Parent Trap

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Parent Trap: Chapter 10
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Sasuke listened to the twins banter in the backseat, in between bits and pieces of hero worship for Ayame. And that was the only thing it could be called; the boys had never been around anyone like her – smiling, bright, cheerful, and optimistic. Kei was like her, in ways, but Sasuke knew that even Kei had been darkened just the tiniest bit by the Uchiha stigma.

But Ayame…

Ayame had had Naruto to raise her, and despite the wild conclusions that could be drawn here and there about her mother, Ayame seemed to have bypassed any soul-scarring despair that would have put shadows in her crystal blue eyes.

Much like Naruto himself.

Sasuke kept himself from sighing. There was no need to exacerbate Touya’s belief that he wasn’t happy.

But after seeing Naruto and spending almost every solitary moment remembering the night they met, the most passionate night of his life, he started to wonder, was he really happy?

Sure, he loved his children, and he could spend the rest of his life contentedly providing for them, but Naruto seemed to believe there could be something else for them in this life, and thinking about how he was going home to an empty bed to wake up to no one in the morning, he was starting to think that maybe Touya and Naruto were on to something.

Sasuke’s eyebrow twitched.

Fuck that. He was happy. He just wasn’t deliriously happy, and anyone could tell his son and the moron that deliriously happy was not an attractive color on any Uchiha.

But dammit if Naruto didn’t make him want things. That homey little scene he’d just been party to, the five of them around the dining room table enjoying a home cooked meal… dammit if that just didn’t fill Sasuke with something he hadn’t felt in a very long time.

“Otou-sama!”

Kei’s loud cry from the backseat jarred Sasuke’s thoughts from earlier that evening, and he focused his eyes briefly on the rearview mirror to let his son know he had his attention.

“When can we go back and play with Aya-chan?”

Sasuke lifted a brow at the girl’s nickname. “I’d assume whenever Naruto invites you back over to play with her.” He shot his eyes to the mirror again, giving Kei a raised eyebrow for the question. Before his eyes returned to the road, he noticed Touya staring at him intently and could only wonder what the child could be thinking at the moment.

“Naruto-sensei said we could come back whenever we like, and that it was up to you.”

“Really?” Sasuke’s eyebrow twitched, because he knew what was coming next.

“Yes. So when can we go back and play with Aya-chan? Oh, and Naruto-sensei said we have to bring you with us instead of Kakashi. I wonder if he doesn’t like Kakashi.”

Well, not a whole lot of people did. Kakashi was an acquired taste, one Sasuke wasn’t quite sure even he liked after all these years. But he highly doubted that was why Naruto requested Sasuke’s presence rather than his.

“I’m sure this weekend will be soon enough to play with Ayame-chan.” Though, that will leave him wide open for being roped into tagging along. Sasuke wasn’t sure at the moment if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

The estate came into view, and Sasuke pulled up to the house, exiting the car and moving to assist the children out as Shikamaru lazily strolled up to the passenger side.

“Why don’t you just hire a driver so he can drop you off and drive the car around?” Shikamaru asked almost moodily, hands stuffed into his pockets and a frown on his face.

Sasuke shot him a look over the top of the car as he set Kei down on his feet. “I did.” Shikamaru’s eyebrow quirked in question. “It was you, moron. But you could never get your ass further than the driveway, so I decided you would be a valet, for Ino’s sake. She shouldn’t have to support you.” Sasuke finished with a smirk, and Shikamaru scowled at him before catching the keys Sasuke tossed in his face.

“Otou-sama, you said some bad words!” Kei jumped up and down, following behind Touya as the elder twin started for the front door. Sasuke’s smirk slipped, apparently finding a new home on Shikamaru’s lips as the man walked around the front of the car to hop into the driver’s seat.

“Better go make sure they don’t take after your bad example, Otou-sama.”

Sasuke didn’t deign to reply, just followed his sons into the house and let Ino take his jacket and briefcase.

“Chouji has already closed the kitchen since you ate out, but there is dessert in the refrigerator if the children may have some.”

“Thank you, Ino. That may come in handy right about now.” He could probably bribe Kei not to repeat any of those words he’d just said.

“Also, your brother requests your presence in the salon at your earliest convenience.”

Sasuke raised an eyebrow in question but bid Ino on her way. It couldn’t be anything important since Itachi hadn’t called him personally. Instead of heading that way, Sasuke climbed the stairs after his sons, finding them in Kei’s room about to embark on some imaginary venture or another.

