Recipe for Success

Sasuke twiddled with his thumbs nervously while Kakashi looked on, giving his former student a concerned look (which wasn't all that common for Kakashi). He had always given Sasuke tips on girls and even helped him propose to his wife, but he wasn't a marriage counselor. That wasn't his field of expertise.

Kakashi sighed deeply and leaned back in his worn, ripped up chair. "So…trouble in paradise, eh?"

Sasuke began to wring his hands. "I-It's just…I don't feel that emotionally attracted to my wife anymore. All she wants is sex."

Kakashi scoffed. "What's wrong with that?"

Sasuke glared at him. "It gets old, trust me. She won't kiss me, she won't cuddle with me, she won't even give me a goddamn hug. It's all just…screwing."

Kakashi picked at a stray piece of fluff from his armrest. "Why don't you just get a divorce?"

Sasuke grimaced as he stared down at the revolting greenish-yellow stain on Kakashi's floor. He was in need of a maid, that was for sure. He slowly looked back up at his sensei.

"It's not that easy. She's…" He took a sharp intake of air. "Pregnant."

Kakashi stopped fiddling with the fluff and stared at Sasuke, mouthing the word "pregnant", and cleared his throat.

"Well…err…way to go?"

Sasuke shook his head. "No, I don't want a kid who would grow up with parents that stay in their bedroom half the time and one of them secretly miserable."

Kakashi raised his brow. "Is life with her that bad?"

Sasuke looked up at the ceiling. "I just don't feel any love from her. I care for her, I do, but…it's not worth it if your love is just thrown away carelessly. And when…" He hesitated for a moment before finishing his sentence. "And when you love someone else."

Kakashi leaned forward. "Love someone else? Who?"

Sasuke closed his eyes and shook his head. "I can't say."

Kakashi rolled his eyes. "Sasuke, I'm a grown man who knows the world like the back of his hand. Nothing you say will surprise me."

Sasuke looked around the room, breathed deeply and said very quietly "Naruto."

Kakashi nodded several times and winked. "No, not surprising in the least bit. I always knew you boys had a thing for each other."

Sasuke frowned. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Kakashi scratched his chin. "You always fought like little school girls and I did hear about a certain…ah… smooch between you two."

Sasuke hung his head. "We kissed…again. And it was no accident."

"Mmmhmm…"

Sasuke continued. "And I had this urge to…make love to him."

Kakashi said nothing. Sasuke flushed and kept his head down. Oh man, he shouldn't have said that…

Kakashi finally spoke. "Do you love Naruto enough to leave your pregnant wife, to leave a child who would never know their father?"

Sasuke lifted his head. Was Naruto worth it? He only felt that emotion towards him once, whereas he and Shizuka had been married for two years. Yet, he somehow knew that if he loved Naruto, Naruto would return his love.

Sasuke blinked. "I don't know."

Kakashi sighed, stood up, and patted Sasuke on the shoulder. "This is going to sound so cliché, but just follow your heart. You'll come to the right decision."

Sasuke headed back home, the sky gray and purple with clouds and a breeze as sharp as a filet knife whipping through the air. Sasuke shivered and wrapped his arms around his chest. He would just get home and go straight to sleep with no wife begging for sex and no Naruto learning how to make mousse. Yes…that was what he needed. Sleep…

Sasuke sniffled and hugged himself tighter. Oh what he would give to have a nice warm body next to him, keeping him warm and hugging him tightly…yeah, a nice blonde…

"Dobe," Sasuke muttered.

So it was decided: he loved Naruto. But enough to leave his family? He still wasn't sure about that.

As Sasuke walked up the concrete stairs to his apartment, sniffling and hugging himself from the cold, he trampled over a soft, shivering mound lying on his doorstep. He yelped and jumped back and gasped after he saw just what the mound was.

"N-Naruto!"

Naruto raised his head and grinned, his face pale and his body trembling. "Heh heh, hey, Sasuke."

Sasuke held back the urge to swoop down and start kissing Naruto with all his might and put on his usual angry face. "Goddammit, dobe, it's two in the morning! What in the hell are you doing at my home?"

Naruto's eyes widened and he looked away from Sasuke. "I…I didn't want to be alone…and I thought I could come over to your place because we…you know…"

Sasuke's heart leapt. So Naruto did feel something for him! But of course, he couldn't show his joy…not now, at least.

He rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue. "That is the stupidest excuse I've ever heard." He let out a fake sigh, stepped over Naruto, and unlocked the door. "Get inside. I don't want you dead on my doorstep tomorrow. There's enough garbage around here."

Naruto chuckled and slowly got to his feet. Sasuke stepped through the doorway, followed by the other boy. So here they were again…alone…and one of them with hormones going absolutely crazy.

Sasuke pointed to the couch. "Sit down. I'll get you something warm."

Naruto sat down on the couch while Sasuke went into the kitchen, relieved that he could stop his "Usual Sasuke" act while not in Naruto's view.

'Being mean to your crush is hard,' he thought, reaching in the cabinet above the sink for the expensive herbal tea Shizuka had just bought from the gourmet grocery store.

As he filled a mug with hot water, Sasuke couldn't help but glance in the living room, where Naruto was looking around with interest. Oh he was cute…

Sasuke turned his attention back to the overflowing mug and set it down on the counter. He was making himself look like an idiot now and Naruto was bound to notice…

"Hey Sasuke?"

Sasuke snapped his head around and face Naruto once more. His eyes were so blue and mesmerizing, especially with the strange look that he was giving him.

"What?"

Naruto looked down at the couch and wrapped his hands round his waist. "Why did you kiss me?"

Sasuke stared at him. He wanted to tell Naruto he loved him, but what would Naruto say? Would he be disgusted and leave? Would he tell the rest of the village that the great chef, Uchiha Sasuke, was in love with someone besides his wife?

Sasuke shrugged. "It was an accident."

Naruto looked back at him. "It didn't seem like it."

Sasuke took a step forward. "Well, it was!"

Naruto gritted his teeth. "You sure do love playing with peoples' emotions, don't you? First your wife, then me-"

Sasuke growled, stomped over to Naruto, and grabbed him by the shirt. "Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!"

Naruto's eyes were now filled with tears. Sasuke's heart wrenched, but he still had to put on his act, he had to…didn't he?

He let go of Naruto and leaned forward so close that he could see his own reflection in those sky blue eyes. "I have a wife, Naruto…a pregnant wife."

His hand snaked around Naruto's back and he pulled the boy forward so that their lips met once again.

'So there goes my act, huh?" Sasuke thought, breaking the kiss.

Naruto gulped and touched Sasuke's cheek. "I don't get you."

Sasuke reached under Naruto and lifted him up. "I don't either."

He carried Naruto all the way to the bedroom, their lips locked and their clothes falling to the floor. For once, Sasuke was glad to be having sex that night.