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The spinning blades of a helicopter echoed loudly from the rooftop of the corporate building as it prepared to take off. Sasuke clicked his seatbelt into place and gave the go-ahead to the pilot operating the controls. He grinned and waved at Shizune who was seeing him off before she quickly stepped back inside to escape the strong gusts of wind and turbulence.
Naruto tapped his left cheek with his finger as he scrolled through emails on his work computer. The loud hums of the helicopter quickly dissipated as it got farther and farther away. Sasuke must be en route to visit his parents. 'Didn't think he had a helicopter, too.' Naruto kept telling himself to stop being surprised by everything the CEO possessed, but he couldn't help it. Everything Sasuke owned, touched, and wore was impressive. Even if Naruto looked at the walls of this building, he could tell there were some extra levels of care and design put into them. Sasuke and his family seemed to strive on perfection. It must be tiring.
At that moment, Naruto began to wonder more about Sasuke's family. He remembered the male stating that they knew of his sexuality. Though, Naruto doubted they knew much more than that; they didn't really need to. Sasuke's hobbies were… indelicate. To say the least. The blonde kind of wished he had asked more about what Sasuke's parents were like. Were they really that pompous? He was so morbidly curious. Maybe he could inquire more when the CEO came back. A sudden vibration from his cellphone snapped Naruto from his current thoughts.
『 "Don't slack off." 』
Sasuke - Message Received 9:30 am
『 "Can't you say something sexier like 'I'll miss you, Daddy'?" 』
Naruto - Message Sent 9:30 am
『 "I'm not saying that." 』
Sasuke - Message Received 9:31 am
『 "Say it or no sex for a month. 😈" 』
Naruto - Message Sent 9:31 am
There wasn't a reply for a while before Sasuke answered.
『 "Fine. I'll miss you" 』
Sasuke - Message Received 9:35 am
『 "Daddy 😒" 』
Sasuke - Message Received 9:39 am
『 "Aww, I'll miss you too~ 😘" 』
Naruto - Message Sent 9:40 am
Sasuke didn't reply with another text. Naruto laughed. He couldn't be sure if Sasuke cringed or not, but either way he was certain the reaction and look upon his face was priceless. Secretly, he hoped it made the male blush but that probably didn't happen. He continued to do his work.
Sasuke let out a tired exhale as he stared at the phone screen in slight annoyance before pocketing it. He glanced out the window, trying to not let Naruto's childishness get to him. But that didn't stop the light dust of pink from tinting his cheeks. He waited anxiously and impatiently as the helicopter continued its route to Osaka. They would be arriving in another twenty minutes or so. He was grateful for the clear weather as it allowed him to avoid having to go to the airport and take his private jet. Less people to deal with this way. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to rest until then. By the time they landed, Sasuke had mentally prepared himself for his arrival to his family's estate.
He got off the helicopter and just as quickly entered a car that was waiting for him; Kiba was the driver. They traveled for about another ten minutes until the car turned onto a gravel path and into a bamboo grove. Hues of green and tan leaves and shoots obscured their vision on either side until the appearance of black iron gates came into view; tall stone walls with carvings disallowed any unwanted guests from going further. On the other side of said gates, was the elegant and not far off view of a luxurious estate with decadent landscaping and perfectly trimmed green grass and hedges. Another bodyguard who was already waiting for their arrival opened the gates to allow them to drive through. Once they were parked in front of the huge mansion, Sasuke finally got out of the car. He inhaled as a cool breeze blew through his black hair. A few honeybees buzzed around him, foraging the sweet nectar of hydrangeas scaling the exterior of the home. The black and crimson doors of the mansion would have looked intimidating to anyone else, but Sasuke casually approached them with grace.
"Welcome home, young master." A butler and several maids greeted him as the doors opened and he stepped onto plush, red carpet. He took his shoes off and handed his coat to one of the wait staff. "Your mother and father are waiting for you in the study."
Sasuke nodded and proceeded to make his way there. The halls were empty and quiet, save for a few maids tending to their duties and bowing before his presence. And perhaps it would have remained calm and quiet if not for a child wearing an orange mask running amok.
"Oh! Young Master Tobi, please don't run in the hallways! You will break something again!" A maid fussed, trying to no avail to catch the fleeing child who had a bubble blower in his hand.
"Ahaha!" The boy laughed, making the maid run in circles. "Tobi is too quick! You can't catch him~" He teased, darting past the bust of a statue and nearly causing it to tip over and fall had it not been for the maid quickly grabbing it in the nick of time.
"T-Tobi!" The maid yelled.
"Hahaha!" The boy paid her no mind as he cheerfully continued to saunter about.
Sasuke sighed and shook his head. He frowned as he marched towards the boy and snatched the toy from him. "Tobi." His stern voice was enough to make the boy stop in his tracks.
"Ah, S-Sasuke!" The boy panicked, lifting the plastic orange mask from his face and smiling with wide, bright red eyes. "Tobi was only playing!"
Sasuke knelt down, bringing himself to the child's eye level. "You can't run around in the halls like this. Or father will fuss you again. And I doubt you want that."
"Er, n-no…" He said meekly, looking away.
"Then start behaving yourself. I'm not around like I used to be to keep Madara from disciplining you when he finds out about your behavior." He warned.
