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Summary: COMPLETE. In which Naruto and Sasuke go to a wedding, drink a lot of champagne, and talk. SNS, modern AU, oneshot.

A/N: Hello! I made it! With the way things went this month for a little while, I was pretty worried I wouldn't! It's a bit of a shorter one, but the dialogue just wouldn't leave my head - I hope you all like it :)

Impossible

"Alright, alright, alright," Sasuke said, wrangling Naruto's drunken body over to the bench before they both fell over. Not that Sasuke was much better off—with the constant toasts and speeches and bottomless champagne, Sasuke was—well, Sasuke was—

"Wah!" Naruto yelped, tumbling them both to the bench. Sasuke laughed and saved the champagne but not his pride, falling back on the bench with splayed out with Naruto on top of him.

"Saved them!" Naruto yelled, swinging the glasses in the air above them. "Saved the—sorry, sorry—"

Sasuke snorted and kicked at him as he sat up, and Naruto laughed and kicked right back. The air felt cool and clear in comparison to the sweating crowd inside, and Naruto fanned himself with his shirt, breathing out.

"Jeez," he said, "I'm drunker than I thought."

"It's an easy mistake to make," Sasuke said, nudging the bottle between his legs. "You're just as stupid sober."

"Oookay, fuckface, you're lucky you've got the alcohol right now—"

"Or what? What would you do?"

"Lock you out," Naruto said, grinning. "Only got oneee keeeyy, mister—"

Sasuke grabbed his face.

"You were going to do that anyway and you know it."

Naruto's smile squished into his fingers.

"Maybe," he said, with the face of a man that was absolutely saying yes.

"Pass up a chance to torture me? I'm at a tropical themed wedding with a dress code."

"It's not that bad! Fucker, you're having fun. Look at me and tell me you're not having fun."

Damn it. Sasuke couldn't even keep a straight face.

"...Shut up," he said, and Naruto cackled in victory.

"Knew it. Fuckin' knew it. Good enough to make up for everybody thinking we were dating?"

Sasuke paused, midway through twisting the cork.

"Was I supposed to correct that assumption? I thought I was getting you out of questions."

"Getting me out of—I could've pretended we were dating?!"

Sasuke nodded.

Naruto stared at him.

"Oh, you've gotta be fucking kidding me," he groaned, reeling back. "All those—fuck. I thought that you—oh my god."

"What was the point of bringing me if you didn't—"

"Uh, 'cause I like you, fuckface?! Gimmie the—gimmie the champagne—"

"I absolutely will not, stay there. Watch your head, move back, moron—"

"Okay, okay, okay, okay—"

Sasuke popped the cork out, and Naruto frantically moved the cups under the foam before it spilled everywhere—and it did, all over the pavement, but Naruto laughed and did what he could.

"S'best I can do. Here."

Naruto passed him his glass and Sasuke set the bottle down beside him. He tapped his glass to Naruto's almost automatically, after how many times they'd done it tonight, feeling the bubbles on his tongue as he took a sip…

Naruto sighed and leaned back.

"Can't believe I could've gotten outta that shit," he said, raising the glass to his lips again.

Sasuke looked over at him.

"Out of what shit?"

"The—y'know how people get. At like a wedding, if you're single, the whole—'aw, nobody yet? Don't worry, they're out there!' Like, no they're fucking not—"

Sasuke paused.

Naruto looked up.

"Sorry," he said, holding his glass with both hands. "I dunno what I'm saying. I should probably stop drinking or something."

"No, no, no, go on," Sasuke said, leaning back. "I don't think I've ever heard you so bitter. This is refreshing."

"Shut the fuck up, Sasuke," Naruto said, but his smile was back, and Sasuke returned it as he took another sip.

