Author's Note: 𝟭𝟴, M/M, Mpreg, Mates, Limes & Lemons so be forewarned

𝘼𝙡𝙨𝙤, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙎𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙚'𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑

It had been the first for me to stir from the sound of my voice, pulling me back to the waking world, "Mm" I involuntarily released a low and throaty moan but not of my own volition, there was this overwhelming sensation building inside me which caused my legs to shake as a wave of heat filled me. The pressure was growing more and more with each second, and I was like a wine cork being twisted to the brink, destined to pop!

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as the grogginess of my mind tried to catch up with what was happening, and I could feel my breath beginning to wane.

As my eyes slowly opened, I was greeted by the twisted branches that made up Naruto's ceiling. Slowly, I sat up on my elbows taking in the sights that left me momentarily frozen by the sensation of suction, moist and warm suction that was doing this to me.

Below my waist, I saw what looked like something bobbing up and down under his quilted blanket. Intrigued and yet still cautious, I did not want to disturb the rhythm. Reluctantly, I lifted the blanket to uncover the source of the movement. What I saw underneath completely woke me up.

There, nestled between my pale legs, was a head of golden strands, a sight that immediately brought a smile to my lips. It was a sight I longed for. It was apparent he was trying to return the favor from the other night. He lifted his head locking eyes with mine. "Hi," I greeted under my breath.

The intense pleasure that had been building up inside me was suddenly cut off as he pulled away, leaving me aching and wanting more. But then he gave me a sly grin and slowly licked his way back up my shaft, teasing me with each slow and deliberate movement of his tongue. It was both torturous and exhilarating, and I couldn't help but moan in frustration. As he reached the tip.

I could feel myself on the edge, ready to explode at any moment. But he stopped and instead began to climb up my body, his words only adding to the overwhelming desire I felt for him. "I want to feel you, Sasuke. I missed you. I missed us." His breathless words only fueled my craving, and I couldn't wait for much longer. I was so close to taking him.

I watched in awe as he sat on top of me letting me slip inside that taut warm crevice. He took in all my length with ease, straddling me with those inviting thighs, he released a teasing giggle and moan while taking charge. The unexpectedness of his action only heightened my excitement. Instinctively, I grabbed his waist and thrust into him.

He lifted his body allowing me to slide up and down inside his tight frame. I could feel my senses come alive, and our two bodies began a harmonious grind and dive together, our breaths were heavy, our bodies slick with sweat, and yet we couldn't get enough of each other. At that moment, nothing else mattered except the intense intimacy we were experiencing. It was a moment that I will forever cherish and hold dear.

I watched him. His back arched, his body writhing as our temperatures were rising and he continued to ride me, as he took in every inch of me, creating that perfect friction. I enjoyed watching him enjoy riding me. The sensation was beyond words, an awe-consuming pleasure that possibly enveloped our every thought. I was so close now.

At that moment, he became my everything. His presence, his touch, his every movement, filled me with a depth of desire.

As he continued to mount my member, our bodies in sync as he rolled his hips grinding on me like a madman, I found myself thrusting deeper inside trying to keep up. The world around us ceased to exist. We were in our private world, where nothing but pleasure existed. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, creating a symphony of ecstasy with our strained breathing.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. The worries and concerns and everything melted away, leaving only the two of us connected on a deeper level that we had yet to understand. He was more than a partner, he was my other half, my lover. He was my best friend.

Time was irrelevant as our bodies were one, each movement bringing renewed passion and renewed pleasure, while I continued to thrust up inside of him. Why did it feel so right?

With every ground of his hips, he took me on a journey to my most vulnerable. He was my awakening.

The sensation was addicting. It was a combination of warmth and tightness, a feeling I missed. Naruto was my guiding light, and together, we created life.

As we continued to move together, our bodies in a gratifying dance, the rest of the world faded away. We were in our little bubble.

The world ceased to exist, leaving only the two of us and the incredible connection we shared. He was my rock, my sanctuary, and my source of endless pleasure.

I savored every moment, every touch, every sensation. He was my everything. I was far from religious, but I was blessed to have him in my life. My teeth gritted as I reached my climax, filling that snug little hole inside him. My mind already tilting to the nonsensical side, like what if I could get him pregnant again? But I quickly shook that thought away.

