Sorry for being gone so long. I had finals then I had state tests, then my mom made me do a summer college class so hehhhhhh… Here we are. Chapter 7. Enjoy cause I got my writing mojo back my dears. Thanks for all the reviews and stuff. I love you guys so much –ahhh, hearts and kisses and hugs and sex for all of you- (seriously.)
Warning: Some displeasing content; If you don't like, don't read.
As a kneading hand massaged his abs, Sasuke felt his brain liquefy in his skull. The exploring hand tickled the waistband of his sweat pants, inciting a special brand of emotion and pleasantly tingling every sensor on his body. Those blue eyes suffocated everything above the belt and made everything below it come to life. Sasuke measured the distance between their lips, and predicted any second they would collide. But, unfortunately, his projection was overshooting the goal post. Naruto receded, only tilting his head and blowing a suggestive sigh.
Feeling a strong case of blue balls, Sasuke immediately threaded together that this diorama was the definition of sexual torture.
Suddenly, he felt the edge of Naruto's nose nudge his, breathing his logic into him like a gentle breeze on a calm autumn afternoon. "C'mon. Let's watch one. It's not a big deal."
The relentless blond raked his trimmed nails over his porcelain smooth skin, allowing his finger to venture to the territory of his nipple, flicking it through his thin shirt. He couldn't prevent the cracked grunt that putted out. With a breath of victory, Naruto freed his hand from his toned chest. He cocked back on his heels and sighed for the second time. Blinking with a counterfeit impeccant sway, he slightly hummed in his throat, he made one last effort to make Sasuke understand his point of view.
"We're both guys. We should be bonding over sexxxxxx," Naruto gasped out like a diagnosed nymphomaniac. "Lots and lots of sex."
Mulling it over like a love-sick puppy—Sasuke didn't see the harm in it. It was just porn, right?
"Or instead of just watching it, we can just dive right into the real thing—" Naruto suggested with more vigor than he should have.
"Okay," Sasuke said to the beautifully convincing blond, completely defeated.
"Yay!" Naruto collapsed to the floor, crawling to the small cabinet below television that kept his organized DVD collection. As Naruto dug like a small shovel, Sasuke observed that Naruto's apple bottom butt was absurdly round—almost big enough to capture's its own orbit. It was a gorgeous ass, better than anyone's he had ever seen and admittedly better than his girlfriend's—much better. Now, if only he had the know pleasure of what it would be like to encase his entire cock in his tight little—
"I know the perfect one—"
Sasuke squinted, slightly ashamed of his naughty thoughts. Now, he would be definitely be getting a load of coal in his stocking this Christmas.
"What?" Sasuke asked, seeking clarification for his muddled mind. It was oddly difficult to think about anything while envisioning yourself plowing into someone like a pipeline drill.
"I know the best one—the best video to show you." Naruto removed a DVD from a scratch resistant slip, smiling at it like a mental patient that had escaped full-scale security.
Sasuke's eyebrow twitched. Maybe he had let something out of the lockbox. A sex demon.
Oh dear.
Jiggling his spine, Sasuke swallowed as Naruto readied the DVD player. "Wait, what's your fetish?" He asked.
Naruto deviously chuckled, biting soft lower lip. "Creampie," He endearingly whispered over his shoulder.
Sasuke quickly felt his neck heat up and his ears burn. Naruto's favorite was what exactly?
Maybe he misheard him. He couldn't mean that he liked the entire internal ejaculation, cumshot, moneyshot stint done in porn films. No. Sasuke was delusional—and so were his ears.
"I think it's so hot—especially when it's dripping out," Naruto said, feeding the electronic device the DVD.
Okay, so maybe he wasn't delusional. Naruto did confirm it twice. And he knew he wasn't imagining Naruto checking the video for errors.
The careful creampie lover pressed play and scurried next to Sasuke on the couch, allowing the video's opening to play.
"Do you have a favorite kind?" Naruto unmethodically asked.
Stressed, Sasuke lifted his head of his hand. "Of?"
"Porn," Naruto bluntly said.
"Not really. I'm not much of a porn admirer."
"Oh…" Naruto slyly smiled. "You prefer the real thing."
Sasuke didn't have time to reply before Naruto squeezed in his supple body closer to him, molding to him like playdo. "So should we change activities then?"
Sasuke's eyes widened and his temperature sporadically hiked like a freak tropical storm. Did Naruto just offer what he thinks he was offering him?
Blue oceans that twinkled like the stars in the midnight sky consumed Sasuke like an endless vortex in the space time continuum. A stray hand incurred a spike of the hardness in his crotch by deliberately massaging Sasuke's inner thigh. Literally feeling like a cat stole his tongue, he took the strained chance to mentally exhume the faultless face under a microscope—the straight aligned nose bone, the luscious lips, and a mass of hair allotted in those sweeping lashes. A tempting twitch in the corner of Naruto's mouth made Sasuke almost leap at the timely opportunity. After all, it was late and it was raining outside…
"Because we can do something more active, but only if you'd like…" Naruto curled his fingertips into his thigh.