"Here," he said, shaking his head to get the hair out of his face, "I'll get you started. Love is fake. It's impossible. It's a search for something that doesn't exist, because no one is ever going to look at you the way you look at them, least of all the one person in the world you choose to be yours. Not to mention that fifty percent of marriages end in divor—"

"Shhh, fuck, Sasuke," Naruto laughed, "you wanna lower the volume on that last one? We're at a goddamn wedding."

"Oh, my apologies," Sasuke said, "where are my manners. The bride is up on a table right now."

Naruto laughed, nudging closer so he could get Sasuke's angle through the window.

"She's allowed to be," he said. "You don't wanna be in love?"

Sasuke breathed out.

"When it works, I'm sure it's amazing," he took a drink, leaning back again, "but it doesn't work."

"It could work," Naruto argued. "It could—don't you think it could work?"

Sasuke smiled against his glass.

"And there he is," he said, putting it down. "Welcome back, you optimistic fuck."

Naruto coughed out a laugh and slapped his arm. Sasuke rocked back to avoid the hit, but didn't quite managed to dodge, nearly spilling his glass on the way—

"I'm not a—come on," Naruto said, and Sasuke sat back up. "I just—I just wanna feel it. Even if it's only once. My exes are great but they never really loved me. Not the way everybody says it...I dunno. Maybe it doesn't exist."

Sasuke smacked the back of his head.

"Ow! Assh—"

"They didn't love you because they're fucking morons. Anyone with a brain would be head over heels.

Naruto laughed.

"Anyone with a brain?" he repeated. "Where does that leave you? Are you love with me or are you finally gonna admit that you're just as much of a dumbass as—"

Sasuke shoved him away.

"Ahh! C'mon!" Naruto yelped, waving his now-empty glass in the air. "Damn it, I got my crotch all wet—"

Sasuke snorted out a laugh. Naruto frantically patted at himself.

"Use my jacket," Sasuke said, tossing it to him. "I need to clean it anyway. Or I can tell the crowd something sordid if you'd like."

"Sasuke!" Naruto laughed. "There're kids here, you perv."

"At one in the morning?" Sasuke asked. "Surely not."

"C'mon, you had the cake. With that much sugar?"

"Ugh," Sasuke said. "That was—"

"Amazing," Naruto said, grinning—

"Disgusting," Sasuke corrected him.

Naruto laughed again.

"Okay, yeah, whatever," Naruto said, rolling his eyes. "Your wedding cake's gonna be a bucket of dirt or something, obviously."

"A bucket of dirt?" Sasuke asked, incredulous. "Is that what you think of me? I eat dirt?"

"No, I—"

"I'm a worm," Sasuke muttered. "My best friend thinks I'm a worm."

"You're not! I couldn't—I'm drunk, come on. Gimmie more champagne."

"Can't see the harm in this," Sasuke said, obeying easily as Naruto laughed.
Why is my wedding cake a bucket of dirt?"

"'Cause you hate sweet stuff."

Sasuke pulled the bottle back, feeling the smile on his face.

"Not a bucket of ramen?"

Naruto choked on his champagne.

"Can you do that?!"

Sasuke started laughing.

"Hm, Naruto Uzumaki's ideal wedding," he started, staring into Naruto's glittering blue eyes. "Catered by Ichiraku's. Orange suit. Orange flowers. Everybody gets a stupid little frog statue as their gift."

Naruto's gaping smile slowly widened.

"Fuck you," Naruto said, and Sasuke knew he was right. "That sounds amazing."

"Of course it does," Sasuke said. "You're very predictable."

"Yeah?!"

"Yeah."

"Okay, asshole, bet you wouldn't want a wedding at all!"

Sasuke looked back at him.

"And if you did, it'd be a private little thing with barely any people outside by the—no, you know what? You'd get married on the dock in the park beside your house. That one on the lake where you'd sit after school. And the ceremony would be short and you'd have super spicy food and that matcha red bean thing as your cake and then everybody would have to leave so you could have your private little moment at night. Did I get it or did I get it?"

...