"I-I know..." Tobi murmured. "Daddy is so mean. He makes me do so much work and reading. Tobi hates it." He pouted.
Sasuke returned the bubble blower to him. Then gave the young child a pat atop the head. "He only wants what's best for you. Keep doing your studies and you'll end up being just as smart as me." He smiled.
"Ok!"
"And what about Shisui? Has he been well?"
"Uh-huh!" Tobi nodded, spinning in a circle with his bubbles. "I don't know where he is right now, but big bro is doing ok! Should I go and get him?"
"No, not now. I have to go meet with mother and father."
"Oh you gotta talk to auntie and uncle? Ok..." The child sighed, seemingly disappointed. "Come back and play with me when you finish, cousin! Promise me, ok?!"
Sasuke smiled. "I promise. I'll even buy you new toys." He watched as Tobi seem to cheer with content at that idea and then he wandered off somewhere else. Hopefully to a place where he wouldn't cause trouble or annoy the estate's staff. He was honestly a good kid, but way too free spirited. With that, Sasuke continued making his way to the study. Once there, he knocked and waited for permission to enter.
"Mother. Father. It's me." He stated.
"Come in~" A woman's voice chimed from the other side.
Sasuke opened the door. A man with ebony colored hair sat across from a woman with longer, darker hair; a table consisting of an ornate pink and mint colored tea set, snacks, and a shogi board was situated between them. A maid was in the process of refilling their teacups before bowing and dismissing herself to give the family privacy.
"Sasuke." The man spoke the CEO's name with calm, yet there was still a sternness to his voice. His arms were crossed over his chest which while not as muscular as Naruto's, still withheld a bit of build to it despite his age.
"Hello, father." Sasuke returned the greeting. "And mother." He bowed once he was at the table.
"You don't have to be so formal." His mother giggled. "Come. Sit with us." She gestured to a chair in between them.
Sasuke seated himself at the table and glanced at the shogi board; looked like they were done playing but he had no idea who won or lost. The pieces seemed to be all over the place. He poured himself a cup of tea.
"Tell me. How has work been?" His mother, Mikoto, asked. "You aren't having to bend over backwards to keep on top of things, are you?"
Bending over? Yes. Backwards? Possibly soon. "No. Everything has been fine, mother. The same as usual. The higher ups have been doing their jobs accordingly and other execs are wishing to partner with us in the future. But it will be a while before anything follows suit."
"I see." She nodded. Her gaze then went over to Fugaku. "Honey?"
"Mm…" The man seemed to ponder for a moment before finally speaking. "Sasuke. About you and Sakura-"
"I already told you. Our relationship is a non-issue."
"Yes, yes. You say that every time. But are you sure that you really are up to the task of taking over the company and managing on your own? You have done well with fixing Madara's mess ups, even if it was not planned. But I still cannot help but to find myself concerned." He sighed. "If Itachi's condition does not improve, then what are you going to do?"
"I'm sorry that we called you out to have this conversation again, Sasuke." Mikoto looked at her son sadly. "But we want you to know that we support whatever choices you make. If things do not work out between you and Sakura, perhaps you should consider looking into an heir."
Sasuke grit his teeth, but held his composure. He already knew that this was what they wanted to talk to him about. He exhaled softly and took a sip of the tea. He then forced a smile on his face. "I am quite happy with the way things are and I am confident that I can provide a suitable heir with Sakura." He assured. "I'm certain that she would not mind bearing my children so that we can have successors to continue managing the company." All it took was the same bit of lip service he had been feeding them before. Sakura was his cover; she was his cover for everything including any kind of marital affairs or relationships that came up.
"Oh, really?" Fugaku replied, frowning. "Well. Let's hear what Sakura has to say about that."
Sasuke rolled his eyes. This game again. He set the teacup down and leaned back in the chair, folding his arms as he waited for his father to dial Sakura's number and start a video call. Fugaku then picked up a remote from the table and aimed it a tv in the room; eventually the built-in bluetooth would connect to the phone and Sakura's face appeared on the screen as she answered the call.
"Oh! Mr. and Mrs. Uchiha!" She bowed through the screen. "Did you need something?" Her green eyes glanced between the couple and their son in the room.
"We're very sorry to bother you, Sakura." Mikoto apologized.
"Not a bother at all!" She smiled.
"Sakura, would you mind easing my parents minds about us?" Sasuke asked, immediately queuing her in on what this was about.
"Ah... um..." Sakura seemed hesitant to answer.
"Yes, and while you're at it, why don't you tell Sasuke the big news we learned about." Fugaku added.
Sasuke looked at his father then at Sakura, raising a brow in the process. "The big news?"
"..."
"Sakura?" Sasuke's voice started to raise concern. "Sakura, what is he talking about? What big news? Are you... are you pregnant?"
The woman's face turned bright red. "NO YOU MORON! Why would I get pregnant at a time like this?!" She yelled. Then catching herself, she blushed again and covered her mouth. After regaining her composure, she sighed and looked at Sasuke. "I wanted to tell you this in person before you met your parents." She muttered, pausing and twirling a lock of pink hair around her finger. "But I was recently approached for a contract overseas. In the United States. And I said yes."
Sasuke's eyes widened. "What?"
