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Uchiha Sasuke was a member of one of the most elite squads of the Anbu. Praised both for his intelligence and skills, the boy was also the youngest son of the head of one of Konoha's most traditional and prestigious clans: the Uchiha. That meant not only did Sasuke possess the name to back him up at every step of the way, but also the revered dojutsu of the Uchiha clan, the Sharingan. His eyes only added to the mystique and power that surrounded his image, making him more than a capable soldier, but a stealthy ninja who could copy every technique with as much perfection as the legendary copy ninja, Hatake Kakashi, his former sensei.

Sasuke had it all. After Itachi had been dismissed from the Anbu by the fourth Hokage, the Yellow Lightning of Konoha Namikaze Minato, Sasuke had finally reached his last goal: to be as great as him. Ever since he was a little boy, Sasuke had lived under Itachi's shadow. Sasuke awakened his sharingan, Itachi did it sooner. Sasuke learned the fire ball technique, Itachi did it better. Sasuke was recruited by the Anbu after his stellar performance in the Chunin exams, at an early age of 13 years old, Itachi had been recruited at 11. Sasuke participated in important and top secret missions, Itachi was part of the Hokage's personal squad. Everything Sasuke did, Itachi had done before. Their father, Fugaku, had praised him more, the village had recognized more, even the Hokage. But not now.

Now Sasuke really had it all. After much loss at the battlefield, and so much grief for such a young man with a pacifist's heart, Lord Fourth had allowed Itachi to step out of his position and Sasuke assumed the very important role of one of Hokage-sama's personal anbu. A role he had performed to such perfection he got elevated to the rank of leader of the Fourth's personal squad at a mere nineteen years of age, a feat not even Itachi had accomplished. Sasuke had done it.

There was just one small problem, a little hiccup in Sasuke's way. Something very irrelevant, that he would eventually deal with and would stop becoming a looming threat to the singular career Sasuke had built for himself as an elite Anbu. That problem? The Hokage's son, Namikaze Naruto.

As Sasuke stood alone in the Hokage's office, awaiting for Lord Fourth exactly as he was instructed to, did Sasuke finally start to realize how suspicious it all sounded. He knew the Fourth would be busy, so it made no sense for him to send a scroll asking for Sasuke's presence at the Hokage Tower for intel on his next mission. Not only that, but the handwriting seemed a bit too familiar to one Sasuke recognized from small paper notes and silly confessions. He knew it, and yet he still showed up. The shinobi let out a loud and deep sigh.

Sasuke admired Lord Fourth, like every other person in the village. They loved and worshiped him like a deity, ever since the night of the Nine Tails attack, where the Hokage had successfully stopped the masked terrorist and managed to safely seal away the nine tails on his son, saving his wife and the entirety of Konoha in the process. Everyone talked about Namikaze Minato like he was a god, someone to be feared and respected, and that only made Sasuke's situation even worse.

Accepting the fact that he was alone in there, and that he already knew exactly who was going to show up, Sasuke took off his mask. A cat, a sleek and silent creature of the night, or that nickname that blonde dickhead liked to call him. Sasuke laid it carefully at the Hokage's table, as he grabbed one of the photos there and started to lose himself inside his own mind.

It was a picture of the four of them, Team 7, back when they were all genin, before Sasuke had been recruited for the Anbu and Naruto left the village to train with the legendary sannin, Jiraya. Back when Naruto was just a loud, unruly ball of chaos who used to annoy Sasuke to the point the Uchiha wanted to rip the blonde's vocal cords off before he got the chance to say something stupid again. Back when everything was still simple, when his heart didn't twist inside of his own chest everytime Sasuke saw Naruto.

Things were supposed to be simpler. It was just a kiss. A stupid little kiss that happened when they were both still simple minded academy students, barely even genin. Then, after Sasuke almost sacrificed his own life for Naruto, something he could not for the love of him explain why until this day, it started to change. The whole situation still had that child-like innocence to it, little escapades during missions, running from Kakashi and Sakura so they could hold hands, kiss, and be in each other's presence. Sasuke couldn't deny that it was still wrong, Naruto was the hokage's son and Sasuke was an Uchiha, they were not supposed, not allowed to do something like that. But it was still innocent, still manageable, a silly teenager crush. It was not supposed to turn out like this.

The moment Sasuke heard the door locking, he didn't even need to turn around to know who was already there, undressing the Uchiha with his hungry eyes.

“I'm supposed to meet with your father, you should leave,” Sasuke tried his best to look disinterested, arranging the stack of messy documents in the Hokage's table.

Sasuke heard the heavy steps towards him, slow and calculated, like the Uchiha was his prey, only awaiting to be completely devoured by this wild beast. But Sasuke didn't look, he didn't dare to. If he did, he knew he would be completely lost in those blue eyes.

“Come on,” with a swift motion of just one hand, Naruto grabbed Sasuke by the waist and turned him in his direction. The other, Naruto used to gently caress the Uchiha's face, “we both know you're smart enough to know better.”

Sasuke's breath already started coming in irregular heaves, his chest rising and falling at the rhythm that Naruto gently moved his thumb over Sasuke's jaw. The Uchiha hated how his own traitorous body reacted before he could think, placing both of his hands on Naruto's shoulders. And he hated how the blonde had gotten taller, taller than him, over the years. Because that meant Sasuke had to look up, through his lashes, in a delicate and unlikely manner, every time he wanted to glare and stare knives into those hypnotizing blue eyes.

“We can't do this, not here,” Sasuke tried to look anywhere but into Naruto's big mouth, a knowing smile already plastered there.

“Why not?” Naruto moved his lips closer to Sasuke's ears, and the anbu shuddered at the touch, “I know you want this.”

“Your father could walk in at any moment,” Sasuke tried not to close his eyes, so the feeling of Naruto's lips grazing his ears would not overpower his better judgement.

“Who cares,” Naruto laughed, a low and deep sound that made its way all through Sasuke's spine.

“I don't know how you plan to explain to your father why you were in his office fucking the leader of his personal anbu squad,” Sasuke narrowed his gaze towards Naruto.

“Don't worry,” Naruto pulled back, so he could stare at Sasuke with that ever annoying smirk of his, “Pa is off to a meeting with the other Kages. It could take the entire day,” Naruto bit his lips and Sasuke gulped at the sight, “besides, I know how to take care of you really fast, kitten.”

Before the Uchiha could complain any more, he felt both of Naruto's hands pushing him closer by the waist, until both of their chests bumped together, their breathing mingling into that familiar pace in unison. Naruto didn't even need to say anything, Sasuke already knew exactly what to do, as he tilted his head and opened his mouth so that the blonde's tongue could properly explore that place it had already known by memory. The Hokage's son's hands were all over Sasuke's body, pressing on his waist, his hips, his ass, everywhere he could touch. Sasuke encouraged him by scraping his nails over the nape of Naruto's neck every time he touched the right spot. The pressure of their bodies rubbing together so perfectly was enough to make Sasuke start to leak pre-cum inside his underwear.

Sasuke remembered exactly when their innocence had shaped itself into the hunger that had taken over Naruto and made him devour every bit and inch of Sasuke. 3 years after he had left for his training with Jiraya, three torturous years where Sasuke could not admit to just how much he had been missing that little blonde ball of energy that somehow managed to irritate and endear him at the same level, had finally come to an end. Sasuke was now a fully fledged member of the anbu, adorning the uniform and mask while performing secret missions for the Village, and Naruto was a different man, a different shinobi, trained by one of the three legendary sannin in ways that Sasuke could not even comprehend.

