A/N Sigh…I'm sorry I've been so bad about updates on all my fics. But at any rate, I'm back on top of things, and so is Sasuke. Heh.
Thank you so much for all the reviews! They really spur me on!
Same warnings apply, yaoi, SasuNaruSasu, this is rated M. Beware sex and major cheesiness x.x And if anyone's forgotten, their parents are Shikamaru and Temari. Also, LAST CHAPTER ALERT! There's only so far I can stretch a sex-based plot xD But there will either be an epilogue, or IF ENOUGH PEOPLE WANT IT…a possible sequel. No matter which you guys choose, you'll be seeing Sasuke break the news to Sakura, Temari finding out about her sons, and the grade Naruto gets on the paper Sasuke writes for him. The only difference is…well, if you decide on a sequel, they'll be lots more detail, and lots and lots more smut. Let me know!
I wake the next morning on my bed, Naruto's body curled up in a little ball, wrapped tightly in my comforter since he's still unclothed. I laugh softly, so as not to wake him, and brush his forehead with my lips before grabbing a robe and walking downstairs to make myself a pot of coffee. When he woke, an hour and a half later, I was printing out his history paper.
"Good morning," he yawns, clutching my blanket around his waist. His chest is so broad. And it's still messy, streaked with white, which I guess is what happens when you do that right after taking a shower. And that was barely a shower, I guess. "What're you doing?"
"Your homework," I say dryly, though I really didn't mind this assignment. The Holocaust is fascinating, in its own way. His eyes widen.
"You did my history paper? For real?"
"Of course." I roll my eyes. "I made a deal with you, remember?"
He looks confused for a second, but then the memories of last night before all the sex come back to him, and he cocks his head.
"But I didn't tell you how to break up with Sakura," he points out. I raise an eyebrow at him.
"Are you kidding?" I stand and walk over to him, pressing the paper, still warm from the printer, into his chest before kissing him on the cheek. "All I have to do is tell her I'm gay."
I was smiling as I said it, I'd meant it almost as a joke, but once the word left my mouth it didn't seem like one anymore. We stand in silence as we realize the implications of that word.
"Are we?" he asks, presently, and I start to laugh. I start to laugh so hard, like an idiot, like him, because he just answered his own question, the very question I had just been pondering.
He said we.
And that meant yes.
We, us, we'd both almost come to use it instead of "I" throughout our lives – except when it came to girlfriends, because that was the one thing, when you hit the core of the matter, that we didn't share. But now we shared each other, in every way.
I don't know how to put my thoughts into words so I step forward and lean very, very close and wait. Just as I knew he would, his blazing eyes draw near to mine and he closes the gap between us. We fall into each other again. I hear an odd sound, outside in the driveway, but his lips distract me from it.
"You don't mind being with me, do you, otouto?" I say, inhaling the scent of his hair and his flesh.
"Sasuke-nii-san?" He pulls away with, big, big eyes. "Can I ask you something?"
"Of course, idiot," I scoff. "Even if I say no, I know you'll ask it anyway."
"It's going to sound stupid."
"I already know you're stupid, now ask."
"Sasuke…do you…anou…do you really…"
The pink of his cheeks looks unbearably adorable against the bright blue of his eyes as he hesitates –
"Naruto, stop being aroused. Now." I yank free of him and run to grab the first clothes I see. I glance at the clock. "Shit!" It's almost eleven. And if my dad said they'd be back in the evening, it probably means they'll be home around noon – my father tends to know exactly what's going on, but he likes to exaggerate sometimes. The truth is often troublesome, he says. And with our eyes this color, he's going to know something serious happened while they were gone – and if we're naked, well, that doesn't leave much to the imagination.
"What?" He asked, bewildered. I threw a t-shirt at him while pulling on the first set of boxers I could find. They're his, but they fit perfectly anyway. "But we had sex last night, and you're right there and we can do it again if we want to. How can I not be turned on?"
"Because," I hiss – and then I hear something else and I realize what that odd sound from before was.
