Parthenogenesis

A/N: So here's the first lime. It's not that great. I'm not a guy, so it's missing that X-factor, AND it's the first of any type of smut I've ever written so...Have an open mind about it...very open...like no door open...

Chapter 14: Diaries of a Ranting Old Woman


Probably 99 percent of people move in their sleep. It’s nearly impossible not to because no one has any control over their actions as they sleep. You can almost guarantee that you will never wake up in the same position as when you went to sleep.

Sasuke Uchiha fit into that 1 percent of people who could not move so much as a hair as he slept. He could sleep on a branch not even five inches wide and not so much as totter on the edge of falling off in his sleep.

Naruto Uzumaki was Sasuke’s opposite. If he fell asleep beside Sasuke, comfortably together with an arm around the other, it would be certain not to stay that way as a certain young Avenger found out the next morning. Tan legs were entangled with his own, a thigh dangerously and deliciously close to a very important private part, sun kissed blond hair spreading its ramen-y scent right under the Uchiha’s nose, and strong arms wrapped securely around his chest. Naruto was practically on top of Sasuke.

Strangely enough, Sasuke had never awoken feeling more safe than he did that morning. It was especially ironic because the dobe was nearly suffocating him with his warm weight and the strangling bear hug.

Naruto looked so peaceful sleeping there, like a golden fox cub napping in the sun, albeit a real golden fox probably wouldn’t be leaving a puddle of drool on his shoulder like Naruto was doing. Yet, even so, Naruto was holding on to the Uchiha like a lover would. That thought sparked off a hidden mental box of hentai-ness in the Uchiha. Some of them were probably inspired by the Icha Icha Paradise Kakashi had given him (the young Uchiha had been sneaking chapters of the book whenever he could, usually when Naruto went off to use the bathroom.). Sasuke couldn’t quite figure out how someone even thought up some of that stuff. It was erotic…yes…but really, quite blush-inspiring just to think of it. No wonder Kakashi wore a mask- it helped hide the blush while he was reading that stuff.

Sasuke was broken from his thoughts by Naruto talking in his sleep.

“Oh, Sasuke…mmmm…yes…right there…mmm…feels good…sas..ke.”

The box of hentai thoughts opened once more in Sasuke’s mind. He just hoped Naruto didn’t wake up right then, or he would certainly know exactly what was on the Avenger’s mind. How could he not, it was, quite literally digging into the blond’s thigh at the moment. The sexual frustration was exhilarating. The Uchiha had turned himself into such a cold, calm, and collected individual that he had nearly every aspect of himself under control. But Naruto broke that control, as easily as he broke his chopsticks for ramen. The blond didn’t think about what he was doing to the Uchiha, he did not study and plan a method of attack. It was just and purely him- his blond kitsune that made the Avenger side of him break. Every level of control break for that matter, and it made Sasuke feel wondrously free, thrillingly unchained. He only feared that the blond would leave and Sasuke would be left to relock himself back up, never to escape again. But Sasuke met every fear with his sharp mind, even this one. He would keep the blond. Naruto was his. The dobe was…waking up. Damn. Sasuke’s little problem was still there fully (it was a hard problem to solve).

Naruto was still half asleep when he peered blearily up at Sasuke.

“Sasuke, why did you wear your kunai pouch to bed? I think one got out. It’s poking me in the leg,” Naruto sleepily whined. He gave ‘dumb blond’ a new meaning. (A/N: no offense any blondes out there.)

“I didn’t wear my kunai to bed, dobe,” said Sasuke. He looked off at the ceiling- anything to keep the kitsune boy from seeing his blush-stained cheeks. He was trying to will his erection away, and he knew that looking at the blond would probably just make it take longer to go away.

It took Naruto a little while to decrypt the Uchiha response to a normal-person response, and when he did, a blush came to his cheeks too. He learned a great deal about that sort of stuff under the Ero-sennin after all. Sasuke felt Naruto’s thigh rub against his hardness as if to make sure his assumption was correct.

“Oh,” he said lamely as he felt Sasuke’s length pulse against him.

Silenced reigned supreme for a few before: “Ah, hehe, I…uh…I could help you with that…if you want, that is,” Naruto coughed nervously, not quite meeting Sasuke’s eyes.

