Stranger to Normality

Hey, loves. This chapter has a warning of sexual content at the end. Other than such, it's pretty much clean. However, there is some angst, because while we were focusing on the burdens of Deidara and Itachi, we forgot about the man who'd been depressed since the beginning, filled with guilt and pushed back by burdens. So, here it is.

Sasuke's eyes stung as he arose out of bed and he couldn't recall whether or not he cried himself to sleep. Things like such were always forgotten in the morning.

He arose to take care of his brother. Cooked; cleaned; pushed through hours of learning sessions; take the man out. And if he were lucky, Obito would get out of work early so that he could have time with Naruto.

But that wasn't the case. Naruto had been gone for a week in Kumogakure. A woman named Karui has agreed to be interviewed by him for his book as well as a dozen others. If Sasuke was lucky, Naruto would come early and save him.

But, things like that didn't happen to him. He had one job and that was to ignore his own needs. The man shivered as he the winter air crisped in. Being a summer child, winter brought the worst out of Sasuke.

Under the wintry air and the sky that had born grey clouds since November came, Konoha was as grey as a newspaper picture. The lake had given up her blue, the stones showed no russet colors and the homes had taken on the monochrome look of old movies. Even the air tasted more dull. The wind whipped salt into eyelashes and onto exposed skin and all the while the snow ran along the houses with a clatter and whir.

Once before without Naruto, Sasuke had been alone. And winter made it no better. In this sadness, there was no past or future, just living by the moment. Every day was measured from the moment of waking into reality until his body could do no more, until sleep came to rest his weary mind. Each day, he greeted the world like a climber greeted their rope, fingers holding on fast despite the pain. It is grief, no different from bereavement, coming in wintry waves.

He didn't understand. He didn't understand why he was so sad all the time. Sometimes, he wondered if he even belonged here...in this world full of people like Itachi, Naruto, and Kakashi. He felt hopeless when not around Naruto….like he once did before. Irritable, insomniac, and a loss of concentration were things that didn't surprise him.

He would describe his sadness like death by a thousand paper cuts, for every time he remembered the loss of his family as it was, it was another cut to his already damaged mind. None were enough to kill him, but overtime their accumulation bled him of the humanity he had once had. Sasuke once was gregarious and generous natured, now she was just gaunt and melancholy when no one looked.

Squeezing his eyes shut, the raven whimpered. These feelings, the heaviness in his chest, had sprang only three days after Naruto left.

He missed Naruto.

There was a loud grunt coming from Itachi's room, and Sasuke's eyes, although open, arised. It snapped him back to reality that it wasn't about what he wanted or missed. It was about Itachi. Helping the disabled man until the end of their days.

Rising with as big a smile as he could, the man tiptoed into his aniki's room.

"Brother." He called. "What would you like for breakfast?"

Itachi's eyes opened and he smiled softly at Sasuke, wiping his face with the back of his hand. "Whatever you want to eat, brother."

It shouldn't have taken Sasuke long, but he hadn't thought of what he liked to eat in a long time. "Uh...yeah. Let's see what we have. We'll eat and then I'll get your bath ready. Come on, then."

He helped Itachi put on his shirt.

"Brother?" The older man questioned after a moment of silence.

"Hn."

"When's Naruto coming home? How long does he gotta stay in the cloud village?"

Sasuke bit his lip. "Just one more day, buddy. Don't you worry." Telling himself more than the other man. "Come on."

The day was going relatively slow and Sasuke still stood cooking when Obito arose, telling Sasuke to sit while he continued.

"Did you sleep well?" Obito questioned tiredly.

Sasuke bit his lip. "Yeah." He lied easily, ruffling Itachi's hair with a large grin.

Obito opened the cabinets, pulling out three cups for them. It was then, the front door opened and Kisame walked in, greeting everyone.

"God dammit." Obito hissed. "Could you at least tell me when you're going to show up. I don't have time to cook more food, and I'll be damned if Sasuke has to do it. The kid looks tired."

Sasuke inwardly smiled at his cousin's overprotective nature.

