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Roommates
Ego
The first time Naruto met Sasuke's parents, he had been very nervous. He had met Itachi, Sasuke's brother, before, and that didn't comfort him one bit. That time Itachi had been cold and indifferent, not caring a bit about who his younger brother was dating. Fugaku had almost made Naruto jump out of his skin in fear, while Mikoto had smiled and told him he was very cute.
But now, when he had met Sasuke's family over a hundred times, they didn't scare him or make him nervous. Mikoto and Fugaku were both very nice, though Fugaku had been a little sceptical when he found out Naruto wanted to be an artist. But as soon as TAD was mentioned, the elder Uchiha had considered it possible.
The weekend after the gallery Naruto had finally calmed down and realized that Kyuubi wasn't going to jump up from behind their couch and yell "missed me?!"
It was Friday, lunchtime when they all were gathered around the table, when Kiba decided to remind Naruto of his brother.
"Why was he in jail?"
Had Kiba not been seated at the other side of the table, Sasuke would have slapped his head. Gaara made it for him. Kiba rubbed the back of his head, cursing under his breath.
"It's just a simple question!" The dog lover growled. "He knows he doesn't have to answer!"
Naruto played with his food, the tuna soup was still too warm. "He robbed a bank and kidnapped his friend, Shukaku."
The silence was uncomfortable, and Kiba regretted his question.
"He left Shukaku in the forest, and he got lost. When the police found him, he was almost dead."
"... Are you serious, Naruto?" Sasuke asked carefully, almost waiting for the blonde to start laughing.
"See, this is why I haven't told you about my fucked-up family. They're all psychos." Naruto refused to look at his friends; the blush on his face told them he didn't want to talk about it. He hadn't always been ashamed of his family. There was a time when he still loved them just like he loved his friends.
"Naah," Kiba suddenly said happily. "I don't think they're all psychos. You turned out just fine, at least one of them have to be normal."
UAUAUA
"Does it matter?" Naruto growled, watching Akamaru and Tonbo sleep together on the carpet in the living room.
"I want - need - to know why you dislike them so much." Sasuke said, leaving no room for argument. Naruto looked at him for a while, weighing the words.
"Sasuke." Naruto sat next to his lover on the sofa, close. He raised his hand and caressed Sasuke's pale cheek. "I love you." He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Sasuke's lips. He closed his eyes and sucked on the Uchiha's upper lip, before leaning back.
"I love you too, Naruto." Sasuke murmured, pulling Naruto closer. "You know you can trust me."
"I trust you. It's just ... it's disgusting, it's wrong and ..."
"Tell me, you're making me worried." They stared at each other. Sasuke leaned in, planting a kiss on Naruto's chin, followed by a another one. The blonde leaned his head back, giving Sasuke more room to kiss his neck and jaw line. "Let me know."
Naruto sighed, continuing to caress Sasuke's smooth cheek, going down over the pale neck and stopping at the well-toned chest. "I've told you that we weren't very rich, right?" Sasuke nodded. "I lied. We were poor as hell, before daddy got promoted and suddenly were on top of it all, running his own business - like your daddy."
Sasuke flinched. He didn't want to hear Fugaku be called 'daddy'.
"But ... until I was ten, we were poor and lived in a flat that was not even half as big as this one. I'm not embarrassed over being poor, because I experienced a lot. Mother says it forced out creativity from me and Kyuu."
"You're blaming your father for being poor?" Sasuke asked, very carefully.
Naruto's blue eyes snapped towards him. "I don't. I blame him for what he made Kyuu do when we were poor." Tears were filling his eyes quickly, and they rolled down his cheeks. "H-he made Kyuu sell his body. He said that if Kyuu didn't do it, I would have to do it."
"Oh, Naruto." Sasuke pulled Naruto into a hug. The blonde nuzzled his face into Sasuke's neck, sobbing and sniffing while the tears ran down his face and wetted Sasuke's shirt.
UAUAUA
Naruto felt a lot better after telling someone why he disliked his father so strongly. However, the feeling didn't last long as he walked toward the exit of TAD, done with his school day. He was proud to say that he was finishing school early to take the five-thirty train home and spend time with his boyfriend.
Fate didn't want him to go home with the five-thirty train. Or at least, Kabuto didn't want him to go with said train, as the silver-haired man ran up to him.
"Naruto-kun!" He smiled. "I've been searching for you the entire day!"
Naruto didn't know if this was true, because, if it was, Kabuto was a really bad seeker. He had spent his entire day in the blue classroom with Sai and Deidara-sensei.