Sasuke’s eyes darted from trying to find interesting non-Naruto shapes on the ceiling of the tent to Naruto’s blue eyes in an instant. ‘Did the Dobe just offer what I think he did?’ thought Sasuke. Last night he was nervous about kissing the Uchiha, and today Naruto was willing to…

Well, it was certainly Naruto fashion. Naruto wasn’t one to wade slowly into the water. No, he would jump right in and hope that he could swim. But this wasn’t swimming. No, it certainly wasn’t. This was their relationship. A bond the Uchiha actually wanted to keep, brother’s warnings or not. He didn’t want to push for things to happen too quickly. Slow and steady’s the way, right? But looking back at Naruto, he remembered all the years they had spent together. Sasuke wanted to believe that he knew the blond well enough to know that there was no such thing as too fast. The blond would never offer anything he wasn’t willing to do.

Naruto meanwhile, took Sasuke’s thinking-silence as a ‘no’ and was already starting to disentangle himself, afraid that he had made Mr. Asexual Uchiha uncomfortable. A pale hand caught his wrist to keep him from getting up.

“Sasuke?”

Sasuke nodded.

Naruto’s hands shook with either nervousness or excitement (probably a little of both) as he reached for Sasuke’s boxers. His ever-warm hands tickling the smooth white skin above the band, making Sasuke twitch, but also increasing his anticipation of what those hands could do a little lower. He closed he eyes so that he could feel Naruto’s hands better. Those bewitching hands making even more protective barriers fall in the Uchiha’s mind and heart. A hand slipped under the elastic band, teasing black curls before making contact with Sasuke’s hard erection. Sasuke had thought that he was already pretty hard, but one touch from Naruto’s hand belayed that idea. Naruto played with the tip of his erection, smearing around the beading precum into a frictionless lube of sorts. His member twitched and pulsed with every circle Naruto’s thumb made around his head. It was a beautiful torture making Sasuke want more, oh, so much more, and yet he was unwilling to give up the pleasure of Naruto’s tease right then to get more just yet. Sasuke’s eyes stayed closed as he basked in the feelings Naruto’s hand released in him.

And then the hand encased him, sliding down his shaft tortuously slow. Where was Naruto’s normal hard, fast, never stopping pace? Sasuke could not care. Sasuke could not think. Years of forcing himself into asexualness had taken its toll on the raven-haired man. He had forgotten this feeling of his youth, his puberty. He had grown out of it, or so he told himself. And yet, now, the yearning was back. He was no longer asexual, only Naruto-sexual now.

Naruto was pumping faster and faster, the friction was back but not unwelcome. It was torture and it was pleasure. And then it stopped. Sasuke felt the hand slide out of his boxer. A whining moan slipped from his lips unbidden and he wondered what other sounds had escaped his lips without him knowing. Sasuke opened his eyes to find Naruto staring up into his eyes again. The blond continued staring into black orbs as he slipped the boxers down Sasuke’s hips and engorged member, leaving them on his thighs.

Naruto licked his lips briefly and Sasuke’s eyes widened, first in shock of what he thought Naruto was getting ready to do, and then in shock of the feeling of Naruto’s lips encasing him. That hot mouth around his member nearly overwhelmed his senses. A wet tongue played with his head before Naruto’s mouth took in all of him he could without gagging. And then began the sucking. The sweet, murderously good feeling of all his senses being overloaded made the Uchiha close his eyes in contentment once more. A tongue still played with his mouth-encased member. He was reaching the end of his endurance. He couldn’t keep himself from coming for much longer. He felt like he was going to explode.

“Na-ru-to!” He tried to warn the blond, but either it was too late for warning or the blond wanted Sasuke to cum in his mouth. It appeared to be the latter, as Naruto swallowed every last bit of his cum, even licking the exhausted member clean before pulling boxers over it once more.

Naruto crawled back up to Sasuke’s face. “We couldn’t have you dirty up the only blanket we have with your cum, could we, teme?” Naruto mocked asked while licking his lips clean.

“No,” Sasuke agreed before pulling him in for a deep kiss, deeper than any they had had before. Sasuke licked Naruto’s lips, tasting his own taste. Naruto granted him access to his mouth and tongue wrestled tongue as they both fought to explore the other first. Sasuke won, tracing extended canines to their points. Naruto’s tongue tried to reach Sasuke’s tonsils when it went exploring. Their tongues met again in another playful match, before Sasuke finally broke them apart, still breathing heavily. He wanted to continue, but they had stuff to do that day and distance that needed to be traveled.