It had been our parents, pulling into our driveway.
And this new, familiar sound is the keys in the lock of the front door.
Naruto blanches now, and we pull on clothes quick enough, but his eyes are still undeniably blue, and from the way he's staring at me, mine are still scarlet.
"That isn't – that can't be Mom and Dad!" he whispers, agitated.
"Well, it is." God, his comments are so useless sometimes! "So start thinking about baseball and sandwiches, and mundane crap, and don't you dare think about me, otherwise we're going to have a lot of explaining to do!"
"What do you mean?" he demands. Holy fucking hell. Okay. Unsexy stuff, unsexy people, come on Sasuke, think of the ultimate unsexy. Sakura. Ino. Chouji. Kakashi-sensei – oh what the fuck, he's gorgeous, that's not going to help me. Rock Lee, ah, that's much better. Gamabunta. Jiraiya-sensei. Good, good.
"I mean, idiot, that the color of our eyes is going to give us away! Now think of dog shit and shoe shopping now."
He draws back in horror and realization as the door creaks open. I shut my eyes and try to concentrate.
TrainingkunaitoysdollstrainsTheThirdHokagetreesShinoKonohamaru – God, I hope Naruto's doing this too – swimmingpoolsbreakfastcerealourparents –
"Boys?" I hear our mom call. "We're back a bit early!"
Jesus Christ. I open my eyes and nudge Naruto to do the same.
"Thank God," I breathe at the sight of his regular dark retinas. "You're all clear."
"You too," he whispers. I grin in relief and we run to meet our parents.
"Mom! Dad!" I exclaim in a hopefully normal voice. "How was your snowed-in experience?"
Mom brushes stray snow off her and Dad, who rolls his eyes at the childish treatment, with the oversized fan she always carries around as they set their briefcases down in the hallway.
"Troublesome," our father mutters. "I'm glad it was just for one night."
"How was your evening?" Mom demands. "Did you have a good dinner? Did you go to bed at a reasonable hour?"
I roll my eyes.
"We're seventeen, Mom," I say tiredly. "We were fine." She gives me a half-genuine-smile, half-you-watch-your-tone-or-I'll-shove-my-fan-up-your-ass-mister-smirk.
"Well, good," she concedes. "Then I'm going to take a nap in my own bed and make some real food. God, I did not enjoy sleeping on the couches at work." And she wanders off towards our parents' bedroom.
Dad remains for a second, though. Staring at us. This isn't the first time I've gotten the feeling our father's a mindreader… I glance at Naruto and meet his nervous gaze.
"Dad?" Naruto asks. "Is – is something wrong?"
"I don't know," he replies. Oh shit… "So tell me. What did you boys do while we were gone?"
"Homework," I say, at the exact same time Naruto says "Watched movies." Argh! But – but there's no way Dad can know exactly what went on last night, right? There's just no way.
"I did homework while he watched movies," I explain, hoping he buys the lie. I force a laugh. "And what else is new?"
Dad eyes us for a few more seconds.
"Right." Pause. "Okay, Naruto-kun, why don't you go – do whatever it is you do." Naruto nods and scampers away, all too ready to leave the situation. I make to follow him but – "I want a word with you, Sasuke."
There's no way he can know. Like, there just really honestly isn't. Okay, keep your face impassive, Sasuke. It should be easy, you've been doing it your whole life.
…Except for the past few hours, with Naruto…
Oh, shit! I've forgotten how to act like I don't care about anything!
I feel myself start to panic. A muscle above my eyebrow twitches. It's like now that I've actually expressed myself, I can't remember how to hide.
"What did you want to say to me, Dad?" I can't tell if my voice is normal or not. Dad looks at me, almost bored-looking. The silence stretches so long I can't believe it doesn't break, and I almost want to just walk away, but then he says –
"You'd be nice to that Sakura, no matter what happens. Her father is very important to our company." He thinks for a bit. "And she is a nice girl."
