Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Sorry for the long wait, guys. I've been sick in bed and haven't really been able to do much of anything, except my homework :grumbles:
Anywho, this is a sorta short chapter that's pretty mello and consists of fluff toward the end XD Enjoy and review, YOSH!
And sorry if it seems too romantic or lovey dovey... I've been reading the Twilight Series and Edward is such a loving and romantic guy :sweatdrop: it sorta rubbed off...
Sasuke took down the last of the family portraits that had been above the dusty piano in his parents' room, guiding his fingers over the lines that made up his mother's face. He smiled faintly and stepped down from the small stepping stool Naruto had ran out to the store to get. Opening the closet door that probably hadn't been budged in years, he placed the painting inside, behind a messy stack of folded quilts.
Out in the hall, Naruto was waiting. He had his arms crossed over his perfectly muscled chest and as he waited for his lover to exit the bedroom, he thrummed his fingers against his biceps in a beat that couldn't be heard. His lips moved as if he were mouthing words to a song, but they came to an abrupt stop when someone stepped into the hallway from the living room.
Glancing over, Naruto blinked his crystal blue eyes and a cat-like grin spread across his whiskered face.
"I haven't seen you in a while, Kakashi. Here to check on Haruka?" he asked, uncrossing his arms to push himself away from the peach-colored wall. His sneakers were dirty from his earlier errands in the various gardens that surrounded the large home, leaving behind a few clots of dirt and roots.
Sasuke's used-to-be manager smiled beneath the mask he still wore, even after nine or so years. He hadn't changed much appearance-wise, save for the tiny wrinkle that appeared when his eyes twinkled in amusement. Clearly the man found something funny.
"I just saw him in the kitchen..." he chuckled, eyeing the blond with his one good eye. "My, you've gotten big. The last time I saw you, you were twenty? Now how old are you? Twenty-nine? Thirty?"
Naruto tilted his head back and huffed in an Uchiha-like manner. "And how old are you? Fifty?"
Kakashi raised a silver brow, still fairly amused with the conversation. "I'm thirty-eight."
"Che, well, you're still old," Naruto grinned and strolled down the hall, closer to the ex-manager that was now shorter than the businessman by half an inch. "And look at that, I'm taller!" his grin became wider, the sides of his mouth almost reaching his ears, it seemed.
Kakashi chuckled. "But at least I'm 'getting some ass'," he spoke his words in a way that reminded Naruto of the street.
Naruto sputtered and his cheeks turned a faint pink. He narrowed his eyes to dangerous slits and leaned his face close to the scarecrow's. "Who told you about that?"
Just then, Sasuke emerged from the room and interrupted the conversation that was surely going to take a road down the wrong path. He looked between them, but remained silent, walking past them so he could eat breakfast. Since he'd woken up, all he'd done was clean the house, rearrange furniture, and do laundry. He felt like a woman.
"Teme!" Naruto whined and he followed close behind, Kakashi continuing his path down the hall to Haruka's temporary bedroom so he could see how it'd turned out. He reached out and wrapped his right arm around the raven's shoulders, pulling him closer to his side as they walked to the kitchen. "You're hungry, right? How about I make you something to eat?" he smiled handsomely, looking more attractive than usual under the florescent lighting of the hallway.
Sasuke nodded lightly and absorbed the heat of his boyfriend, wondering how the taller man could be so warm when he, himself, always felt chilly. The smell of eggs wafted into the sitting room from the kitchen and they both peaked around the corner to see Silo, Haruka, and Majik sitting at the kitchen table. They were packed close together, like a group of gossiping teenage girls at a slumber party, except for the fact that Haruka looked fairly annoyed in his seat between the two other chattering boys.
"I didn't know you guys were up already," Naruto commented as he began searching through the fridge for something to make Sasuke. He wanted to get creative, but he noticed that all the eggs were gone and most of the deli meats had been eaten already. He hung his head and whined childishly, wondering how the three packs of ham and the pack of bacon he'd bought just two hours ago could've been consumed so fast.
