Author's Note: ๐ญ๐ด, M/M, Mpreg, Mates, Limes & Lemons later on, so be forewarned
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Dinner with the Haruno's was possibly more awkward than dinner with the Hyลซga's. The pressure was so intense that it felt like it could break bones.
Sakura and Mebuki, my future wife's mother, tried their best to make me feel welcome, but her husband, Kizashi, seemed unsure about me. I don't think he was too fond of me. Perhaps he saw me as the one who caused his daughter so much despair.
"So, Sasuke," Kizashi spoke while looking at his bowl. His tone was cold.
"What caused the change of heart? Did you finally realize my daughter Is much too good for you?"
"Dad, please don't!" Sakura wailed, her face pinched with embarrassment.
"Traditionally when a young man asks for a daughter's hand in marriage, he consults the father firstโฆ Sakura, I guess your fiancรฉ doesn't find us important enough for that."
I sat at the dining table, feeling the tension between Kizashi and me. I knew I had hurt his pride because I failed to ask for permission for his daughter's hand in marriage. As my lips pressed together, I thought about telling him the truth - that I had no intention of marrying his daughter and was only using her to buy me some time.
However, I knew that wouldn't go over well. Trying to diffuse the situation, I turned my attention to the fancy white and blue porcelain bowl of rice that my future mother-in-law had placed in front of me.
"Thank you," I told her causing the blonde-haired woman to blush. She just nodded, turning away from me. I could see the similarities Sakura and her mother shared, they had the same forehead and facial features.
Despite the awkwardness, I couldn't help but appreciate the effort she had put into creating a perfectly shaped dome of rice.
"I hope you enjoy your meal we made fish with veggies and rice," Sakura proclaimed as she desperately tried to change the subject. Once they were finished serving us the mother-and-daughter duo had a seat.
Sakura sat next to me and Mebuki next to her husband. Once they were comfortably seated, I started to speak.
"My apologies, Kizashi-san. In my excitement, I forgot to consider you and your wife's feelings." Although I knew how to manipulate people to get what I wanted, I lacked empathy.
Most people didn't notice this because they were too focused on my words and body language.
However, my apologies lacked any real substance, just like the empty dinner plates between the four of us.
I could feel my heart race as Kizashi's gaze bore into mine. His graying hair and lined appearance made him appear even more menacing.
His intense scrutiny made me feel uneasy and self-conscious about my appearance. I found myself glancing down at my unbuttoned shirt and wrinkled pants, from visiting the waterfall before coming straight here.
Unexpectedly, I felt underdressed and out of place here. I heard a loud snort come from Kizashi which snapped me back to reality and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as he continued to scrutinize my face. I was infuriated by his feelings of superiority.
"Excitement... Can Uchiha's even get excited? Or feel for that matter." I did not know what the hell that was supposed to mean. His prejudice was evident in his tone. I don't know if it was just me or if he felt that way towards my clan, but I knew If I shoved my bowl down his throat, I was sure he wouldn't be doing much talking then.
"Father, please!" I heard Sakura's desperate pleas.
Despite my pride, I knew what to say to make him eat those words, I gave a small frown and downcasted my gaze.
"It's true what you say. After losing my family, clan, and alternately my identity, it made me cold and distant from everyone I know. In the past, I relied only on myself, but I want to change, start a new life, and perhaps even gain a family that can help me navigate through the same world that has hurt me." I said with an air of sadness. Kizashi had lowered his head and his shoulders slumped.
I believed that my words had affected him deeply. Good. As I glanced around the table, I noticed both Sakura and her mother gazing at me with tears in their eyes. I had played off their sympathy.
From that moment on I had them eating out the palm of my hand while a sense of power filled me. It was intoxicating, and I found myself feeling invincible.
After the dinner date, everything went smoothly. The Harunos were more susceptible to me being their future son-in-law.
On the second and alternately the third dinner date with her parents, they both welcomed me, and they even settled on a wedding date. I had three weeks to plan my death.
That's when the wedding was supposed to take place. Now was just the task of maintaining the facade as a dedicated fiancรฉ. I treated this as any other mission.
However, as the days went by, I started to feel a sense of guilt. Naruto's influence was seeping into me, causing me to second-guess my actions.
The first thing I did when I saw him at the arena was tell him what he wanted to hear.