I nod mutely. Does he know I'm breaking up with her? I wouldn't put that past him. But does he know why?
He seems to be done talking, though, so I start to back away.
"Oh, and Sasuke-kun." Dad puts a hand on my shoulder. When I turn to face him, he's smiling, though it's with raised eyebrows. "What your mother doesn't need to know – don't tell her." He grinned. "You've always been good at hiding your personal affairs."
"Though not from you, apparently," I say, numb. Can he possibly know? Can he possibly be okay with the fact that his sons –
"Certainly not from me. I'm your father." He glances up the stairs, where we both know Naruto is probably eavesdropping from. He lowers his voice, so only I can hear. "Sasuke-kun," he says seriously. "Just – just take care of your brother. No matter what happens."
"Of course!" I am so incredibly surprised. He does know. "Dad," I say in the same quiet tone, nervously, "I love him."
If our father is shocked or disgusted, he doesn't show it now.
"I know." And it seems like he does. "But he gets hurt easily. It's not as if you can spend some time apart if you have a fight – "
"We know how to live with each other, Dad," I roll my eyes. "Come on."
"Okay, okay." He shakes his head. "I always knew you two were close."
I'm still so confused!
How much exactly does he know?
"How did you know Naruto-kun and I – I mean, how could you tell that we – " Fuck.
Dad's mouth tugs up in laughter. He leans in close again.
"Well," he whispers, "let's just say you were blushing. And you're never blushing. And there's a stain on the jeans Naruto was wearing – and they were yours – and your brother kept involuntarily cringing and rubbing his backside."
And now I was probably blushing again, judging by how much Dad was laughing.
"Look, Sasuke-kun. I'm not going to judge you." He rubs the back of his head. "I always thought falling in love with strangers was troublesome. I don't see why falling in love with someone you already care about is such a bad thing. Now, if you two are serious about this, I want you to realize that at some point your mother is going to find out, and so will lots of other people." He claps me on the shoulder. "But that can wait. For right now, I'm going to go buy your mother a new winter coat and take her to a good movie. And you, young man, are going to talk to your brother, and make sure he understands what I've told you." He winks. "And then maybe you can – ahem – explore your relationship."
"You're sick, Dad," I say in something like awe.
"It runs in the family," he shrugs, and I can't really deny that. The next thing I know, he's hugging me, and a minute later he's gone.
I walk up to Naruto, where he sits on his bed. I walk slowly, so I can hear the door slam and the goodbyes of our mom and the most understanding dad in the world.
"What'd he say?" Naruto asks with huge, worried eyes.
"He knows," I admit. "But he's okay with it," I reassure him. "Somehow. As long as…"
"As long as what?" Naruto demands.
"As long as we keep it a secret from Mom and everyone else, at least for now. I think he doesn't want us to become like, pariahs at school," I comment thoughtfully. "Oh, and as long as we really do love each other."
Naruto's face relaxes into a relieved smile and I walk over to him, sitting next to him on the bed. He sets a hand on my knee.
"No problem with that on my part," he says shyly. "And I'm not saying it so you say it back. I mean, it would be nice to hear – but you don't have to promise me anything – I mean – I just wanted to – um – I – "
I place a finger over his increasingly panicked lips, chuckling softly.
"Of course I love you too, idiot. That was never up for debate. Don't say such useless things."
My face is very close to him now, and his eyes are sparkling blue again. We're going to have to learn to control that, or at least think of better excuses.
"Sorry," he whispers.
"Don't apologize," I command, taking his chin both my hands.
"Sorry. Oh! Sorry! Oh, God, damn it – "
I kiss him, honestly it's more to shut him up than much else, but then I get lost as his hands flail around me and fumble with the back of my shirt. The kiss grows more and more heated until almost all our clothes are in a heap on the floor.
"Sasu – Sasu-kun?"
The old nickname I hadn't heard since we were very young sends a jolt through me.
"Are we going to do it again?"
I look down at him, his angelic features already shiny with sweat, framed by my hands on either side of his face.