Abruptly, I took hold of his hand and placed it on the left side of my chest, over my heart which was beating so fast. He peered down at me, his brows furrowed, as his grinding stopped. His ears lowered as he tilted his head curiously at me. I grabbed the nook of his neck using my abs to help me sit up as my gaze bore into his own. I needed him to understand, to know how I truly felt.

"You are my home. You and that baby. So, whatever happens to me I need you to remember that!" If what Kurama said was true, if I was cursed, or if something happened that might drive us apart. I wanted him to know the way I felt for him was genuine and that I would do whatever it took to get back to him.

As I posed there underneath him, watching his emotional reaction, I realized that what I had just said had hit him hard. His body had stiffened, and I watched as his eyes began to gleam with unshed tears.

"What are you saying?" He finally choked out, his voice breaking with emotion, causing me to quickly mull over my words. I did not intend to make him cry. I had only wanted to share my feelings, but now I saw the impact they had on him. I reached out to comfort him, hoping to ease his pain and make things right again.

"I'm just trying to tell you that I care about you and I'm not going anywhere."

"Oy, you bastard," he wiped his face with the back of his hand. His body seemed to slump on top of me. "You make it sound as if you were dying or somethin'," I could hear the relief in his voice.

I responded in a casual tone, "That's always a possibility." However, he frowned and gave me a stern look, as if I had said something offensive. Suddenly, he slapped my chest and demanded, "Cut it out! Can we have a moment without you being so..." He paused, trying to find the right words to express himself. "Why are you so cynical?" he asked, rolling his eyes. I couldn't help but notice a mix of amusement and annoyance on his face. In reality, I wasn't being cynical, I was simply being realistic.

"I can tell that your grandfather believes my clan is cursed. He may think that the Uchiha clan was not meant to survive. Maybe that's why my clan was massacred, or why you and my brother didn't work out," I relayed everything that had been on my mind. I watched his face closely as he climbed off me, confusion written all over his expression. He sat down beside me, his tail curling around him and resting on his lap.

"Huh?" he asked, clearly processing my words.

"My brother was the Itachi Uchiha you met," I said, my voice direct and cold. I studied his facial features and every motion, hoping to understand his thoughts. He lowered his head as creases appeared on his forehead.

The stillness in the room was deafening, and the weight of my grief was suffocating. But his words pierced through the silence like a ray of light. "I had no idea that your clan had suffered such a terrible fate," he murmured, his voice heavy with sadness and compassion. His deep blue eyes reflected genuine empathy that was both unexpected and comforting.

As if sensing my need for connection, he reached out and grasped my hand, offering a gentle squeeze that spoke volumes. Despite my raw emotions and unfiltered outbursts, he wanted me to know that he was there for me.

That small gesture of kindness made all the difference. But despite the momentary solace, I knew I couldn't let go of the past until I had uncovered the truth. I was determined to find answers that would help me move forward.

"So, the Uchiha I encountered was your brother." He smiled a little, but there was no happiness in it, only a hint of sorrow. "We met under similar circumstances, but there was no fighting involved.

I was very curious about humans, and he was my first human. He indulged me and answered all my questions until the sun rose. He left me with his cloak and hinted he would return for it, but he never did. I must have gone back night after night, but he never returned. So, I moved on and left it behind where we met." The way he spoke was as if it were the meeting of two acquaintances.

As I gazed at him, his eyes met mine, the story he was telling me was different from the one his grandfather told. Although Naruto had mentioned that they had met in passing. Kurama claimed that they formed an attachment he even called him by that stupid nickname. He claimed that he tried to keep them apart. This did not put my mind at ease.

So, I found myself scrutinizing the face that I come to adore, looking for any signs of falsehood, but seeing none. He seemed amused and astonished about this discovery, he blurted out, "What are the odds? I didn't know you had a brother but now I can see it. You remind me a lot of him, attractiveness must run in your family." He did not notice me shut my eyes to his pain.

"I wonder what he's going to think when he finds out we are mates." Naruto chuckled.

I could feel the frown forming on my face, "He's dead." I looked at him curiously.

At that moment, his body stiffened, and his eyes widened as if he'd been slapped. He clutched his head as if he had a severe headache. I watched curiously as tears streamed down his face, and he began to sob uncontrollably. "I don't understand what's happening," he said. His voice choked on emotion. Trying to comfort him, I cupped his face and forced him to look at me.