Kisame flinched playfully. "It's fine. I already ate breakfast at home."

"Damn right." the thirty three year old muttered. "I was going to tell you that myself. You already ate, so you don't get food."

Obito made three plates and grumpily sat down, handing Itachi a straw for his apple juice.

Kisame chose to sit with a smirk on his face, watching Obito cautiously. "Not much of a morning person are you?"

Obito looked up from his meal, his eyes pointing daggers at the Hoshigaki. "None of the Uchiha are. Not even Itachi."

Itachi laughed softly at that. "Cousin is right."

Kisame looked toward his indirect lover, a small smile on his face. "Why am I the one always wrong, Tachi? Even with Naruto, it's Naruto who's right and not me."

Itachi nodded as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Of course. Naruto's way smarter than you."

Sound ceased as all three men looked toward Itachi, surprised at his witty comeback.

"When you'd get so witty?"

Itachi just shrugged. "Naruto taught me those."

Kisame bit his lip, nearly dumbfounded. "I swear, Tachi. One of these days, I'm going to come after you." He spoke in fake menace.

Itachi rolled his eyes. "Kami knows I try."

Sasuke covered his mouth as a laugh set out, roaming around the kitchen. Kisame's eyes were wide and in his mind, he was taken back to their night. "You're crazy."

When breakfast had finished, Itachi was irritable. Sasuke had no idea what put the man in a bad mood, but he was fussy and more whiny than ever.

"What's wrong?" He asked, clearing the plates as they all stared at Itachi.

Said man huffed with a deep blush. "Nothing, brother."

Sasuke walked over to comfort his brother, patting his back and rubbing his arm.

Kisame raised a brow. "You can't tell us it's nothing when you just huffed."

"I didn't." Itachi all but hissed, looking toward his 'lover.' "Stop treating me like a kid."

The way he said it made Kisame think about ten things at one time. His expression was perplexed as he spoke. "Itachi, you're confusing me."

"So are you." The raven barked back immediately.

Sasuke looked back and forth from the two, hoping for a resolve quickly. There were few instances when Itachi had rages, but when he had them, he sure as hell had them. And it was brewing within him.

Kisame shrugged. "You're acting like a child when you have no idea what you're talking a-"

Sasuke flinched as the remaining dished upon the table flew to the floor. Itachi stood, pointing an accusatory finger at the shark man. "There! You know what we did! You know, but you treat me like a kid. I'm not a baby. I may not be as smart as everyone else, but I have sense. I breath just like you do. I do that same things as you! I'm not inferior! I'm not!"

Sasuke reached a hand out slowly, trying to reassure his brother that he had him all the way. "Itachi-"

His soft words were cut off as Itachi moved away harshly. He looked bewildered and they wondered what exactly was going on in his mind. What had triggered Itachi. Sasuke wanted to help him. He was sure Itachi was only frightened. Only felt like he was isolated and everyone in that room was going against him.

"You too, brother! You try to act like I don't know things, but I do. I'm normal! I'm just as normal as anyone else."

"Itachi…" Sasuke began softly. "Of course, love. Of course you're just as normal as anyone else."

"That's not really what you think. You or Kisame! You think I'm dumb! You think that tousan's death made me stupid!"

Sasuke grit his teeth in frustration of himself. "Kami….of course not, Tachi. Of course not. There is nothing wrong with yo-"

"You're lying!" Itachi screeched, running up the steps in large strides.

Sasuke and Obito ran after him while Kisame remained dumbfounded. Itachi's rage was high and strong as he tore up everything in his room.

Sasuke dodged a book as he wiped his face. "Tachi, love, there is absolutely nothing wrong with you."

"Yes there is!" The disabled man sobbed with anger. "Yes there is! Stop lying to me!"

"I'm not! I'm not! Please calm down."

But the man would not listen. His tantrums were immediate and violent. There was no winding up period, no warning. They were full force from the very start like a bomb with no fuse, just an immediate explosion. But unlike such a blast he could go on for some time, sustained in his rage.

