giving the Uchiha a mock-expecting look.

Sasuke smirked, pressing his lips against Naruto's. For a second, Sasuke was close to push the blond down on the counter and kiss him senseless, but they were disturbed by Kiba's immature giggles. Sasuke looked at the brown-haired man, barely listening as Naruto told him that he was just going to get his bag.

"Listen, pal…" Kiba leaned against the counter, looking rather serious for a second. "If you fuck this up, whatever you guys have – be it fucking each other's faces or eating pasta from the same plate – I'll fucking kill you."

The young Uchiha almost flinched at the crude language. He had no doubts that Kiba wouldn't follow through, but Sasuke could hold his own more than well. If not with his fists, then with one of the firearms placed randomly in his apartment. "I'll make sure to remember that," he assured the brunet.

"Okay, let's get going!" Naruto grabbed Sasuke's arm, smiling widely. "Bye, bye, dog-breath."

"Goodbye, bunny."

Naruto grimaced, sticking out his tongue at the taller man before being ushered out of the noisy café by his date. Once they were outside, heading to the car, Sasuke removed his hand from his pocket, silently offering his hand to the blond. Naruto accepted it happily.

"Y'know what? I think Kiba likes you."

Once they reached Naruto's house, they made it to the living room before attacking each other.

Naruto avoided touching the other with his dirty hands, but their kissing was loud and Sasuke didn't back off. He was dressed so nicely, in suit and with his hair flawlessly spiked in the back. Naruto wanted to roam his hands over the suit, touching the expensive material and feel Sasuke's muscles rippling under it.

He refrained from doing so, pulling away from the other. "Make yourself at home. I'll be done in a sec."

The blond then disappeared into the bathroom, where he got in the shower and started struggling with his cum-stained hair. He wouldn't tell Sasuke about the incident with Kiba this morning, instead fighting the rare strands that were stuck together. He was, however, pretty sure that everyone and their mother would know it as soon as Kiba got off his shift.

When he was done, he attempted to tame his hair. He failed miserably, even though the brush had gone through his hair at least a hundred times. It stood in every direction, coloured as the sun with strands of sunrays as well. It would just have to be that way, he guessed.

After getting dressed in appropriate – way too dark – clothing, Naruto leaned against the doorframe to the kitchen. Sasuke had opened a newspaper, his thin lips moving as he solved a crossword. Naruto grinned, chuckling at the little display of humanity. Sasuke looked up, checking Naruto out with those dark eyes of his.

"You look almost as great as you did in those riding breeches."

"I feel like I'm going to a funeral," Naruto confessed. "C'mon, let's go. You can bring the crossword if you want."

Sasuke sent him a glare, putting the newspaper on the pile where he had taken it. He walked past Naruto, a smirk in place. "C'mon, Naruto."

The blond hurriedly followed, locking the front door speedily as Sasuke got in the car. When they were both seated, Naruto looked at the clock. "Are we going to be late?"

"No."

The car ride to the other side of Konoha took an hour if you followed the speed limit. Sasuke didn't.

Naruto was almost afraid of taking of his belt when Sasuke finally parked within the gates of the Uchiha Compound, forty minutes later. He waited until Sasuke had taken out the keys, breathing out discreetly. He didn't want Sasuke to think that he was a wuss. He really wasn't a sissy either, but there was just something in his mind that said that it wasn't particularly smart to run three red lights in a row.

He almost flinched when the door was opened for him, a pale hand offering its services. Naruto smiled, and Sasuke leaned down to see if his date was okay. "You drove fast," Naruto muttered. The young Uchiha shrugged with a knowing smirk.

Naruto finally got out of the car, feeling the queasiness leave his body when he felt gravel under his feet. Sasuke, assuming that it was just nerves showing, put a supportive hand on the small of the blond's back, leading him to the big, traditional house. Naruto was unsure if it was a comforting gesture or if it bothered him. He could feel how big Sasuke's hand was compared to his own – they had vastly different body figures. Naruto knew that he was smaller in general, but it wasn't a flattering thought.

They were greeted before they had even reached the front door, by the beautiful woman that had been on the picture in Sasuke's living room. Uchiha Mikoto. Naruto was just about to bow when she grabbed him by the hands and smiled warmly. He blinked in surprise, but smiled brightly in response.

"I've waited for Sasuke to finally accept someone into his life," she said with a strong voice. "Welcome to the family, Naruto-kun."

"Wow, eh… Thank you!" Naruto grinned, looking the woman over. She wore a navy blue cocktail dress, her long hair brushed into a perfect silk curtain. Her lips were painted red, but her make-up was sparse. He was a bit unused to parents that looked like movie stars. The ones he met at the parent-teacher meetings were far from this glamorous. "You're so beautiful."