The loud and uncontrollable boy he had once known had turned into a mature, serious and focused young man. Sasuke saw, in the shadows, as all of their friends from the academy had praised Naruto for his growth in that short amount of time, both personality and skills wise. Sasuke saw in the background as Naruto had finally felt the weight of being the Hokage's son, his future successor, sunk in and shape him into the man he was supposed to be. 

But the moment their eyes met, in the middle of the Hokage room, it was like they were both thirteen again. Even through the mask, Naruto found a way to look directly into Sasuke's soul, and all the Uchiha saw was that naughty and mischievous boy who pulled pranks in hopes of getting Sasuke's attention. He saw that fire, the one Naruto had not shown anyone ever since his return, all for him. Only for him.

Later that night, Naruto had found a way to sneak into Sasuke's bedroom when all his parents and neighbors were asleep. On that night, Sasuke was sure that his serious and focused facade was just that, an act for the people of the Village, and Sasuke saw his old friend back on his ways. His all too familiar smirks, insults and mockeries towards Sasuke made the Uchiha's heart fuzzy in a very unfamiliar way. He felt nice, he felt good about the fact that the old Naruto, his Naruto, the one who used to push them into the back of trees only to get a small peck, was still there. But, on that same night, Sasuke also discovered that Naruto had changed and become more mature in ways that were not tied to Jiraya's training. 

From the first moment Naruto had made Sasuke's body his, they had both gotten addicted to it. It was a drug neither of them were willing to let go of, so they didn't. For years, they kept on meeting late at night, in alleyways and locked apartments, making the small windows of time they had together stretch out into infinity. Eventually, Naruto got bolder. He sent Sasuke fake scrolls, arranged for meetings at midday, and did everything in his power to assign himself missions where he could be next to Sasuke, and only him. There had been no place in that village, or the country even, where Sasuke and Naruto's bodies had not explored each other into knowing even the smallest little details.

It was wrong, Sasuke shouldn't be doing this, Naruto was the Hokage's son, and Sasuke had his life sworn to the Hokage. Naruto was supposed to be a public figure, right and morally virtuous, not the man who went feral every time he felt the pale and milky soft skin of Uchiha Sasuke on his lips. But Sasuke couldn't stop. He didn't want to, no matter how much his words tried to say otherwise.

Lost in his haze, Sasuke could not even tell the moment Naruto had completely undressed him and sat him on the Hokage's table. Neither could he say exactly when he started pulling Naruto closer with his hands around his neck, spreading his legs to accommodate the big man in between them. All he knew, and all he felt was Naruto's tongue getting more and more impatient inside his mouth, and his hands groping his body so hard that it was sure to leave red marks all over that pale skin.

“Calm down, Naruto,” Sasuke said his name very slowly, the way he knew Naruto loved to hear it, and he saw his success on the low growl that Naruto let out as he groped Sasuke even harder.

“I've missed you so much,” Naruto said, in between kisses and bites on Sasuke's neck.

“Be serious,” Sasuke only managed to say, in between held back moans and sighs, afraid there would be someone, anyone, in that tower that could hear them. Sasuke knew it was not the case: when it came to fucking him, Naruto was a pretty clever and astute guy with pretty flawless plans.

“It's true, and I can see you missed me too,” Naruto bit into Sasuke's sensitive skin at the place where neck and shoulder met, and Sasuke almost screamed as he felt the blonde squeezing his exposed and hard erection, “it's been too long.”

“It's been,” Sasuke tried to say, whilst his mind had not already fully given in to the pleasure, “two days.”

“Far too long,” Naruto laughed very quietly in Sasuke's ears, and that was enough for the Uchiha to let out a whimper, “you know I need you every minute, every second of my day.”

“People are going to start to say,” Sasuke laughed, trying to regain his control of the situation in a fruitless attempt, he already knew Naruto yielded it, “that you are being hypnotized by the Uchiha's sharingan or something.”

“Let them,” Naruto bit into Sasuke's ear lobe, and he let out another whimper, even louder than before, “because it's true. You drive me crazy.”

Sasuke let out a loud breathless moan, despite his best efforts to keep all the sounds locked inside, as Naruto grabbed him by his legs and pushed him closer to sit on the edge of the table. He could barely hold it together as he saw Naruto kneeling down in front of his spread legs, open and ready for his man, and the red marks left by his digits into the thighs that he was holding on for dear life. Even so, Sasuke was still a proud man. He was not going to let himself come undone for Naruto so easily.

“If you're crazy,” Sasuke bit into his lower lip as he felt Naruto's hot breathing close to his hole, “then it is not my fault.”

“You say that,” Naruto laughed and laid one chaste kiss on Sasuke's round butt, close enough to his rim that Sasuke felt a shiver running down his spine, “but you're the one who came to the Hokage Tower all fresh and ready for me. Isn't that right?”

“Purely coincidental,” Sasuke now had to use his hand to bite into as Naruto started lazily lapping his tongue around Sasuke's tight entrance. 

“We'll see about that,” Naruto smirked into Sasuke's hole and began his work.

Not even all the training Sasuke had endured to become part of the anbu, not the challenges of the shinobi life, not anything could've taught him the strength necessary for him to be able to hold his legs from shaking and his mouth from letting out whimpers and gasps as Naruto licked and bit around the sensitive skin of his entrance.

Sasuke knew Naruto loved this position, being in the middle of Sasuke's legs, his feet closing off around his neck. Sasuke rolled his eyes to the back of his head as he felt Naruto's tongue slowly making its way inside, and the sight of Naruto unzipping his pants and pumping his thick and veiny cock as he ate Sasuke out almost made the Uchiha cry out in pleasure. Naruto was good, too good at doing that, Sasuke always thought to himself. It started getting closer and closer to the point where Sasuke knew he would submit completely to Naruto, so he had to use his last remnants of a fight to continue the talking:

“We shouldn't be doing this,” Sasuke said, and almost as punishment, Naruto made sure to bite into his ass, making Sasuke silence out a scream with his hands and his legs shake violently.

“Your body doesn't seem to agree,” Naruto resumed his gentle and intense licking of Sasuke's rim, and Sasuke swore he almost purred in response.

“This,” Sasuke kept saying in between moans and gasps, Naruto really knew how to do a number on him, “is wrong. You're the Hokage's son, I'm an anbu.”

“I don't think Pa would care at all,” Naruto bit into the soft flesh of Sasuke's butt again, but this time softer. Almost with gentle care, but only almost. It was still strong enough to leave a mark.

“Yeah?” Sasuke said, in what sounded more like a moan than a sentence, “I don't think the old geezers of the council would approve of this.”

“You're really thinking about the council now?” Naruto laughed into Sasuke, “when I'm in the middle of eating you out?”

“One of us has to worry about getting caught,” Sasuke cursed as Naruto used his tongue all around his insides.

“Then, I'll make them change the rules,” Naruto said, when he finally felt done after tracing every bit of Sasuke's warm and welcoming insides with his tongue, "Anything to be with you. To make you mine.”

“You really are crazy,” Sasuke laughed in a breathless way, “usuratonkachi.”

