...The Wedding...

Pairing(s): Naru/Sasu

Rating: NC-17...porn.

Disclaimer: I... yeah I don't own it. (...wish I could) It's the sole property of Masashi Kishimoto... No seriously if you think I owned this SHEER, UTTER masterpiece...get checked by a professional psychologist.

WARNING: SEX PEOPLE! For mature readers only! Kiddies do not complain to me if your eyeballs bleed...I did warn you.

Beta: ...I've gone through this whole thing without a beta, and I still don't want one. My-awesomeness-amazes-me –smirk-

A/N: On another note: TEARS! IT'S ENDING...NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

(*)(*)(*)

This was ridiculous.

Utterly ridiculous.

The day, his wedding day, had dawned with Sasuke still completely awake, huddled under large, comfortable-as-sin blue blanket, pale arms wrapped around his drawn up knees and blankly staring into space. It was nineteen months to the day of his confirmed engagement.

Weak rays of sunlight flittered through the loose thin aquamarine curtains; to illuminate his pale face and hunched form. Absently he knew his mother was going to kill him for not resting; but tried as he might, he couldn't have gotten his eyes to stay closed for less than a minute last night. He wasn't worried...oh no, it was the crippling anticipation that was running rampant under his skin that had made sleep impossible.

It was completely surreal; there were times he felt like he was floating above the world, watching absently like a guardian spirit as some lucky human was on the brink of one of the most overwhelming adventure of a lifetime.

Marriage.

He shifted. The most distinct sound in the quiet room was the slow thud of his heart, slowly pumping blood through his arteries. Alabaster lids slipped closed for a moment; mind racing.

Even after threatening prosecution they, (Sasuke, his veritable army of lawyers and his mother) hadn't been successful in keeping the day's date secret from the horde of journalists that hounded his every step. The media had gotten hold of it two months ago and, to no one's surprise and his father's comprehensive irritation, a small square of space on the front page of the Kohona Sun was dedicated to a countdown of the day, sarcastically snubbed D-day: August 15.

This day was going to be a media madhouse.

He shifted again as a small smile flittered across his lips thinking about what Mikoto had been up to for the last couple months. Under the supervision of his strident mother; every section of the traditional wedding had been dissected and discarded.

There were no bridesmaids, no groomsmen's, no white doves or rice throwing; not even a chapel or shrine. The wedding was an open air event; placed on spit of private owned snow sand beach.

He glanced up at the clothes he would don at the ceremony; soft, thin white linen shirt and pants; it was all tied in with the laissez-faire, bohemian theme. At first Sasuke had wondered if the unconventional idea that Naruto had come up with on that day at the French café was evenly remotely sane or appropriately dignified... but then Mikoto heard it and with a manic light in her eyes she had grabbed onto it with both hands.

Sasuke had gone silent.

You didn't argue with a man's mother on his wedding day.

When they had put together the list of invitees, the amount had surpassed two hundred. They were names of second and third branch relatives Sasuke hadn't heard of in his whole life. Exasperated, the Uchiha had made it clear that he didn't want what was promising to be a circus side show. This turning point in his life was not to be transformed into some entertainment topic on the five o'clock news; so he and Naruto had put their heads together and whittled the amount down to an intimate group of forty-five.

Everyone from his office had been banned except Haku, the Yuki he could deal with. The blond had insisted on front place seats for Kiba, Shikamaru, Kankuro and Shukaku. It was when Naruto casually mentioned that Kiba would be bringing his fiancé Hinata that Sasuke had run into his first bump: Neji.

He had spent days wavering about inviting Neji but then his phone lit up and an extremely polite Hyuuga-esque compromise met his eyes. Seemed that Neji would stay for the ceremony but would leave directly after; allowing no questions about their current relationship.

Sasuke was relieved.

Naruto had been agitatedly hopping on his feet for weeks after he had tried incessantly to find Tsunade to give her his own personal invitation; when he had finally got through to her, Tsunade thought the grainy connection explained that she was in the boonies of outback Australia and that even though half a world away she would damn sure be at the wedding.

The day when he had gotten the confirmation, Naruto dragged him to another ridiculous amusement park and stuffed Sasuke with pink cotton candy.

Pink.

That day remained a black hole in his memory.

Sasuke had personally phoned Itachi and the man had replied with a sound 'yes' with a warning; the whole family was coming and that meant toddler Kiseki, so they better have Milan in his sight at all times or he would throw a fit.

The amused raven had chuckled and assured that the five year old blond heart-breaker would be there; in formal capacity of ring bearer.

A soft knock on the door snapped Sasuke out of his muses and he glanced up to see Mikoto entering with a cup of tea and a knowing smile.