There were certain aspects of my life that I omitted from my narrative. For instance, I didn't reveal that I had somehow gotten engaged to Sakura. I should have told him, but I didn't. I tried to convince myself this engagement was a calculated decision, and in doing so I was able to bide my time.
Despite my actions of omitting the truth, I tried to justify them by reasoning with myself. I convinced myself that it was necessary to deceive everyone if I wanted to achieve my goals and find a way back.
I never thought I would find a sense of belonging with demons, but during the engagement party with Naruto, I felt a strong camaraderie. It was a refreshing change from the strained relationships I had with my own people. He was the first person I had truly enjoyed spending time with, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected bond we sharedโฆ
I had to get back...
I rationalized that lying and deceiving was better than risking the lives of Naruto or his people.
However, deep down, I knew that my actions were not without consequences. The guilt weighed heavily on me, making it difficult to reconcile my actions with the person I wanted to be.
That night as I lay in my bed staring at my ceiling. I realized that I had become someone the younger me would have never imagined, and the weight of that truth was suffocating. I wanted to be better and do the right thing, a strained breath slipped from my lips while rolling onto my side, my gaze now fixed on the darkness of my room. It looked as I felt. Empty.
I felt my eyes narrow. Despite the guilt and the internal struggle, I was determined to return to him. No matter the cost. With him gone, I felt as if I had lost something.
The following morning, I was once again by Sakura's side, we were outside in the marketplace looking at all the flower arrangements, her wedding plans seemed trivial in comparison. I tried to listen and show interest, but my mind was constantly racing with ideas and fears.
The pressure to fake my death was consuming me, and I couldn't focus on anything else.
How could I make this plan work? Would anyone suspect that it was fake? The first week had already passed, and it was approaching the middle of the second week. I also felt no closer to finding a solution.
"You alright?" It took me a few seconds to realize she had stopped talking and was focused on me.
I nodded in reply.
"You seem preoccupied."
I don't know if the heavy sigh that escaped my lips was subconscious or intentional. I felt my internal mask slipping.
"Heh, I'm tired. I'm going to go lie down. I'll see you tonight." I forced a smile, leaning in to press my index and middle finger against her forehead before walking past her.
"Okay, get some rest," she said to my back. I could feel her gaze linger on me as she watched me leave.
Although it was still light outside, my apartment was dark when I entered. I had turned off all the lights. My apartment was my sanctuary, where I could relax and let my guard down. Without any hesitation, I walked straight to my room and crawled onto my mattress. Both my mind and body were exhausted.
I didn't intend to fall asleep, but I had. I did not know what time it was when I felt something brush my skin and, in that instant, my eyes shot open searching around my room.
I felt a sudden chill run through my body and my heart began to race. I quickly sat up and scanned my surroundings.
As I glanced around the room, my mind raced with thoughts of potential intruders. But then I noticed the culprit - a gust of wind had blown open my window. Relief washed over me as I closed the window and got back into bed, still feeling a bit unnerved. From then on, I made sure to double-check that all the windows were securely shut before going to sleep.
Before shutting my eyes that's when I heard movement in my room. Okay, now I knew someone was in here and I had a weapon within reach of my bed. As soon as I grabbed my katana the intruder was on top of me. I had my sword pressed against their throat.
It was the scent of oakmoss and lavender that caused the sword to fall slack in my hand. As my mood rose, my heart rate accelerated.
"Naruto?" I whispered.
I felt a rush of emotions as the blonde's warm lips met mine, his blue eyes glowing with intensity.
I couldn't believe how close we were, with the blade pressed against his throat.
But at that moment, all I could think about was his touch and the way he made me feel alive.
It was a kiss that held both danger and desire, and I couldn't resist the pull towards him. Everything else faded away as we lost ourselves in each other, our bodies pressed together in a passionate embrace.
I threw my katana to the side. He was the only thing on my mind.
I wanted to inquire about his presence and if anyone had seen him, but my thoughts were solely consumed by his delicate and alluring lips, which I couldn't help but long for.
With an overwhelming feeling of joy, I realized that he had returned to me. In the silence that enveloped us, my hands began to move of their own accord, gently removing his jacket and then his shirt.
Our kiss deepened, and his hands found their way into my hair, holding onto my locks with a newfound intensity. At that moment, words failed us, and all that mattered was the connection we shared and the sensation that grew between us.