He stood up straight and closed the fridge door, turning to see what the three kids of the house had made for breakfast. He didn't need to, though, because his bright eyes were instantly drawn to the colorful display of foods Majik had piled up on his plate. Narrowing his eyes, he started toward the cupboards to look for other cooking materials.
Sasuke had followed Naruto's line of vision and his lips twitched downward in disgust. "What is that supposed to be? I hope it's edible and that you didn't feed any to Silo."
Majik turned away from his friends to toss him a lopsided grin, the spot of a missing tooth visible for the first time. "It's somethin' Nii-san used to make for me all the time when I was little. He'd tried to copy a Norwegian dish... but didn't do so well," he snickered loudly. "But it's still yummy."
The raven placed himself at the head of the table and crossed his legs underneath, still a little disgusted with the strange looking food.
Naruto groaned in annoyance as he pulled a box of oatmeal from the cupboard. "There's nothing left to make but oatmeal..."
Silo sat back in his wooden chair. "I'm sorry, Dad... do you want me to go out and buy some more? I'm sure Haruka-kun and Majik wouldn't mind going for a little walk. Right, guys?" he smiled prettily.
Majik grinned and shook his head enthusiastically, while Haruka only grunted in response. He wasn't a morning person, really, and the smell of Majik's breakfast wasn't settling well with his stomach.
"Don't worry about it, I'll just improvise," the blond got to work and whistled a tune that he'd heard on the radio earlier. He'd taken Itachi's new sports car when he'd gone to the store and found that it picked up radio stations from Japan, all the way to Spain.
Sasuke let his eyes scan over the three kids as they went back to talking, Haruka throwing in a few words here in there to avoid the puppy dog look Silo would occasionally throw at him when he thought his best friend was being left out. He smiled to himself and reached for the newspaper that was sitting in the middle of the table, tugging it toward him, but the center of the paper fell to the floor.
Bending over to pick it up, he reached under the table and he became still for a moment, spotting the pair of linked hands under the table. Haruka and Silo were holding hands.
Sitting up rather abruptly, almost scaring Silo, Sasuke furrowed his brows together and his lips became a thin line.
"What's wrong? Did you hurt yourself, Otosan?" the crow asked worriedly.
"Are you two... going out?"
Haruka stared in the direction of where the Uchiha's voice had come from, wondering if the face on the blurred blob he saw held an expression of anger. He doubted Sasuke would be mad, though. Beside him, Silo smiled slowly, his crooked lips giving away his nervousness.
Naruto had turned around from his task of cooking to stare wide-eyed at his only child. His expression wasn't of anger, but of surprise. Sure, he'd seen the short scene of Silo kissing Haruka, but after his talk with Sasuke, he'd wondered if they were going to get together, since Silo probably did think it was Melee who was attracted to Haruka...
His eyes became less wide and he smiled, happy for his son.
"Y-yes... We sort of... officially started dating last night," Silo blushed lightly. "You don't mind, do you? Dad? Otosan?"
Majik munched on his food, looking back and forth between everyone.
"Not at all!" Naruto grinned. "I knew you two would get together one of these days. And I can tell you belong together," he stated matter-of-factly, waving his hand around in a silly gesture. "You can tell too, right, Teme?"
Sasuke nodded slowly, putting the newspaper back together and giving the two teens a fond smile. "Haruka has been helping you control Melee, though you might not have noticed, Silo. Your doctor might have said that I would be the one to stop your episodes, but I don't believe that. Haruka's the one who has been keeping her under control. Soon, she'll be nothing but a memory."
Silo squeezed his new boyfriend's hand under the table, tilting his head to the side a bit, his bangs falling across his bright eyes. "That would be nice."
Naruto came over to the table with a bowl in his hands, lowering it in front of Sasuke with a triumphant look on his face. He was practically beaming from his accomplishment. There, in front of the youngest Uchiha, was a bowl of oatmeal. Not just any oatmeal, but oatmeal made into a face. It had black hair, black eyes, and a scowl on its face.
"Look, it's you!"
Sasuke chuckled and for some reason, felt his stomach flutter at the silly and romantic thing his dobe had just done for him. He realized that he was falling for Naruto more and more each day. Already, his feelings for the ex-actor were strong, and he wondered if in just a short time... would they become unbearable?
