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Chapter Fourteen: I Can't Believe It's Not Butter!
Sasuke watched carefully as Naruto pulled the yellow container from the fridge and set it on the table. He picked it up and lifted the lid, glaring at its contents.
Naruto set down two plates of spaghetti and meatballs and looked at his lover expectantly as he sat down in front of one of the plates.
The Uchiha sat down as well, placing the container across the table where it could not possibly touch him.
"It's just margarine, teme. It's not going to bite you."
"It's an artificially flavored petroleum byproduct and loaded with carbs." Sasuke snapped and picked up his fork and stabbed at his food.
Naruto looked down at his food and then back at Sasuke. "It looks like butter…" He said slowly as he opened the yellow container and scraped some of the margarine onto his knife.
Onyx eyes narrowed. "I'm not eating it, Naruto."
"It tastes like butter…" He grinned as he spread the butter on a slice of wheat bread. He looked at Sasuke challengingly and took a bite. After he swallowed he threw his arms in the air and shouted, "I can't believe it's not butter!"
Sasuke growled and shoveled some spaghetti into his mouth like a starving homeless man.
Naruto chuckled and leaned over, licking at the meat sauce on the corner of the raven's mouth.
Said man froze and glanced at Naruto who was smiling slyly. He quickly finished chewing and swallowed thickly. Silently, he picked up his plate and set it on the counter.
"Where are you going?" Naruto asked – more like whined.
"Bed,"
The blonde furrowed his eyebrows, but remained quiet and finished eating as fast as he could. After putting his plate in the dishwasher, he made his way to the bedroom. He opened the door to find the lights out and the bed empty. "Sas-AHHHH!" The next thing Naruto knew he was attacked from behind and pinned to the floor.
"Wear the damn sailor fuku!"
"Gawd, not this again! I'm not wearing it no matter how much you beg, pout, threaten, or a-ahhh…" Naruto's rant was cut off when a pale hand intruded his pants and gripped his limp member harshly.
Sasuke stroked Naruto's member till it was rock hard. "Naruto, put it on…"
"How many times are we going to go over this, teme? I'm not wearing it because it might get damaged!"
"No it won't. I'll throw it far away from the bed before we do it."
"Then what's the point of even putting it on?"
"Roleplay, of course. For a smart person, you're really dumb."
"Asshole! I'm not putting it-ah! Oh gawd…"
The Uchiha pumped his length slowly while kissing along the blond's neck, pausing to suck and nip in random areas.
Naruto moaned and began thrusting his hips into the fist, speeding up their movements.
Sasuke stopped him abruptly by holding Naruto's hips in place. "None of that, dobe. If you want release, you have to put on the sailor fuku."
The blonde looked at the old uniform that laid on the floor next them and then over his shoulder at Sasuke. He sighed and grabbed Sasuke's wrist, pulling the pale hand out of his pants. He rolled over onto his back and stared at the raven intensely. "Fine, do whatever you want to me, Uchiha. Or should I say 'Uchiha-sensei'?"
Sasuke felt that last remark shoot down to his groin. This was going to be hot.
After a bit of struggle, Naruto was dressed in the school uniform. However, due to it being made for girl, it fell short in quite a few places. The waistband wouldn't go any further down the blonde's torso so it rested right above his bellybutton. And the shirt's shoulder length was a bit too small as well. Either way, Sasuke liked what he saw lying on the bed before him.
It was Friday of the second week of Uchiha Itachi's turn as boss. The entire two weeks were uneventful, yet the same amount of work was achieved as when Sasuke was around. The older Uchiha noted this decided that there was no possible way to improve this desolate office and he was ready for the day to be over so he could hop on that plane back to Tokyo.
Neji Hyuuga raised his head as Gaara entered the room.
"Neji, I need a sticky note." The red head said bemusedly. He rolled up the sleeves of his light green shirt and waited patiently as the brunette dug through one of his drawers and soon pulled out a small pad of yellow post-it notes. He grabbed it greedily and took a pin too.
The Hyuuga watched as Gaara scribbled something down on the paper and peeled it off.
Gaara slapped the post-it onto the middle of his chest. The corners of his mouth twitched upwards as Neji narrowed his eyes and read the note.
"'Ask nicely and I probably will'?"
Gaara nodded and without saying anything else, he exited the office and quickly made his way to Shikamaru's.
"Look Nara, it's been as boring as that Yufi Tamadachi movie here at work and I can't take much more of it. I have an ass load of ideas for dares and we're using them today."
Shikamaru stared at the red head, the pen that was in his hand fell to the desk. After a long moment of silence, he smirked and said, "I like that Yufi Tamadachi movie, thank you very much."
Kisame exited the bathroom, but was immediately stopped by Rock Lee.
"May I inspect your hands, sir?" He said with a completely straight face.
The blue man raised an eyebrow. "I thought you guys weren't pulling this shit while Itachi was here…"
"Think of it as a going away party for the weasel." Kiba snickered. "We picked a good one for you if you're up to it."
Kisame grinned a sharp, toothy smile. Even though it was meant to be pleasant, it still frightened the two men. "What have you got for me?"
"Tear one future page out of a colleague's scheduler. You get one extra point date if it has any appointments on it." Kiba recited from what Gaara had told him.
The tall man nodded and scanned the office quickly. "I know someone that would flip if they lost information like that…" With that, Kisame walked away, leaving two smirking men at their cubicles.
The tall man walked towards the closed door of 'Itachi's' office, but paused when he looked through the opened door of the room next to it.
Naruto was slumped over his desk. And when I say slumped I mean head and arms hanging over one side while legs dangled over the other.