“We need…to pack up camp...and start traveling again,” he puffed out. Naruto nodded, and they began getting dressed.

It wasn’t until they were starting to pack up the tent that Naruto suddenly ran off to puke into the bushes. Sasuke followed, not exactly sure what to do to help the blond. He ended up holding his long blond hair out of the way as Naruto emptied his stomach.

Naruto straightened back up wiping his mouth clean and took a swig of water from the bottle Sasuke passed him.

“Was I that bad tasting?” Sasuke asked.

Naruto shook his head, holding his stomach. “Morning sickness. I’ll start feeling better later.”

Sasuke eyed him up and down. Naruto was looking rather pale, no doubt thanks to blowing chunks seconds before. But besides that, Naruto was also looking thinner. Sasuke wondered why he hadn’t noticed before.

“You haven’t been eating well.” It was a statement. A blunt statement, not a question.

The thrill of that morning was over. It was back to the world of problems, big and small, that Naruto and Sasuke would have to face.

Naruto shrugged. “I eat lunch and supper, but I can’t keep anything down for breakfast and supper seems to come back up every morning too.”

“You will eat better.” Again, no question, more of a command.

“Yes, mother,” replied Naruto cheekily.

“Would you like me to play the mother?” Sasuke threatened, but it was in a more playful sense. Kami, it seemed Sasuke was starting to get a funny bone. It was a small one. Possibly the top joint of his left pinky toe.

“Why would I want that? So, you could teach me how to brood properly like all Uchihas?” replied Naruto right back, the color coming back to him and the morning sickness starting to ease up.

“No. So I could teach you some manners and whip you for being insolent.”

Naruto laughed loudly, the serious tone of the day forgotten. The sun was shining, the weather was still warm for this time of the year (mid-October), and the leaves were just starting to turn all shades of red and orange and yellow. The two took off through the woods trading insults and threats. Naruto ran and jumped. Sasuke followed wraith-like, making sure the dobe didn’t hurt himself or push himself too much.

It was this increased pace that got them to the next village over from Konoha early that evening, even in time for supper. Naruto begged and pleaded for ramen, but Sasuke was resolute. He was going to get the dobe to eat something healthier, regardless of previous promises.

Finally Naruto compromised, “How about a half-ramen, half-whatever-you-want dinner, and I won’t complain a bit about whatever you make me eat!”

That was a tempting offer, but Sasuke had his mind set. It would be all healthy food or all healthy food. That was that. He shook his head in the negative at Naruto’s offer and began looking for a good restaurant.

“But Sasuke!” Naruto whined.

“No, Naruto.” He said shortly. Naruto pouted a second longer before his face got this look that said, ‘I’m about to play really dirty.’ That face kind of scared the Uchiha.

“Sasuke,” Naruto sing-songed.

“Hn.”

Naruto grabbed Sasuke by his vest and pulled him into a nearby alley. He kissed him, slowly at first, but then more and more deeply and heated. Sasuke kissed back as good as he got. He leaned in for another but Naruto kept pulling back, dangling his slightly red lips just millimeters from Sasuke. Sasuke could feel his breath against his sensitive lips, but could never reach the source.

“Dobe!” he warned.

“All I want is some ramen. Just a little bitty mini morsel of noodles and broth! Please! Sasuke, please?”

“Ahum,” agreed Sasuke readily, diving back in for Naruto’s lips. They continued on until Naruto’s stomach started growling loudly. Then, it was ramen time.

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“Ah, I’m full now,” voiced Naruto happily.

“I should hope so.” Naruto had had five bowls of ramen, 2 bowls of salad, nearly a whole chicken (skinless and grilled), some fish, a couple of apples, and then had proceeded to lick his plate clean.

“Aw, teme, don’t say it in that tone. I’m eating for five, you know.”

“Hn. I know.” Sasuke placed his hand on Naruto’s still flat and muscular stomach.

“So, Sasuke! What are we going to do next?” asked Naruto excitably.

“You’re going to look for that sensei of yours and I’m going to get some supplies. You dropped half of your stuff down that cliff.”