Sasuke grabbed at his hair and yanked hard. "Obito...please go get Kakashi!"

Itachi knocked down his curtains, tearing them. "I don't want Kakashi! I want Naruto back! I want Naruto back!"

Tears stung at Sasuke's eyes and he felt everything was falling apart. He and his brother both then.

Deidara smiled softly at the painting before him, wiping his head. He knew he'd gotten some paint on his temple, but the man didn't care. He'd finished som pieces in just days, others in weeks. But this dove, full of pain and peace, was the longest he'd ever taken on a piece. And it was perfect. The dead wings of the dove told so much about his pain, his past that kept him from soaring. But this dove was brave, he would make it through anything life threw at him.

Smiling, he looked out the window at the beautiful falling snow. Even on the coldest days of winter the sun is bright in the sky, bringing joy to his heart. The snow had a purity that elevated his spirit, the world made as pristine as a book ready for new stories. Already his creativity was surging, dancing around the evergreens with the delight of a child. Even the coldness upon his face was refreshing, his body cozy inside a warm home.

A frantic knock on the door cut the man off, and he was more than surprised to see Kakashi appear again. The man had left for the Uchiha's more than ten minutes ago, but was now back, distressed.

"What's wrong?" He asked the man. Never had he seen the charming gem in distress. It unsettled him.

Kakashi walked over. His eyes showed the kind of gentle concern Deidara's mother used to have. He laid his hand lightly on the artist's' shoulder, and instead of flinching like he usually did, the blond was soothed by it. Kakashi left his hand there and spoke with such a soft voice, Deidara felt calmed more by the way they were said than the actual words. It felt as if he were wrapped in a blanket of caring.

"Itachi….he's….I don't know what's gotten into him. I tried calming him down, but he won't calm down. We've all tried and I was wondering maybe…"

The man trailed, but Deidara simply placed down his brush. "I haven't spoken to him in years and I doubt he's the same. But I'll try."

He followed quietly to the Uchiha home, eyes nearly shut. The front door was wide open and when he walked in, the memories hit him like a great gust of wind, pushing him further and further back.

Deidara tore his shoes off at the door, inhaling the sweet lime incense burners Fugaku would put all over the house.

He'd grown so close that he'd let himself in with a spare key.

"Tachi, is that you?!" The soft voice of the 11 years young Sasuke yelled from upstairs.

Deidara smiled softly. "No! Just me! Tachi's on his way! He stopped by the market with Kisame!"

He waited three whole seconds before heavy running could be heard and Sasuke ignored the yells of Obito not running.

Sasuke's smile was bright and warm as he jumped the last three steps. "Deidara! Did you bring me back some sweets? Did you?"

Deidara stared and the rolled his eyes playfully. "Of course I did." He stated smugly, reaching into his pack and handing the candy to Sasuke.

At that moment, Fugaku walked in and messed up Sasuke's hair. "Not so much, small duck. It'll ruin your dinner."

Deidara smiled at Fugaku did the same to his own hair. Grabbing his bag, he placed it next to the couch.

"You don't have to go in that empty house by yourself, Dara. You're welcome to stay the night...or the week...or even the year."

The sixteen year old smiled a small one, following the man into the kitchen. "What are you cooking for dinner, Fugaku-san?"

He'd asked the question a lot, knowing the man would not give away any surprise. "You have to ask Obito? He'll tell you."

"No he won't."

Fugaku laughed heartily. "How was school, kid?"

The memory would have been so perfect had it not been for the heightened screaming upstairs. The screaming and the thrashing and loud crashes.

"Itachi…" Sasuke's soft voice called. "Please calm down. You're not dumb, Itachi. You're not."

The sound that came made Deidara flinch. It sounded like a chair being thrown against the wall.

"Yes I am! Yes I am! That's why no one's my friend anymore!"

It seemed that they had given the job to Sasuke, if Kisame and Obito's stricken faces were anything to go by.

Kisame looked toward him and shook his head, eyes dazed and confused.