The blonde ground his body against mine as our tongues danced. I hadn't realized just how much I missed his flavor, and it tingled throughout my body.
Our passion went wild as we tried desperately to merge on my mattress. He was moaning into my kiss, and the combination of his soft moans and the friction of our bodies ignited a fire within me. It was a sensation that I had longed for, and it finally felt like it was happening. How long had it been?
The sound of clothes being removed filled my room, creating a tantalizing atmosphere. The blonde and I, both eager to be rid of our barriers, clumsily fumbled with our pants and underwear.
I heard a faint chuckle escape from Naruto's lips, and as I gazed into his eyes, I noticed a hint of pink on his cheeks. His ears were down a sign indicating that he had succumbed to his vulnerability. Taking the initiative, I gently hooked the nook of his neck and pulled him towards me, initiating a deep and fervent kiss, followed by smaller possessive ones.
Breaking away from the kiss, I savored the flesh of his neck, dragging my tongue down his smooth skin, evoking a shiver down his spine. The taste of him, coupled with the intimacy of the gesture, intensified my craving. Taking my tongue, I guided it lower, kissing his collarbone and exploring his chest with my hands. I could feel his heart racing beneath my touch, and it made me hunger for more.
As I continued my sensual exploration, I lightly bit down on his nipple, eliciting a gasp from his lips. The combination of my tender kisses, gentle sucking, and teasing bites caused him to writhe.
He cupped my face, causing me to break away and look up at him. Our eyes met, and I felt a deep connection.
As he stared deeply into my eyes, he whispered, "I want you.". My face grew hot, but I nodded in agreement.
And he proceeded to straddle me, our bodies entwined, I found myself captivated by his seductive presence. The feel of his soft skin against mine ignited a spark that threatened to consume us both.
I could feel my member slide inside him with ease, hm. The sensation was overwhelming. With our bodies intertwined, my hands dragged down his sides and rested on his waist. I could feel every contour of his anus. It was warm and tight, and I realized I had missed this. I missed being inside of him. I was filled with a sense of excitement and fulfillment.
Our movements became synchronized, as our bodies ground and thrust together in a symphony of pleasure.
Time seemed to stand still, as we immersed ourselves in our world nothing else mattered. It was a moment where inhibitions melted away and nothing, but pure desire ruled this place we created.
While on top of me, he rode me, and a heat began to generate throughout my body from the earnest up and down motion that I received on my head and shaft. At this rate, I fear I won't last much longer. He moved with eagerness coaxing me to respond in return.
I don't know what it was that overtook me, but within that moment I had bitten down on his collarbone, all the while thrusting upwards, my right hand moving between us as I stroked him in tune with our body's rhythm. I could tell he enjoyed that a lot.
He sucked in a deep breath, as his back curved and he began to moan loudly. I needed him to be quiet, for both our sakes because the walls of this place were thin, way too thin, but the thought had left me when the walls inside of him narrowed around my member. He responded to my thrusting in kind.
In that moment, we were no longer separate beings, but two halves of a whole. The sound of my mattress squeaking was a mere footnote in the story of our shared feelings.
And so, we continued to dance, our bodies moved to the rhythm of our own need, until the stars faded, and we were left breathless, but I was not done, I wanted to explore every angle inside of him.
I had flipped him onto his stomach, pressing myself against his rear. The muscles on his back curved as I leaned in, dragging my tongue down the dip. I heard the blonde gasp softly.
At a leisurely pace, my fingers ran through his silky tail, feeling the soft fur between each digit.
I moved it to the side, exposing his rear. The ring of muscles there flexed slightly, hinting at the pleasure that awaited me.
With purpose, I pushed my member through the ring of muscles. The sensation was exquisite, a tight squeeze that heightened my senses. The position felt amazing, a perfect combination of intimacy and power.
"Oh, gawd!" He repeated that one phrase under his breath like a mantra.
With each thrust, I could feel his body trembling beneath me. The friction was intense.
He began to call my name. I shushed him, and he quieted down for a second but then his cries grew again, causing me to shush him once more, warning him about my neighbors.
He had to bite down on my pillow to stifle his moans as my movements grew more frequent. I wanted to go deeper and harder. I would be the only one to claim him.