Naruto only looked up through Sasuke's open legs and winked as he continued to lick and bite into the skin around Sasuke's hole, using one hand to pump himself and the other to insert and prepare Sasuke for his much girthier member. Sasuke was close to being completely far gone by then, but he kept on insisting and rebelling:

“You,” Sasuke moaned a bit too loudly when Naruto's fingers curled inside him, “should be doing this with that Hyuuga girl.”

“Well, I don't want to,” again, Naruto bit into Sasuke's ass as punishment, making the Uchiha let out another loud moan. Sasuke prayed that there was really no one in that tower, “at all.”

“She likes you,” Sasuke used his fingers to caress the short blonde hair and guide Naruto's mouth back to his hole, “and she's from a great clan. A respectable family.”

“And the only one I want,” Naruto spat into Sasuke's hole, and Sasuke had to bite down his lip hard to not let out an excited sound at the scene, “is you. Don't you know that already?”

“Well, you seem pretty amicable towards her,” Sasuke tugged at Naruto's hair, and the Hokage's son let out an amused sound.

“So you're jealous, huh?” he raised his brow.

“No. Not at all, you see,” Naruto happily resumed his eating of Sasuke's hole, as the Uchiha brattily continued, in a tone of voice that evoked both sarcasm and honesty, “she would be a perfect match for you.”

“I said,” he bit again, Sasuke moaned again, “I don't want her. I want you.”

“And what I'm saying,” Sasuke sounded completely breathless, and not a little bit sure of what he was saying, “is that she is suited for you. On the council's eyes. She can give you kids, successors.”

Suddenly, Sasuke felt a strange pull at his lower stomach, like a gust of cool wind going down from the top of his neck, to the base of his spine. He didn't understand why, after all, what he said was true. Hinata was a better match for Naruto simply because of the fact that she could be his wife and bear his children, he knew that was what the council and the village thought. It hurt him? Sure. Killed him on the inside? Very much so. But it was a fate he had come to terms with, he knew him and Naruto simply could not have that. 

However, when the blonde looked up at him, smirk stamped all over his face and eyes flashing in a dangerous red color, Kurama's color, Sasuke felt a shiver down his spine. 

“Oh, is that what you're spiraling over?”

“I'm not…” Sasuke tried to catch his breath, but his heartbeat was already thundering inside his own chest, rising up and down and up and down.

“What if I said,” Naruto got up, spread Sasuke's legs even further so he could position himself, lining up the head of his cock to Sasuke's hole, “that there was a way I could do that to you?”

“What are you talking about?” Sasuke's voice almost got stuck on his own throat. His elbows, as he used them to prop himself up and stare into Naruto's eyes to look for a sign of a really bad joke, shaking.

“Why,” Naruto grabbed his rock hard penis and teased it all around Sasuke's rim, “getting you pregnant, of course.”

It was laughable, really. Sasuke wished he could just laugh right into Naruto's smug face. He was definitely pulling another one of his lame jokes, trying to get a reaction from the Uchiha, like he always did ever since they were kids. He couldn't be serious. Right? There was no way, not even with all the ninjutsu in the world, he couldn't be actually serious about it.

But then Sasuke saw it. The red on his eyes, the seriousness in his expression, the complete focus on Sasuke's body, almost as if he was studying it with careful precision. Almost like he actually meant what he said. Like he actually thought he could get Sasuke pregnant. A cold shiver ran down Sasuke's spine at the mere thought of that possibility being real.

“You can't be serious,” Sasuke finally reacted, scoffing at the absurdity of the idea, even if his elbows were still shaking slightly on the table.

Naruto only smirked, his smug expression only getting more and more convinced by the second, making heat sprinkle in every bit of Sasuke's body. From an illogical and unexplainable fear, sure, but also from something he couldn't quite name yet.

“Why not?” Naruto said it, into Sasuke's ears, the head of his cock already pressing on Sasuke, trying to make its way in.

His breath got caught in his throat as Sasuke tried to straighten himself up more, to be able to look Naruto into his blue eyes and throw back at him the absurdity of his own words. But the second he did, he felt Naruto's throbbing erection forcing itself inside a bit more, using the generous amount of spit Naruto had left there as a facilitator. Sasuke immediately moved again, trying to get Naruto out of him. He didn't understand why his body was so afraid of something they had done countless times, but something in him told him to back off. To, for some reason, inquire the Hokage's son about the things he said.

“What's wrong, kitten?” Naruto let out an arrogant laugh, “are you scared?”

“You are absolutely not serious about this,” Sasuke let out an incredulous sound, “right, Naruto?”

“Well I'm always serious about you,” Naruto whispered it into his mouth, but Sasuke backed away so he could glare into his eyes.

“I can't get pregnant, Naruto,” Sasuke frowned, “this is not funny.”

“Don't worry, baby,” Naruto used one of his hands to cup Sasuke's face and steal a quick peck before he could complain, “I know this thing was probably on your mind for a while now, worrying you… thinking I would ever leave you.”

“That was absolutely not what was on my mind,” Sasuke huffed, but color had already made his cheeks stand out like a red rose.

“But don't worry,” Naruto, in an act of tenderness that Sasuke simply could not understand, kissed his forehead and went on, “I'll put a baby in you. This way, they'll have to let us be together. Forever.”

“Naruto,” Sasuke frowned, already tired of this game, “my body does not have the things it needs for a baby. How are you supposed to make it happen?”

Naruto smiled again, and Sasuke saw the blue in his eyes suddenly turning into a slight reddish hue. The marks on his cheeks getting dangerously close to how they got whenever Naruto went feral and let Kurama take over. Sasuke felt his entire body tensing up, his throat dry and his breath more uneven than it had ever been. Who knew what was going to happen if he was left alone in a room with Naruto who had completely lost control?

“Don't you trust my incredible jinchuuriki powers?” Naruto smirked, “Kurama told me himself that this was possible. That he could make it possible.”

“This is absurd,” Sasuke said, and the last part was more so to himself than to Naruto, “a bijuu can't change my anatomy like that. It is… unheard of. It can't be possible.”

“Shall we find out?”, Naruto licked his lips and Sasuke felt danger approaching again.

The Hokage's son grabbed Sasuke's waist with one hand, his fingers turning into small claws that left bright red marks on the Uchiha's pale skin, and spat on the other to properly wet and line himself up with Sasuke's entrance. Sasuke's mind was travelling at a million thoughts per second, his chest heaving and his throat almost completely closed off. This made no sense. This was unheard of. The bijuus could not have that much power to completely change Sasuke's body and make him be able to bear Naruto's children, right? That couldn't be the case. Naruto was bluffing. Of course he was bluffing. Still, the fear made Sasuke stop him before Naruto passed the sensitive barrier of skin, if only to be safe.

“Condoms,” Sasuke blurted out, “did you bring any condoms?”

“So you do think I can get you pregnant,” Naruto smirked and continued teasing Sasuke's hole. 

The man just gulped and kept on saying something, anything, to try and find a way out:

“That's not it, usuratonkachi,” Sasuke looked away, doing his absolute best to come up with an excuse that would not show just how terrified he felt in that moment, “I don't know who you've been sleeping with. I don't want to get anything.”

“Please,” Naruto scoffed at that, “like you don't stalk me around the village just to be sure that doesn't happen.”

“I do not,” Sasuke frowned.

“I don't,” Naruto ignored him and whispered into Sasuke's ears, the head of his cock already making its way inside, “it's just you. It has always been just you.”