The woman's red lips formed a dazzling smile. Naruto pretended not to notice the appreciative look she sent her son before ushering her guests into the house. As they took their shoes and jackets off, Sasuke's hand still on the small of his back, the most terrifying man Naruto had ever seen made his presence known.

"Welcome, Uzumaki Naruto."

The man had the same body type as Sasuke, about the same height and with muscles hidden under those clothes. A stern look was on his face, his eyes narrow and dark. The man made no attempt to take his hands, instead expecting the traditional way of greeting each other to take place.

Naruto bowed, noticing in the corner of his eye that Sasuke bowed deeply as well. It appeared that this man was as powerful as he looked. "Thank you, Uchiha-san." He offered a nice smile, which earned him a nod in reply.

"My name is Uchiha Fugaku. Let me introduce my pride and joy. Come here, boy." The man gestured for Naruto to come with him, putting a strong hand on his shoulder as he led him into a pristine kitchen. In there, sat a young mix of Fugaku and Sasuke. This was the man Sasuke had been talking about. Itachi, the demon.

Next to him sat a young woman, her hair a dark blue. Her eyes were sharp and a beautiful flower was put in the shoulder-long hair. Her smile wasn't as warm as Mikoto's.

The man stood up with his girlfriend, his narrow eyes surrounded by thick eyelashes. He was beautiful rather than handsome, more feminine than Sasuke. He had a long ponytail, Naruto noticed, and his body was slimmer and shorter than Fugaku's and Sasuke's.

"Uchiha Itachi. A pleasure to meet you, Naruto-kun." Itachi's hand was cold as he took Naruto's in his, pressing his pale lips against tanned knuckles. "We've heard so much about you."

Liar, Naruto thought. He smiled when he felt Sasuke and his mother appear behind them. "The pleasure is mine," he murmured. It wasn't much of a pleasure. In fact, Itachi was a bit scary. This entire situation was the young Uchiha's fault. Had Itachi not opened his mouth to mock his brother, Mikoto wouldn't have sent her youngest son to invite him.

"I'm glad that my little brother found someone that is able to match his good looks."

Even if it was said with a voice so monotone, Naruto smiled when he noticed the glimmering amusement in those almond-shaped eyes. He could almost sense Sasuke annoyance as the taller Uchiha stood next to him, his posture proud as if he was expecting someone to push him down.

Naruto took his hand, squeezing it reassuringly. He wondered idly if his lover was more nervous than he was. When he saw that Mikoto was looking at their entwined fingers, she put her hands on Sasuke's broad shoulders, as if she too wanted to comfort him.

"I'm glad that you could make it here. Come and have a drink in the sitting room with Fugaku and me. Konan and Itachi wanted to make the food. How lovely isn't that?"

Mikoto gestured for her son and Naruto to go ahead. When they entered the simple and modern sitting room, Sasuke leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Itachi and Konan are tired of foreign food. Mother has some crazy idea that Japanese isn't good enough."

Naruto chuckled, sitting down next to Sasuke in the sand-coloured leather sofa. Fugaku sat in the matching armchair, his eyes never leaving Naruto.

"I heard that you work at Tsunade's café in the weekends?"

Naruto felt Sasuke tense up slightly, but ignored it. "Yeah. College doesn't pay itself." He chuckled, trying to ease the man up. Naruto was used to have anyone developing some sort of attachment to him, be it friendly or familiar.

"I like that," Fugaku said loudly, almost as if he tried to convince himself. "It builds character."

Naruto grinned, glad that he had done something right. "What do you do for a living, Uchiha-san?"

Fugaku looked up as his wife entered with a tray of alcoholic drinks. She sat down next to Naruto in the sofa, handing him a fruity-looking drink. "I'm in charge of the family business since my uncle retired," Fugaku said slowly. Naruto thought that everything was going very well, until the man started speaking again. "What are you studying to become, Naruto-kun?"

The blond offered a sheepish smile. "A…A nurse, sir."

Fugaku looked thrown off for a second, huffing as if he was alone in the room. "I guess that it's acceptable for someone of your kind."

Naruto blinked. "My kind, sir?"

"You and Sasuke. Homosexuals or what term you prefer."

The blond couldn't find any suitable words to respond, so he wisely shut up. Had it been anyone else, Naruto would have cursed and said something stupid, but this wasn't 'anyone else'. This was Sasuke's father. Sasuke loved this man; Sasuke cared of this man's opinion.

Sasuke looked away, ashamed of his father's homophobic-line of thinking. Naruto was, for once in his life, quiet. Mikoto was the one to break through the thick layer of ice, saying in a kind voice, "I wanted to become a nurse, too, once. In fact, I was studying to become a nurse when Fugaku and I met. Isn't that funny?"