"Team Hebi has finally gone through all the competition-folders, and we didn't find anything from you. There must be some sort of mistake, and I wondered if I could have the copies instead?"
"Kabuto-san, I didn't enter the competition."
Kabuto looked hurt, his bright eyebrows furrowed. "Oh... Is it because of Orochimaru-sama? You know, you really have a good fashion sense." Kabuto looked Naruto over, realizing that it was a total lie. "Well, you draw good fashion. If we told you what you had to work with, you could easily put together the perfect outfit, I know you can!"
"Sorry, Kabuto-san, I'm not interested. I'm too busy to even consider working for Team Hebi. I go here at the afternoons, mostly I stay here too long, and I also have to work as an art teacher. Life isn't for free." Naruto shook his head. "Sorry. I'm sure you'll find someone else suitable for the job."
"But, Orochimaru-sama wants- You don't have to see him one bit if you accept. I can meddle between you. At the very most you would have to speak over the phone!" Kabuto sounded desperate, and Naruto couldn't help but pity him. He seemed so nice, and understanding. "Please, think about it."
"I'll think about it," Naruto nodded. "But don't expect too much."
"Thank you," Kabuto breathed out. He looked at his clock, showing five-twenty. "I made you miss your train, didn't I?"
"Actually, yes, you did." Naruto chuckled at the horrified expression Kabuto put on.
"I can give you a ride?"
"Please do."
UAUAUA
Kabuto's car was nice and warm, so Naruto found himself not wanting to leave it as he watched rain mixed with grey snowflakes pour down on the street. "Thank you for the ride, Kabuto-san." He grinned at the older man.
"It was my fault you missed the train." Kabuto pointed out. "And, please, Naruto-kun, think about the offer. It wouldn't be much work. You could do it at home. And it's only before Christmas. You won't meet Orochimaru-sama, I promise."
Naruto smiled, "I'll think about it. You have my word, Kabuto-san." He made a move to get out of the car, when Kabuto placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Please, Naruto-kun, call me Kabuto."
Naruto giggled and got out of the car. He watched it drive away, out on the already wet road to mix with the other cars. He held his arms over his head, trying not to get too wet as he ran inside of the apartment building and up the stairs. He almost slipped, but got balance back just in time before he fell back and broke his neck.
He opened the door and kicked his shoes off, feeling in the mood for some naughty-naughty with Sasuke. "Sasuke!" He called out. He got no answer, but Tonbo that skipped up after him, following him out in the kitchen. Gaara was sitting there, writing something down in a note book. The red-head looked up, watching his best friend.
Naruto grinned at him. Gaara looked a bit confused. "What? I can't be happy?"
Gaara smirked. "I know someone who isn't happy."
"Who?"
"Sasuke." Gaara almost snorted in amusement. "He met your friend when he was shopping."
"... not Sai, I hope?"
"Oh, Sai was his name," Gaara's smirk grew. "I like him ... You should go and heal your boyfriend's ego. But that could take days, considering how huge it is. Or was, before Sai kicked it."
Naruto rolled his eyes. "Is he in the bedroom?"
Gaara actually snickered lowly. "He is sulking."
"Of course he is," Naruto sighed and walked through the kitchen to his and Sasuke's bedroom. He opened the door, finding it dark and Sasuke sitting by the desk. The Uchiha's hands were shaking; a sign that Sasuke was angry. "Is little Sasuke-kun angry?"
Sasuke threw him a glare. Naruto sat on the bed, pouting. The blonde smirked and crawled further up on the soft bed. He sat there, spreading his legs for the word to see his jean clad lower regions.
Sasuke became even more angry when Naruto didn't seem to care why he was angry. He started ripping apart a piece of paper that lay there; he didn't even notice that it was Itachi's new number that he would need later.
"Are you angry with me too, now?" Naruto asked, his tone too innocent.
"Yes," Sasuke spat. Of course he was mad at Naruto. It was Naruto's stupid friend.
Naruto spread his legs further, showing off how flexible he was. "So angry that you don't want to come and play with me?"
Sasuke glanced over his shoulder, wondering how Naruto was able to look so innocent while he was spreading his legs like a whore. Sasuke bit his tongue, he was still angry. Right. He turned back to rip the paper and try to get angry again.
"I guess I have to do it myself then," Naruto said, sighing as if he didn't know what to do with himself. Naruto knew Sasuke was listening to his every movement, even though he wasn't looking. The blonde unzipped his pants and slid out of them, pulling the shirt over his head.