“Boys,” he said, walking in and standing before them, “I apologize for the language I used earlier. I ask that you do not follow my example and repeat anything of the sort.”

“We promise,” they said together, Kei’s words a cute singsong, while Touya’s were spoken almost like a solemn vow, which almost made Sasuke’s lips twist up in an ironic smile, since he hardly expected Touya to be the one who would say such things. As much as he hated to admit it, the boy was probably going to end up like Itachi, whose anger was expressed through tense shoulders and frosty glares, not colorful expletives. Itachi’s vindictive side was the same as his angry side. Really, the same as his happy side. Itachi was just all around tense and frosty.

“Alright. Go on downstairs and have Ino get you the dessert Chouji left in the refrigerator.”

He watched their eyes light up before they dashed from the room, loudly boasting between them that the other was going to get to the kitchen first and get the biggest whatever of whatever was down there. Sasuke chuckled under his breath, following them out at a more sedate pace. But instead of heading toward the kitchen, he walked toward the salon. Upon entering, he found Itachi already in conversation with their parents and Kakashi.

“Welcome home, hijo,” his mother said rising, her arms open for a hug. Sasuke barely restrained himself from rolling his eyes and walked forward to be embraced by the petite woman.

“I’m home,” he replied and stepped back from her after brushing a kiss across her cheek. “Why are we meeting in the salon?”

“We are planning Itachi’s celebratory party.”

Sasuke looked at his mother in confusion before looking at Itachi. “What?”

“Well, technically, it’s our celebratory party, little brother. I have to host a party for the board of directors now that we’ve taken over Orochimaru’s company.”

“Oh, yes. That.”

Sasuke scowled, as did his father. “I just hate that that man is sitting on the board.”

Sasuke sighed. “It couldn’t be helped. Jiraiya insisted on it. Something about respect for their past.” Sasuke didn’t like it either, but it had been Itachi’s decision in the end, so he just had to go with it, and so did their father, who was no longer a part of the company.

“So we are planning when would be the best time for the party, when it would inconvenience your staff the least.”

Sasuke paused in moving to sit next to his mother. “Why should it inconvenience my staff?” he asked, already on alert for the drop.

“Why, because it’s been decided to hold the party here, little brother.”

Sasuke found himself scowling again as he resumed his descent to the couch next to his mother. “And why has it been decided here? And without consulting me?”

Itachi smirked at him from his chair. “I thought it would be obvious, Sasuke. Your home can accommodate more people than mine can.”

Sasuke glared blackly at his brother. He’d always wondered why the man had been fine with Sasuke receiving the bigger family estate. It must have been for occasions like this, the tricky bastard.

“We’re also planning the guest list,” his mother interjected, seeing the black look on her youngest son’s face. “Of course, the members of the company above certain titles, and their guests, but to make the party less formal, I thought it would be a good idea to invite some friends of the family and some supporters of the company.”

Sasuke looked away from Itachi long enough to give his mother an approving nod, but his attention was suddenly arrested by his brother again at his low, almost evil chuckle.

“I was also thinking of inviting a few of my personal friends. Maybe you’d like to as well, Sasuke. Maybe Naruto.” Itachi’s smirk was no bigger or eviler than usual, but his eyes almost shone with an unholy light.

“Naruto-kun? I didn’t know you were such good friends, Sasuke,” his mother remarked.

“Apparently they met once, in college, I think,” Itachi supplied, his amusement quite visible now as Sasuke froze in his seat. Honestly, he couldn’t tell if he was turning red or going pale, but he did feel the slightest bit dizzy, waiting for the inevitable questions from his mother.

“Oh, well, in that case, you must invite Fujimiya-sensei, as well, Itachi.” Itachi’s smug smirk fell off his lips, his face devoid of emotion. Sasuke smirked, catching Itachi’s eyes and mentally sending along that he got what he deserved. “Maybe we should throw an old-fashioned ball, so that you two can dance again. It was very elegant.”

Oh, good God! His mother was trying to set Itachi up with his doctor! Sasuke could barely contain the laugh that wanted to erupt at the thought. Now Itachi threw a black look at him. Sasuke almost felt some sympathy for his brother. Almost.

“A ball is unnecessary, Okaa-sama. But, if it will please you, I will invite her.”

She smiled as she stood. “Please me, te loco. I just thought Naruto-kun would appreciate her being invited. They make a nice couple.” She bid them goodbye, leaving both Sasuke and Itachi in dark spirits. They stared at nothing in particular and then quickly shifted their eyes to each other, backs straightening.