I increased the pressure of my motion by adjusting my angle, feeling the goosebumps rise on his skin. It felt amazing subconsciously I had licked my lips from it.
He let out a low guttural moan, his nails leaving deep imprints on my grey sheets.
At some point, he released my pillow from his mouth moaning my name over and over again. Well, so much for not letting my neighbors know I had a guest. I believed by now maybe even the entire northern district knew.
His body trembled as he reached his climax, and I continued to pleasure that sweet spot until he was completely spent. He had come to completion on my bed and his orgasm caused me to reach my climax soon after. We flopped on the bed, both of us staring at one another. His smile caused my face to soften.
"Did you miss me?" He said breathlessly. His blue eyes focused on me.
"Heh," I replied and received a light shove to my shoulder.
"Well, that's not very convincing asshole."
I reached up brushing a couple of loose strands from his face. "What do you think."
"Did you come to drag me back?" I mused as I recalled his words.
"No, I just wanted to see you. When are you coming back?" He asked, and gently brushed the tip of his nose with mine.
"At the end of next week, I found a way to make it so that they won't search for me."
"Eh?" His curiosity peaked.
"I'm going to fake my death," I said blankly.
"Oh? That's one way," He chuckled. His chuckle caused me to smile. Only Naruto could see the positive side.
"How long are you going to stay?" If it was up to me, I would have had him stay forever, but I knew he couldn't.
"I can't stay too long. I'll be gone before the sun rises." His voice cracked and I could tell he was trying to hide his sadness. That caused a realization to hit me like a punch in the gut.
"What time is it?"
His voice rang with confusion. "It's nighttime?" I froze what if Sakura heard us? I'm sure she was looking for me. Especially since we were supposed to be trying out different flavors of wedding cakes that night. Ever since the wedding date. She had popped up everywhere not giving me a breather.
"Why'd ya ask? Do you want round two or somethin'?" He laughed. I had forgotten what my worries were about. His joke preoccupied my mind.
"Sure," I said and gleamed a mischievous smirk at him. I knew I wore him out. I felt him go stiff and break out in a cold sweat.
"Uh." His face turned red as he quickly averted his gaze.
"What you don't want me, now that you had me," I said with a mischievous grin as I pulled him closer and nibbled on his earlobe. He laughed and squirmed in my embrace. We lay in my bed, and he began to tell me about his week, and how Kiba had harassed him every day since my departure. I just listened and watched him. As he continued his story about Kiba, his facial expressions became more animated.
As he talked, I couldn't help but notice the way his hands moved. They were always in motion, tracing patterns in the air or gesturing to emphasize certain words. It was a captivating sight, and I found myself getting lost in the rhythm and flow of each digit.
His eyes met mine and he suddenly seemed hesitant. A look of uncertainty crossed his face. "Is this, okay?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. I hesitated for a moment, unsure what to say.
"Of course it's okay," I said, trying to reassure him. I think he might've thought I would get annoyed with him talking about Kiba.
"I'm here for you, remember that." I would kill for him.
He relaxed a little, but I could tell he was still unsure about how to proceed. "I just don't want to bore ya," he said, his voice filled with a mix of confusion and concern.
"You can never bore me" I replied, reaching out to gently stroke his cheek. "You're allowed to tell me about anything, including any frustrations or worries you might be having."
He let out a sigh of relief and nodded, as if acknowledging my words. "Thanks," he said, his voice still filled with uncertainty. "I just didn't want to make things awkward."
I smiled and gently kissed his forehead. "You're not making things awkward," I assured him. "You're being open and honest, and that's important to me."
He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine, his touch both soft and tender. I could feel the weight of his emotions in that moment, a mix of relief and vulnerability. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close and letting him know that I was there to listen and to support him in any way he needed.
I wanted him to know that he could always rely on me and that he could feel safe expressing himself. It was a startling realization, but I couldn't help but wonder if this was what love felt like. As I watched and listened that night, I could feel my emotions growing stronger with each passing moment.
I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside my bedroom window and the light of day, I realized Naruto was still in my bed, his warmth pressed against my chest as we had spooned together.
He woke up as soon as I moved. "Hi," he said with a smile before realization set in and he sat up.
"Shit! I overslept, I gotta go!" He exclaimed. He jumped up from my bed and began to grab his discarded clothes.
"Me too," I thought. Suddenly, there came a knock on my front door.
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