A/N Welcome to the final chapter of 'Her Lips Are Like Glass'! Never fear, psycho pink ninja plot bunny rabbits playing poker held a gun against my head and threatened to kill me if I didn't write it down. The 'Lineage' (Name pending) will be a sample given at the bottom.

Warnings: Fluff. God, I hate fluff. But...it had to be done.

Disclaimer: Roses aren't always red, violets are violet, never blue. If you think I own Naruto, whatta fool! Meaning? I don't own Naruto and Company, but I'm THIS close to stealing Akamaru

There are three things in life Sasuke regrets, but loving Naruto wasn't one of them. Even though the boy seemed to love someone else and of the opposite gender. Sasuke wasn't happy per se seeing his love be happy, but it was enough to see Naruto give him one smile to be on a high (though he never showed it) for a week. Loving Naruto kept him alive.

Perhaps that's why he never told Naruto how he felt. He didn't want his dream, his desire, his antidote against the darkness still buried deep in his heart to full-out reject himself

The pale haired man, with onyx eyes that would flash red seemed cool on the outside, collected as

always. But inside, he could barely breathe while he took normal, regular breathes, his lungs felt like they weren't getting enough air. His ivory skin was unmarked, but he could feel the non-existent sweat futilely trying to cool his skin. His eyes, unfathomable and uncaring felt like a wet sea of endless tears and blood.

Naruto, in his bed, the boy was to be released in a few hours, had to catch his breathe. Love? Sasuke didn't know love...did he? Sasuke had...had said he loved him. That wasn't how it was supposed to be.

"No...you...you...you don't. You...aren't supposed to say that. We're supposed to pretend to hate each other...you...you were going to renew your clan. You...you..." Naruto was speaking frantically, as if trying to prove something to himself. Something that didn't exist.

"I love you. Not as a friend, not as a brother. I wished to be your lover, your only. I don't care how you feel, nothing will change the way I do. You want to marry Sakura, I'll be your best man. You wish to go to a monastery, I'll deliver you there. You wish to be my lover and I'll do anything to keep you with me." Sasuke let out a deep breathe. "Don't think my feelings have been due to this rape." Naruto flinched, he had been thinking that. "It's just..."

Naruto gave out a short bitter laugh. What had prompted him to say this. "It's just what, that this made you remember I could be used for pleasure?" Naruto gave another short, harsh bark of laughter. "Well? Is it? Tell me: Do you wanna fuck me?

Sasuke remained collected, though he felt like crying on the inside, something he had sworn to never do.

"No. I want to make love to you. Fuck is emotionless, and that is something I could never be, not with you. What I...what I mean is...the rape did make me remember something." Naruto was staring at him, cold and bitter eyes that HIS Naruto didn't own. "It made me remember there wasn't always going to be a tomorrow."

Sasuke took a deep, visible breath and kept speaking. "You aren't a glass rose Naruto. You aren't delicate, but you are kind. Your loyal, brave, and...pretty. I...If you don't feel the same way..."

Naruto was thinking. The man he loved had told him he loved him. It should be simple, right? Tell Sasuke he loved him back, that he wanted what Sasuke wanted. But love had never been simple, and things with Naruto and Sasuke had been even more complicated.

Sasuke stood there, waiting for a response. Sasuke couldn't handle a rejection, but he believed no answer would be worse.

"I...think I love you as well. I...I am not sure, how can I when never knew what love was? But..." Naruto didn't know how to phrase his feelings. Two warm arms embraced him, and Sasuke muttered the things Naruto needed to hear.

"I'll respect your choice. I'll be waiting...for as long as it takes, or forever." That decided it for Naruto. The younger boy turned around and gave Sasuke a kiss, twisting his body around, the white sheets and beeping machines forgotten.

XxXxXxXx

Apparently, Hinata and Ino had come at a bad time. Well, their conscience was telling them it was a bad time. The reason they weren't moving?

It was yaoi. Really, really adorable yaoi. And face it, everyone, from Gaara to Naruto to Ino to even, heck most likely Itachi had a bit of fan-girl in them. Although Itachi would most likely be the goth fangirl, searching the inner corners of graphic noncon and incest...hm, disturbing musings...

