"No!" Puck screamed as he wrapped his arms and legs around the chair, locking himself in place. "I don't want to!"

Gaara closed his eyes and began counting to ten. After a week of non-stop meetings coupled with the non-stop demands from the child, he was coming to the conclusion that procreation was a very, very bad idea. His nostrils flared from the sharp intake of air. "Puck, I know sitting outside of a board room isn't fun, but ninjas have to do boring things sometimes."

He saw the boy's posture relax, a large pout forming on his cute face. Gaara was not moved. Puck's eyes shined and his lip began to quiver. It was the unguarded moment Gaara had waited for. He pounced just about catching the boy who, at the last second, had reattached his limbs around the chair. "No, no, no, no!"

"Puck," Gaara snarled. He was ready to immobilize the boy with sand and leave him trussed up in the house. Naruto had better hurry back if he wanted his son left in one piece. "It's just a couple of hours."

"I'll watch him."

Gaara glanced up to see Uchiha Sasuke standing in the doorway, hands in his pockets. "Most people knock. It's the polite thing to do."

Sasuke shrugged. "I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd pay a visit. He redirected his gaze to Puck. "Want to spend some time with me? I could show you some more songs on my guitar." Gaara narrowed his eyes, unhappy with the intrusion, but happy to pass the boy onto someone…anyone.

Puck gleefully shot up, thrilled that he wouldn't have to sit around waiting for the adults to stop acting like children. He had spent all week sitting around in the Hokage's tower trying to look important and, eventually, trying to stay entertained. "Can we practice throwing shurikens?"

Sasuke's eyes widened, a frown appearing as his brow furrowed. Puck put his signature pout on. The older man's frowned curled into a tiny smile. "If that's what you want to do." His eyes moved to Gaara, who nodded his head in acceptance.

"And we can even go out to dinner." Puck beamed as Sasuke agreed. "Ichiraku here we come."

Sasuke paled at the thought of having to slurp ramen. "Maybe we could try a different restaurant." Gaara chuckled at the Uchiha's dilemma. Puck placed a finger onto his chin thoughtfully.

"Why don't you spar over it?" Gaara adjusted his robes. "Winner picks restaurant."

"Great idea Gaara-san, and I promise I'll be very good." Gaara stared, disbelieving at the impish grin plastered on the boy's face. He patted Puck's head, nodded to Sasuke, and left for his boring meeting."

Naruto kicked his shoes off, glad to feel the cold tile on his toes. "Puck? Gaara? I'm home." He called out, disappointed that he did not get a response. He doubted that they had gone somewhere. Gaara did not like to go out if possible. Naruto moved towards the back of his home, the sounds of scuffling and laughter becoming clearer as he did so. Curious, he slid open the back door mouth dropping at the scene before him.

Puck lay on the ground pinned. He giggled and squirmed, tears running down his pale cheeks. Naruto's eyes widened as he realized that he had caught the Uchiha in perhaps the most undignified pose possible. His lips were firmly planted on the boy's stomach making loud wet farting sounds. "Naru-otou-san!" Puck cried noticing his arrival.

Naruto did not speak or move for several minutes. In that time Sasuke had stood up. He did not meet the blonde's gaze. Puck's eyes kept moving between the two men. He slowly licked his lips, sensing the tension in the air. Naruto's mouth began to move. "Sasuke-teme," he growled.