“Naruto, wait,” Sasuke cried out and whimpered, as he felt Naruto's girth entering him and stretching him open, “please, just wait.”

“What is it, kitten?” Naruto pushed himself a centimeter deeper into Sasuke, who let out a muffled cry, “What are you so afraid of?”

Sasuke felt his eyes tearing up with the feeling of Naruto's cock starting to stretch him out, alongside the weight of the question and Naruto's now fully red eyes staring into him. Sasuke was afraid, uncharacteristically so. He was scared of that actually being a real possibility, and what that would mean. What exactly being pregnant with Naruto's child would mean to his life?

Then, Sasuke's heartbeat started to rise its speed into a pace that had almost made the Uchiha go breathless. If he was pregnant with Naruto's child, people would know. The village would know. The Hokage would know. His family would know. About the two of them, about how Sasuke disobeyed all of his teachings as an anbu to have an affair with none other than the Hokage's son. All the pride, all the status, everything he accomplished, would be gone. He, of course, would not be allowed as a secret agent of the village after that sort of scandal. All the hard work he had put on being good, being great, being better than his brother or any other, would just go to waste. 

“Naruto, please,” Sasuke whined, trying to move his hips away from him, but only managing to impale himself ever deeper into Naruto.

“Calm down,” Naruto shushed him, using his hand to brush Sasuke's hair out of his face, “it's ok.”

“I can't,” Sasuke, at the level of his heart rate, was not able to hold in a sob, his voice sounding too broken and too vulnerable, too unfamiliar for himself, “I can't get pregnant… I can't… it would be wrong… I…”

“I'll take real good care of you,” Naruto bit into his earlobe, making Sasuke whimper as yet another centimeter or two of Naruto went inside him, “I'll do everything for you. I'll spend all of my days making sure you are happy. That you are satisfied.”

Sasuke felt his eyes tearing up, his body shaking from just how overwhelmed he was. Naruto's words sounded so gentle and so kind, something Sasuke desperately wanted to cling to. But his body was being so rough, entering Sasuke in a way that he had never felt before. The skin on skin. The danger of it all. The desire. Things that Sasuke had buried deep inside and he hadn't even been made aware still existed within his mind and heart. 

“It hurts,” Sasuke bit into his lips, doing his absolute best to keep his tears from falling, “without anything between us… I feel it… more. It hurts.”

“Do you want me to stop?” Naruto said, but pushed even deeper inside, to a point where he almost bottomed out.

“Naruto, wait,” Sasuke cried out, his whole body burning at how much Naruto was opening him, and how warm he felt without the rubber on the way.

“I'll stop if you tell me to,” Naruto kept on pushing, and Sasuke kept on crying out, “but you're gonna have to use your words, kitten. And look me in the eyes.”

Naruto cupped Sasuke's face, using his other hand to press deeper into the skin around Sasuke's slim waist. The Uchiha now fully had tears rolling down his flushed face, streaks of water illuminating the redness of his cheeks. His mouth gaped open, unable to keep the cries and sounds sealed away. His heart thundering inside his chest, screaming the opposite his mind was telling him to do. This was too much, Sasuke couldn't register anything. He couldn't think. All he could do was feel Naruto inside him. Warm and big and real.

“So,” Naruto bottomed out and Sasuke let out a last loud cry as his body fully welcomed the intrusion and hugged around it like his insides were made for Naruto, “do you want me to stop?”

“No!” Sasuke responded before he could even begin to produce a thought. His body had fully gone into automatic. And his body wanted Naruto, like this, with nothing in between them, “please, don't stop.”

“That's my boy,” Naruto laughed, a very low and deep sound, and took no time devouring Sasuke's open mouth.

Naruto muffled out moans and whines as he kept on rocking his hips back and forth in an animalistic and ruthless way. Tears fell down Sasuke's cheeks as his legs shook from the amount of feelings his body was experiencing. Naruto had fully laid him down on the Hokage's table now, legs spread open in an obscene way that allowed Naruto to go even deeper, reaching that sweet spot that Sasuke knew only he could. Sasuke really hoped, with every fiber of his being, that there was truly no one in that tower, otherwise all of Konoha would know just how much Naruto could make him scream.

Never in all of their years of whatever this was, had Sasuke seen Naruto so primal. So intense. Every time he looked up, all the Uchiha could see was the red eyes and the marks of his face getting closer to the fox's whiskers. But the scariest part was just how little Sasuke was afraid. As he gave in to the pleasure, Sasuke felt his chest tightening in a different way. With a different kind of fear he hadn't come in contact for a long time: a fear of how much he desired. Of what he wanted, truly. So, before even being able to think or stop himself, Sasuke pulled Naruto close, pulling him by the jacket he still had on, so their mouths could clash into their sparing of tongues he loved so much. Sasuke felt his sharp canines as he licked around the insides of Naruto's mouth.

Uchiha Sasuke, the proud son of Uchiha Fugaku and leader of the Fourth Hokage's personal anbu squad, was gone. Drinking every droplet of spit and sweat that came from Naruto, he had gotten drunk. Addicted. Completely devoid of anything other than the primality of his carnal need for Naruto. Now, he was just Naruto's Sasuke. His. For him to take, for him to defile, for him to do whatever he desired. 

“If you're really that scared of getting knocked up,” Naruto said, in between pants, whispering into Sasuke's mouth, “I'll pull out, right before.”

Sasuke opened his teary eyes and looked up at him. A slight hint of the blue was there again, his normal Naruto. And Sasuke could not understand, nor did he really want to, why did that slightly disappointed him. 

Sasuke kept on staring at those blue eyes, trying to focus on anything else that wasn't Naruto's cock ramming deep inside him again and again, but that was a very hard thing to do. He tried to think about his fears, the logical reasons why he knew he should tell Naruto to pull out. To not risk it, as ridiculous and absurd as the idea sounded. About all the things he had thought he wanted, the status and the respect as an elite anbu soldier, the high praise in the Uchiha clan, in Konoha. And then, he thought about the things that he actually wanted. The ones he kept locked, deep inside his heart, scared of what they could make him do. Of what they meant about him. And that part spoke louder, louder than any other thing that could've crossed his mind:

“Please, don't,” Sasuke cried out.

“What do you want, baby?” Sasuke saw the red flashing back into Naruto's eyes, his thrusts getting stronger and quicker again, and the whimper Sasuke let out was a sound that he had no idea his voice could even produce.

His chest felt too full, his mind too blank, and his voice too thin. Everything felt like much, and to voice out what he truly wanted felt like the utmost. Without even realizing, a sudden burst of chakra had gone into his eyes. The sharingan.

“Cum inside, please,” Sasuke whined, “even if that gets me pregnant. I don't care. Just do it, please.”

“Wow, baby,” Naruto laughed under his breath, “you want to remember this forever, huh?”

“Yes,” Sasuke cried out, “please. Cum inside.”

“God,” Naruto let out a low sound and his thrusting was now at an unpaced rhythm, signaling he was getting closer and closer to the edge, “you will look so pretty pregnant with my baby,” Sasuke whined at the thought, “I'll make sure to fill you up real good, okay?”

And as Naruto kept on hitting that same sensitive spot deep inside him, Sasuke felt his legs shaking. Then his arms clung to Naruto like they were holding on for dear life. Breathing felt like an impossible task, as air burned all the way down his lungs. He was trembling, shaking, and almost at the point of his sweet, sweet, release.