Before Deidara could even speak, a door was slammed shut above, the the screaming of Itachi Uchiha continued. And they knew he would never tire out.

Kakashi wiped his face and moved forward, but the blond put out his arm. "I think I should try."

He walked up the steps quietly, slowing as he reached the top. The screaming was muffled, but he stared at Sasuke, his back leaned against the door and his face in his knees.

Deidara's eyes squinted in concern and his head turned. "Sasuke?"

The 20 year old looked up. His eyes shifted to the side again and became glazed with a glassy layer of tears. As he blinked, they dripped from his eyelids and slid down his cheeks. He bit his lip tightly in attempt to hide any sound that wanted to escape from his mouth.

In spite of his chosen task at hand, Deidara's heart sank.

Little Sasuke, who had been so innocent and carefree that Deidara prayed he would never have to face the burdens he did. There was so much pain in the raven and Deidara wondered if anyone even noticed.

Sasuke's lower lip quivered as words slowly made their way out of his mouth. "I'm just so tired." He began, yet what followed was engulfed in the tremors.

Deidara sighed, determined as he walked into Itachi's room, closing the door behind him.

Itachi, upon seeing him, stopped as if he remembered something, vivid, strong, overpowering.

The disabled man put down his torn sheet and slumped on the floor, looking tired. "I known I made brother cry." He whispered. "I just don't want to be dumb no more."

Deidara moved in. How in the hell could he help someone when he was still in the process of getting fixed. "I don't...I don't think you're dumb. In fact, from what I remember, you were smarter than any of us."

"Really?" Itachi asked timidly.

Deidara sat and he could hear the silence Sasuke had turned to, choosing to listen well. "Of course. You know, we didn't even graduate high school before you got about a dozen offers from prestigious universities. You studied law and business and you were the best at it. The best in economics and numbers too. Yeah that's right. No one could tell you anything about numbers."

Itachi wiped his face in a child like manner, rubbing his snotty nose twice and therefore overcoating it with mucus. "Like Naruto?" Hope was all Deidara heard in that voice.

So he smirked. "Just like Naruto."

Itachi smiled then, his mouth wide and eyes closed. Evenly, he bent down. "I should clean and tell my brother I'm sorry."

Deidara stared for a while before he bent down and picked up Itachi's dresser, sitting it upright. "Yeah...yeah...I'll help."

Sasuke had fallen asleep in the hallway, his sitting position perfect and poise. Kakashi kneeled down, shaking the man softly. "Sasuke, sweetie."

The Uchiha stirred and looked up, half asleep, half awake. "Itachi…." He mumbled, trailing off with a wonder.

"He's asleep and he's calm. Come downstairs, love. What we all need is some fresh tea."

Sasuke nodded with a half smile of worry before Kakashi helped him up, leading him downstairs and into the livingroom.

He sat with an internal sigh and an outward smile next to Deidara, who sipped his strong tea quietly.

"How long has he been asleep?" The question left his mouth after a few sps of tea.

Sasuke broke the silence with a shift in atmosphere. Deidara stared at him for long moments of time, making the raven uncomfortable. It looked as if Itachi's former friend were reading him too well. As if he saw the pain in Sasuke's heart. But it couldn't be. Deidara was too broken to notice. Naruto had said so himself.

Obito smiled sadly. "He was cleaning up and fainted….I suppose from exhaustion." The man put his hand up as Sasuke put down his tea, nearly standing. "Woah...slow down. Kakashi's checked him. He's completely fine. I wouldn't lie to you. I think you should calm down. You know passing out and all on the stairs."

Sasuke shook his head in heavy denial. "I didn't pass up. I woke early this morning and fell asleep. I'm perfectly fine."

Deidara's pretty blue eyes once again observed Sasuke, and the latter opened his mouth to once again focus on Itachi. "I don't know what's gotten into his head that he calls himself dumb, but-"

He cut himself off as the front door opened. He gaped openly as he observed his sharp jaw, chin, and cheekbones. On either side of his straight nose were two icy blue eyes, shimmering with silver. Spiked, blue fringed with smooth sunlight. His bright brows were actually graceful, but currently furrowed in a frown. All of it was framed by thin, warm blond hair.