Naruto chuckled, earning a smile from Mikoto. The woman continued, determined to tear the tension into tiny bits before dinner.

"We got married in Europe, six weeks later. How long have you known each other, Naruto-kun?"

If that wasn't a hint, Naruto didn't know what it was. He struggled with the words, "A few weeks. Three or four, maybe?"

"Hm," Sasuke agreed.

Naruto closed his eyes, hissing when he felt Sasuke's lips kissing the back of his neck leisurely. He tilted his head to the side, giving the man behind him more room. Sasuke's big, calloused hands were on his shoulders, radiating warmth. Naruto flattened his hands on the granite counter, loving how the stone surface chilled his palms.

The youngest Uchiha's hands wandered, down over lanky arms. It wasn't as sexual as one would have thought, more a comforting gesture. Naruto's chest burned uncomfortably, melancholy washing over him in rhythmic waves.

They were still in the Uchiha Compound, in Mikoto's kitchen, standing in silence as the others were still in the dining room. Naruto didn't know if he would be able to stay for dessert. He wasn't sure that he would be able to eat anything after having thrown up so forcefully.

Thankfully, when Naruto had gotten out of the bathroom, Sasuke had been waiting there. He wore an expressionless face, not indicating that he had heard Naruto puking. The blond had, before exiting, washed his face and his mouth. Artificial strawberry was slowly exchanging the taste of digested food.

Sasuke didn't seem bothered by the sweet smell mixed with his questionable breath. Naruto was careful to breathe through his nose, not wanting the man he was falling in love with to feel his stinking breath. He leaned back against Sasuke's hard chest, not wanting to think of Fugaku's words.

Dinner had been so good, so perfect. Mikoto had been so kind and Fugaku had been bragging about his oldest son all night. Konan had been quiet, coming with inputs on Itachi's greatness once in a while. Mikoto made sure to compliment all around the table, mostly Naruto and Sasuke. Naruto had managed to keep Fugaku in a good mood, until the question about his family came up.

Ruthlessly, Fugaku had spoken as if the blond was tainted. "You're an orphan? I've never met something left for society to take care off before."

Naruto sobbed quietly, but no tears came. It wasn't often he was met with that attitude. Once in a while, when the social workers called to check up on him. Once in a while, when the social workers showed up to once again question his rights. They didn't want him, having been taken care of those social workers as young, to take care of another person.

Sasuke breathed against his skin, still placing kisses over bronze-coloured skin. "Let's go home."

Naruto nodded, but he had no idea where home was.

Home was Sasuke's apartment.

Naruto didn't mind, knowing that Konohamaru was taken care of by Ino tonight. She would feed him, put him to bed and drive him to school tomorrow. It made him relax.

This time, there were no blowjobs in the corridor. The orange-haired, muscular man from Sasuke's work was there, looking as if he was heading out. Juugo looked at them both in silence, waiting for someone else to speak. He accepted the car key as Sasuke handed it to him.

"We need to stop by Konoha College before work," Sasuke murmured as he dug out his keys from his jacket.

The muscular man nodded, clearly not bothered by that fact. The blond offered a tired smile, but Juugo didn't look offended.

"Nice to meet you again, Naruto-kun."

Sasuke opened the door, nodding for Naruto to get inside. Once Naruto was inside, Sasuke turned to Juugo. "Goodnight." Then he closed the door abruptly. He diverted his attention to Naruto. He seemed ashamed over his father's behaviour, in need to make up for it. Sasuke leaned in for a kiss, but Naruto looked away.

"I have a lot to study," Naruto said out of nowhere as he thought of the pile of homework on the coffee table at home. He didn't want to think of the older Uchiha and his scorching words.

"You can study tomorrow," Sasuke murmured. He put his hands on Naruto's hips. "Now, you're showering with me."

Shower was more than pleasant. Naruto was pushed up against the wall, water running over his naked body, as Sasuke drained him on energy. His long legs were wrapped around the Uchiha's pale hips, keeping him up in the air as his lover thrust in and out. In and out.

Naruto bounced up and down on the cock, his back avoiding friction burns as the water made the wall slick. His eyes were clenched closed and his lips were parted. Sasuke's big hands were on his ass, helping to push him up and down.

"Nngh…Sas-Sasuk-Sasuke…"

Naruto clawed on the pale back, his blunt nails probably leaving pink marks. The feeling was great. Someone wanted to make him feel good. Someone wanted him to feel pleasure. Someone that thought that he was sexy.

Someone. Sasuke.

To Be Continued

Author's note: Hello, hello, hello! What is up with no one reviewing when I can obviously see that you're favouring and alerting? :O

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