"Sasuke, you know it's always been my dream to perform outside of Japan someday! And I'm not letting this chance slip away from me! I'm sorry but... things aren't going to work out anymore." She stated. "I really wanted to tell you sooner and discuss it with you. I thought maybe we could get together and celebrate. I'm sorry." The girl looked downtrodden on the screen.
All eyes were back on Sasuke then. To say that the CEO was panicking was an understatement; he was almost hysterical. On the one hand, he was happy that his childhood friend could accomplish her dreams. But on the other, that meant he had no one else to fall on and keep up a front. Of course he could always pay some other classy and dignified woman to be his stand-in lover, but that would still only last for so long and the reason why he and Sakura's relationship worked out so well was because they knew of each other's situations and it allowed them to have more freedom while keeping the media at bay. But now that was gone.
Fugaku frowned. "I do not appreciate you trying to keep this from me and your mother!" His voice was louder this time, but just stable enough to not let it echo in the quiet room. "As you can clearly see, Sakura has her own dreams and desires while you fruitlessly idle around trying to find yours. I certainly hope you can provide a better response than what you previously stated, Sasuke."
Sasuke was quiet, averting his gaze as he tried and failed to come up with a reply.
Mikoto then spoke up. "What we're trying to say is, we understand why you and Sakura aren't going to work out, Sasuke. But we also do not wish for you to be alone." She consoled, trying to articulate her words carefully. "Have you considered seeing any other people? Is there someone you might be interested in? I'm sure there's a nice young man out there who will support you and what you do."
A nice young man? Wait. That's it. Sasuke might have hope of getting out of this awkward situation after all. "Well actually... yes, mother. I do have an eye on someone. And I may have actually been seeing them as well."
Her eyes lit up. "You have? Oh that's so great to hear!"
Perfect. He was luring her in. Sasuke scratched the back of his head. "I'm sorry. I was too embarrassed to say anything and I feared what you and father might think. So I lied. I know you'd like me to continue the family lineage and all."
"Oh, honey." She flicked her wrist. "You don't have to worry about that. You can always adopt!" She glared at Fugaku and dared him to ruin this delicate moment.
Fugaku cleared his throat. "Well... I suppose I can allow that. But are they someone worth your time? How are they financially? And do they maintain a good public image?" He asked, screening Sasuke for more details. He wouldn't allow just any mere individual to be with his son, regardless of Mikoto's stance.
"Yes." Sasuke nodded. "He procures a job in law. He's very professional and charismatic. Pretty well known around the industry and he's won all of his court cases." An obvious lie; Naruto wasn't even actively practicing to his knowledge. "And he even has ties with the military." Sasuke added. Naruto mentioned something about his grandfather being a veteran didn't he? Close enough. "I recently hired him to work at the company as a process server. But he doesn't really need the job to stay afloat since he brings in plenty of money on his own. He's more-or-less helping me do damage control." He scoffed. "Overall, he's a well-managed, adjusted individual with a lot of charm and intellectual backing. I think he qualifies for everything I'd want in a potential partner. He's an even better law practitioner than Orochimaru." Sasuke falsely boasted.
"Hmm." Fugaku seemed skeptical.
"Well now, he sounds absolutely perfect! Doesn't he, dear?" Mikoto looked at her husband for approval.
Fugaku folded his arms. "He certainly does. Considering it's the first time I'm hearing of him." He lifted a brow. "And just what was his name again?"
"Naruto." Sasuke avoided giving a last name hoping that his father wouldn't pry further. But upon seeing the old man's face, it was clear that he still wasn't quite buying it.
"Oh, uh-" Sakura quickly chimed in next. "He's real; I've met him!" She stated. "At the uh... party! Yeah remember the faculty party at the hotel with all of the execs and business scouts? He was there! Real upstanding guy! Total hunk! Definitely Sasuke's type! Confirmed it for myself!"
'Sakura, please.' Sasuke cleared his throat and looked at his parents. "Yes, he certainly has a rather attractive... personality. It was a real shame you weren't able to make it that day." He said, feigning sadness. "I would have loved to introduce you to him properly before all of this."
"I see." Fugaku seemed to relax his composure a bit. "Then I look forward to meeting him at the gala."
"Oh yes, the gala! I nearly forgot!" Mikoto expressed. "Sasuke, you simply must bring him! I want to meet him for myself plus it would be a great opportunity to introduce him to the family. Oh, and you must come too, Sakura! I look forward to seeing your lovely smile again in those gorgeous dresses that you wear!"
Sakura blushed. "Oh, y-yes ma'am! Of course!"
Sasuke then feigned a downtrodden look. "While I appreciate the support you are willing to show me, mother, I worry that others will not approve."
"Hm? What are you saying, dear?"
"What I'm saying is whether or not you support me, people on the outside will be quick to oppose it. So that's why…" He sighed. "That is why I want to maintain a good public image. Especially after the lawsuit that happened. Coming out on top of that would be detrimental. It is why Sakura and I continued to keep up our façade." Sasuke may have driven himself into a corner, but there was still a way out of it. While his mother was more open and accepting of his homosexuality, his father was still naturally finnicky and on the fence about it. He sought to use that to his advantage.