“Well, I will have Deidara coordinate with Kakashi and your staff to plan for this weekend.”

“And what about the children? If you’re inviting all the people who could watch them, where are they to go?”

“I can have Konan watch them. She likes children.”

“Isn’t she your hairdresser?”

“What of it? She has many skills. I’m sure she can watch Naruto’s daughter, as well, if he has no other options.”

Sasuke nodded and made to get off the couch, intent on finding out how his children faired in the kitchen. He just hoped Ino had been able to keep them from having more than one of whatever Chouji had made.

“Sasuke.” Itachi’s serious voice stopped him at the door, and he turned to regard his brother with a raised brow. “In an effort to be helpful, and nothing more, despite what you may think, I would like to advise you that perhaps the invitation to Naruto should be done in person.”

It took Sasuke a moment to grasp what Itachi was suggesting, and then he had to fight down a blush of half anger and half embarrassment. But Itachi seemed quite serious in his advice, so Sasuke forced calm on himself and offered a grateful tilt of the lips.

“Well, in an effort to be facetious, I would extend the same advice to you regarding Fujimiya-sensei.” Then he left the room, smug in his certainty that Itachi was left sputtering in his wake, if only internally.

~*~

Sasuke felt awkward standing outside Naruto’s apartment, knowing he had no real reason to be here since the boys were with his parents. But Sasuke wasn’t looking forward to a party where Orochimaru had to be invited, let alone catered to, so inviting someone he could at least enjoy the company of who wasn’t his mother or father wasn’t too bad of an idea. He was just a little unsure how he should go about it. It would almost make it like a… date, or something.

He shivered at the thought, and before he could talk himself out of it, because Itachi would never let him live it down, he knocked against the door and waited for Naruto to answer.

“Bonjour?” Naruto answered as he opened the door. Sasuke raised a brow. “Sasuke? What are you doing here? Kakashi didn’t drop the boys off here today.”

“I know.” Sasuke fought the blush trying to fight its way to his cheeks. “I wanted to speak to you.” They stared at each other for a moment, and Sasuke sighed silently. “May I come in?”

“Oh! Yes, please, come in, come in.” Naruto shuffled out of the way, and Sasuke stepped into the apartment. It was still pristinely clean, almost as if a single man and his daughter didn’t live in it. He guessed Naruto knew how to keep up a house. The door closed behind him, and then he stood awkwardly in Naruto’s living room, wondering what the hell he thought he was doing.

“Is something wrong, Sasuke?” Naruto asked, coming around to in front of him and gazing at him with concern in his eyes.

“Oh, no, nothing’s wrong.”

“Oh.” The concern left Naruto’s eyes, but it was replaced by confusion. “So, not that I’m unhappy that you’re here, but if nothing’s wrong, what’s up?”

“Is Ayame here?”

“No, she’s at a friend’s house for the evening.” The confusion grew in those blue eyes, and Sasuke was suddenly angry at himself for being so… shy about this. He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes quickly before looking at Naruto straight on.

“I came to invite you to a party this weekend. Itachi has a babysitter lined up for you, if you have no other options, and it’s black tie, so if you accept the invitation, it would be best if you have a tuxedo.”

Naruto blinked at him. Then a slow, sultry smile spread across his full lips. Sasuke almost scowled for the observation, but was more worried what the smile meant.

“So is this a date, Sasuke?”

“No,” Sasuke answered, maybe a little too quickly, but he didn’t want Naruto to get the wrong idea.

“Okay, it’s not a date.” Naruto shrugged.

Sasuke blinked. “That’s it? You’re just going to accept that?”

“Well, there’s no doubt I want it to be a date. I want it to be a real, steamy, how-do-you-like-your-eggs date, but if it’s not, that’s cool, too. I always did like a good party.” Sasuke stared at Naruto in amazement. “Tell me, Sasuke. Is there going to be… dancing of any kind at this party? Then again, I guess I couldn’t just dance with you in the middle of what I’m sure will be a party of your peers.”

“You can dance with Fujimiya-sensei, since she is invited, as well,” Sasuke sniped, unusually upset that Naruto was fine with this not being a date. He was supposed to be relieved since he was of the mind that nothing could develop between them at this point in their lives.

Naruto’s sultry smirk was still in place, widening at Sasuke’s words. “Well, I think someone will have something to say about that, so I’ll just leave it alone. But I do have a question.” Sasuke raised a brow in query. “This invitation rings of a personal favor.”