"That depends. Do you want to?"
He nods. God, I'm supposed to be the inexperienced one here! Then again, I am the older brother. I smirk. In some demented way, this is exactly how it should be.
He smiles up at me and touches my face.
And with that, our mismatched underwear finds its way to the floor. Our crotches press together and I can't help but moan at how good it feels to touch again, even though we've just done this hours ago.
"Naruto – Naru-kun – " I gasp, as he licks my chest, "I think – I think I'm getting addicted to you."
His wet mouth grins and he bites up at my nipple. My eyes widen with pleasure and I grind my hips into him.
"Good," he says again, and wraps his arms around my neck. I kiss him hungrily now, achingly, needily. My mouth opens and closes around the softness of his skin and I can feel him moaning under me. "Nii-san – please – please, don't tease me now, please, just do it, please, I can't wait anymore, I can't, I don't know why but I really can't, please, Sasuke –"
"Stop groveling," I say, irritated. I reach down and slip a finger into him, his arms tightening around my shoulders with a little oh! "Use your judgment, d'you honestly think I can hold out longer than you can when we're like this? I don't have the patience to tease you," and I slip in a second finger, than a third. He's impaling myself on my fingers now, rocking back and forth, heaving against the springs of the bed. I can see his muscles shift under me through his sweat and it's so fucking hot. I move my hand down and take the flesh of his ass and knead at it. His back arches into me, nails pressing into me as he pants out my name helplessly. I bring my hand through his legs and grab his throbbing member and he screams a little. "Let's try it this way," I whisper, and he knows what I mean.
He lets me pull his knees up onto my shoulders and I look down at the sight before me, his eager cock and the tightness of his entrance. I almost have a nosebleed with the sexiness of it, but I somehow manage to maintain my composure and he starts turning red while I stare at him, tracing his entrance and the skin under his erection with a single finger. It's soft and hard at the same time, and burning up, and so wet.
"What are you doing?" he gasps. "Please, I – oh!" I'd entered him, holding his thighs in the crook of my elbows.
"I'm sorry," I mutter in his ear, thrusting deep inside him," I was just…exploring."
"Well, it's – ah! – embarrassing," he panted, moving his body upward to meet my thrusts.
"Too bad," I smirk, and I kiss him and words fail us, and finally it happens again, and I lose control deep inside his tightness and I feel warmth spread across my stomach.
We lay on top of each other for a while, breathing hard. At last, when I regain control of my muscles again, I pull out of him, but he groans and doesn't let go of my body when I try to roll over next to him.
"Before Mom and Dad came home, you were going to ask me something. What were you going to ask me?"
Curse his notoriously bad memory. I sigh.
"I asked if you minded being with me," I remind him. "And then you said, 'Sasuke, do you really – '"
"Oh!" Idiot. "Right!" He breathes deeply. "I – I – well, I was going to ask if you really think it's okay, for us to be together. But I think I know the answer now."
"I think you do," I say, rolling my eyes. "Do you think it's okay for us to be together?"
"Yes," he says without hesitating.
"Then so do I."
He smiles so cutely then I can't be angry at how ridiculous he's being. I roll over next to him.
"You're leaving me?" he asks. He says it shyly, but I can sense real desperation in his voice. I chuckle.
"Never," I reply, and I dust my lips along his eyelid. He relaxes. "Naruto, I really do love you." He tilts his tired head to the side cheekily and says:
"Maybe you shouldn't."
"Oh, shut up."
:) Hope you liked it! I know this was short, and it might be stupid for me to be ending this here. Still, what happens next to the SasuNaru twins just doesn't really fit with the theme of this fic…so this is the official END of this story, but keep on the lookout for more with this plot! Brief epilogue or smut-filled sequel – I don't even know if that's much of a choice, lmao, but I don't want to write a sequel if readers are getting tired of this plot. Beware serious smut if the sequel wins, though. So let me know which you'd prefer, please please please tell me in a review or something!
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING!