My One and Only

Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto



Warning: Yaoi, mpreg, violence, angst, and overcomplicated plot-lines...



I HAVE UPDATED!!!!! (heavenly music in the background) *coughcough*, sorry about taking so long but as mentioned before I do get distracted really easily... Not that trying to make up a games magazine with a product to sell was a simple distraction. Honestly if I had to make anymore changes I would have killed someone! I also been trying to draw more pictures of Kyuubi, but it seems like family portrait was a one off thing (man I hope not). Now this chapter is major, it will explain a lot of your questions...



Beta read by Lainie12777



Enjoy!





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Chapter 12: Finding a family



“Ahh~”



“Aaaagghhh~ Sasuke…”



Mating season had ended by now, but our newly mated couple were still having sex. Well, it probably shouldn’t be called that anymore. No, by now they had moved past the lust and pheromones, and reached a new state in their relationship. This wasn’t just sex for the sake of procreation, as most youkai did. This was love in its purest form. Worshiping each other’s bodies, memorizing each line, mark, and sensitive spot.



After the talk Naruto and Sasuke had they felt closer than ever, although Sasuke still couldn’t tell Naruto about his heritage. He would do it soon though, as soon as they got home he would take Naruto to his father, and then he would reveal everything. But for now he wasn’t thinking about that, his mind was focused on the writhing Kitsune in front of him.



Naruto was lying on his side with Sasuke behind him; the wolf had pulled one of his tanned limbs up, so that he could gain entrance to the tight, welcoming heat. They moved painfully slow, no nipping or biting like animals, just touching and enjoying the feeling. Sasuke raised Naruto’s leg higher so that he could thrust in deeper. The Kitsune panted and moaned; every brush against his prostate only brought him closer to the brink. Even though they had done it like crazy over mating season, the sensation still felt new to him.



“Naruto…” grunted Sasuke as he pulled in and out.



“M-more!” the Kitsune stammered, forcing his body down against Sasuke’s cock. By Gaia he did not want this to end.



Sasuke could feel the muscles tightening around him, Naruto was close to completion. Pale fingers wrapped around the blonde’s member and started pumping, causing the Kitsune to throw his head back in ecstasy. With a final grunt Naruto came, his essence spilling over Sasuke’s hand ‘til he rode it out, and only when he was finished did Sasuke release himself as well. They stayed like this for a few minutes trying to catch their breaths, ‘til Sasuke pulled out of his sore behind.



The Ookami leaned his head down towards Naruto’s neck. “When we get back home, we need to talk to my father about something important,” he said in-between kisses.



Naruto could only nod as a reply, too tired to answer Sasuke, and soon he fell asleep in the wolf’s arms.



Sasuke smiled and sat up with Naruto in his arms; it was time to go home now.



The trek wasn’t easy. The young wolf was still in a protective broody mood, every foreign sound spooked him and he always turned to hide whenever he heard something he didn’t know. Soon he spotted the walls of the compound and he hesitated. His mate was naked, and there was no way he would enter the compound for everyone to see him in such a state.



He growled with irritation, he needed something to cover themselves with.



“Busy there, little brother?”



Sasuke looked up at the treetops and snarled at his smug brother; quickly he pressed Naruto against him in an attempt to hide his mate’s body.



“Calm yourself, I just came to bring you some clothes,” he said with a smirk, before tossing down a bound bag.



Sasuke didn’t take his eyes off his Itachi ‘til he left, and only when he was gone did he scuttle over to the bag. Gently he put the blonde down before undoing the cloth, and quickly dressed himself and then Naruto. But he was still skittish, and instead of walking through the gate he jumped over the wall and over the rooftops before anyone else could spot them. Silently he slipped through an open window and into his room. At least there was no one there; he was half expecting his mother to be waiting for him.



He placed the sleeping blonde onto his futon , and after making sure he was comfortable he decided it was a chance for him to get cleaned up. The scent of sex hung heavily off him, and he didn’t want his mother giving that gleeful look. So after gathering up his soaps and a towel he opened the shoji door only to see Mikoto on the other side.



“Mother?!” Sasuke stumbled back in surprise.



“Oh sweetie! How did it go?!” she asked with a jovial tone.



“Mother...” he replied with a frown. “That isn’t any of your business,” he warned.



“Oh but baby~!” she whined. “Tell me!!!!”



“Mother!”



“Alright, alright then, well I suggest you see a healer soon then. Never know there, we could be soon hearing the pitter-patter of little pups!” she said with a giggle.