Sasuke looked away. Out on the lake near his parents' house—on the dock he always used to sit. An arch would fit there, he thought. Quite easily. With lights on the water and quiet all around them, the sound of the rustling leaves, the gentle flow of the water, with the sun falling and everyone gone, Sasuke would sit on the dock and turn to—

"You got it."

No one.

No one at all.

"Yeah, thought so," Naruto laughed, nudging into him. "...How much d'you think it would take to convince Ichiraku's to cater?"

Sasuke coughed out a laugh.

"More than you have, moron."

"Damn," Naruto said, "now you've got me going. I'm gonna get married as an excuse. Just start asking random people. Hey, Sasuke, wanna marry me?"

Sasuke coughed into his champagne, and Naruto laughed at him.

"Moron—"

"C'mon, c'mon, here me out—" Naruto said, splaying his arm out over Sasuke, "our lives wouldn't change at all—we already live together, we hang out all the time, I get you some sweet black ring or something—"

"Mm, with only the small side effect of significantly impeding your efforts to find the real thing," Sasuke said. "When you wake up tomorrow you'll think this was insane."

"I won't! I'm already gonna spend my life with you anyway, what's the difference?"

"Well, historically," Sasuke said, refilling his glass, "a tendency to want to fuck."

Naruto choked.

"Sasuke!" he coughed out. "You—"

"What? You proposing marriage is to be totally expected, but when I mention the consummation of it all—"

"Fucking, hold on, hang on, I can't—oh man, oh, that got me," Naruto said, holding his stomach. "Fuck, gimmie a minute. Gimmie a—"

Naruto doubled over in his laughter, and Sasuke reached over and plucked the glass from his hands before he had another spill. It took Naruto another good few moments to catch his breath, and Sasuke felt the smile on his face as he sat up again—

"Oh man," he breathed out. "This is exactly why I made you come here. This is so much more fun than it'd be alone."

Sasuke huffed out a laugh.

"Well," he said, "thank your terrible taste for me."

Naruto slapped his arm with the back of his hand.

"A tendency to want to fuck," he repeated, laughing to himself. "It's not like that's needed, though, there's plenty of people that just wanna spend their lives together."

"Mm, but that wouldn't have had you crying in your laughter," Sasuke pointed out. "What did you mean you were going to spend your life with me?"

"I mean you're gonna have a hell of a fuckin' time if you try to ditch me," Naruto said, pulling one of his feet up on the bench. "Can't get rid of me now."

"Never could," Sasuke said, solemnly shaking his head. Naruto laughed and reached for his glass again.

"But I mean—I guess—I dunno. It'd be so easy if we were in love, wouldn't it?"

Sasuke breathed out and leaned back, letting the haze of alcohol lessen the blow.

"Would it?" he asked, raising his glass back to his lips. "I think I've made my feelings on the whole thing rather clear."

"You—no, I mean like, real love. Like—work with me, just pretend you're not outta my league for like five seconds," Naruto laughed, and Sasuke stared at him. "Wouldn't it be—"

"Out of your league?" he asked, incredulous. "Have you seen yourself recently?"

Naruto ducked his head in a laugh—

"You don't gotta be nice to me, Sasuke, I don't mean it in like a—"

"And all the people asking for your partners were doing what—making small talk? Not blatantly checking for availability?"

"That was for wedding reasons! They weren't hitting on me—"

"Naruto. I was there." Sasuke lifted the drink to his lips. "They were."

"I—uh. I—really?"

"Mhm," Sasuke hummed, keeping his glass high. "You can go back in, if you'd like. I'll…"

"Hey, hey, fucker, what did I just say about getting rid of me?! We're not—you're avoiding the question. That's what you're—okay. Just—humour me. Okay? Tell me I'm not crazy here."

Sasuke looked back at him.