The man had on a white cotton shirt with a silky blue vest and a pair of black pants, which tied everything together.

He stared with confusion upon his face, eyes roaming everyone in the room. "What happened? Why is everyone so down?"

Just as his eyes touched Sasuke's, the man inched forward, placing his bags down. Immediately, he crouched before the 20 year old, grabbing one cheek. "What's wrong, Sasuke?"

Sasuke blushed deeply. "Nothing, dobe."

"You look like you've been crying." Naruto countered.

Sasuke smiled, grabbing Naruto's hand from his face and clutching it gently. "Look...don't worry about me alright? I think you should go and speak with Itachi."

"Why? Where is he? Did something happen to him?" Naruto's eyes skimmed over and he immediately stood, fawning over Deidara like some sort of mother hen. "I wouldn't expect you to be here, Deidara."

He placed his hand on the man's forehead. "Are you feeling okay? You may have a feve-"

"Go check on Itachi." Deidara spoke, cutting the man's worried off.

Naruto nodded, his face full of concern over what happened. "Right?"

They listened carefully as the man walked upstairs and knocked on Itachi's door. There was a silence so loud as they waited patiently.

Eventually the door opened and a child like gasp filled the void. "Naruto!" Itachi's yell was strained and he sounded as if he were about to cry.

"Hey, hey, hey." The genius muttered, hugging Itachi when the man jumped upon him. "What's wrong?"

"I just don't want to be so dumb anymore."

"Don't say that. You're not dumb at all. You can't lesser mortals define you by their made up words."

Itachi sobbed further and Naruto sighed. Gently, he pulled the disabled man into the room, ready to listen and comfort.

"And that's why you feel that way?" Naruto questioned, trying to mask his anger as he and Itachi lay next to one another.

Itachi wiped his face and nodded. "And sometimes I think I'm just a child too."

Naruto leaned up upon his elbow. "You're not, Tachi."

"But I think it."

"Sometimes thoughts aren't good." Naruto muttered.

"All of 'em?"

"No." Naruto admitted with a smile. "Sometimes thoughts are good. Like in Kumo, I thought of you."

"You did?" The man asked nearly tired.

"Mhm. I imagined you there, bathed in the sunlight filtered through the leaves, sitting in the deep, verdant and uniform green grass against the gnarled trunk of the old oak. With every gust of wind, the grass grew in tussocks and flattened again; your hair flowed out to one side like a black-and-white movie; and your spoke teasingly and playfully."

When Naruto looked back up, Itachi was sound asleep. Chuckling, the man stood up, turning the light off and closing the door rather quietly. It was late then, around ten. Naruto had a plan. He wanted to get home as soon as possible to speak with Sasuke.

But life didn't work out that way. Itachi had a tantrum and Sasuke was sad. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, Sasuke and Deidara looked up, their whispering ceased, but their eyes dry and red from previous tears.

Deidara smiled and stood, smacking his hand on Sasuke's knee gently. "I should probably get home. Naruto, you stay for a while. I'll take your bags."

Naruto nodded. "Thank you, Deidara. Oh….and please be careful. I have some Neodymium in both bags and the element is extremely rare. It's a soft silvery metal that tarnishes in air."

Deidara chuckled and walked to the door. "Alright, smartass. Night."

"Goodnight." Both Naruto and Sasuke spoke in sync. When the door was closed, Naruto looked to his beautiful lover. "What was the conversation topic?"

Sasuke shrugged and sniffled. "Nothing...just life."

His heavy feet trodded to the Uchiha and he sat close to the pale man's drawn knees. His face lay close to his lover's. "Hello." He whispered.

Sasuke smiled softly. "Hi."

The silence was peaceful for some time.

"Why did you come back so early?" Sasuke questioned, curious. Naruto wasn't due back until tomorrow. So it unsettled Sasuke that the man was always there to pick up broken pieces.

"Would you like me to be completely honest with you?"