The apprehensive Uchiha gulped. Was Naruto really serious about this?
Because if he was, he would have to give him a definite decision… now.
"But if you don't want to—I'll yield," Naruto buckled, withdrawing to his section of the cushion, focusing on the television. He leaned on the sofa of the couch, he glanced out the corner of his eye at a disheveled Sasuke. He gave into the urge to smirk as he stole a peek at the steel eyes welled with uncertainty. Body heavy like lumber, face swollen with resignation—he admired Sasuke's inner war at close range. And it was a war indeed. Blinking slowly and sensually, Naruto resolved the quality of the entertainment of screwing with Sasuke's head with the knowledge that he could barely resist him. It was so apparent that he wanted him, so Naruto was going to use it as a torture tactic.
Ah, yes, humorous, in a dark way.
He minded less of Sasuke—they concentrated on the scenes playing out on the flatscreen.
The movie progressed with an artificial bleach blonde topless female passionately kissing a built brunet male. She massaged his lubed cock, moaning into his mouth. She maneuvered between thighs, licking and nibbling, eventually taking the entire length into her mouth, deep throating him like her life depended on it.
The segment eventually transitioned straight into intercourse. He put her tan silky, tan legs over her shoulders, as he vigorously pounded into her.
"Ah, that's right! Fuck me! Fuck me with that big cock! Mmm, yeah!" she wantonly cried.
He gruffly moaned, trembling against her fluently contributing body.
At the scene's climax, he grunted as his lower extremities convulsed with the ripple of his intense orgasm.
Ribbon of white cum leaked from the woman's entrance as she encouraged the man wholeheartedly. "Yeah, fucking cum in my pussy, babe. Oooo, yeah, baby."
As he pulled out, a gush of thick white liquid followed close behind.
Naruto huddled over Sasuke's heated muscles. The Uchiha's eyes twitched with fascination as Naruto continued to cease his arm. "Wasn't that hot?"
…
Porn.
It was the last communal activity that they had shared in a while.
Naruto stretched over him and asked if they could make this a habit in an oddly sexy way. In response, Sasuke pressed his teeth into the base of Naruto's neck and agreed to recharge their sexual batteries everyone once in a while with a good round of dirty, nasty porn. It was the last time they seen each other in person. They had texted since they last hung out but somehow their schedules never happened to coincide. Sasuke was always working and from what he knew, Naruto was religiously attending his classes. He knew that they were both in dire need of one another's company. Sasuke was even willing to admit that his body was deteriorating without Naruto's close proximity to add to his dull life.
Although he and Sakura would spend time together, she wasn't nearly as satisfying as Naruto. Frankly, he preferred Naruto's company so much more than her's. His mouthwatering smile and his beautiful eyes were the best thing since fucking sliced bread and he was determined to get as close as possible to find out his story, who he really was. This new determination surpassed just a pastime or hobby. It was a brand new endeavor. It was the reason he roused in the morning. To see him. He had to see him, and add another piece to the lacking puzzle.
He had the day off today, so he intended on doing just that.
Sasuke softly rapped on the door, losing all inhibitions as the ball of gorgeousness opened the door for him. He contently gazed down on the heart-shaped face that greeted him at the door and accepted the teasing smile as a candid invitation, as he slithered past the door's protective barrier. As he walked onto the foyer, he was assaulted by Naruto's affectionate embrace. The small blond's limber arms slung his neck, creating a safe haven in his tender shoulder.
Absolutely drained by the exchange of the polarized heat, Sasuke could barely contain himself as Naruto placed a demure kiss that felt like a freshly bloomed rose was softly planted on his cheek. He gasped at Naruto's most captivating, "Hey there you."
He silently mused. Was Naruto as sweet with all his friends or was he a specialized case? He witnessed similar provocative behavior between him and Gaara, so he assumed he had reached a respectable level of promise with Naruto at this point. Finding it amazing, he ceased the fleeting opportunity, rounding his hands over those voluptuous hips, drawing them together like two magnetized pieces of metal. He kissed the open space on Naruto's face, smothering himself into Naruto's pliable body, reckoning a simple hug wasn't close enough.
As Naruto's lips moved across his jaw, he slowly drew away but he allowed Sasuke's hands to comfortably remain where they were. He wiggled his toes against the cold tile and covered the hands placed on his hips, wile molded on his precious face. "What's up?"
Sasuke sighed, looking at the beautiful teen. "Nothing much, bored."
"Yeah?" Naruto cutely scrunched his nose in an understanding way.