He sort of liked the thought of that. To love someone so much that his heart ached? He'd never had that, not even with Sanji-sensei.
"Sasuke?" Naruto asked, worried.
"Sorry," snapping out of his thoughts, Sasuke began to eat, enjoying the sound of everyone chattering around him.
xXxXx
Hidan sat with Itachi on the living room couch, the television on, but on mute. The flickering of the screen was comforting somewhat and kept the feelings of the Akatsuki members in the room calm. Sitting on the floor, Tobi turned to the couple and smiled beneath his bright orange mask. His body rocked back and forth in excitement, as if he'd been waiting for the meeting all day.
He made sure to keep his voice low since everyone in the home was asleep, the day having gone by in the blink of an eye. His cloak made a loud shifting sound as he changed his posture.
"Ano, Itachi-san," he began, voice still cheerful and childish despite the lack of loudness. "When are you and Hidan-san going to have the joining ceremony?" everyone in the group knew better than to call their ceremony a wedding. Not only was it a fairly girly word to the two of them, but it also wasn't good enough to describe what they were doing. The two of them just weren't two people strengthening their relationship, they were best friends, lovers, companions, completely dependent on each other to survive.
Itachi opened his eyes that were closed, his black orbs reflecting the flashing images on the large screen seven feet in front of him. He was leaning against Hidan's chest, his hair down and flowing to his waist in silky tendrils. He was peaceful and content as everyone was gathered together, Hidan's fingers warm and comforting on the bare skin of his arms.
"We've decided to have it next week," he answered smoothly, Hidan shifting lightly behind him and running his large hands up the Akatsuki leader's arms, to the soft skin just above his collar bone, his thumb grazing the perfect expanse of neck. "We'll be having it at a small shrine not far from here, up in the mountains close to a hot springs resort. We've planned on renting rooms there for everyone to stay at that weekend."
Kisame grinned next to Deidara and Kakuzu, thrilled at the idea of the hot springs.
"Remind me to get you an extra special gift," he chuckled roughly, wondering what gift he could possibly give to one of the richest men in Japan. He thought briefly about buying "toys" to enhance Hidan and Itachi's sex life, but he highly doubted that it wasn't already at its peak.
Hidan's violet eyes glimmered in the artificial lighting of the T.V. He looked so handsome and mature at that moment as he held the person most precious to him against his chest. Well, he seemed mature until his mouth opened.
"You could give Weasel-san a womb as a gift, so that he can have my babies," he grinned stupidly.
Itachi chuckled, looking beautiful and fragile with his hair down around his well-sculpted face.
Deidara smirked and raised his voice a bit. "What are you going to do about that, un? Children, I mean."
The couple thought about that, only one possible answer coming to their minds at exactly the same time. They'd wanted to just raise Majik together, but now that the boy was almost an adult, they'd need a child of their own to raise, right?
"Adoption, of course," Hidan spoke first. "But we talked about it and we're not really sure if we want to bring a baby into this hell hole we call our lives yet," he snickered. "We have money and I know Weasel-san would make a very good father, but with Orochimaru lurking about, we don't want to have a kid mixed up in that."
Tobi nodded enthusiastically. "Of course! You should wait until Orochimaru-san is gone. But... for the ceremony..." he suddenly brought the topic up again. "Will you be wearing a kimono, Itachi-san? I've seen brides at the Shinto shrines in such pretty white kimonos... so I wondered if you would be doing the same."
The black side of Zetsu's painted face lifted into a smirk, the white half remaining motionless and devoid of emotion. The rest of the group let out a gust of laughs and chuckles, but Itachi wasn't amused. He wasn't really angry either. He just tilted his head to the side unconsciously as Hidan ghosted his fingertips along his neck and jaw in a very intimate manner.
"I'll be wearing a black kimono," he stated quietly, but loud enough for the surrounding group to hear.
"Why black?" Tobi asked curiously, full of questions that night.
"It compliments his eyes," Hidan replied quickly, smiling brightly. "And it contrasts well with his pale skin.