"Sasuke, we told you not to keep fretting about that." His mother doted. "Your uncle and Orochimaru already took care of things. And if anything, we gained more positive attention than negative when it was finally sorted and you stepped up. The people who will have anything negative to say regarding any relationship you show yourself in will be the minority, not the majority. I assure you."
"I suppose so." He said, staring at the table. "But I don't want to risk that. Father, I'm sure you understand." He looked at the man with a falsely pained and saddened expression. When silence finally befell the room, Sasuke felt he had won. He wanted to give himself a mental pat on the back, but he needed to keep his grip on his mother's heartstrings while also expressing the reality of the potential situation to his father, who was more concerned about status. He had them both reeled in. At least until he was able to come up with a more elaborate lie.
"Hmm..." Fugaku closed his eyes and grumbled under his breath. He seemed to be thinking deeply as his foot slid against the carpet. Then he sighed. "Sasuke, I will make a deal with you."
"Huh?" Sasuke's head motioned back upwards to look at the man quizzically.
"If you can prove to me that you aren't lying to my face again and present that young man to the gala, he turns out to be as upstanding as you say he is, and you can also give a PR statement regarding the company's past affairs and future going forward before the year is over, then I will allow whatever relationship you so desire to happen. But, you must also present an heir! Whether that is through adoption or surrogacy. Of course, your mother and I will be helping you to choose who your heir or surrogate is. In exchange, you have your own choice of romantic partner. Does that sound fair?"
Sasuke stared at Fugaku, speechless. Shit, shit, shit. This not only backfired, but it sounded completely reasonable and doable. How could he say no? But if he said yes then he would really, truly have to back up all the claims he made. And while not every thing he said about Naruto was a lie, the blonde was far fucking away from being anything related to rich, dignified, and well established in anything. For a second he panicked and his eyes darted to Sakura on the television screen. But all she could do was look away as if to say, 'This is your mess.'
"Well, Sasuke?" His father was still waiting on an answer.
"I..." Sasuke swallowed thickly, before finally forcing out a reply. "I accept."
"Good." Fugaku sat up in his chair. "I'm going to trust you, Sasuke. I understand that you have your own life you want to live and... while it may be different from what I'd like, I can't very well force it to happen and expect you to be happy." He said, albeit in an awkward stance. It was the best form of 'I love you, but don't screw it up.' Sasuke was going to get.
"Thank you for this chance, father." Sasuke bowed. "And you as well, mother."
"Oh honey, I'm confident you can pull it off." She gave the male a knowing wink. Then she turned her attention to Sakura. "Do you have any objections, Sakura?"
"Huh? No way!" She grinned. "I'm happy that we could all work something out! But I really am sorry that we lied. And Sasuke, I should have tried to get in contact with you sooner. We probably could have avoided this mess."
"It's alright, Sakura. I am happy for you. You're free to act and do whatever you wish. We already told each other that we would support one another's decisions no matter what, remember?"
"Heh, yeah!" She giggled. "I've got to go. But I'll call you later, ok? We still need to properly celebrate!"
"Right."
Sakura gave her goodbyes to everyone and waved at the camera. Then she disconnected the call and the screen she was on turned off.
"Sasuke, make sure you inform Itachi of this as well." Fugaku stated.
"What? Ah, I mean... alright."
"His condition is still rather frail, but the doctor says that he is improving. His flare ups are getting less intense. In another year or possibly even in several months time, he may be back into top shape and then you will have less on your shoulders. He should be able to manage his condition on his own by then."
"...I understand."
"He asks about you all the time, you know?" Mikoto mentions, sipping tea from her cup. "Yet you hardly call him or make reservations at the hospital."
"Well he knows that I'm busy." Sasuke scoffed. "Besides, every time I go and see him, there's the media tailing me or something. Always wanting to do an interview with me or him. It's annoying even though he's in a private hospital."
"Then shall we have him brought home and taken care of here?" Fugaku suggested. "Since going out of your way to see him seems to be such an issue for you."
There was only silence from Sasuke at that.
"Are you and Itachi still not getting along?" Mikoto asked worriedly. "I know things between you two got rather rocky, but he still loves you all the same. We just want you to maintain a good relationship with your brother, that's all."
"Yes, mother." Sasuke answered. "I will go and see him. But right now, I am tired."
"Go ahead and rest." Fugaku urged. "We can continue our conversation a different time."
"Alright. Thank you." Sasuke stood up from his chair and bowed. He gave his mother a hug and his father patted him on the shoulder as he left the study.
Mikoto sighed. "I really do worry about him."
"Mm. Just give him time to sort things out." Fugaku then shook his head and sighed. 'I swear that boy better not be pulling my leg again.'
Once Sasuke was back in the hallway, he felt as if he were standing on a mountaintop. His entire body had frozen over and he feared that if he took a step, he'd shatter into metaphorical pieces on the ground. That's how fucked he realized he was. It wouldn't have been so bad if his parents hadn't already found about Sakura's contract before he came here, but then again, the truth would have come out one way or another. He still could have made it into a publicity stunt; saying that he and Sakura just weren't going to work out with her career advancing and then he wouldn't have to worry about the media for a while. But even that presented problems as a bachelor CEO with a loaded family would make him a prime target for other possible suitors; another reason why he kept Sakura as a front.