“Okay! I’ll go check the women’s bath houses then!” exclaimed Naruto before running off before Sasuke could ask for an explanation. See, Sasuke had never spent any time with the Toad Hermit and knew little of his perverted ways. Sasuke shook his head and went off to do his own shopping.

Sasuke went around the town picking up items to replace those they had lost. He didn’t bother getting a new tent, since Naruto and him could share one quite cozily. He did, however, get a new blanket. It was thicker. He didn’t want the carrier of his children catching a cold or something of the like.

He eventually found himself in a small pharmacy looking for something to help Naruto with his morning sickness. He was reading the back of a package of herbal tea when an elderly woman came up to him. She had on a shirt with the emblem on the stores sign on it, and Sasuke hazarded the guess that she owned the store.

“Looking for something for your wife’s morning sickness, dear?” she inquired politely.

“Not quite,” answered Sasuke. The lady had an air of wisdom about her in her deep wrinkles, bright eyes, and grey hair. She looked like she had seen it all. Maybe this was why he didn’t blow her off with one of his ‘hn’ responses.

“A girlfriend then?” she asked.

Sasuke didn’t want to lie to her, but then, he doubted she would believe it was something closer to his boyfriend being pregnant (not that boyfriend was the proper title yet. Sasuke would have to ask Naruto about that when he saw him next.).

Sasuke nodded.

“I hope you’re going to be a proper gentleman about it and ask her to marry you then. You had an equal share in creating that child too, you know. I don’t like all these young kids messing around and then not taking responsibility for their actions,” she scolded the Uchiha. She continued scolding him, not even giving him time for a response. “And shinobi are the worst of them. Always sleepinig around, procreating,” she hissed the word, “and then never getting married. It’s always, ‘My enemies this,’ or , ‘My enemies that,’ always afraid of tying themselves down. It’s just that: fear. They’re afraid that
someone will hurt their families or that someone will kill them and so they never settle down. And trust me, I know shinobi. I was a midwife for ninja in Konoha for 40 years before I grew too old and shaky that I couldn’t hold a newborn without dropping it. Oh, the secrets I know of who the fathers are of all those bastard children. It’s wrong. They should marry and settle down and live as a family. Afraid someone will try to kill the family? Then the shinobi should train harder and get stronger for his family. No excuses.”

Sasuke did several impressions of a goldfish, opening his mouth to cut the old lady off only to have the lady cut him off instead. He just wanted some medicine for Naruto, not a speech by some old lady that was so desperate for someone to talk to that she would attack customers’ ears with that mouth of hers. And she still continued.

“And you. You have the look of a shinobi about you. You’re probably planning on bastardizing that child of your girlfriend’s too. Probably have a midwife like me that’s going to keep your secrets. You are all alike. Even the great ones. I remember the Yondaime. He did the same.” That got Sasuke’s attention, and he stopped trying to cut the lady off. The yondaime had an unknown child? Who? “He knocked up his pretty little girlfriend and wouldn’t marry her because the, ‘Rock nins would kill her and any heirs of mine. They’re safer this way,’ he said. I remember delivering the baby as the Kyuubi was destroying the place. The mother died. Too much stress on her body, see? But it was the cutest little boy. A mirror of his father with blue eyes and blond hair. I had barely just cleaned him off before the fourth grabbed him and stuck him in a sealing circle. I never did figure out what happened to the boy. The last time I saw him, he was crying in pain as a spiral tatoo appeared on his stomach and he got these weird whisker marks on his cheeks. Never seen anything like it before. And then what does the fourth do? He falls over and dies. Leaves that boy without his proper surname and without any family at all. If I was the son of the fourth, I would sure like to know it!”

Her rant cooled down, but Sasuke’s mind was whirling. This old lady was talking about Naruto. His Naruto. And he was the son of the fourth? Sasuke wondered if the Ramen-lover knew that.

The lady started talking to him again. “So you see, young man. You don’t want to be leaving any of your children without a father. You train harder, get stronger, and you ask that girlfriend you so unwisely knocked up to marry you. You don’t leave her there to take care of herself. You understand?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied absently, unusually respectful. That was the first time he had ever been chewed out like that by anyone, and it left him with so much to think about. He paid for the herbal tea as if in a fog and then left to find Naruto.

They had some stuff to talk about. A lot of stuff.

O0o.end of chapter.o0O