"Um," Naruto said, looking away, "isn't it—just, when I think about it—of everybody I've ever met, I think you'd—y'know. If I could pick anyone to be with…"

Naruto shrugged a little, looking down at the glass in his hands. And Sasuke…

Sasuke just tried to breathe.

"Ask me again when you're not wasted out of your mind," he muttered softly, "and maybe I'd consider the offer."

Naruto squinted at him.

Sasuke continued to drink.

"Are you just saying that 'cause you're wasted out of your mind?"

Sasuke downed his glass.

"More champagne?" he asked, immediately going for the bottle. And Naruto recognized the diversion as what it was, he knew it from the way he continued to stare, but—

"...Nah," Naruto said. "Think I'm good. Wanna head back to the hotel?"

Sasuke swallowed.

"Sure."

True to form, Naruto locked him out. He giggled as Sasuke groaned, but folded almost immediately, swinging the door back open to let Sasuke shove him into the wall.

"Fucker," Sasuke told him, but he was laughing, and so was Naruto.

Sasuke stumbled down the small hall that led to their room, falling back on the bed with a sigh. A room with a king size bed had been cheaper than the two doubles—and saving money had seemed like the obvious choice at the time. It's not as if it was the first time Sasuke and Naruto had shared a bed, and it certainly wouldn't be the last—and Sasuke was far too tired to care, now. Dizzy, too. He was surprised, though, that Naruto hadn't collapsed beside him.

"Moron," he grumbled, forcing his eyes open, "where even are you?"

"Bathroom!" he called, peering out. "The—oh my god, Sasuke, at least take your shoes off, come on—"

Sasuke laughed and sat up, but Naruto beat him to it. He knelt down at the edge of the bed, lifting Sasuke's foot up so he could loosen the laces. Sasuke smiled, looking down at the stupid idiot. Like he deserved something like this…

"You're such a moron," he said softly, pushing some of Naruto's hair back, "you know that?"

Naruto looked up, his hands pausing. His eyes were clear and brilliant, that shade of blue that always changed in the light. And now, with the lights so dim, they almost flickered in his eyes...Sasuke felt…

Naruto breathed in and looked down again.

"Yeah," he said, laughing a little, "yeah, asshole. I'll—I'll put your shoes by the door."

"Only one of us has left the house without shoes before," Sasuke mumbled, rolling over. He heard Naruto's soft laugh—distant, now.

"Dickhead," he shot back, but it was soft. "Um. I'm gonna take a shower. To clear my head."

Sasuke stuffed his face into the pillow.

"Don't clear it too much," he mumbled back, but there was no answer.

Sasuke fell asleep before he heard the shower even turn on.

Morning hit him like a truck.

He breathed in, rolling his heavy, tired body, putting his hand over his eyes as his phone alarm blared away—

"Ugh," Naruto groaned, and Sasuke was in so, so much agreement. "Fifty bucks for you to turn that off?"

"Deal," Sasuke sighed, because one of them had to deal with that fucking thing. And it couldn't be Naruto, Sasuke knew he'd roll back over and close his eyes again and probably come far too close and Sasuke certainly wouldn't have the restraint to tear him from that warmth—

"Painkillers," Sasuke whispered, taking his dry and tossing the bottle on the bed. "I'll...I'll get us water, hang on."

He shoved himself out of the bed and massaged his forehead on his way to the bathroom. He heard Naruto breathe in behind him—probably just the light. It had been a fun night—worth it, surely, but he was definitely paying for it. With more sleep he probably would have been alright, but they had to check out of the hotel in an hour, so...

Sasuke finished a glass and filled them both up again, opening the door with his back. Naruto was awake, at least. He was sitting up, knees to his chest, looking down at the sheets—Sasuke passed him a glass and Naruto's head snapped up—

"You alright?" he asked, because Naruto's eyes were wide, and a little bit panicked.

"Yeah," Naruto said, high-pitched and automatic, "yeah, 'course, I'm just—uh. I'm just—can you give me a minute?"

Sasuke sat down on the bed.