'Shit.' And it was only a matter of time before Sakura's overseas contract became public. It would be very soon; that's how quickly things moved with celebrities. Another issue, while less important, was his uncle. Madara was extremely homophobic and Sasuke knew that unless Naruto was the exception to every rule and the most amazing person in the world, the man would do everything in his power to try and fight his father on it. 'Ok, calm down. You can still make this work.' Sure Naruto wasn't perfect. But with a little - a lot - of elbow grease, he might be able to make this happen. Wait. Fuck, Naruto himself was still an issue because just how was he going to explain this series of events to the blonde? Sasuke brought a hand to his face. For all the times he called Naruto an idiot, he was starting to look like one himself. He let out a groan as he finally willed himself to move from the spot in front of the door, only to flinch when a voice spoke up beside him.
"You really fucked up, huh?"
"Don't start with me, Kiba." Sasuke griped. Then he looked at the guard. "Were you here eavesdropping the whole time?"
"I don't need to eavesdrop. Your face says it all."
"Arf!" Akamaru barked, as if to agree with the male.
"Shut up and don't bother me. And not a word of this to anyone, regardless of whether or not you heard anything."
"Got it, boss." Kiba grinned. He walked off with Akamaru, leaving the man to brood.
Sasuke walked down the hallway with the intention of going to his bedroom chambers to call it a day. He needed to rest. And seriously think about what just transpired. When he opened the door, however, he was met with an unexpected sight. A young adult male with spiky, black hair was playfully poking at a crow perched atop a hat rack. It cawed at him and bit one of his fingers.
"Ow! That really hurt, Kurasu!" The young man said, pointing the same bitten finger at the bird. "I thought Sasuke taught you not to bite."
"If you pester him like that, then don't complain when he bites." Sasuke scolded. "And what are you doing in my room, Shisui?"
"Hm?" Bright red eyes looked at Sasuke with fondness. "Oh, you're here, Sasuke! Didn't notice you." He started walking in the direction of his cousin and smiled. "Did you miss me?"
"No."
"That's mean." He sighed, closing his eyes and feigning a hurt look.
"Shisui, I really don't have time for-"
"So aunty and uncle found about you lying, huh?"
"Alright, now I need you to leave."
"Aww! Why? Come on, tell me the details! She's going to the United States, right?"
"Yes. And I assume mother and father told you when they found out?"
"No, I eavesdropped with Kiba."
"...get out."
"Wow, you're in a pissy mood." Shisui chuckled. "Your tone of voice says it all."
Sasuke frowned. "Shisui, let me help you find the door." He grabbed the male by the shoulders, spun him around, and ushered him towards the hallway.
"Oh come on!" He pouted. "I would have found it myself. Eventually."
"No, your blind ass would have found my foot to your back."
"Fine I'm going." Shisui grumbled. "But you'd better come and tell me all about your office ventures later! You really need to get lai-"
Sasuke slammed the door shut in his face. He ignored Shisui whining on the other side and wandered over to his bed. He sat on the edge and took off his coat and tie. Finally. He was alone. After sitting and absorbing himself in the silence, he took out his cell phone to check the time: 11:15am. Still a lot of the day to go. And a lot more of avoiding doing the things he needed to do to make the time actually pass. Since he'd already showered before coming, he turned on the television. There was a news report playing.
『 "...and more tonight on the homicide of a woman just outside of her apartment. The culprit was nowhere to be seen and the murder weapon, suspected to be that of a knife, was also missing. Investigators are saying that this looks like-" 』
Sasuke changed the channel; he wasn't particularly interested in something so morbid right now. He settled on a mystery drama that was playing instead. He began changing into something more comfortable and casual; a white shirt and dark blue denim jeans. It was fine to wear right now since he wasn't expecting any meetings or calls. That was one of the great things about visiting his parents; he didn't have to worry about work. He moved to seat himself in a chair in front of the tv and don his laptop.
Just as he opened the browser page to Facebook, Sakura called. He dragged his mouse to the center of the screen and initiated a voice call.
"Hey, Sakura."
"Jesus, Sasuke! What the hell happened back there?!"
"What do you mean? I was just as shocked as you were! Damn it, why didn't you tell me sooner about the whole contract thing!"
"I was trying to! You never returned my calls or voicemails! Then I got busy signing all of the paperwork, and meeting up with lawyers, and oh my god there was so much. Time just got away from me." She exclaimed. "I had my agent answering all of my phone calls, and he accidentally let it slip to your dad that I was busy with contract work. That's how they found out before I could tell you."
"For fuck's sake."
"Look, don't be too mad at my agent for it. He sees your parents as family so he probably thought it was ok to tell them. Ugh. I should have told him not to say a word regardless! Things just got so hectic."
Sasuke moved a strand of hair from his face. "Yeah, it's been busy for me, too. I'm sorry that I didn't get around to returning your calls. I really am sorry, Sakura." He clicked a picture of Sakura on his news feed and then smiled. "But I'm happy for you, too."
"Awww, thanks, hun!" Her voice sounded absolutely delighted on the speaker. "But Sasuke, what about you? Are you seriously going to go through with your dad's offer?"
"...I haven't figured it out yet."
"Sasuke!"
"What? I've been lying this whole time! What makes now any different?"