Sasuke acknowledged the divine exposition with a smoking hot smirk. It got him thinking, if he had met Naruto first, things would have been so different.
"Yeah," Sasuke glumly accepted.
"Aw, well come in," Naruto courteously said.
Sasuke obeyed and watched Naruto's backside in slow motion like an infatuation drunk teenager, Sasuke distractedly began to speak. "Are you doing anything today?"
Naruto slowly veered toward the dining table, savoring the shaft of light penetrating the wooden kitchen shades. "Actually… No. I don't have class today."
Sasuke clearly smirked behind Naruto's back.
He didn't have work today but he really didn't expect Naruto to be completely free today. He only thought that he would only be available to chat for a minute. But even better, Naruto was free for the entire day. But even better, Naruto was free for the entire day. He could have the fill of Naruto's honey and syrup voice that he eagerly hungered for, with limited interruptions.
He had to engage him into something that he would be interested in doing on his day off. "Wanna go to the beach?"
Naruto sank into the chair, a look of surprised admiration on his face. "You're fucking with me," he said with a sluggish smile crawling onto his sweet mouth.
"No, I'm not fucking with you—we can go," Sasuke assured, raising an eyebrow. "Got swimming trunks?"
"Course—speedos too." Naruto chuckled, burrowing his chin into his palm.
Sasuke snorted, at the statement as his imagination ran wild as he pictured Naruto posing with his legs obscenely open, his intention of purely pleasing him. On Naruto's part, it would be a horrible idea to give him the chance to visually rape his body—more than the chance he his exposing towel. If all that stood between him and Naruto was a speedo—there was bound to be some violation in their mist.
But he couldn't do that. Temptation was a sin. It was in his best interest if he did everything in his power to prevent himself from taking the gorgeous little college boy.
Before the sin took over.
"Pick one and let's go."
…
On the way to the beach, they stopped at Sasuke's apartment so he could retrieve his own pair of swimming trunks.
Reposed against the passenger chair, aviator shades poised on his slim nose, Naruto muttered, "Make sure they fit your ass."
Sasuke stopped midway, half of his leg outside the car, glaring.
"Don't look at me like that… I've seen it…And it's huge." The teen pulled their beach bag comfortably into his lap, looking through the windshield.
"Do hurry up," Naruto groaned, rolling his head against the seat, his bright blond locks shimmering in the splash of sun that entered the car.
Sasuke didn't entertain Naruto's discriminatory comments with a response. If he did, Naruto would be nursing a broken nose.
Like a snow flurry, Sasuke breezed back with all the necessary materials, driving them to the ocean side as promised.
Naruto still didn't look pleased with the outcome. "Ugh. Took long enough," He complained as Sasuke neatly aligned the car in the parking spot.
Sasuke finally lost his composure and unleashed his violent dark side. Unluckily, Naruto's left cheek felt the consequences.
…
With the sunlight prickling their skin, they cruised into the changing booths with all the materials they carted along with them. Naruto pulled out the hoola trunks he was saving for his future trip to Hawaii, feeling for their appearance in the mirror. As usual, he looked absolutely spectacular. The shorts adapted to his spherical ass perfectly—proving he had excellent taste in more than just clothing. With a beautiful bone structure, prominent collar bone and high cheek bones underneath his flawless skin, he looked like a professional model auditioning for a Hollister position.
He smirked at his reflection, finding it worthy Sasuke's attention. To avoid the direct UV rays, he covered his firm torso in a tank top. The less skin he showed the less skin damage would incur. Besides, he didn't need to get any tanner. If the pigment in his skin increased, people would think he was bleaching his hair and tanning his for a vivid effect, which couldn't be any further from the truth. He was naturally tan and super blond unlike the conjectures people made about him.
He just didn't want give anyone anything else to talk about. Gaara already called him his mocha treat. He didn't want anyone making any nicknames out of his appearance. Perhaps slapping on some sun screen would do the trick.
"Are you done?" Sasuke's monotone voice echoed in the empty building.
"Yeah," Naruto called from the locked stall. "Just lemme grab my sack." Naruto grabbed the small bag, giggling at the dirty reference.
"Be quick about it, idiot."
Naruto covered his mouth to conceal the obnoxious laughter. Provided anyone was around to hear their small conversation, he thought that he should try to suppress some of his jocularity or they too might think he was an idiot.
Sasuke tied a solid knot into swimming trunks, near the neighboring sinks. "Moron," he grumbled as Naruto opened the stall and walked out.
"Fini—" Naruto stopped and his heart did too.
Adjusting the waist band of his shorts, Sasuke glanced up, a drape of dark hair falling into his sparkling grey eyes.