"Yes please."

Naruto inhaled. "I was afraid."

A pale head tilted. "Afraid? Afraid of what?"

Naruto looked away. "It's crazy, I know. I myself understand fear an how to overcome it. Fear is closely related to, but should be distinguished from, the emotion anxiety, which occurs as the result of threats that are perceived to be uncontrollable or unavoidable The fear response serves survival by generating appropriate behavioral responses, so it has been preserved throughout evolution."

"Naruto." Sasuke murmured.

"Oh yes...sorry. I always get distracted by my reasoning."

"Nothing's wrong with it."

"Oh...um..yes. I suppose I was afraid, but this was new. You do remember my first lover, Sakura?" Sasuke nodded. "And you remember how I said I only deemed her pretty and that I was being used for my sexual intercourse as well as the length of my penis."

Sasuke face palmed himself in heated embarrassment. "Yes, Naruto."

"Well. During my trip, I thought of you as well. I suppose too much. I often thought of her when we were still a 'thing' as humans call it. Usually, it revolved around sex. Now, do not get me wrong, Sasuke. There were more than enough instances down in Kumo where I thought of you and grew extremely horny. Badly.

Nitric oxide caused the smooth muscle enzyme guanylate cyclase to produce a messenger called cyclic guanosine monophosphate, which acts to increase the size of blood vessels carrying blood to the penis, and decrease the size of vessels carrying the blood out. That's how horny I grew when I thought of you."

"Mhm." Sasuke nodded absentmindedly, still listening intently however.

"Oh yes, but anyway. The fear came from thinking of you in other ways. It wasn't all purely sexual thoughts."

"That scared you?" Sasuke wondered, keeping his smile contained a to not embarrass his boyfriend.

"The emotions that came with it, yes. I'm not good with this stuff. I only know reasoning and numbers and logic. I imagined you with me too, sitting and speaking with me. You'd be as 'you' as possible, with all your graces and your imperfections, your hopes and your inhibitions. You'd have every freckle you hate and every scar you feel ashamed of. And yet you'd still be beautiful, a perfect example of perfect asymmetry. With the ambient sound of wind sighing against wind and grass rustling against grass, you'd open your cherry lips ever so slightly and speak."

Naruto sighed with a large blush and heavy smile. "I don't know. I always got this strange feeling in my stomach when I thought of you. So I ran to my lab, hooked up some things and tried figuring out why I felt the way I felt."

"How'd you feel?" Sasuke questioned, genuinely concerned then. If Naruto had placed himself on machines, he must have been extremely afraid of what was going on.

"Mushy. Weak. I supposed it to be something I ate, so I did some tests on how well Kumo raised their stock. That's was perfect too. I called tousan, because I didn't know what happened to me. I thought I was dying. But thankfully, my father knows more about these human emotions than I do."

"What'd he tell you?"

Naruto looked toward him, blushed then looked away. "I can't say. You're going to think it's stupid."

"I won't, babe. I promise." Sasuke reassured, lying his head on the blond's chest.

"Tousan said that somehow, I made a mistake to slip my heart inside your pocket. And he said it's been there for some time safe and sound. I thought into too much, so I came all the way up here to get it back from you. But it wasn't literal, Sasuke. I think my father meant that somehow, I had fallen in love with you. And I'm only scared because I have never felt this before."

Sasuke blinked his tears away and laughed a little. "Really?"

"See…" Naruto trailed, incredulous. "It does sound crazy."

Sasuke leaned up. "No, no. It's doesn't. It's just...so cute."

Naruto stared awhile, eyes dazed and dreamy. "I love you. That's what I planned to say when I got back here. I love you."

Sasuke smiled softly, moving so that he sat upon Naruto's lap, their chests touching. They observed one another for a while.

His eyes were a mesmerizing deep ocean blue, flecks of silvery light performed ballets throughout. His face was strong and defined, his features molded from granite. His perfect lips ripe for the kissing. His strong hands, slightly rough from working, held Sasuke's and the Uchiha couldn't help but blush. A tan smile etched its way back into existence. His body was warm and toned as he hugged the pale man, comforting to the touch. His voice was deep, with a serious tone. His lips brushed an ear as he spoke, "I really do love you."