Anyways, the scene in front of them was really, really adorable. Sasuke was possessively clutching Naruto like a stuffed toy, while Naruto was looking girlish and adorable, like a stuffed toy. The white sheets made the scene seem so innocent and adorable. Like a cliched fairy tale ending.

Then again, things like happy endings were cliched, so perhaps the best things in life were like that all the time. If that was true, Ino and Hinata had found a cliched ending (well, for the time being) to a tale.

Sasuke lazily opened one eye, and seeing Hinata and Ino gave a short growl and pressed Naruto closer to his body, as if SCREAMING "Mine, go awaaaay!'. Hinata and Ino weren't suicidal so the girls quickly jogged away to visit Chouji who had been hospitalized for heartburn. Again.

Naruto let out a small noise at the tight embrace but still sleeping, cuddled closer to Sasuke, as the taller man let out a rare smile. Thank God his fan-girls weren't here otherwise they would have died of a nosebleed.

"My Naruto. My kitsune, my dobe." Sasuke buried his nose into Naruto's hair and fell asleep again, a lazy look of contentment on his face.

XxXxXxXx

He was being held. He couldn't move. Lips were against his neck.

Naruto started panicking as he slowly woke up, his brain not realizing it was Sasuke holding him, not realizing that it wasn't his rapists, it was someone he loved holding him.

Naruto didn't realize that, and as he struggled, the arms around him got tighter until the smaller man let out a desperate cry, awaking Sasuke

"No...DON'T TOUCH ME!"

Tsunade, who had been outside the hall raced inside the room to see a frantic Naruto, and a bewildered Sasuke holding him tightly against his chest, confused and hurt whispering calming words to Naruto who, finally realizing it was Sasuke calmed down and started whimpering like an abandoned kitten.

The Gondaime at first was enraged to see HER surrogate son in the arms of, in her own words, 'an guy who's got an entire freakin' forest shoved up his ass and should be dipped in fire, JUST so he can melt a tiny bit'. That, was her words when Sasuke was in the room. When he was out, the words were far less kind. Much, much less kind. Let's say that if Tsunade's statements were true, a forest and the universe would be inside Sasuke.

Tsunade calmed down (well, a little) upon seeing Naruto moving his body closer to Sasuke's, in an attempt to stay with the taller man. Like it was said before, everyone had a bit of fan-girl in them, leaving

Tsunade squealing like a child with the cuteness. Of course, she was the closet yaoi fan so she merely blushed and left the room. Gawd...that was adorable. (1)

Sasuke murmured against Naruto's ears. "What's wrong saiai? Tell me, please?" Sasuke didn't want to show it, but he was hurt. His koi, his koishi was hurting. He didn't like that, not one bit.

"Sasuke...do you..." Naruto trailed off. Sasuke prompted him and held Naruto closer. Naruto took a breath and continued. "You...you know what happened, what happened to me?"

Sasuke nodded. "Yes. You were...attacked."

Naruto shook his head. "No, Sasuke, I was raped. Don't coat it with sugar-soft words cause I was there. But, I'm gonna be hokage and make sure it'll never happen to a kid like me again!" Naruto finished in true Uzumaki fashion.

Sasuke flinched. "Sorry."

Naruto smiled gently, an improvement from his usual manic grin, his mask. "Ne, Sasuke don't be. You wanted to protect me and I can't be mad about that! But...it...it may take some time for me to get used to being touched like that again, Sasuke."

Sasuke nodded. He had to ask. He really, really had to ask. "Naruto, do you...do you love me? Like I love you, that's what I mean. Not like you love Iruka, or Tsunade but different. Do you love me like a lover?"

Naruto smiled and snuggled closer to Sasuke, his hands on Sasuke's chest. That was an affirmative answer enough, Sasuke though as the two just enjoyed each others company.

–Five years later–

Tsunade was giggling like a mad-woman. That was the first warning sign to Uzumaki Naruto and Uchiha Sasuke. Well, now it was Uzumaki-Uchiha Naruto, but still. He still was a blond and blue eyed uke (and a very, very deadly ninja, but if you saw him off duty, you would have never suspected it).