"Sasuke, your mom and dad really want this for you! This isn't something you should lie about!" She expressed. "And... are you even going to tell Naruto about this?"
"I don't know yet."
"Oh my god! You can't do something like this and leave him in the dark! The guy is nice but he hardly meets the standard your dad is expecting!"
"I know, Sakura!" He inadvertently yelled before sighing. "I know. I just need time. There's still a few months before the gala. I can figure things out."
"Sasuke..." Sakura's voice sounded worried. "You know I'm here if you need me, right? Maybe I can postpone the contract."
"No!" His voice rose. "I don't want you to do that. This is my mess to sort through. Just leave it to me, Sakura. I'll work on something. Naruto really isn't that bad. I got to know him a bit more and... well, apart from saying cheesy shit and possibly owning a fake driver's license because I don't how the fuck he got it otherwise, he's actually quite competent."
"Uh-huh. And again, is this something you plan on working with him on? I mean, he still deserves to know."
"Sakura, look. Just keep quiet about this, alright? He doesn't need to know anything right now. Got it?"
The woman sighed. "Fine. Got it."
"Okay. We'll chat later."
"Alright. Bye."
The duo hung up. Then Sasuke ran a hand through his hair. He really didn't think this through. But he also didn't think that his dad would be willing to negotiate with him either. That was rarer than finding a pink pearl inside of a clam. Who would just throw something like that away? 'Damn it. I can't deal with this right now.' For as long as this remained fresh on Sasuke's mind, he wouldn't be able to think properly. He needed to distract himself and then drive himself crazy. He looked at the Facebook homepage on his laptop's screen. Well speaking of Naruto, Sasuke began to wonder what kind of social media he had. If he was going to use the blonde as any kind of influence, it only made sense to pry into his personal life and online hobbies just a bit, right?
Sasuke typed Naruto's name into the search bar. A matching profile came up. The blonde's avatar was a goofy, younger version of himself; possibly during the time he was in college or earlier. Odd. Did he not use the account much? Sasuke decided to just take the chance and send a friend request. Then he searched for him on Instagram. Luckily it was easy enough since he had linked the two accounts and Sasuke wouldn't have to guess what his username was. Looked like he had some public photos, too. He browsed through them. There were mostly pictures of him and his cousin, and the majority of others were just pictures of food he was eating, or doing mundane things like petting a dog or pointing at something. Figures. After scrolling more, the notice came up that he'd have to follow Naruto to see the rest of his content. So he followed him.
And speaking of follow, surely Naruto possessed a Twitter account. Who doesn't in this day and age? But he wasn't sure what his tagline was and it wasn't linked to any of his prior social media accounts. So he opted to just run his name through google. He didn't think it would work, but to his surprise, a Twitter with his name associated came up. Unfortunately, his profile was private. However, upon seeing that the avatar was a picture of Kurama-kun, Sasuke knew it had to be the blonde. So he sent a follow request. Then he closed out the tab and went back to Google. He decided to snoop a bit more. He came across regular things viewable to the public such as where he went to college, possible addresses from those obnoxious pay-to-use doxxing sites, and... the police department? Sasuke rose a brow. Why would Naruto's name be associated with the police department?
'Idiot's probably got a warrant for not paying speeding tickets on time or something.' Sasuke couldn't resist clicking the link. If that were the case, then he'd definitely make fun of the man for something like that. Although, his background check did run clean. Still, it could have just dropped off his record. Unfortunately, what came up wasn't what Sasuke was expecting. Sasuke was brought to a page displaying high-ranking officers in the department and their job positions and titles. One of them looked strikingly similar to Naruto. His name was, "Inoichi Yamanaka?" Now why did that sound and look familiar. 'Wait, isn't that...' Sasuke had nearly forgotten; weren't they pulled over last night? And if Sasuke heard everything correctly, the cop responsible was someone Naruto called uncle.
'So this is his uncle, huh?' Sasuke clicked on the officer's picture, and little bits of info about him came up such as a work phone number and a short bio. On top of being a police officer, Inoichi was also a private detective. It seemed he had managed solve quite a number of local homicide cases around the district and was renowned for his prowess. Well, at least that explained Naruto's obsession with studying law and wanting become a prosecutor. Just looking at the picture of his uncle, Sasuke could tell that he was quite the stern individual. 'But I wonder why he won't talk about his family.' Sasuke thought. It seemed that Naruto was hesitant to even mention the smallest little bit about his family life outside of himself and maybe his cousin. Not only that, but if his uncle is a private detective, then it should be pretty easy for him to find a firm and start taking on cases. Maybe Naruto just wasn't ready yet? Or he had other plans on the back burner?
Sasuke closed the page. He decided to stop snooping after that even if he was still curious. He doubted that he could find or get any more information about Naruto without asking him directly; he seemed especially private. Unless… Sasuke searched for Naruto on MySpace. He was purely doing this for shits and giggles. And he was not disappointed at the result he got. A cringy profile came up of Naruto with a bunch of horribly filtered high school pictures. There was an edgy bio description of him written in gothic text. Some song was playing in the background; it sounded like something from a boyband. He looked at the playlist and read the band's name. 'Rookiez is Punk'd? The hell is that?' And in giant bold letters, the phrase 'BELIEVE IT!' scrolled across the top of the screen in a banner-like fashion with a chibi picture of the kitsune character Naruto liked. Sasuke had no clue what he was looking at, but the fact that it existed at all made it a national treasure. He debated sending a friend request just for laughs.