Sasuke heard Naruto's pants, he could hear them just as clearly as if the dobe was panting next to his ear. He could hear Naruto's moan. He closed his dark eyes and tried not to jump over and ravish the blonde. He continued to rip the paper to shreds without looking, biting his tongue, still.
"Ahh... Sasuke ..." The blonde whispered dramatically behind him. "Yes ..."
Sasuke opened his eyes, glancing carefully over his shoulder. He turned around fully when he saw what his naked boyfriend was doing. Naruto was laying there, two fingers in his hole and the other hand wrapped around his cock. Sasuke would have whimpered if he weren't who he was.
The fingers moved in and out, a steady pace. "Nngh! Sasuke!"
Sasuke felt the metallic taste of blood in his mouth and realized he had bit his tongue a bit too hard. He brought his sleeve to his mouth and spit out the blood, before continuing to watch the show.
It was like a private porn movie, Sasuke decided. With a private porn star in his bed. His hands were itching to touch Naruto, to help his blonde lover with what he was doing. He wanted to have his own fingers - or better, his dick - inside of Naruto.
"Ah, yes, there!" Naruto arched his back, coming over his own hand. Sasuke stood up, walking over to the bed and laying down next to Naruto, who was still panting. "It would have been better if you had joined, teme."
Sasuke didn't respond, he simply started trailing kisses down Naruto's cheek to his chin. "Hn."
"Silly Sasuke got his ego hurt. What did Sai say?"
To that, Sasuke only growled.
UAUAUA
Naruto stretched, waking up with a smile on his face. Tonbo bit his toe through the sheet, and Naruto groaned. "Go away, before I sic Sasuke on you." He muttered to the kitten. Tonbo almost seemed to understand the threat as he jumped down from the bed and trotting out of the room to find something else to chew on.
The blonde lay down again and reached out his hand to find Sasuke. He felt soft skin under his fingertips and started draw circles on it. The alarm started, making Naruto flinch. He didn't bother to move to turn it off, instead he ignored the shrill beeps and continued to touch Sasuke's chest.
The Uchiha fluttered his eyes open and leaned over Naruto, giving the alarm clock a pat on its head, making it shut up. He looked down on Naruto, who was looking at him, seemingly clear awake. "What are you staring at?"
"You." Naruto answered, his index finger teasing one of Sasuke's nipples as the Uchiha stayed over him.
"Hm." Sasuke leaned down, pecking Naruto's nose.
They both got up, taking a quick shower before they joined the others in the kitchen. Gaara was looking surprisingly at ease, and Naruto decided to smile at him, silently asking him how he slept. Gaara grunted, not looking at him.
Naruto sighed, sitting down and watching Kiba dig in on a tuna sandwich. They all were free this morning while he, the teacher, had to work. He hated these study days, where the students were meant to catch up on homework and the teachers to grade tests, write judgements and so on.
"So, what are you planning today, Naruto?" Kiba laughed. "Oh, I forgot, you're working!"
Naruto glared at him, though he wasn't able to do so for long, since the intercom buzzed. Gaara pressed the button to let the person in without asking who it was. They all looked at Naruto, who blinked. "I'm not expecting anybody, I'm not opening the door."
Sasuke sighed, abandoning the cereals he had been pouring in the bowl with milk, and walked to the hall. When he was out of eyesight, Naruto jumped up and took the bowl for himself.
Sasuke came back with a tall, green clad figure that Naruto could recognize from miles away. Rock Lee. "Naruto-sensei!" Lee yelled out, surprised. "What are you doing here?"
"... I live here." Naruto said, confused. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh, Naruto-sensei, I'm taking Gaara-kun out on this lovely winter day!" Lee grinned. Kiba choked on a tuna piece. Gaara looked ready to slap himself (or Lee) in the face. Sasuke looked ready to kill Naruto and steal his bowl back. Shikamaru sighed.
"Let's go." Gaara muttered, grabbing his bag before walking past the eager, older student.
"Of course! It was nice meeting you, Naruto-sensei!" Lee ran after his date, and neither male said anything.
Naruto blinked a couple of times, too tired to actually realize that Lee had been there and Gaara had just walked with him. It was scary, that Gaara even considered going out with someone as loud and energetic as Rock Lee. Sasuke was the one to speak up first.
"Now, Naruto-sensei, I would like my breakfast back."
To Be Continued
Next Chapter: The first week
Once a month, they go shopping. And someone makes their appearance, for the ... second time, I think. This time, he brought a friend.
His blood froze. He could feel it turn into red ice. Did he dare to turn around?
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