Kakuzu growled in annoyance. "I know that this is something important and very meaningful to the both of you, but can we talk about something else? Romance is something I'm not too fond of," he grumbled, deciding to add something on the end. "Pardon my rudeness, Itachi."
"You're excused," the Uchiha muttered, not minding to permission for a subject change. He didn't like his feelings being out in the open for too long, anyway. "Now," his eyes became cold and hard. "Let's talk about Orochimaru and Oto."
xXxXx
Naruto sighed and fell back onto his and Sasuke's bed, clad in a pair of long, black and red checkered boxers. His sleeping shirt was tight and black, pulled up on his stomach, revealing his abs that matched his frame perfectly. His hair was damp and messy around his face from just leaving the shower, and he waited impatiently for Sasuke to come out of the bathroom. Really, how long did it take for a man to prepare for bed?
"Sasuke," he whined, rolling onto his stomach and flopping to the middle of the bed. He jutted his bottom lip out in a Silo-like manner and swung his legs back and forth behind him, waiting for the raven to emerge from the bathroom. They'd been working on their sexual attraction toward each other various times that day, just muttering sexy things to each other to see what kind of reactions they caused. The silly actions seemed to have worked, though, since Naruto was getting used to the idea of making love with the bastard. It was appealing and quite attractive at that point in time.
Sasuke came out of the bathroom a few moments later, flipping of the light switch in the bathroom, along with the one in the bedroom. The darkness flooded into the room quickly and moonlight streaked through the blinds and into the room, creating thin strips of moonlight on the floor by the foot of the bed.
"You're too impatient," he snorted and got into bed, immediately finding himself being pressed down against the mattress by two very large hands. The weight wasn't unbearable and he could smell his lover's minty breath that warmed his face.
Naruto grinned. "You must be a magician, Teme, because you were able to make me sexually attracted to you within two days," he spoke, slightly amazed. "I guess everyone's right when they say Uchiha's get what they want, when they want, however they want it."
The raven scoffed, but lifted his head to move his lips close to the blond's. "I must say, you boosted my ego quite a bit there."
Laughing handsomely, Naruto pressed his forehead against Sasuke's and their noses touched. He smiled in a way that reminded Sasuke of a prince, his deep blue eyes bright, even in the darkness.
"I don't want Eskimo kisses," Sasuke complained playfully, his heart warm in his chest. He was so close, he just wanted to swoop up and claim the lips that were rightfully his.
"Then kiss me the way you want to," Naruto breathed.
And Sasuke did just that, craning his neck forward just enough to latch onto those pink lips that were a only a little dry. But he took care of that problem with a flick of his tongue and a moist, airy moan. The mouth he claimed eagerly devoured his in return and he found his head back on the pillow and his back arching in pleasure as those warm hands ran down his shoulders, across his chest (fingers dancing over his ribs), and to his exposed sides.
At the moment, his fingers seemed scorching hot, burning the pale skin in the most pleasurable of ways.
He wouldn't deny the fact that he wanted to have sex with Naruto.
He just knew that it was too soon. He'd have to wait a few more nights until he could go all the way with Naruto; it didn't feel right yet.
Pulling back, he inhaled shakily and opened his eyes, which he hadn't even noticed he's closed. His cheeks were flushed and he almost laughed at how silly his boyfriend's hair looked, the locks sticking up in all different directions. Reaching up, he ran his fingers through the golden strands and fixed them to his liking, sighing in a content manner as Naruto moved to the side and laid beside him, tugging him against his chest with his strong arms.
"Ahhh, how someone like you managed to steal my heart, I'll never know," he joked and placed his head close to Sasuke's, their breaths mingling together. "Because you're not a very good kisser."
The raven scrunched his nose up in annoyance, but as a light kiss was placed on his lips, that feeling disappeared and was replaced with the exhaustion he'd felt before getting ready for bed. He unconsciously leaned in closer to Naruto, his eyelids heavy. He was sure his lover would tease him later for falling asleep right after such a steamy kiss, but he didn't care.
Naruto smiled against his lips.
"G'night, Teme, sweet dreams."
And with that, Sasuke drifted off.