An incoming call then interrupted his browsing. It was Madara. He stared at the screen, pondering on whether or not he should answer. He didn't. And the phone rang once more from the man before he seemingly finally gave up. Sasuke doubted that his father told the news of their conversation to his uncle already, but he wasn't ready to take that risk. Besides, he was definitely in no mood to chat with him whether it was urgent or not. Remembering the conversation he had with Naruto the day prior, Sasuke tried to hold back a chuckle. The blonde certainly had a way with words, but his insults were sharper than the edge on his MySpace account.
More time went by, and Sasuke found himself eventually wondering what Naruto was up to. Usually he'd find something to distract himself when he was visiting the estate, but Sasuke really didn't have the urge to leave his room at the moment. Then he had a thought. How would Naruto react if he started sending him dirty texts or pictures while he was at work? That sounded fun. Especially since he was to be expecting some form of punishment when he returned. Just the thought alone was enough to give life to Sasuke's cock and he shifted a bit on the bed.
Ping! A notification popped up on his phone. Naruto accepted his friend request on Facebook. Sasuke smirked. Perfect. Certainly the blonde wouldn't mind if he used him for some prime jerk off material. He brought up the app on his phone, and immediately went through Naruto's photos. Thankfully, despite the old image he was using as a profile picture, the ones he shared recently seemed more up to date. Oh wait, didn't he say that he worked out a lot? Sasuke's thumb flicked at the screen in an almost aggressive manner. 'Let's see...' Ramen, some red haired chick, pictures of his car... a lot of pictures of his car. Nothing fun or interesting. Geez, just how many pictures of random or mundane shit did Naruto take? Most of the pictures looked like they were retakes of something that he still uploaded online. 'Just share the one that came out right, idiot!' But then Sasuke had to pause on a picture of Naruto awkwardly standing in front of a blown out oven with a burnt dish of food in it that caught fire. Ok, that was pretty funny. Not what Sasuke needed at the moment, but funny.
After more prolonged scrolling, Sasuke was rewarded for his persistence. He came across a couple of photos of Naruto washing his car; there were thick suds sticking to his chest and arms while sunlight kissed his skin. Sasuke took the time to admire it before swiping to the next image. There were more images of Naruto working out at the gym. And there was a selfie he took of himself holding the camera up at an angle, and smiling with his shirt off; sweat was dripping down his pectorals and abs. 'Holy fuck.' That image immediately roused a reaction out of the Uchiha. If this was a thirst trap, then it worked. He unzipped his pants and lowered the waistband of his boxers; then licked the palm of his hand and started stroking his dick.
Ping!
『 "wyd? Saw your friend requests." 』
Naruto - Message Received 11:40 am
Sasuke snapped a photo of his cock in his hand and sent it to Naruto.
『 "Jerking off to pics of you." 』
Sasuke - Message Sent 11:41 am
『 "Seriously? At your parents place?" 』
Naruto - Message Received 11:41 am
『 "Fucking pervert" 』
Naruto - Message Received 11:42 am
The reaction he got from the blonde amused Sasuke. He knew that Naruto was at work right now. He could easily scold him and tell him to get off his phone, but where was the fun in that? He continued jerking to the picture, focusing on Naruto's stark pair of blue eyes, then his chest. What would it feel like to slide his dick in between those taut, muscular pecs? Sasuke only felt his cock get harder at the thought. His hand slid more, occasionally focusing on the glans to ride off more of that sweet pleasure.
『 "I should make you wear a harness." 』
Naruto - Message Received 11:50 am
『 "And then make you wait another week." 』
Naruto - Message Received 11:51 am
Sasuke's breath hitched at the text. The name calling turning him on, but the threat intimidating him. He hated that the blonde could divide his feelings like this. He certainly lived up to his title, dominating each of Sasuke's emotions with minimal effort. Sasuke kept going though; he was already this far. Why stop? He flicked his thumb over to the next picture. This time it was of Naruto just getting out of the shower with a towel around his waist. Goddamn. Sasuke could just barely see the outline of his cock through the cloth. His muscles stood out even more in this one as it was not at an awkward angle. It looked as though he was standing in front of a mirror inside of the locker room, utilizing it for the selfie shot. Sasuke envisioned Naruto pushing him up against said lockers and plowing into him ruthlessly from behind. Then imagined the blonde making him ride his big cock on the bench while trying to keep his voice down. He sent the image to Naruto followed by a string of suggestive emojis.
『 "I'll fuck you in the shower if you want~" 』
Naruto - Message Received 11:54 am
『 "Will make a nice echo. Everyone will be able to
hear you scream." 』
Naruto - Message Received 11:54 am
『 "Can't make me scream if your dick's down my throat." 』
Sasuke - Message Sent 11:54 am
『 "Oh, is that what you want?" 』
Naruto - Message Received 11:55 am
Then, Naruto went quiet for a few minutes. Sasuke assumed that he got busy with work or something came up, so he continued jerking off to more pictures of him. And then, a new message popped up on his phone. When he went to check, Sasuke's eyes widened; it was a picture of Naruto sitting at a desk with his cock out and the tie to his uniform in his mouth with a smirk. The top half of his face was hidden, obstructing the obviously lascivious gaze that the CEO knew he was making through the screen.