“N-naruto,” Sasuke cried out, in between sobs, “I'm… close… I'm gonna…”

“Do it,” Naruto growled at him, commanding him, and that was enough.

Sasuke came completely untouched, utterly undone, by just Naruto's words and cock alone. Sasuke had never had an orgasm that lasted this long, or had felt this body consuming. It felt like his entire self started to give in, and become something much softer, and much more yielding for Naruto to possess. And as he felt his hole clenching around Naruto's thickness, he got his sweet response as Naruto started to pulse inside him too. Seconds later, Sasuke could feel the Hokage's son cock spurting out his seed in thick shots.

“You are going to give me such beautiful babies,” Naruto kissed Sasuke, as he struggled to keep his eyes open, body gone completely pliant and limp.

♡ ⚞────^^────⚟ ♡

Sasuke had completely lost count on how many hours have passed, or how many times did Naruto finish inside him, making a trembling and whiny Uchiha come completely undone right after every single time. Sasuke truly did not know how that blonde jerk had so much stamina, nor how his own body seemed to keep on giving and giving exactly what Naruto wanted, more and more.

They were now sitting at the couch, Sasuke's knees on either side of Naruto, as the anbu kept slowly riding the Hokage's son's thick cock. Naruto had his hands placed on Sasuke's waist, guiding him up and down, being extra careful with the amount of red marks and bruises he had left in that area before. Sasuke held onto his shoulder with one hand, the other he used to caress Naruto's face. Gone were the thick whiskers, and all Sasuke could look at now was the intensity and gentleness of those blue eyes he had known for years.

As both of them panted, Sasuke letting out low moans and whimpers whenever Naruto hit him deep inside where there was still some of his semen left, Sasuke had realized how caring Naruto was being with him now. His hands drawing slow idle patterns on the Uchiha's side, his mouth giving soothing kisses to the red bite marks on his nipples, Naruto was treating Sasuke like he truly was his prize. This was deliberate, slow love making, the kind that they were used to. Not that animalistic instinct, that need. The one that was so characteristic of the first time they had sex during that day. Or the second. Or the third. Even the fourth.

Sasuke felt his eyes trembling, lashes fluttering, as his chest became tighter and tighter by each second. He felt a sudden weight, with Naruto's sweet blue eyes focused solely on him, that he never did before. As Naruto kept eye contact even while sucking on his nipples, Sasuke felt his body shaking, but not from another release coming. At least not now.

In his intense primal haze, Sasuke had said things, done things and felt things he couldn't quite even comprehend. Feelings that he hadn't realized were buried deep inside, even deeper than Naruto was hitting him, and were now stubbornly clawing their way out. Sasuke did not know how in mere moments he went from being terrified at the ludicrous idea of Naruto impregnating him, to wanting it so bad. How he begged for it, for Naruto to not let a single drop go to waste, to leave it all inside him so that they could be sure it worked. Sasuke bit down on his quivering lip, but Naruto was quicker to pick up on that:

“What is wrong, baby?” Naruto frowned, but never once did he stop the pace he was setting, slow and gentle on Sasuke's hips.

Sasuke felt his lashes fluttering more, his eyes going in many directions but meeting Naruto's. He bit down on his lips even harder, hoping that this action would, somehow, keep most of his feelings bottled up. He, very obviously, did not succeed.

“Do you think it's actually possible?” Sasuke felt his chest weighed more than a thousand pounds.

“What?” Naruto raised his brow, kissing Sasuke's chest and collarbones.

Sasuke kept on riding in that torturously good rhythm, as he put both of his hands on Naruto's face, holding onto him with such uncharacteristic vulnerability that could only be blamed on his overtly sensitive body and mind post several orgasms.

“That you… Kurama… could get me pregnant?”

Naruto stopped his kisses alongside the pale skin of the Uchiha, so that his whole face could be focused on him. Sasuke felt as the blonde's digits started to dig deeper into his waist, returning to that more frantic and desperate strength that he had no idea affected him so badly. If Sasuke was already feeling the weight of his own mind pulling him down, now having Naruto's stare completely targeting him felt even more exposing. The Hokage's son only smiled, gentle and warm, at him:

“Would you like that?”

Sasuke looked away, not being able to deal with the pressure of Naruto's honest gaze. It was not a question of whether he believed the possibility anymore, or if he was scared of it, it was a matter of what Sasuke wanted. But what did he want? His mind kept screaming something at him, while his body, riding slowly up and down and never ceasing its movements, told him the complete opposite. Who was Sasuke supposed to trust? His ideals or his inner self?

With tears surging again, his lashes delicately fluttering as he closed his eyes, Sasuke allowed himself to feel the honesty coursing through his entire system without the gaze of Naruto locked on his. He nodded. Only once, slowly, Sasuke nodded positively.

“Yeah?” Sasuke didn't know if he was imagining things, but he was sure he felt Naruto getting even harder inside him, making him whimper as the challenge of sliding down on that erection became even more difficult, “I need you to use your words, kitten.”

“I can't,” Sasuke opened his teary eyes again, wining at the sight of Naruto's gaze still lingering on his own dark eyes.

“Why not?” Naruto kept on staring at him, but allowed his mouth to resume its kissing on the hard nipples of the Uchiha.

“It's,” Sasuke choked on a sob as he felt Naruto thrusting upwards very carefully, impaling him even harder, “embarassing.”

“Why?” Naruto used his tongue to draw circles on Sasuke's rose and flushed nipples, making him let out even more whimpers as the overwhelming sensation took over him again.

“Because,” Sasuke bit his own lips to keep the cries from coming out, “I'm a shinobi… not… your housewife,” Sasuke couldn't keep it in as Naruto thrusted upwards once more, “I can't just… sit around and have your babies.”

“But you would want that,” Naruto smiled at him, but he carried no malice or smugness, only a soft understanding, “wouldn't you?”

Sasuke felt his lips quivering and his eyes tearing up as, once again, that strange unfamiliar feeling kept on pressing down on his chest, making him feel heavier and more sensitive. Both in body and in mind. Naruto didn't press. He didn't ask again, he only quietly kept on holding Sasuke's waist as the anbu rocked up and down in a languid manner. Sasuke did his best to keep it in. He had to. He didn't know the extent of his own honesty, his own vulnerability. It was unworthy of him, a secret agent and a respected shinobi, to let himself be so open and soft like that. He shouldn't do it. But he did. It was stronger than anything he had ever felt in his life, and Sasuke simply could not keep it hidden anymore.

“Yes.”

The moment those words left Sasuke's lips, he felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him. Not even in his most intimate and vulnerable dreams would he ever admit to something he himself was still trying to figure out. Especially not in front of Naruto, under the spell of those hypnotizing blue eyes. That had to be the reason why he had said, he must've been in some sort of spell, something about the jinchuuriki's chakra and mating with one must've done this to him. Because there was no way that Sasuke, in his right mind, would ever say out loud how he knew, deep down, his deepest desire was to be Naruto's. Completely his, in every way imaginable.

If he hadn't been drained of every little bit of energy there was in his body, Sasuke's sharingan would've activated as he saw the blond grabbing him by the waist and shifting their positions. Sore and still sensitive from the brutal, animal-like, sex they had a couple of hours earlier, the Uchiha couldn't keep his whimper inside his own mouth as he felt his back being carefully and softly laid down on the sofa. Naruto's eyes were still dead focused on him, and Sasuke felt his heart hammering inside his chest as he felt him opening his legs more, fitting perfectly in the middle of them, while still keeping his cock locked inside Sasuke.