His blue eyes switched between my dark ones. He looked broken. There was so much pain pinching his sun-kissed features. "Were the both of you more than you're letting on?" I asked, hoping to get to the root of the problem.

As I asked him the question, he let out a deep breath and his expression turned to one of genuine confusion. He shook his head and closed his eyes as if trying to escape from the overwhelming thoughts that were consuming him. "No," he finally said, his voice trembling with emotion. "I don't know what's happening to me." He cried out, his anguish palpable. "All I feel is pain! So much pain!"

I knew I had to act quickly to provide some sort of comfort and support. With a sense of urgency, I pulled him into a tight embrace, hoping to provide solace from the overwhelming sadness that had taken hold of him. As I held him close, I could feel the tension in his body begin to ease, and his sobs slowly subsided. It was clear that the simple act of my touch had provided him with some small measure of relief from the torment he was experiencing.

"What pain?" I asked, concerned as I tightened my arms around his naked body. He didn't respond but continued to take deep, shaky breaths, his bottom lip shaking. I could feel his body trembling against mine. The only thing coming to my mind. "Is it the baby?" He managed to shake his head. I felt somewhat relief it was not that, but I knew I had to do something to help him, so I suggested getting someone who could take care of him.

As I started to move away, he clung to me tighter, his nails digging into my shoulders, begging me not to leave him. The desperation in his voice caused me to worry. I quickly pulled up my pants, all while trying to comfort him. I grabbed his quilted blanket, draping it over his shoulders, then scooped him up in my arms like a bride and began to carry him toward the door.

With my heart racing and adrenaline pumping through my veins, I carried him down the hallway and the stairs. It was broad daylight, and I could see the curious gazes of many kitsunes staring at me in bewilderment as I carried their prince. As we made our way through the crowd, they began to surround me, the fur of their tails brushing against my skin.

Feeling overwhelmed, I shouted at them, "If you're not here to help, then move the hell out of my way!" I pushed my way through the throng of bodies, desperately trying to leave. They were not making it easy.

Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice above the commotion. "Alright, everyone break it up," the voice shouted. It was Jiraiya, and his white mane peeked out of the sea of heads. As he made his way towards us, the kitsunes parted, creating a path for him to walk through. His dark gaze scrutinized me as he approached us. "What the hell did you do to 'em?" he asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.

As I handed over the hysterical blonde to him, I couldn't help but feel the pain of my wounds resurfacing. But at the same time, a wave of relief washed over me as I knew Jiraiya would know what to do. The kitsunes around us parted, creating a clear path for him to walk through. I looked at him, and I knew he could tell that I was bothered.

"I don't know," I replied honestly when he asked me what had happened.

In a rush, he scooped Naruto close and gestured for me to trail behind him. We hurried towards the cozy cottage clinic, but as we made our way through the crowd, I could sense the intense heat of their accusatory gazes on me. It was understandable that they held me responsible for whatever ailment had befallen him.

"What did that stupid human do to our prince?" I heard a few kitsune shout at us.

Ignoring them, he turned around and snapped at them, telling them to go back to their quarters. It was clear that he was in no mood for their nonsense.

Neither was I.

The Kitsune who healed me exclaimed when she noticed my bandages covered in blood from my wounds. Her interest quickly turned to the sobbing blonde in Jiraiya's arms. "What happened to the both of you?" she said, her voice filled with concern.

"I don't know," I answered, my voice trailing off. "One minute we were..." I hesitated, unsure of how to say it. As Jiraiya walked past us to place Naruto on the cot in the corner of the room, Naruto buried his face in the fabric and began to inhale deeply.

The brunette urged me to continue. "You were what?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity.

"Doing things," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I could see Jiraiya shaking his head out of the corner of my eye. He muttered, "dumb horny cubs."

The Kitsune dismissed my response, waving it off. "Never mind all that," she said, her voice firm. "What happened? To make him this way?" She pointed in the blonde's direction. Who was now curled on his side knees pressing against his chest.

I locked eyes with her, and at that moment, I knew all joking aside. Sensing the tension, Jiraiya looked between the two of us.

Clearing my throat, I confessed. "I told him my older brother Itachi is dead."

Naruto released a loud pain-filled cry in the background.

Her chocolate brown pools widened. She exchanged a stunned look with Jiraiya. "Oh no," she whispered under her breath.