"You okay in there, punk?" Kisame called out to him, abandoning his mission for the moment. He couldn't understand the muffled reply the blonde gave him so he entered the room and stood before him. "Mind repeating that?"
Naruto's head turned to the side slightly. "Just tired…" 'And it hurts to sit…'
"Tell me, are you and Uchiha-shorty going out?"
The blonde's body stiffened. "W-who's 'Uchiha-shorty?'"
Kisame let out a hearty laugh. "That's what I call Itachi's little brother." He explained, but his tone suddenly became serious. "Are you?"
Naruto remained stiffly still and quiet. Finally, when he realized that Kisame wasn't going to leave without an answer, he sighed and raised an arm in the general direction of where he thought the door was. "Close it," he commanded. When he heard the door shut loudly, he let his arm dangle in front of him again.
"A long time ago, in the year of 1941, when a woman gave birth to a small child..."
Kisame growled. "Shut up! I didn't ask for your fucking life story! I just want to know if you're seeing him or not! Besides, there's no fucking way you were born in 1941!"
"Oh, well maybe it was 1986…I dunno…"
"Shut up and answer my question."
"How do you expect me to do both?"
Kisame growled deeply, it shook his entire body.
"Okay, okay…yes, I am. Happy?" Naruto hissed as he got off the desk with much difficulty. "And yes I know how dangerous it is, but I love Sasuke – I might not have last night 'cause he was a fucking kinky asshole – and I won't leave him no matter what."
The door suddenly opened quickly, hitting the wall behind it loudly. Itachi Uchiha stood there with a sinister smirk on his face. "What if I told you to leave him, Naruto?"
Blue eyes widened in horror. Naruto looked over at Kisame. "You set me up! You knew he would be listening!"
Kisame looked at him apologetically before turning his head to stare out the window.
"Naruto…I think you've caused Sasuke enough trouble…" the older Uchiha announced.
Sasuke lay stretched out on the couch, watching the clock tick by until it was almost time for Naruto to come home. For the past few days, he and Naruto have been doing nothing but having sex in the blonde's mother's dresses. And today would be the last day he was going to have to stay locked up in this apartment (of course he took walks and did some grocery shopping while Naruto was at work as well).
He sat up quickly when the door to the apartment opened slowly. He looked over at his lover with a devious smirk. "Hey, Naruto. I was thinking about the other night when you said you wanted to try topping again and I decided that…you…could…what's wrong?"
Naruto looked over at Sasuke and tried his best to hide his pained expression.
"Either you two break up or one of you loses their job…"
"Sasuke…we have to stop…"
Sasuke frowned and pushed himself up from the couch. He walked over to Naruto and tried to hug him, but the blonde shoved him away violently.
"No! No more!"
"Naruto…?"
"We can't anymore!" A lone tear slid down Naruto's cheek and hit the wooden floor. For some reason, it sounded awfully loud to him. He wondered if Sasuke heard it too.
Once again, Sasuke approached him, only to be pushed away again. "Stop that," he snapped.
"No, you stop!" Naruto hated yelling at Sasuke like this. He hated having to do this, period. But knowing the Uchiha, he would take the option of getting fired rather than lose Naruto. And honestly, he didn't want that. He wanted his job, and he also wanted Sasuke to keep his job. Even though they wouldn't be having an affair anymore, Naruto would still be able to see him at work. He could live with that. So this was the only way to break it off between them. To end it for good. All he had to do was act like he wasn't interested anymore. That's all, right…?
Sasuke growled and grasped onto Naruto's shoulder's roughly. "What is up with you all of a sudden?"
"I hate you!" Naruto cried.
Confusion washed over Sasuke's face, before a smirk dominated it. "Is this about the cross-dressing? If you wanted to stop, all you had to do was tell me, not go into some emotional rampage."
The blonde shook his head furiously from side to side. "No! No, that's not it at all! I hate you! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!"
Obsidian eyes widened and his grip on Naruto slackened tremendously. "Naruto…"
"I don't want anything to do with you anymore! No more!" He slid from the raven's hands and fell on his knees, trying to hold back his sobs. "Just go away, Sasuke…"
"…I…I don't understand…" Sasuke murmured as he gazed down at the shaking body in front of his feet. "You…we…"
Naruto's body stilled. "It was a mistake, Sasuke."
If possible, Sasuke's eyes widened even more.
"It was a mistake to get involved with you. I wish I never had…I wish I never…just go away…"
Itachi smirked and walked into the foyer of the house when he heard the front door slam. "Ah, Sasuke. You're finally hom-" he wasn't able to finish the sentence because Sasuke grabbed him by the front of his shirt and shoved him against a wooden table that was against the wall.
"You fucking bastard!" He slammed his fist into his older brother's face.
Kisame, who had been in the living room watching TV, ran in quickly and pulled Sasuke off of his business partner.
"Let me go, you gawd damn asshole! This fucker has screwed with my life long enough!"
"I didn't screw anything, Sasuke. You made the wrong decision. You're just lucky I'm your brother and gave you the easy way out."
Sasuke glared darkly at the man before him before bowing his head in what looked like a defeated manner to Kisame and Itachi.
Kisame furrowed his eyebrows. 'No, Uchiha-shorty! Fight for what you want!'
As if Sasuke heard Kisame's thoughts, he smirked. "Heh, you think I'm just going to give up like that? You're leaving tomorrow and the business will be under my control again. And on Monday, I'll be all over him once more, even in front of all the other employees. Naruto will be mine, along with Konoha Planning Department."
Itachi glowered at his little brother.