“N-naruto… wait,” Sasuke began to cry out, already feeling how the new position made him more vulnerable to Naruto's deep thrusting.

“It's ok, baby,” Naruto shushed him, laying soft kisses on his forehead, “I'll do it slow. Gentle. The way you like it.”

“Really?” Sasuke looked up at him, lashes fluttering and heart heavy.

“Anything you want me to,” Naruto thrusted just like he said he would, slow and deep, as their faces got close enough so that he could whisper it into Sasuke's panting lips, “I'll do anything for you.”

Sasuke held in the tears in his watery eyes as Naruto kept his promise, thrusting slowly and deep inside Sasuke's most vulnerable parts. However, as much as Naruto said he would do it like he normally would, the way Sasuke liked, there was a thing that the Uchiha simply could not ignore about the way in which their bodies were getting tangled and lost in pleasure: the way Naruto looked at him.

No, looking was not the right word to describe what it was. The way Naruto stared at him. His eyes had not left Sasuke's for a single second ever since they had gone to the couch, and the Hokage's son looked at him like Sasuke was the absolute most precious thing in the world. Naruto looked at him in genuine awe, in such a delicate way that displayed all of his care and all of his emotions. It made Sasuke's heart ache. Words unsaid by them kept piling up on his throat. Ready to come out in waves of uncontrollable emotion. Of raw, unfiltered vulnerability. 

“Do you,” Sasuke panted, the tears in his eyes accumulating as he felt the shame in the words that were bubbling from his chest, “have… feelings for me?”

Naruto stopped for what was only a millisecond, but felt like forever. Sasuke felt his eyes widening, stinging with the sheer force he used to not let the tears shed, and his chest rising and falling and making him regret ever saying anything as soon as the words had left his mouth. Naruto's usual smug smile was back, as he raised a brow and thrusted once more inside Sasuke:

“Wrong question,” Naruto laughed under his breath, as Sasuke whined with yet another deep and slow thrust.

“Do you,” Sasuke looked away, red and flustered, rephrasing his question ”love me?”

Naruto smiled again, but this time it did not have the arrogance of Sasuke's formal teammate and rival. Only that sweet, gentle care that Naruto had been showing him again and again throughout all afternoon. 

“Do you even need me to say it at this point?” Naruto laughed under his breath, but quickly stopped as he saw the frown on Sasuke's face, “I do. More than anything. You are mine. Got it?”

Sasuke hated how needy and ridiculous he sounded, or even looked, asking those kinds of questions to Naruto. He didn't know why, on that particular day, his body needed to hear it so much. He couldn't understand why the usual ways in which Naruto showed his feelings were not quite enough for him now, and why he needed to hear it with words. Confirmation. Naruto loved him. But, of course, Sasuke could not have expected this conversation to have gone only one way.

“Do you?” Naruto thrusted deep, too deep, making Sasuke scream out his name breathlessly, “tell me.”

“Anbu,” Sasuke tried to use his voice, which was a very difficult task as Naruto picked up his rhythm, “are not… supposed,” he tried to sound reasonable, in the midst of another cry of pleasure, “to have feelings.”

“But that's not your case, is it?” Naruto snapped back, not missing a beat, making Sasuke's eyes widen, “because you love me, don't you? And that's why you were so scared.”

Sasuke felt his eyes burning as he kept them wide open, staring back into Naruto, trying to find any hint of that old familiar playfulness or sarcasm. Something that would've made this conversation a little less weighted, a little less sincere, a little less heart wrenching. Nothing. Naruto looked at him with pure, unbridled honesty and devotion. He needed an answer to that as much as Sasuke. And that, well, that broke Sasuke.

The Uchiha noticed only the first sob, something he had attributed to the force in which Naruto was making his way inside him. Then, the second. Then, the tears. Before he realized, Sasuke was shaking violently as the only thing he could do was nod as an answer to Naruto.

“It's ok, baby,” Naruto shushed him, kissing the top of his forehead as he kept on hitting that same deep spot, “I know. I know how you feel.”

Sasuke felt his eyes slowly drying, the tears stopping themselves from falling, his whole body still violently shaking from the stimulation on that repeated part of his insides, the one that had already been filled with Naruto to a point where it almost seemed like nothing else could fit there. Except, it could.

“I'll fill you up real nice. As many times as we can today, to make sure you'll be carrying my child, okay?” Naruto panted at Sasuke's lips.

Sasuke only managed to nod again.

“That way, you don't have to worry. You'll be mine. Completely,” Naruto smiled as he gave Sasuke a quick peck and thrusted a bit faster, “is that what you want?”

“Yes,” Sasuke pleaded in a choke, “yes. Yours.”

“Then ask me, baby,” Naruto whispered into his ears, “I need to hear your pretty voice, shaking and whining, begging me to do it.”

“Cum inside,” Sasuke begged, Naruto distancing themselves only enough so that he could hold Sasuke's gaze directly, “please. I want…” Sasuke panted and whined, he was not himself anymore, only what Naruto wanted him to be, “I want to be pregnant. With your baby. Please.”

“Fuck,” Naruto went deeper, faster, more and more, “I'll give you as many kids as you want. A whole bunch of them.”

“Please,” Sasuke whined, his voice completely eager and honest.

“You want a big family, kitten?” Naruto licked his lips at the sight of a vulnerable and honest Sasuke saying his deepest desires out loud.

“A big one,” Sasuke sobbed once more, feeling closer and closer to relief, “with lots of babies. So that the Namikaze clan can be as big as the Uchiha,” Sasuke cried out louder with a particular violent thrust.

“I'll give it to you,” Naruto kissed every bit of Sasuke's face, “I'll make sure you'll get pregnant every year.”

“You promise?” Sasuke looked at Naruto's eyes, his own dark pupils shaking.

“Anything for you.”

And the moment he heard it, felt it, how Naruto was willing to defy any law to make Sasuke round and happy as many times as he wanted, sweet release came to the Uchiha for yet another time he couldn't keep count on that day. His whole body shook and his cries could probably be heard all over Konoha, but barely nothing came out. Naruto, on the other hand, shot loads and loads inside Sasuke, making sure to properly fill him up just as he promised he would.

“With the amount I came inside,” Naruto laughed, taking Sasuke's mouth on his own as he did so, “you will definitely get pregnant.”

♡ ⚞────^^────⚟ ♡

“Sasuke-kun, wow! You looked so beautiful that day!” Kushina used both of her hands to cover her mouth in awe at her son-in-law.

“He did, didn't he?” Mikoto smiled gently at her friend, sitting right beside her, “the most beautiful bride of Konoha, don't you think?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Kushina giggled at the very deliberate choice of words, “I've never seen Naruto so happy as he was that day. He got really lucky with you, Sasuke-kun!”

Sasuke smiled and made a sound that could be passed on as acknowledgement. His eyes, however, did not translate the same politeness that he had tried to fake with his mouth, as he kept his focus on the warm cup of tea in his hands, not on his mother and his in-law sitting right in front of him observing all of the wedding pictures. The Uchiha tried to hide a sigh every time he saw himself, all dressed in beautiful and perfect white, right next to Naruto. He tried to avoid the stubborn thought that kept on popping up in his head. The one that told him that the Sasuke in those pictures looked like he was where he was meant to be his whole life.