Naruto swallowed a hunk of jitters. Damn, Sasuke was an anatomical spectacle. His individually defined rock hard abs were a movement all by themselves. God… Naruto nearly choked at the curl of his rippling biceps. He had suspected always that Sasuke had an amazing body but he never actually confirmed how marvelous it actually was.
For a lack of better word—Sasuke was fucking walking, breathing sex. And even that was an understatement.
His jaw twitched and then bright red flowered on his cheeks.
Not to make comparative judgments, but Gaara had a ripped body too.
Only he wasn't supposed to be so fawning over him like a groupie…
Wasn't that Sakura's job?
"Hot damn, Sasuke… You have a badass bod," Naruto managed to squeeze out.
"Excuse me?" Sasuke blinked, preoccupied by trunk strings.
"You're…" Naruto felt his cheeks turn redder. "really hot."
A sadistic smirk glided onto Sasuke's face. "Is that just an observant compliment or an invitation?"
Naruto wiggled like a worm, blue eyes glazing with lust. "Maybe a little of both."
Loving the answer, Sasuke was even more interested when Naruto pulled out a bottle of sun screen of his personal bag.
Appearing to be innocent, Naruto held it out to him suggestively. "Rub my back?"
…
After they playfully slathered sunscreen on their skin, purposely shrouding every crevice, they took to the open Pacific Ocean beach. Starfish clad rocks were bum rushed with enthusiastic waves, and randomly placed wooden posts were forced into the soil making the beach seem rugged paradise, differing from the common paradisiacal outlay of Florida beaches.
Thick volleyball nets were set up across the center of the beach featured half naked teenagers slapping the white ball over the fence. In tune with the competitive game, they didn't even seem to notice their arrival to the cemented benches.
Shrieks of happy toddlers building mounds of wet sand in near the shore, mothers stretched out on massive beach towels, and men on the prowl for single hunnies made Naruto smile.
He was at home.
He didn't care if this wasn't the movie perfect Eden that people pictured. It was perfect to him and that was all that mattered.
Even though he failed to tell Sasuke he couldn't swim to save his own life, he still planned to have a great time.
Inhaling like a woman in labor, Naruto abruptly looked at Sasuke.
"Oh my gosh, look," he dramatically whispered, pointing at Sasuke's delicious pecs.
Sasuke followed the offending finger only to be flicked in the nose with it. Rightfully irritated, Sasuke glared at the boisterous laughter roaring from Naruto's wide mouth. The tan man cradled his sides and pinned his lips together, bubbling over with inner giggles as he stomped in the white sand.
He snuck a look at the murderously stiff Uchiha, and shivered. Obviously Sasuke didn't think that the small scale prank was very funny. He couldn't have Sasuke taking revenge on him so he booked it. As he took to the flowing ocean, he tripped face first straight into the belly of the sand.
The duped man looked on with pure satisfaction as Naruto slowly pushed himself with his sand drenched tank top, feeling a dreading hot of fresh pay back. He spit out a mouthful of sand, as his blue eyes discredited the impossible phenomenon that just occurred.
Did Sasuke just achieve vengeance without even having to move, let alone speak a single word?
How in God's name did he do that?
'No, please don't tell me Sakura's dating the devil's spawn!'
"NO!" Naruto pounded a large depression in the beach sand, his bottom lip quivering.
Smirking, Sasuke covered his mouth, as a gentle breeze carried his dark locks away from his face. "Tell me, how does Karma taste?"
Naruto dusted himself off, sniffling. "Awful, you sonovabitch."
…
As the oceans bellowed, white shuffles of the rushing waters crashing into the delicate white sand, Naruto felt like it soothed his soul and calmed his spirits. The impression of the gritty sand and the salty scent of the ocean water titillated Naruto's senses and relaxed his ligaments, productively paralyzing the tension in his muscles. It had been a long week, especially without Sasuke interrupting his arduous college assignments. He constantly imagined the perfect afternoon break: Sasuke entered his apartment and shoved his work aside; sending it crashing to the floor as he ravenously toppled him and ravaged his fatigued body with heavy kisses and bruising touches.
Sure, he knew it was stupid to fantasize, but he couldn't help himself. Sasuke was a sexy beast that aroused a hoard of carnal emotions. He wanted to spread his legs for him. But he refrained from caving so easily. He was still involved with Gaara after all and Sasuke was still committed to Sakura. Supposedly. So, he didn't want to ruthlessly ruin everything for temporary feelings.
Naruto was so engaged in his surroundings, he couldn't even remember the last time he went to the beach. Sakura was always so tangled in work and Gaara didn't care much for such recreational activities that he never had company to visit here.
Queue, he meets Sasuke and he ends up at the place that had a special place in his heart.
Was Sasuke a…forecast for positive things in his life?