Sasuke’s brow lowered in slight scowl, and it obviously gave Naruto the impression that this was indeed a personal favor to Sasuke. It was, to a certain extent, but Sasuke didn’t believe that was information Naruto needed, though he guessed it was rather moot now.

“Well, in that case, what do I get for doing you this favor?”

“What?” Sasuke was almost shocked enough to widen his eyes to intimate exactly how much.

“I figure I’m entitled to something. So what will you give me?”

“You’re assuming too much,” Sasuke answered when he could formulate one.

“Well, I really only want a small little something in return for wearing a tuxedo to a party full of your kind of people where I’m fairly sure I won’t have half an idea of what they’re talking about but am willing to sacrifice my body in your name.”

“You’re unbearably cheeky,” Sasuke said, trying to gain back some of the ground he felt he was losing, both figurative and literally, because Naruto was slowly backing him up toward the living room wall.

“Yeah, but I look damn good while I do it.”

Sasuke couldn’t even dispute that claim as Naruto had pressed full bodily against him, the lengths of their bodies touching, and his mouth was suddenly pressed firmly and completely against Sasuke’s.

It was hot and all-consuming. Naruto’s tongue forced its way into his mouth, and it was all Sasuke could do to stand up, much less think straight, as he was suddenly thrown into the past, a hard body pressing him against a wall, something loud thumping in his ears, and hands grabbing his ass and holding him up as he came completely undone from a single kiss.

The present quickly reasserted itself. The hard body pressing him against the wall was the same, but the thumping in his ears was his heartbeat rather than the bass in the club. Though, the hands holding him up by the ass were the same, too. And no matter that it had been almost a decade since he had last felt this kind of pleasure, with this man, this kiss right now felt like he hadn’t forgotten the feel of it at all in that time.

Because he hadn’t, he guessed.

He’d told Naruto the truth the other day. He did think about that night, a lot more than he’d admitted. He thought about it every time he touched himself, wishing he could experience that mind-blowing pleasure again.

And Naruto was offering it.

But they were different people now. They had families and responsibilities, but damn, if Naruto wasn’t already on the way to changing Sasuke’s mind.

As the kiss continued, Sasuke’s arms came up to loop about Naruto’s neck, his hips pushing into Naruto’s to relieve the sudden arousal that was forcing blood from his brain and somewhere decidedly south. Naruto pulled him away from the wall, removing his hands from Sasuke’s ass and enveloping him in his arms, crushing him to Naruto’s body as the kiss, unbelievably, deepened.

Sasuke thought he would be in serious danger of fainting from oxygen deprivation when Naruto finally freed his mouth, settling his forehead against Sasuke’s as they both panted into the scarce space between their mouths.

“Well, I guess that’s good enough payment for being your date to the party.” He made to pull away, and Sasuke growled and pulled him back.

“You’re going to leave me like this?” he asked, and he emphasized it by rolling his hips into Naruto’s again.

Naruto chuckled. “Well, I guess I could do you another favor, and you’ll just owe me.”

Sasuke blinked, the lust receding from his mind as some blood flowed back up. He stepped back from Naruto. He scowled. “Don’t think I need you to do me any favors, Uzumaki.”

“Oh, no, no, no, don’t take that tone with me. I was only kidding. If you want me to, you know, do something, right now, I would be more than happy, thrilled even. And I will happily go to this party for you. I guess I just wanted an excuse to kiss you.”

It shouldn’t have, but it deflated Sasuke’s burgeoning anger, which he didn’t want happening. He just knew if he dropped his guard, he’d end up on his back in Naruto’s bed, and while he might thoroughly enjoy it in the process, he’d probably hate himself when it was over. Not that self-hate would be that bad of a price for a fantastic night of being repeatedly fucked into the mattress, or the wall, in the shower, and wherever else they happened to fall.

As his brain began to function again, Sasuke realized he was still plastered against Naruto’s body. And no matter his thoughts on the subject, he couldn’t quite keep his arms from staying around Naruto’s neck for another second or two before disengaging and stepping back, his back hitting the wall he’d been pressed against not two minutes before.

“I… Thank you for accepting the invitation.”

“No problem, Sasuke.” Naruto eyed him, a soft smile on his face. “Sasuke, there is no problem.”

He knew what Naruto meant, but he couldn’t find the words to reply. He was starting to think he just wanted to agree with Naruto, but he knew that way lay danger. He just nodded in acknowledgment if not agreement with his words and turned away, reaching for the door handle to let himself out.

“Oh, and Naruto,” Sasuke gathered himself enough together to say over his shoulder, “It’s not a date.”

TBC


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