The former anbu shinobi still had his doubts about what Naruto had said and the actual possibility of his miraculous pregnancy, up until the point where he started to vomit every single morning and feel devastatingly strong waves of nausea attack him like they were on a mission. Then, the sore and tender feeling he got at his chest out of the blue. Then, weird cravings for foods that were not of his particular taste. Then, to round it all off, he became round. A small, but insistent, presence in his lower abdomen started to become more and more noticeable as weeks went by. He was desperate. He didn't know what to do. So he told Naruto. 

Naruto who, in his turn, told his father, the Hokage. Sasuke felt like his own life flashed in front of his eyes as he stood there, at the Hokage's office, while Lord Fourth asked him if that was true. If he really thought he was pregnant with his son's child. Even if he hadn't been instantly removed from the anbu, exiled from the village and his name tarnished forever like he had once suspected he would be, Sasuke still felt the humiliation seeping over him as he had to tell a very worried and helpful Hokage-sama that, yes, he was indeed suspecting he was carrying his son's child. Which was both too nonsensical for Sasuke to even think that Minato-sama would consider it, and too serious for the Uchiha to notice his eyebrows creasing and the meaning behind that admission sinking in.

“Look, look,” Kushina waved her hands excitedly, as she pointed to a picture of Naruto and Sasuke standing side to side, the Hokage's son holding him by the waist, “Sasuke-kun is smiling on this one!” Kushina had, somehow, found one of the only pictures in which Sasuke lost the fight with his facial muscles and was openly smiling at his, now, husband.

The moment the lady Tsunade, requested by the Hokage himself, had confirmed their suspicions, Lord Fourth and his son had started their quest on making the wedding happen. The legendary sannin's theory, one that had been proven right by extensive examinations by Konoha's finest medical ninjas, was that Kurama had placed a small quantity of his chakra inside Naruto's sperm and that had lodged itself inside Sasuke in what had been described as a “chakra pouch that was starting to take organic form inside Sasuke”. So, not only was Kurama able to create a small little recipient of chakra inside Sasuke that duplicated his and Naruto's genetic material while accommodating itself inside what was supposed to be Sasuke's barren insides, but Lady Tsunade had also confirmed, to Sasuke's horror, that this had only happened because of the quantity of genetic material inside him. So, to make a long story short, Naruto had been right about two things, the first being that the amount of cum he pumped inside Sasuke had been enough to make him pregnant.

The second, that this would end up tying the both of them together in a way that could not have been possible before. Upon hearing the absurdity of the story, the council of elders had obviously deemed this whole ordeal as unnatural and blasphemy to the natural order. Their first suggestion/demand was that the medical ninja extracted this little bag of chakra from Sasuke's insides, no matter the cost. Needless to say, Naruto did not react well, given how he had almost turned completely beast mode upon hearing the mere hint of terminating Sasuke's pregnancy. And, as hard as it had been to admit in those first couple of months, it was also not Sasuke's wish to end his pregnancy. He had, upon time, grown quite fond of that chakra creature growing inside him.

So with much, much determination, infuriatingly so, Naruto had finally been able to convince the council, with the help of his father, that it was a question of life and death that he should marry Sasuke. Of course, the life implied there was not his, so his motion had passed. Sure, with plenty of clauses, which included, for instance, the fact that Sasuke had to be named and mentioned as Naruto's wife in any official record and by the people of Konoha. Not his husband, his wife. It seemed that, to the old geezers of the council, the transgression of their actions was only acceptable if it could be dressed into something a little more palatable to the village. And, of course, Sasuke was also not allowed to be a part of the anbu anymore.

Sasuke was furious at them. He had conquered his elite spot as the leader of the Hokage's personal squad of Anbu, a position he was not ready to give up even if he knew that the scandal with Naruto would've been enough to get him to an even worse fate than marriage and life as a housewife. Lord Fourth and Naruto had both reassured him that a shinobi with his skill would not be tossed away like that, that his high ranking position would return to him as soon as he was physically fit to perform his duties, going as far as promising him the role of leader of all anbu squads as soon as his husband ascended to the Hokage position. As much as he was not satisfied with sitting out of his missions, Sasuke had to come to terms with the fact that this had been a good compromise, great even, if he took into account the fact that Naruto had put him in a state in which he was unsure if simple tasks such as standing up after sitting down were manageable. 

Kurama and that blonde had done quite a number on him, after all. That, and maybe Sasuke's own desires for more.

“How are the twins, Sasuke?” Mikoto smiled gently at her son, as she blew the smoke away from her steaming cup of tea.

Yes, exactly like Lady Tsunade had said, the sheer volume of genetic material had been responsible for the creation of life inside Sasuke, not just the act of copulating itself, though it had helped. The volume that, also, had been proven to be enough to create two life forms, not just one. Naruto had been elated at the news, so incredibly proud of himself, and Sasuke still could not believe how his own vulnerable and sensitive body and mind during sex had betrayed him like that. Because of his dying need of being filled to the brim with Naruto, his stomach was now at the average size of a watermelon and carrying two babies. Two babies that had made sure that all their parent could wear were tunics and loose fitting shirts. Clothing that, of course, all portrayed the Namikaze clan symbol. His husband's symbol, as Sasuke was now Namikaze Sasuke, thanks to Naruto. 

“They are fine,” Sasuke said, stern and direct, “on my last appointment, Tsunade-sama and Shizune-san had both said that they look perfectly healthy.”

“They are due soon, yes?” Mikoto nudged on.

“Yes, in about a month or two.” 

Sasuke responded, much like he was trained to, with simple and few words to avoid unnecessary chit chatting. He responded like an Anbu, but he had now come to realize that every time he was out with Kushina and Mikoto, they expected more. They wanted to chit chat. 

“Oh, I'm so excited, aren't you excited, Sasuke-kun?” Kushina practically jumped with glee in her own chair.

“Yes,” Sasuke tried to give her his best smile, something he was still having some sort of trouble with, “of course.”

“Well, I am excited to see if the babies are going to come out blonde! Or with your beautiful dark hair,” Kushina played with her friend's hair, as Mikoto gently laughed back, “or even better: if the twins are going to come out little redheads like me!” Kushina laughed enthusiastically at her own words.

“I am afraid neither Tsunade-sama or Shizune-san were able to tell me that,” Sasuke sighed. He had grown past being overwhelmed by Kushina, he, now, only accepted his fate and responded to her burning row of questions.

“I do hope they'll take after you! That way, I know they are going to be the most beautiful babies of Konoha,” Kushina's eyes sparkled, “and temper wise too. Or else, you're going to be stuck with two mini Narutos running around the house, screaming at you and making your life harder.”

Sasuke sighed deeply at the thought of having two small versions of young Naruto, all noise and uncontrollable messiness, running around at their house. Yes, their house. Yet another thing that Naruto made sure would happen as soon as news of Sasuke's pregnancy had reached the Hokage and the council. He could barely stand having to deal with one annoying Naruto, overbearing with his care to a point where Sasuke was surprised he was even allowed to leave home without having a blonde guard dog following him around, let alone three.