Sighing, Naruto drew some figures in the sand as two children breezed past, hollering at one another in hysterical urgency. Naruto remembered how rambunctious he was as a child and smiled. He was like a tiger that could never be tamed even by the best trainer. The trusted adults in his life always promised he would grow out of the silly phase but too bad they were wrong.
"That guy…" Sasuke raked his fingers through the sand, sitting Indian style next to Naruto, who was seated on his knees.
Naruto looked at Sasuke, honestly confused. "What guy?"
"Gaara," Sasuke said calmly, resisting the urge to grit his teeth to stubs at the mention of his name.
The chilly gale that barreled from Naruto's wintery blue eyes almost made Sasuke apologetic for even asking. "What about him?"
"What is he to you?"
Naruto rolled his eyes, rubbing his right arm. "Don't worry about it."
"Why shouldn't I? There something you're trying to hide from me?" Sasuke edgily asked, feeling his unwelcoming glare lodge into shell that Naruto always wore around him.
"No, there are just some things that are none of your business. This is one of them." Naruto pulled his knees into his chest, wishing Sasuke would drop the subject. He came here to relax, not to be thoroughly interrogated.
If they delved any further, he was pretty sure Sasuke wouldn't like what he would uncover about Gaara… or him.
"Does he go to these colossal college parties?"
Naruto's head shot up.
"Yeah, so?" He ground out, his eyes flicking Sasuke's person from top to bottom.
Who did Sasuke think he was questioning him about his private life?
He scoffed. "He already sounds like a poor influence."
"How would you know that?" Naruto glared, feeling his usual protective force field return.
"Call it a sixth sense."
Naruto's face substantially hardened. "What's it to you if he is? You don't fucking know him and I'm not your fucking responsibility," Naruto retorted with more energy than necessary. His cheeks dusted a light pink and from the shift in an emotion, his eyes faded to a pale blue.
Sasuke felt a dragon of anger unravel inside as he watched Naruto's annoyance unwind. "Why are you so defensive?"
"I'm not. I'm telling you how it is," Naruto puffed out, looking away from Sasuke slightly ashamed.
He didn't mean to verbally attack Sasuke with such severity but he just didn't want to tarnish his reputation in Sasuke's eyes. It was better for both of them if Sasuke didn't know more than what he already knew. Anything more, and he was sure that he would want anything to do with him.
Sasuke looked at him deeply. "Well, regardless what level of importance he is to you—I just don't want him to hurt you," he sincerely said.
Naruto paused with regret.
"Is that so wrong?"
"No," Naruto muttered.
Sasuke abruptly stood. "Want icecream?"
Naruto shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah, sure."
…
On the ocean side, they finished their icecream cones. Shortly after, they invaded the deciduous shaded benches the bench, huddled into one another's warmth, enjoying the scenery.
Feeling undisturbed by his former thoughts, Naruto positioned his head into Sasuke's strong arm, burrowing his temple there. The Uchiha permitted Naruto's legs, even their bare toes to touch. The unspoken intimacy made Sasuke to waffle slightly. It felt so natural and so justified that Sasuke didn't want to think that it was wrong. Instantly, a flash of futurity mounted and Sasuke could feel Naruto's lips on his, his tongue grazing the edge of his teeth, a bubble breath exchanging between them, filling the air. It certainly was a fantasy now, a great visual until he obtained the real thing.
The beautiful male beside him softly sighed, leisurely decompressing from the hard work week. Underneath the grinning sun, the roaring ocean blasted against the sand, completely roping in Naruto's interest.
"The ocean is so—dazzling, so fluid—so free," Naruto muttered, astounded.
Sasuke watched Naruto's index finger trace the horizon line.
The idealistic reflex jarred fresh presumptions about Naruto's underlying mysterious nature. He was always just assuming, just estimating emotions. But this felt different, like a declaration of imprisonment.
"Kinda wish I was like it," Naruto abstractly whispered.
Sasuke waited with bated breath before forming a suitable response. "You are," Sasuke insured.
Naruto flippantly laughed. "Don't be foolish—I'm not."
He always thought about his destructive past and his hopeless future. He knew that he was wound in a world of circumstances he was permanently confined to. To him, Gaara was the essence of his purpose, his good, his bad and everything in between. They were the perfect match even though their cohesiveness was poisoned by narcotics, drinking, late night rendezvous with people that were as lost and as damaged as they were.
Sometimes, he wanted freedom from his cognitions, and the ceaseless replay of his mistakes. Honestly, until Sasuke pointed out that he might have a problem, he hadn't really noticed. Alcohol and marijuana use was routine for them. They needed it to function. But after Sasuke said that one thing, he felt the need to change for the better.
But he knew he couldn't.
Change took strength.
Something he knew that he didn't have.
Skin collided with Naruto's forearm, breaking him from his sad circuit of regret. The unintentional action sewed firecrackers in his heart. "Naruto, you're only free if you wish to be."
He mentally spun. Freedom.
He didn't have to be a slave to dreadful decisions. Only he had the final verdict. Him. And him alone. He was the one who had to forge his own path.
"You're right." Naruto dearly kissed Sasuke on the cheek, subsequently adding a compassionate touch to the area his lips bussed. His hand fell into Sasuke's—where it felt like it always belonged.
And they just were.
Naruto sighed. "You're so right."
…
Naruto rotated his hips in Sakura's couch, feeling like a rebellious, long lost relative that refused to visit. She had kissed both his cheeks and begged for his forgiveness. Without a struggle, Naruto gave it to her easily. He didn't have it in his heart to reject a legitimate apology.
A veil of repentance shielded her bright green eyes and Naruto decided there no way he could make an argument out of this reunion. It wouldn't be right. He just wanted to sweep it under the rug, forgive her but not forget.
They were just hanging out like they always were, munching and watching TV.
He stared at the screen in horror and blinked to ensure it was real. Octo-mom's large stomach and broad purple stretch marks made pregnancy look unappealing.
"Dude, she has like 14 kids. That's fucking ridiculous," Sakura whispered. She gasped, feeling her organs shift at the sight. Did she really think it was appropriate to artificially inseminate her uterus to produce eight offspring? Eight? Count it, eight?
Naruto swallowed a ball of anxiety. "I know… I could barely have one."
He thought about how crowded her uterus must be. It made him theorize his own potential pregnancy predicament. "If I had twins or something—I'd probably be trying to sell one or something."
Thankfully while this short segment was on, wasn't here. He was in the kitchen preparing some drinks by his request. He was sure Sasuke wouldn't be able to hear their conversation due to the extended distance. No one knew about his special ability besides Sakura—not even Gaara—and he preferred to keep something so private, secret.
As he heard the crushing ice and the swishing of drinks, he was certain Sasuke was shielded from the truth, at least for now.
He just couldn't run the risk of another man discovering what he was capable of—especially if he had dark intentions. Besides, he didn't want his masculinity threatened because of his unusual "gift."
Despite the maelstrom twirling inside, Naruto smiled at Sakura and continued with his ongoing joke. "Like get your baby here. Buy one get one half off. Not free because I still have to make a profit. One baby here!"
Naruto laughed, rubbing his open palm over his stomach, practicing the bad habit of propping his ankle on the center table. "I wouldn't seriously give them away but I would have my hands full. Two is an entire family."
"Sure is," Sakura agreed, mind blown.
Sasuke stopped mixing the fruit drink. In that time, he heard one destructive sentence. "I could never happily be pregnant with so many children."
Pinching his brows together, Sasuke halted breathing. That was Naruto speaking…? The higher arch of the tone would have suggested that it was Sakura's voice, but the softer huskier tone told him it was Naruto's. But how could that be? Naruto was all man. He confirmed it himself when he had him pinned against the wall in nothing but a towel. If this was true then what he was hearing was fiction?
No, couldn't be. Why would Naruto lie about something like that?
Trembling, Sasuke temporarily turned back ice crusher.
He guessed he would do his own confrontational investigation later.
"I think sometime in the near future, I want a really big family."
"Yeah?" Naruto asked with a confused smile.
"Yeah," Sakura confirmed, rubbing her hands in her lap with an indicative glance toward the kitchen.
"Mm." Naruto said, feeling a hot oppressive feeling swirl in his chest—something akin to a flare of jealousy.
She would get to keep Sasuke and he would just have to look on like a good best friend, and be abandoned on the outside.
Where he belonged.
…
Naruto generously allowed Sasuke inside and hopped on the side of the couch, eagerly planting his hands on his thighs. Naruto stepped near his staircase and clapped his hands incessantly, focusing on pitching his point across better.
"Hey, I was thinking that we—"
"You can get pregnant?" Sasuke asked amid Naruto's explicit elation, his mind clearly off on a tangent into a different universe.
Even though he was disconcerted by the question, Naruto was aware there was no dodging the very forward question. "Uh, erm, yeah, I can."
"How?"
Gawking at Sasuke and feeling the hair on the back of his neck ice with cold sweat, he strangely summarized the answer.
"It's a weird bloodline mutation thingy. Weird cross of genes and X and Y chromosomes."
Giving choppy details was best. It wasn't like he was talking to his doctor, or a trusted longtime friend, it was Sasuke. His best friend's boyfriend.
The topic of pregnancy shouldn't at the top of their subject list.
It was inappropriate. At least it would be if they didn't have this weird connection.
Meanwhile, Sasuke still pondered Naruto answer but somehow seemed to accept the general theory.
Feeling like he was in the clear, Naruto breathed a little easier through his constricted throat.
"Is the risk associated with creampie the reason why you're drawn to it so much?"
Naruto's eyes widened at the unexpected connection. "Oh, no! I just think it's really hot a-and I like to watch it. My uncle had suggested it to me… So I watch it… Not because I get a thrill from the gamble of unprotected sex," Naruto explained quickly.
Sasuke doubtfully cocked his head to the side, his eyebrow shooting up.
"Have you ever—"
"No!" Naruto quickly denied, feeling his ears burn and his heart palpate. "I've never been… Y'know."
So it was true. Naruto had never been pregnant.
Sasuke slowly nodded, absorbing all this information for later use.
Naruto could conceive children and carry them to full term. Essentially he could either bear children or impregnate someone by his choosing. Sounded like a pretty versatile option when it came to selecting lovers.
Half boy, half girl… but all delicious.
Sasuke trudged forward slowly, his hands trapping Naruto in a box, a predator emerging from the falsehood of his natural inquisitiveness. He provocatively licked his lips and touched his nose into Naruto's, his vocal cords strumming a very low, dangerous tune. "So, hypothetically, if I were to fuck you…"
Blue eyes dug for an element of probability in those seamlessly misleading grey eyes. Was his hypothetical even possible? "Hypothetically," the dark haired man deeply repeated for emphasis.
He felt like this was a ruse to discuss the prospects of them engaging into sex so he became neurotic when Sasuke pushed against his hips.
When the shorter man shied away like a skittish kitten, Sasuke made sure to maintain their eye contact.
"Then you could potentially produce a baby." A faint hint of excitement charged Sasuke's perfectly pale lips as he gleefully toyed with the idea. "Hypothetically, of course."
Taking a hard breath, Naruto acknowledged Sasuke's keen inquiry. "Hypothetically." Naruto wet his lips. "Yes."
"That's really—" Sasuke poised his hand on Naruto's abdomen. "…incredible."
A dazzling euphoria wrangled Naruto's quivering soul. "It—It is." Naruto placed his hand over Sasuke's with a slightly confident smile.
"Do you… want to have kids?"
Naruto momentarily thought Sasuke was asking him if he wanted to have a child for him but then he quickly adjusted his thinking cap straight, bustling to answer before the conversation smoked to ashes.
"I do, but not now… I'm graduating soon and I have a job. Now just wouldn't be a really good time…"
"Yeah," Sasuke torpidly said, oddly eyeballing Naruto like a delectable thanksgiving feast.
"Whoever you choose will be a really lucky guy," he quietly said.
If Naruto wasn't interpreting this incorrectly, Sasuke sounded heavily disappointed with the possibility that that part of his life wouldn't include him.
…But why?
"Um, thanks," Naruto muttered.
"Mhmm." Sasuke drew back from the captive position, looking toward the kitchen.
Sasuke sighed. "Now, I'm really hungry."
Naruto raised an eyebrow. "Now that sounds like a personal problem." Naruto closed his eyes and folded his arms as a distant echo defied his last mocking comment.
"What do you have in here?"
Naruto bristled, racing into the kitchen. "Sasuke! Get away from my fridge!"
…
Naruto couldn't stop fading in and out of rapturous daydreaming. He tapped his finger aside his cheek as his brain shed...
Babies.
Now, Sasuke knew that he had the capability of getting pregnant. He was initially uncomfortable admitting it to him because he didn't want it to negatively impact their relationship. Although he expected Sasuke to treat him differently it didn't appear to affect the Uchiha in the way that the expected. He seemed completely accepting about the new information but that didn't mean that his feelings weren't subject to change without notice like a Chinese restaurant menu.
"When you eat chicken fingers, do you ever think about human fingers?"
Naruto blinked and lifted his head from his hand. He glimpsed around, realizing he was on the college campus cafeteria with his acquaintance Kiba avoiding, eating lunch. All walks of life skidded through the lunch line, irritating chatter twitting through the air. Neighboring peers boldly whispered about his behind his back, literally.
He rolled his eyes at the monotony of them talking shit. Calling him a druggy, fag whore, cock sucker, and a drunk. Nothing out of the ordinary. They were just being more and more brazen about it.
His friend, Gaara didn't appear to be on campus today. Nor was he answering his text or phone calls. He really wished he would answer. He really missed him right now. Usually when he was beside him, he didn't even notice their indirect insults or feel the effect of their hateful comments. Without him, an extra layer of protection was gone.
As the dog-loving boy prodded his fingers into his meal, Naruto glared at the question. "No, why would I? I'm not a cannibal."
Kiba lifted the strip to eyes, closely inspecting them. "I dunno. Cause they're supposedly fingers."
Naruto narrowed his eyes, "You do realize they're not actually fingers, right?"