The second warning sign was Shizune looking...not harried. Tsunade's former apprentice was always harried. Always.

The final warning sign was Yamanaka-Hyuuga Ino, Tsunade's guard wasn't inching as close to Hyuuga Hinata, leader of the respected, feared and now kind, Hyuuga. Her daughter, Tsukiko, being the new heir while her father had given up the Hyuuga a year ago.

Really, after being such perfect ninjas, you'd THINK that Naruto and Sasuke would have backed away. Quickly and moved to a little village as Takahasi and Naruko Wakamiya.

But no. Sadly, the two lovers and husband and...well, husband stood not noticing the odd aura in the area. That was, until Tsunade lit her freakin' paperwork on fire, like she had been threatening to do since she took the job. The odd thing?

Shizune. Didn't. Say. A. Thing.

Shit.

"Ah! Naruto-kun, Sasuke-san!" Shizune greeted the two with a laugh, tossing a wry smile at her teacher.

Naruto let out a little whimper.

"Baki! Brat, asshole! Thanks for coming to this joyous occasion! Guess, guess!" Tsunade laughed, pouring more lighter fluid on her paperwork. Naruto being Naruto snorted.

"Ahh, baa-chan, figure out a way to get rid of all those wrinkles!" Sasuke winced, expecting a heavy office object to be tossed at his child-like spouse. Tsunade grinned, much to the pairs shock and utter confusion.

"Nope! Better! I never have to sign a damn document again! Bwahahaha!" Tsunade let out a girlish giggle as Sasuke and Naruto prepared to call for medic nins to take the crazy Gondaime away.

"Ah, baa-chan? You are the Hokage. The Ho-ka-gay! You gotta sign 'damn documents' all day long. HA!"

Naruto childishly stuck his tongue out.

"Bwahaha! No longer. It's YOUR turn now!" With that said, Naruto resembling a fish and Tsunade prancing around, looking like she had actually won gambling. All in all, Konoha was a pretty damn happy place.

(1) Yes. This is adorable. However I"M DYING FROM ALL THE DAMN FLUFF.

A/N– Yes, yes this is the end. However! I will be posting an A.U. Naruto fic soon, which will be longer, better and once again, NOT INTENDED FOR INNOCENT MINDS. Well, um, are ANY of you here innocent? So put me on your Author's Alert, cause I'm coming atcha! Actually, you may wanna hide. A little preview of it, scroll down!

Dedications:
Lunabasketcase: Without her patience, friendship and niceness, this would have never been posted. So don't blame me it's all HER fault. Kidding. SEND ME SOME DAMN FLAMES.
Lolita- Thanks, as always for making me finish, as I quote 'This goddamn chapter you mofo iguana." Gotta love threats. LEAVE REVIEWS GIRL!
And last (and least...kidding) my reviewers who made me feel guilty enough to finish this. Damn YOU ALL!
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'The Lineage'

The young man, of about fifteen summers old was running quickly down the market-place, the burning heat of the summer months causing vendors to drop their daily habit of pestering the young lad and instead send half-hearted glares his way.

Skinny, with the coloring of a Southerner, he stood out against the dark haired people of the North. Some people had once thought him to be native of the Sand, but it was soon determined that his tan skin and cerulean blue eyes meant he was from the deepest part of the South.

He was short for his age, and looked skinny in the underfed way. He had tan skin that would nearly seem like caramel during the hot July months and deep blue eyes that you could lose yourself in, like the endless sea written about in books.

His blonde hair seemed to defy gravity, spiking. The few blondes of the city had dull blonde hair, like from corn, where his was the color of the sun. His three scars on either cheek accented his already delicate features.

The young man was beautiful, many women cast admiring glances at him, before sending hateful glares upon remembering his identity. The men, seeing their women act this way only increased the glares on the boy.

The young man, barely out of boyhood quickly glanced around the crowded street before sighing in relief. No one was looking at him anymore, only whispering loudly, or rather shouting, that they would never serve such filth and that anyone who did was no better then him.

The young boy ducked into an unremarkable shop, sporting the name 'Nin', a seller of weapons and drinks for warriors and old scrolls for scholars.