That incredibly unsettling thought, coupled with the fact that Sasuke did not possess the social skills to be able to sustain long conversations with his mother and Kushina once they got that excited about something, made Sasuke sigh and slowly get up. Very, awfully, slow, as the once shinobi who had been one of the fastest in his generation had the grace and agility of a turtle now. All Naruto's fault.

“If you'll excuse me,” Sasuke smiled, the fakeness in his eyes getting gradually better at portraying sweetness, “I need to go to the toilet.”

Kushina and Mikoto gently smiled at him, giving him encouraging nods that Sasuke, unfortunately, understood as he excused himself. He used the fact that the table in which they were sitting was at the far back of the tea shop, to step outside for a few moments and get some fresh air without being noticed. As soon as he felt the smells of tea getting fainter, and the breeze slowly hitting his face, Sasuke finally breathed in. Being the Hokage's son's wife, carrying his children, and being the partner of the future Hokage meant that he was able to do basically nothing without surveillance. On the outside, he noticed every single time he had an anbu following him. He was trained to do exactly that, so of course he noticed. Then, at home, he had Naruto breathing down his neck every single moment. 

“I know you're there,” Sasuke sighed again. Apparently, being around at home wasn't enough for him anymore.

Naruto, stealth to no one, got down from the place in which he had properly positioned himself like a small little gargoyle to keep an eye on Sasuke as he stood there on the street. Sasuke only sighed as he felt the taller man approaching, already holding him by the waist in a very obvious display of possessiveness. He did those quite often, even in the privacy of their own home. Sasuke quickly realized that having him, marrying him and making him carry his babies was still not enough for a very needy Naruto.

“Got me,” Naruto smiled, with his very smug expression, as he pulled a frowning Sasuke closer.

Sasuke looked around as he saw the citizens of Konoha staring down at them like they were some sort of attraction at a carnival. They smiled and cooed at them with enthusiastic glee, like Sasuke could not see their actions. Like he was not staring down at them whenever they got brave enough to actually point at the two of them. Naruto did not seem to mind, on the contrary, he quite liked showing Sasuke off like he was some kind of prize he had won over, proudly so. This was probably the part that Sasuke hated the most out of his situation: all the attention. When he joined the anbu, he got used to a life in the shadows. Being on the backstage, blending in. Now? He was basically Konoha's number one public figure. The Hokage's son's male wife, somehow pregnant with his children.

“Planning on ditching our mothers?” Naruto said as he playfully kissed Sasuke on the forehead, making him blush and try to push the blonde away.

“We're in public,” Sasuke narrowed his gaze.

“And?” Naruto scoffed and said the last part closer to his ear, so only Sasuke could hear, “it's not like we're showing ‘em how dirty we can get.”

Sasuke placed a slap on Naruto's chest, flushed and wide eyed, as he saw some old women laughing and pointing at the sight.

“Some of us,” Sasuke said, voice low and dangerous, “are not fans of the attention,” he used his eyes to point at the direction of the laughter.

“And some of us,” Naruto pulled him closer, this time to no complaint, “are very proud to showcase our beautiful wives.”

“You are ridiculous,” Sasuke scoffed and rolled his eyes, “you usuratonkachi.

“Still hasn't answered my question,” Naruto laid another kiss to Sasuke's forehead, making him pout.

“I needed some air.”

Naruto laughed softly, and for a split second Sasuke saw the honesty in those blue eyes, the same one that managed to disarm him every single night. Then, it all went back to that terrible smugness that made Sasuke roll his eyes at him again and again every time.

“Ma has gotten you exhausted, hasn't she?” he raised a brow.

“She can speak more than you,” Sasuke sighed, “and that is saying a lot.”

“Well,” Naruto, annoyingly, wiggled his brows, “that was part of the package, baby.”

“I have no memory of ever signing a deal.”

“You did when you asked me to c…” Sasuke quickly put his hands over the blonde's mouth. He did not need to hear this so early on the day.

“Shut. Up.”

Naruto laughed as he licked Sasuke's hand and saw the real time reaction of disgust on Sasuke's usual collected and elegant face.

“Why are you being so coy, all of a sudden, kitten?” Naruto, again, whispered the last part close to Sasuke's ears, “I remember you being quite eager last night.”

“You,” Sasuke glared at Naruto, fighting the red that was spreading from his neck to his cheeks, “are incorrigible.”

Naruto laughed one more time, a loud sound that came straight from his core, as Sasuke carefully watched his every move like he usually did. Like an actual cat, with his fur all up and poised for the attack.

“You know,” Naruto eventually calmed down, “I do love seeing you with them. It's really sweet.”

“You mean you like seeing me as a housewife, with our mothers, chit chatting while all of you go on important missions, huh?” Sasuke huffed.

“Your words,” Naruto smiled, feigning sweetness, at him, “not mine.”

Sasuke glared at him, his eyes shooting daggers at his husband. He was pretty sure that, if all of his chakra was not going straight into feeding and nourishing the two little babies inside him, his sharingan would've been on full display. Menacing and beautiful all at the same time, as he kept on staring at Naruto.

“This was your plan all along, wasn't it?” 

“Hn?” Naruto made an innocent sound, but the big idiotic smile on his face told Sasuke all he needed to know.

“This. Me being pregnant, then the marriage,” Sasuke glared at those blue eyes even harder, “you, somehow, knew this was going to happen, didn't you?”

“Well, you heard what the doctors said,” Naruto shrugged, but the smile was still there on his face, “it was a miracle. A true medical mystery.”

“But you knew,” Sasuke insisted, “that this could happen. That Kurama could make it happen. That us… doing it like that would end up with me round and incapable of going on missions anymore. Of being away from you. That's why you did it, isn't it?”

“I suppose,” Naruto innocently scratched his chin, and Sasuke was already plotting the murder of the father of their children, “I did consult with Kurama beforehand… y'know, just to be sure.”

Sasuke slapped Naruto on the chest again, louder and harder this time, getting an even louder sound of laughter rippling from all the old ladies on the street, the ones that were carefully watching the scene as if Naruto and Sasuke were characters of their favorite show.

“Come on,” Naruto laughed in between being slapped by Sasuke, “you love it, kitten, and I know it.”

Sasuke stopped his incessant slapping of Naruto's chest, one he hoped would at least leave him red for long enough before Kurama would annoyingly heal him again, and stared at his husband.

“You love being the future Hokage's wife,” Naruto was now full of arrogance, not a single shred of his fake humility left, “having my babies. I know,” Naruto whistled, “because you say so every night.”

Sasuke opened and closed his mouth, thinking of a snarky comeback or a comment that would jab at Naruto hard enough, but he was coming up empty. For as irritating and excruciatingly vexing his husband was about it, he also knew he was right. Ultimately, he was right. Sasuke would never admit to it out loud, but he loved it. And he loved him, as much as he would like to deny it. So, instead of pouting and deflecting like he normally would, Sasuke returned his husband's smug smile with an even more arrogant one. He knew the perfect way to snap back at Naruto, who only looked at his wife with a worried look taking over his face. He knew how dangerous Sasuke could get.

“Yes, future Hokage-sama,” Sasuke whispered into Naruto's ears, and he loved how he could feel every hair on Naruto's body standing up. He knew that his husband was all talk, no bite when it came to him, “I love having your babies. And,” Sasuke distanced himself only enough to see the look on Naruto's flustered face, “I was promised a big family. A bunch of kids,” Sasuke raised his brow as he watched Naruto gulping, staring at the monster of his own creation, “are you up for it?”