Kiba looked at Naruto, dumbfounded. "They're not?"
"Conversation, over." Naruto spun his wristband around, shaking his head at Kiba's impenetrable stupidity. If he didn't love him, he would have put six feet under already. It wouldn't be a hard concept to complete considering no one would come looking for the annoying scum bucket. Probably the police or possibly his mother, but even that would be a stretch. She got tired of Kiba's antics from time to time. So she wouldn't exactly question his disappearance.
Suddenly, a beautifully fragile man pristine as fresh white snow, walked in their direction. His silver eyes clouded with mischief as his elegant swan neck turned to the two boys with an 'aha' like he found what he was looking for. Pivoting to their table, a friendly smirk tweaking on his lips, he carefully leaned over the table, and put his knee in a nearby chair. He brushed his hair from his face and asked, "Hey, are you Naruto?"
Naruto glanced at him not exactly impressed with his disposition, nor his greeting. "Depends…" Naruto looked at him revolted. "Who's asking?"
"A friend of a friend?" The long haired brunette smiled. "Do you know Gaara?"
"Yeah, so?" Naruto frowned at the line of questioning.
"Boyfriend?" Neji asked, seeming genuinely curious.
"No… It's…complicated." Naruto looked around, embarrassed to admit the nature of their difficult relationship.
"How so?" Neji asked as he sat in the chair he was previously leaning in.
"We're together but I'm waiting for him to make it official. He's still my friend now but more at the same time. Y'know?" Naruto straightened in his chair, trying to explain to the best of his ability. "I'm still in the friend zone—but… I'm still trying to get out."
Neji's gracious smile transformed to a one of mockery. "You have a better chance of surviving a tsunami than getting Gaara to learn commitment," he mumbled under his breath.
"What?" Naruto asked as he squinted his irritated blue eyes at the elusive pale man.
The mysterious male stood like he made a lifetime discovery. "Nothing—it was nice meeting you. Try to have a nice day."
Befuddled, Naruto watched the unidentified college student waltz away with an undeserved sense of accomplishment. Somehow, Naruto felt like he was orchestrating something scandalous against humanity—possibly him.
Kiba returned with a slice of freshly heated pizza, ogling the known person leaving the table. "Hey, who's Ms. USA?"
Naruto turned to Kiba, still surprised. "Shut up, Kiba."
…
"And you're here again why?" Sasuke questioned the crushed flannel shirt and the messily buttoned skinny jeans wearing individual while questioning why those vans were overturned on the living room carpet.
Neji turned on the television and ignored folded arms and displeased arms. "Because you love me."
"Now, seriously." Sasuke rolled his eyes, running his fingers through his silky hair. Just because they had instantly clicked at a college convention two years ago didn't mean that he was welcome to his home whenever he wanted. There were boundaries that he was aware. Unluckily for him, following rules wasn't one of Neji's strong suits. He did what he wanted even if upset Sasuke. Everytime he pulled an unwarranted stunt like this, it made Sasuke even more dejected that they ever met.
The younger male stuffed a pillow behind his head as he innocently looked into Sasuke's hostile grey eyes. "Because I need a place to crash."
Sasuke temporarily looked sympathetic. "There are some trash bins outside."
"Now, seriously." Neji frowned.
"Alright. You can stay but let me get the Lysol."
"Fuck off, Sasuke," Neji growled, his acidic glare almost rivaling Sasuke's. But he could only match his Sasuke's hatefulness if he misplaced his soul in hell.
"Can't... Kinda my apartment..." Sasuke folded his mouth, sarcastically disappointed at the asinine command. "Where's your boyfriend?"
Neji sighed, flipping the channel. "We're not together anymore."
Sasuke warily looked at the long haired man and instantly smelled something fishy. "You never told me you two broke up."
"Sorry, next time I'll write the complete memo in a news article." Neji flipped the channel again.
Sasuke's eyebrow twitched. "Who was he anyways?"
"Some druggy douche," Neji grumbled, slouched in the couch, as blistering memories of their unparalleled love fantasy played in his mind, his lips latched to Gaara's, in the center of their bed.
Sasuke joined him on the couch, interested by Neji's apparent heartache. "I'm assuming you broke up with him."
"You've assumed right, asshole." Neji glared.
"Aw, bad memories resurfacing?" Sasuke ruffled Neji's hair in the way he knew the man hated with an unbridled passion.
"Fuck, Sasuke—don't do that!" Neji exclaimed, grabbing Sasuke's wrist.
Sasuke scoffed, removing his hand from the beautiful strands. "Don't be so goddamn stingy. You are getting your beauty sleep on my couch."
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Ah, and the plot thickens. Like broccoli & cheese soup. Thick but tasty… I'm hungry now. Anywho! Next chapter it gets better ^.-
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