Sasuke sighed. “It’s still too early for that-”



“Well it’s still a good idea to get it checked out early sweetie, well I’ll leave you two now,” she finished with a sweet smile, before skipping off down a hallway. Sasuke gaped at his mother; Kami he needed to move out of this nuthouse.



After once again making sure that Naruto was okay he went to get himself cleaned and hurried back to his mate; his youkai wouldn’t allow him to stay away from Naruto for longer than a few minutes. Taking a simple bath had almost killed him, and he smiled at the sight of his sleeping mate.



Although what was about to happen next would not be as nice.



~*~



Blue eyes fluttered open, and the first thing he noticed was the larger male beside him. For a while he stared at Sasuke, tracing his fine features; it was odd being awake before the wolf. The dominant was always awake and watching over him. So this was the first time for him to see his mate with such a tranquil face. Naruto couldn’t help but blush and reached over, lightly brushing his dark hair away from his pale face.



“You okay?” Naruto was startled by his deep voice, only noticing then that he was awake.



“Ah, I’m sorry, did I wake you?”



“Nah, I was already awake, but are you okay?”



“I’m fine, but er... can I go take a bath or something?”



Sasuke cocked an eyebrow. “You don’t need to ask like that, after all you are part of this family now and own this home just like I do. Well, c’mon,” he said standing up, and then reached his arm down to help the Kitsune up. Then he started rummaging through the shelves for towels and soaps.



He handed the items to Naruto. “You need any help?” he asked with a cheeky grin.



Naruto sputtered and blushed crimson. “No-no, I can manage!” and then ran out of the room.



Sasuke chuckled, and as soon as Naruto was out of the room he followed behind him slowly as his instincts wouldn’t let him stay away from the blonde for long. He waited outside the door listening to the splashing of water, trying to figure out a way of talking with his father. In a way he knew trying to talk to Fugaku wouldn’t be easy; the older youkai would most likely try and shy away from the issue. Yet Naruto had to know about his ‘mother’ and father, his mate deserved to know about his past... his heritage.



The problem would be finding the demon. He vaguely wondered if Kyuubi could still be alive? He was never killed after all, just sealed away...



“Sasuke, what are you doing here?” a timid voice surprised him.



Sasuke turned to see Naruto standing by the open doorway, wet hair sticking against his face. The young wolf almost jumped the blonde when he saw how utterly adorable he looked.



“Erm, are you done?”



“Yeah, what is it?” he asked, noticing how nervous his mate looked.



“Well, we have to go see my father.”



“We do?” he replied hesitantly.



Noticing how uncomfortable he was getting, Sasuke passed him a smile. “It will be fine,” he reassured him and guided the blonde towards his father’s office.



Fugaku was surprised to see them; he put his papers away and gestured for them to sit down. “What is it?” he asked.



“Father, I want you to tell Naruto what you have told me.”



His father’s eyes widened in shock, he wasn’t expecting this. The older youkai let out a heavy sigh before searching through his desk drawer for a specific item. He frowned when he couldn’t find the photograph. Had he misplaced it? No, he always made sure to keep his possessions safe, especially that trinket. So were could it have gone?



‘Itachi...’ a smirk spread on the older man’s face. Why his son had to be so sneaky he would never understand, maybe he was just as curious as they were as to who Kyuubi was. Well that wasn’t the only picture he had of the great youkai. Slowly he managed to push himself up out of the seiza position and walked towards the Byobu folding screen. He moved the screen to the side to reveal a simple cabinet; it was nothing special to look at, no decorations or Uchiha markings, but just a simple piece of furniture.



Fugaku opened it to reveal more paper work, but underneath that there was a removable bottom; carefully he lifted the wooden panel to reveal a small box. The Ookami lifted it out and closed the cabinet, before sitting down at his desk again. Sasuke and Naruto looked at the box quizzically and then at Fugaku.



“Open it,” he said.



Naruto took his shaky hands and grasped the cool wood; slowly he unhinged the lock and opened it. It creaked dreadfully at being moved after such a long time, and there, lined in its velvety pouch, lay a pile of faded black-and-white pictures. Naruto picked up the first one; it was that of an older regal Youkai, dressed in a kimono lined with winter furs. A beautiful face with three whisker-like markings on his cheek, and two furry black-tipped ears on top. That face... the resemblance was striking; shakily the young Kitsune dropped the picture.



“That-that... who... I-don’t...” he stuttered. Wide blue eyes stared at the older youkai with something akin to fear.