Silence hung in the air as the three of us absorbed what I had just said. Her piercing gaze, filled with a mix of sympathy and understanding, met mine. Jiraiya, on the other hand, remained silent, his eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and concern. It was strange seeing him like this. I knew this was serious. I turned to look at the blonde.

Without uttering another word, she turned her gaze away from me and towards Jiraiya. I watched as they shared a private conversation, their words inaudible.

Whatever they were discussing, it was evident from their urgent expressions that it was serious. The weight of my words seemed to hang heavily in the air, and I couldn't help but wonder what impact it would have on our future. This feeling of helplessness was infuriating.

"I should have kept a closer eye on you last night," she muttered while biting her lip.

"For what reason? Are you trying to tell me that his finding out about my brother's death has something to do with this? What for!" I demanded. My rising mood caused Naruto to grow more hysterical.

As soon as those words left my mouth, she grabbed my arm and pulled me outside into the cold, crisp air. I exhaled as the chilly wind whipped around us. She looked around cautiously, making sure we were alone. Then, she turned to me with a serious expression on her face and asked, "What did Naruto tell you about your brother?"

I looked at her, unsure of what to say. "He said they met one night and talked until morning. He said my brother hinted he was coming back for some cloak he let Naruto use, but he never showed up, and they never spoke again."

She shook her head, "There's more to the story, a lot more." She revealed as her eyes bore into mine, and I felt a knot form in my stomach and my eyes narrowed. I knew it.

"Before you say anything, it's not what you think," she said, her lips pursed. "I want to clarify that Naruto didn't lie to you. When Lord Kurama brought him to me, he was in a similar state to what he is in now. My Lord asked me to do what I could to help him, so I altered Naruto's memories to ease the pain caused by a broken heart. He was in so much agony that he wished to die. Although I couldn't make him forget, I was able to change his memories to some extent. He may not recall loving your brother, but his emotions are still present within him, and I couldn't alter them."

As she spoke, a heavy feeling settled in my chest, and I could feel my heart rate increase. Her words hit me like a wave, washing over me and leaving me struggling to keep up. My mind raced as I tried to process the situation, my arms reflexively crossing in front of me to shield myself from the weight of her words. I felt a lump form in my throat and a stray tear escaping my right eye, betraying the emotions that I was trying so hard to hide.

I leaned heavily against the cottage wall, my legs feeling unsteady beneath me. I took deep breaths, trying to understand the truth she had just revealed.

"Don't be mad at him. He didn't know," she said softly.

"It's not him I'm mad at," I replied bitterly.

"Please don't let your doubts jeopardize the strong bond you share with him," she said trying to calm me down. However, her words had the opposite effect on me. I snarled, "What bond? My brother was his real mate. I'm just a replacement." She patiently explained to me that it was never meant to happen between my brother and him, and it was always meant to be me.

She continued to say that my brother didn't allow himself to fully accept the bond, and it would never have worked out between them even if they had tried. Her voice was low and soothing as she explained this to me.

My mind was racing as I struggled to make sense of the bombshell that had just been dropped on me. I couldn't help but feel like there must be more to the story, more that wasn't being told.

What other secrets were being kept from me? And now, with Naruto's pregnancy, I couldn't help but worry about the added stress and what it might be doing to our unborn baby. How were we going to get through this?

"So, you're going alter his memory again?" I pressed.

"Yes, I'm going to overlap his memories of your brother with memories of you."

I vigorously shook my head in disagreement. "Absolutely not. I refuse to be your scapegoat," I said firmly. The thought of him made my heart ache painfully. He loved him so deeply that he was willing to sacrifice his own life for it.

The intense emotions within me boiled over, and I yearned to lash out at something. I felt like a wild animal trapped in a cage, pacing back and forth relentlessly.

"The reason why it didn't work was that he didn't love him. It wasn't he who took the plunge; it was you. Your actions right now show that you love him, I can see it in your face." She grabbed my inner arm halting my pacing, and gently cupping my face.

"You are asking me to help him live another lie. I can't. Like you said it was always going to be me. I want you to make him remember everything." I said, my tone was absolute.

"What! Are you insane? He could lose the baby or worse." She released my face in shock, stepping back.

"I'm positive he won't, my mate is strong," I said, lifting my head defiantly at her. Her eyes narrowed as she stared back at me. I had anticipated resistance, but instead, she huffed and rubbed her head before giving me her blessing.

"You better be right, for both their sakes." She warned before storming back inside the cottage.