It didn't take long to remove their clothing and push back into their sitting positions, now with Sasuke's naked form straddling his lover.

Naruto smiled, running his fingers down the insides of Sasuke's thighs, all the way to his knees, and then he let go of the pale legs, letting them fall further apart.

As his hands moved further and further up, Sasuke's legs instinctively opened wider.

The smallest of his touches made Sasuke squirm and whimper, his mouth open as if asking for more and more and more. Naruto touched his shoulder, his fingers passing down to the small dark buds on his chest, down his stomach, until finally Sasuke's breath hitched.

The tan fingertips had brushed lightly over his bush, just to feel the hair.

He leaned forward, burying his face in the Uchiha's neck to inhale his scent. It was such a pleasant scent.

His hand rose to cup a nub, teasing it as they continued to move against one another; their skin wet with sweat and other bodily fluids, creating a sickeningly sweet noise that echoed throughout the room.

Sasuke arched his back to the touch on his sensitive chest. Naruto was bringing him to heights of pleasure he'd never experienced before. He was in awe of the genius. So he kissed and nipped softly at his shoulder, inhaling his scent as well. It was masculine, heavenly, and he couldn't get enough of it.

And that very hand drifted down his back to settle beneath him, where he Naruto brushed his swollen hole, stroking it with added fervor. And a finger pushed in. He brought his lips to his lover's once again; kissing away his moans and cries of pleasure as the pace of his thrusts increased.

As he applied attention to his insides again, and increased his pace, Sasuke did indeed let loose with soft moans and gentle cries of pleasure. He could barely move along with Naruto's pace as he thrust in and out of him. So instead, he squeezed grip on the tan body, his large hands holding onto him as the telltale tingle from head to toe tickling its way through him and the knot formed in his lower abdomen. His finger was replaced and Naruto delicately moved the Uchiha up and down upon his lap.

The more thrusting and attention Naruto paid to Sasuke, the tighter the knot formed, until finally it snapped. He arched his back, pulling his lips away from Naruto and let loose with a soft cry of pleasure, ecstasy washing through his core as his body was swept into bliss by his orgasm.

Panted for breath, his inner walls clenched down on Naruto's stiff cock, spasming around him, pulling him in and releasing him, repeating the process, leaving Sasuke humming out softly in his pleasure, his body coaxing Naruto to sweet release.

The feeling of Sasuke's inner walls clamping down around him, pulsing with need, drove him over the edge. Naruto came, his body moving on its own as he leaned forward to nuzzle against the raven's neck. He released soft noises of his own, letting Sasuke know just how good he made him feel.

Hearing his noises elated Sasuke. He wrapped his arms around him and embraced him lovingly. He caught his breath, kissing the tan shoulder and moving a hand to run through his hair in a relaxing, loving manner. He sighed out contentedly, moving to kiss Naruto's neck, his body finally relaxing over his as he still had tiny shimmers of bliss sparking through her.

He had made Sasuke feel so good. So beautiful. And he never said a word. All their love was expressed through touch. But sooner or later that had to end. Sasuke just didn't want to be the one to break the silence.

Naruto kept his face hidden against the pale neck as he whispered "I love you" against Sasuke's ear.

Sasuke smiled against him, believing. He nodded, moving his lips against his neck, murmuring softly. "I love you, too…"

Naruto finally pulled away and stared at Sasuke, moving sweaty dark locks from his beautiful eyes. "Thank you." He murmured.

:0 Well, this isn't awkward, but I feel so stupid. This is the second time and frankly, I never wrote this much fucking smut in my books. First time for everything. Damn you HeartSNS. Hehe. Just kidding. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this. We see some progress from Deidra, but we also see some turmoil in the Uchiha home. Don't worry either...we'll see what made Itachi feel like an idiot next chapter. And do believe there's going to be some spite from Naruto. Until next time loves.