“He’s your ‘mother’.”



“My mother? I don’t...”



Fugaku halted his tirade with a raised hand. “Calm yourself young one, as with every story there is a beginning.”





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The desert stretched out for miles, and for anyone who didn’t come from this land it may seem as a journey filled with peril; for Gaara it was more of a stroll. This was his element, of course.



They left as soon as Temari was done ‘relieving’ herself, so that he could finally leave. He hated the fact though that he had an escort, not that his cousin made much of an escort. Gaara would most likely have been much safer without him. He stared at the older youkai ambling cheerfully in front of him; he wore all black. A hood with extra material to cover his ears, and on his back a large casket was strapped on, most likely hiding a few puppets.



“Kankurou, how much further is Konoha?” the young raccoon asked.



“At this pace and without any rest we’ll probably reach it by sunrise.”



Gaara didn’t reply as he became thoughtful; they would reach the home of his little brother. An old feeling brewed up in his chest, he guessed it would be called excitement. Finally a connection to his father!



For you see Gaara hadn’t lived the life he had now, the most part of his life he had spent running with his mother, since he was hunted down by Suna like a dog. The place he now ruled had once been his enemy.



His mother was called the daughter of Suna, she was a princess and revered by the people. That was ‘til the ‘great’ Kitsune demon Kyuubi came along. It was mating season, they had lost control over each other and fucked. It was meaningless; they didn’t mark each other or form a bond, it was just a way to relieve the pressure, but they weren’t careful enough, and he was the outcome. When her parents found out what had happened they threw her out of the kingdom.



His oka-san told him how her parents had first tried to contact the demon, only he didn’t answer their messages. So they saw no other choice but to get rid of the stain, specifically him. His hated his ‘father’ then, that demon who others called loyal, kind, and fearless... he had abandoned his mother. Yet she did not hate his father at all.



“Little akachan (baby), I want you to remember... that your father is not a bad demon. We felt nothing towards each other, it was only one night. But I regret nothing. For I have you now, my son. My Gaara...”



His mother was a fool. She died soon after in his arms, killed by her family.



From then on he made it his life’s mission to get revenge, against his so-called ‘family’... and his father.



Suna came first; they were surprised to see him alive, the babe they had left to die in the unforgiving desert came back to show them hell. He had inherited most of Kyuubi’s strength, not his elemental powers, but that was enough. True he had killed his grandparents and uncle, but for some reason the nation was overjoyed. It seemed like the royal family was nothing but cruel, even towards their subjects, so Gaara unwittingly freed them and became the Kazekage.



The step was to bring down Kyuubi himself. Gaara trained for years; the war with the humans ranged on. So he waited, went through the royal archives ‘til he found something that completely changed his perception. Papers, documents, and plans, revealing all of the family secrets. That’s when he found out that his father wasn’t at fault. Kyuubi was never told about him, royal family never contacted him; they had lied to his mother and killed her in the end for nothing.



So what had he left now? His revenge was fulfilled, there was nothing left, so he decided to find his father and reconcile with the demon. Only to receive a message saying that he had died in the war.



Gaara had given up all hope of finding a real family then; he tried to be content with his cousins, but there was no connection between them. Nothing like what he had with his mother, and for years after the war he felt like he was alone. Then one of his most trusted spies sent him a message saying that they heard of a Kitsune demon living deep in the Konoha forest. A spark of hope flowed through him, he couldn’t really believe it after all...



There was only one Kitsune demon left, the last of his kind. Kyuubi had died, but his spies wouldn’t betray him. He tried not getting his hopes up, so instead of going to the village himself he ordered more spies to scout out the area, and it had only been at the beginning of this mating season that he had finally gotten an official report of his little brother’s existence.



He would finally meet him now, his little brother. Gaara couldn’t help but smile.



Kankurou cringed; he felt a shiver go down his spine, and his ears flattened against his skull. Gaara was smiling... how scary.





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Naruto was hyperventilating; his tanned hands were balled up in fists so tight that the insides of his palms bled.



For so long... so long he had thought he had been abandoned by his parents, unloved...



Oh god, he had to breathe!



Abruptly he stood up, disturbing the desk and the items on it before rushing out of the room. Sasuke gave his father a regretful look and followed his mate.



Fugaku sighed heavily and leaned back in his chair. Dark eyes fell upon the stack of pictures, Kyuubi’s face looking back at him.



“Well my old friend... that went better than expected.”





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...Gosh...that was quiet a lot...



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