Reise zu Reinkarnation

XIV.

Uchiha’s plan was perfect. All he needed to do was leave a few orders lying around – which was simple enough to achieve when he could take control of the body’s hand – and then simply bide his time. The baby wasn’t formed enough yet for a successful transplant, so he had to be patient. And so he just simply set his energies to keeping tabs on the growing child and keeping Orochimaru and Sasuke from discovering his plan. The transplant had to be done at the perfect time and so it was crucial that he behave himself. Once he was safely within the body of that child, safely delivered to the world, he could accelerate the cell growth of the body and regain what he had lost. Of course, if he waited, then he could perform the perfect patricide in history.

But he wasn’t that patient.

He made sure his followers made just enough skirmishes to keep things interesting, to keep everyone focused on what was an outside threat, instead of what could be an inside job. He simply watched the child grow, grinning madly as each month passed.

Orochimaru, on the other hand, had begun to think. His whole reason for seeking the Sharingan was to secure jutsu that could allow him to live forever. His whole reason for continuing to exist was to, hopefully, one day, see his parents again. He knew his only hope for another century of life was to take that child’s body for himself, but could he really do that now? Could he deny this Uzumaki-Uchiha child the right to know its parents? Could he really pretend to be the child its parents love so desperately despite the fact they had no idea what it was, what it could be?

No.

He couldn’t.

But he could protect it.

So he watched Uchiha, made sure whatever Uchiha did was counteracted by his own followers, fully prepared to give up this chance at a second life if only to give that precious child the chance to know its parents.

He would have to give up his chance, Orochimaru decided.

But he would make sure Uchiha lost his chance as well.


Naruto paced back and forth in the hallway, going over all the things he could’ve done wrong today. He’d done all his paperwork; he’d cleaned the apartment; he’d even gone grocery shopping to make sure he had enough to meet Sasuke’s cravings. He’d done the laundry; he’d picked up the baby furniture. But even though he’d done all that, Sasuke had still locked himself in the bathroom and refused to come out.

“Sasuke!” Naruto said, leaning against the door. “Come out!”

“No! Go away!”

“Sasuke, come out right now, or I’m breaking down this door.”

The lock on the door clicked open, but Sasuke didn’t emerge. Naruto took a deep breath, counted to ten twice, and open the door to the bathroom. Sasuke stood before the sink mirror, naked, staring at his reflection in the glass. More so, he was staring at his rounded stomach, his hand on the bulge, his black eyes bright with tears.

“Sasuke?” Naruto questioned softly.

Sasuke’s head turned to stare at the blonde, and he tried not to start crying again. Naruto moved forward to hug the smaller man, feeling their child protest the movement, kicking against its mother’s stomach to tell the father to get away.

“Sasuke, what’s wrong?” Naruto asked again.

Sasuke sniffled. “I’m ugly and I’m fat and I don’t know why you’re putting up with me!”

God dammit. Naruto turned his head away from the mirror and frowned, resolving to murder whoever put those thoughts in his lover’s head. When he had his face under control he turned back to Sasuke and tilted his head up, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

“You’re not ugly; you’re the most beautiful creature to ever walk the planet. You’re not fat; you’re pregnant. And I put up with you because I love you.” Naruto carefully wiped away Sasuke’s tears, kissing a few away as well, working to get the smaller brunette to smile. “I love you, Uchiha Sasuke.”

“I love you, too, Uzumaki Naruto.” Sasuke whispered.

Naruto nuzzled his lover’s throat, smiling as he pulled the brunette from the bathroom, leading him toward the bedroom. Sasuke began to protest just like Naruto thought he would, but Naruto wouldn’t let him slip away this time. The blonde settled his lover onto the bed, settling between his legs and taking hold of the brunette’s cock and stroking it to life.

“Sasuke,” Naruto began softly, “I don’t care what you look like. I don’t care that you haven’t been able to see your own feet for the past month. I don’t care that you cry because there’s no hot peppers on your ice cream. I don’t care that you wake me up in the middle of the night because you’re freezing. I don’t care because I love you.”

Naruto descended on Sasuke’s cock, sucking the hardened shaft, listening to the brunette mewl and moan as he felt Naruto’s tongue swirling around his cock, teasing until Sasuke was so hard all he could do was submit to the Hokage’s ministrations.
Naruto, of course, wasn’t content with just giving his mate head, getting Sasuke to crawl back onto the bed while Naruto pulled off his own clothes, moving to get the vial of fluid he used for lube before he settled on the bed beside Sasuke.
“Naruto, I don’t know about this.” Sasuke whispered as Naruto rolled him onto his side.

“I’m sure about it. Just relax, love, and let me do everything okay?”

Before Sasuke could protest, Naruto’s cooled fingers pressed into him, moving deep into his body to stretch him for something much larger, and all Sasuke could do was cling to the pillows and sheets and try not to cry out too loudly. Naruto wasn’t making things any easier for him, his hand moving in a perfect rhythm in and out of Sasuke, his mouth whispering dirty little things into his ear, making sure Sasuke couldn’t protest. Sasuke was left empty for a few moments, his leg soon lifted up as Naruto pressed his cock against his lover’s passage and pressed in.

The coupling was slow and leisurely, the dirty things the Hokage muttered changing to loving endearments. Naruto kissed Sasuke’s shoulder and throat as he thrust into him, careful to keep the movement slow and gentle, mostly so he wouldn’t hurt mother or child. It wasn’t long before Sasuke’s muscles tightened around Naruto, the blonde’s hand covered in hot, sticky white. Naruto hissed as he was squeezed, filling his lover with his seed. Naruto sighed happily and pulled out of his lover, reaching for a cloth to clean them both up, tossing the rag into the hamper before reaching for a small box, letting Sasuke roll onto his back to sit up.

Naruto turned to Sasuke, rolling onto his knees, leaning to kiss his lover before settling back, offering the box to the brunette with a gentle smile. Sasuke took it and ran his fingers over the velvet, blinking as he opened the box to stare at what lay within.

“Sasuke,” Naruto asked softly, “will you marry me?”

The brunette stared at the silver ring in the box and fought not to cry. He picked up the ring and dropped the box onto the bedcovers, rolling the cool metal over and over in his fingers. He heard Naruto ask again and then a third time. On the fourth, nervously asked and just a little strained, Sasuke looked up at Naruto.

“Sasuke?”

Sasuke’s lips trembled. “Yes, Naruto. Yes.”

Naruto’s look of apprehension vanished as he took that silver band and slipped it on Sasuke’s ring finger, kissing that ring, then his mate. Sasuke did his best not to cry when Naruto moved to make love to him again, and held tight to that ring around his finger when they reached their completion together.