『 "You want it, Sasuke?" 』
Naruto - Message Received 12:00 pm
『 "Fuck. You'd better not get caught. I swear if anyone else sees your dick,
I'm going to fire you." 』
Sasuke - Message Sent 12:00 pm
『 "I'm sitting in your desk right now. Thinking about how I'm gonna fuck you!" 』
Naruto - Message Received 12:01 pm
『 "I want to see you drop to your knees as soon as you get home." 』
Naruto - Message Received 12:01 pm
『 "Yes, sir!" 』
Sasuke - Message Sent 12:02 pm
『 "Call me what I told you to call me this morning." 』
Naruto - Message Received 12:02 pm
Sasuke bit his lip as he sent the next text.
『 "Yes, daddy." 』
Sasuke - Message Sent 12:03 pm
『 "I'm going to fucking ruin you, Sasuke." 』
Naruto - Message Received 12:04 pm
『 "Gotta get back to work. Don't call me until you get back." 』
Naruto - Message Received 12:04 pm
And that was the end of the text conversation as Naruto went idle. Sasuke wanted to feel irritated; Naruto always had a way of leaving him hanging. Making him wait. Making him into a pleading, frustrated mess. Most of the other men or doms Sasuke had been with were the complete opposite. They couldn't keep their hands off of him; always wanting to please him and do what he wanted. And that only made the CEO desperately crave and want Naruto's touch all the more. It was almost starting to infuriate him. Being given and handed everything he wanted all his life, only for this ridiculously sexy blonde man to deny him of what he wanted most. How was it seductive yet abhorrent all at once?
Sasuke sighed as he went back to Facebook. Fuck it, he could still take care of himself. He swiped over to another picture of Naruto. This one of the blonde was a little bit more provocative, and seemed to be taken when he was still in his early twenties. Looking carefully, Sasuke noticed it looked like the locker room at the college they went to. 'Was this around the time he started working out?' In the picture Naruto was standing in front of a mirror, holding his phone up with a smirk as his left hand teasingly lowered the waistband of his workout shorts. One could only see his pubic hair and the thick base of his cock but nothing more. Was he always so well endowed? Sasuke damn near drooled at remembering the last time he had Naruto's cock in his mouth. He always tasted lightly of sweat, soap, or cologne. It was never an issue. But the smell of his arousal and his musk when he got turned on and fully erect was another story entirely. It always made Sasuke's mouth water.
"Mnn.." Sasuke's hand started to move faster. His eyes skimmed and traced every delectable line and feature of Naruto's toned body. Damn, if only they were still students. He would have had Naruto in his mouth under every table at the school. He would have hung out with him more only to make him rail him with his cock while he clung desperately to whatever wall he was pushed against. He would have found them a secret place to fuck, and then leave tally marks behind of how many times they did it there with only them knowing the story behind it. So many fantasies and ideas surged through Sasuke's mind. Had things been different, he definitely would have taken the chance to jump the blonde so quick, he wouldn't have known what hit him. But Sasuke knew better; it was too dangerous to attempt things like that. But he couldn't deny that more than once he'd ogled the blonde with a certain level of thirst he fought back purely to maintain his image. He wasn't desperate. But fuck, just the mere thoughts and ideas of everything he and Naruto would do - what they probably could do now if he decided to take up his father's offer. He'd make Naruto fuck him unabashedly right here in his very own bedroom and wouldn't care who heard. God he wanted the blonde so bad; he was pining more and more for his cock and his rough touches and caresses.
Sasuke hadn't even realized that the phone was now laying flat in his hand as his eyes were closed and he let his imagination run. "Nhh, haa~" Heated pants and soft moans came from his mouth. Flashes and images of Naruto flickered through his mind; he thought of the blonde throwing him to the floor and smacking him around while his body weight pinned him in place. Then he started to imagine, feel the touches, desires, promises, threats Naruto would say and then oblige him fully. Sasuke's cock was stiff, wet, and beyond aroused from all these thoughts as a flow of precum deliciously oozed from his urethra and more pressure started to build in his gut. He was close; he was so fucking close. So close to cumming, so close to getting back to the office, so close to meeting with those eyes of blue-
"Hah! Fu-" Sasuke stifled a moan, burying his face into the comforter as jizz spewed from his cock; he was able to stop it from staining the sheet by encircling his fist around the twitching head. He cursed at himself internally for not having a towel on standby. He let the last waves of his orgasm course through him before his breath evened out as he stared into space. He felt high, almost dizzy. Like he had completely lost his himself before coming back to his senses and now everything was perfect in the single moment of calm he had gotten since the day started. There was a thin sheen of sweat on his exposed thighs and under his shirt as he quickly cooled off from air from the A/C. After basking for several minutes, Sasuke went into the bathroom and cleaned up the mess he'd made. Before settling back down to rest, he sent the last picture he used to Naruto and a text.
『 "Not my proudest fap." 』
Sasuke - Message Sent 12:16 pm
『 "Fuck off! 😂" 』
Naruto - Message Sent 12:16 pm