"Sure," he said softly, unsettled. Naruto seemed—well, not necessarily upset, but...panicked. Reeling from something. From yesterday? From…

"Is this about the marriage thing?" Sasuke asked. "Naruto, I know that was a joke."

"No, it's—no, I—" Naruto breathed out. "It's—fuck. We gotta check out, don't we? I'll start packing, it's okay—"

"I'll pay for another night. I don't care. What's going on?"

Naruto stared at him.

"...Crap," he whispered, looking away.

The alarm bells in Sasuke's head rang a little louder.

"Was it...something about yesterday?" Sasuke asked, prodding. Just trying—

"I—yeah. But no, now that I—not just—fuck. I'm sorry, this—I shouldn't get you involved in this, I'll figure it—"

"No," Sasuke said. "No. You're not doing this on your own. We don't do that anymore. Remember?"

Naruto's inhale hitched.

"So talk to me, moron," Sasuke finished, soft and quiet. A little bit tentative. It wasn't the first time he'd comforted Naruto but he never thought himself any good at it, no matter how many times Naruto told him he was—

"You know the whole," Naruto breathed in, swallowed, and continued, "you know the whole, um. Bit—about—not just the marriage thing. Um. About how I—out of everybody I'd met, if I had to be with someone—"

Naruto looked up.

Sasuke stopped breathing.

"I'm not wasted anymore," he said, looking helpless. "So you should probably take me seriously."

Sasuke stared at him.

"...I'm sorry," Naruto said, after a moment. "If I'd realized sooner—"

"No," Sasuke said, jerking himself back into reality. "Naruto—no. You're—you were at the wedding, and you were thinking about love and frustrated you haven't found it yet—"

"Sasuke—

"And I'm the person you're closest to, so I know it might—it might seem that way, but—" Sasuke swallowed, Sasuke breathed in, Sasuke sat up and shook his head and—

"You don't. You don't love me."

Naruto laughed.

"Yeah, I do. I was up like all night. You passed out right away, but I—I'm over here re-evaluating my whole life because everything makes so much more fucking sense if I was in love with you. And the only reason I didn't realize it before now is because I never fucking thought about it properly, and now I have, and I'm sorry. I know this isn't what you want to hear, but you asked, and so I'm telling you, and—"

Naruto pressed his lips together and looked away. But Sasuke—Sasuke—

"You can't," he whispered, and Naruto breathed out. "You don't. It's impossible."

"I do. I can't really go back from realizing this, Sasuke, I'm—wait. Impossible?"

Naruto looked up, and Sasuke breathed in. He breathed in and shrank back because Naruto was looking at him, now—looking at him with the eyes that saw far too much, and Sasuke had always been so careful to dodge them before, but there was nowhere to hide anymore and Sasuke was—

"Oh."

In love.

He'd always been in love. He'd gotten so good at hiding it, at brushing it off, at shoving it away and burying it back, that now—now, he didn't—he didn't know—

"Sasuke," Naruto challenged, and Sasuke was done. "I'm telling you I love you. I'm telling you I've been in love with you for a long time. I'm telling you I should have realized it sooner. I'm telling you I know for sure, and it's not gonna change. At this point," he laughed, "it's really not gonna change. Okay?"

Sasuke swallowed.

"Okay," he whispered, but Naruto didn't relent.

"You gonna tell me no again?" he asked, and it sounded breathless. It sounded hopeful. I sounded like Naruto was searching Sasuke as desperately as Sasuke was searching him, and Sasuke—

Sasuke shook his head.

Naruto breathed in.

"You gonna tell me something else?" he asked—

"...Ichiraku's can cater?"

Naruto's delighted laugh rang through the room.

A/N: There it is! Lots of dialogue in this one, I kept getting certain lines that just wouldn't leave my head. I hope you got caught up in the conversation too!

Wishing you all the best, and that everything is going well.

Until next time,

- Kinomi