"Couldn't sleep, huh?" she said perching on the bed's edge patting his knee, "Don't worry... it's normal."

"Is it normal that I'm getting married to your best friend's son?" he asked quietly.

Mikoto's warm eyes narrowed scarily, "Sasuke if you dare get cold feet I will not hesitate to cold clock you with your father's golf clubs."

Sasuke winced, "I take it back mother. I'm just..."

Hazel eyed looked at him understandingly. "You're wondering if this is the right move," she sighed, "You're wondering if twenty years from now you will be the same person; you're wondering if all the pieces will still fit, you're wondering about the fights you're going to have, you're wondering if you will be screaming at the wall in frustration or screaming in pleasure, you're wondering how your children will turn out, you're wondering about everything else except the one thing that you should be thinking about...your happiness."

She was right, on everything. "Mother, I c-"

She glared. "Yes you can. Five hours Sasuke. Five hours; get your head in the game." She softened and pulled his dark head to her shoulder, piano fingers trailing through his hair, "I promise you, Naruto will not let you break."

He smiled wanly. "I hope so."

***On The Other Side Of Town****

"Dude," Kiba said eyes bugging out, "Are you sure that rock won't eclipse the sun?"

Naruto rolled his eyes snapping the box shut, "Kiba, it's not that big. It's not even a rock."

"In which universe?" the Inuzuka asked ignoring the last part of the blonde's sentence. "It's completely made of Mediterranean fresh water pearl. It glows."

"Yeah..." the blonde retorted, "..ummm, that's kinda the point."

Kiba snorted grabbing the bag of spicy jalapeño chips off the coffee table and stuffed a handful in his mouth, "W'y ya'll did'n' go th' normal diamon' route?"

"Does Sasuke look like the diamond kind of guy to you... and when have I ever been normal?" Naruto asked brow arched flinging a dish rag to the Inuzuka. "And please don't talk with your mouth full, I don't want to see your half masticated shit."

"You're right about not being normal." Kiba said peering into the bag and frowning, "You are crazy as a cou-cou bird."

Naruto flung a football at him. Kiba chuckled, "So you've fully recovered from the party last night?"

The Uzumaki snorted, "I wish. We got kicked out of the ramen restaurant for the food fight, which though epic left me with noodles in unmentionable places, and then we got kicked out of the strip club for 'disturbing- the- peace'. Kankuro got arrested after peeing on a cop's car, Shukaku nearly got a felony for fighting the said cop and after we finally got into the open poolside bar you mister 'I'm-cool-and-NOT-drunk-off-my-ass' tried some stupid Jedi mind trick on Shika to get his lazy ass to drink the 'special mix' you brought for him and then when he did, found it was piss, he pushed you into the chocolate fountain and then shoved your ass in the pool and we got kicked out again; this time with a restraining order."

Kiba went still; then a tone of dread crept into his voice, "You didn't..."

"Sorry buddy," Naruto grinned swirling his glass of vodka doctored orange juice, "but that video had already got like one-twenty likes on Facebook, two-sixty-five on Twitter and five hundred on YouTube."

"You ass." Kiba groaned, "I hate you."

"No, your ass actually..." Naruto retorted grinning, "... that was the first part of you we saw coming up; your pants were somewhere around your ankles."

"Jesus." Kiba moaned, "Old man Hyuuga is going to skin me and turn my hide into his car seat. I'm dead."

Silence.

"Dude...you all right?" Kiba asked upon the silence to his mourning; sable brows contracted tightly. "... Naruto?"

The Uzumaki snapped out of it. "Yeah..." he replied giving a half grin, "Just thinking about today... ya'know... everything."

"Yeah..." the vet snorted, "Marrying the gorgon."

"Kiba, if you pick on Sasuke one more time I swear I will tell Hinata about the time when Hana and I walked in on you doing that thing with peanut butter, cranberry sauce, Akamaru and the rubber chicken."

Kiba paled. "Whoa...man... that's... you wouldn't ...would ya'?"

Naruto glared.

"Okay, fine..." Kiba sighed, "No more Uchiha cracks...I get it."

The brunet glanced to the clock and grinned, "Shouldn't you be getting ready right now...you might be late for you own funer-ahem- wedding."

Naruto went pale. "Shit."

(*)(*)(*)

Sasuke stared at the tent's open door like it was a noose. He was fully dressed, the linen shirt hugging his lean torso gracefully; pants fitting perfectly, hair slightly messy (because of his hand incessantly running through it,) and feet shod in sinfully comfortable grey shoes; but that didn't stop his left leg from bouncing up and down with nervous tension.

He had been on the verge of a panic attack when he saw the whole setup; the semi-circles of black and white chairs for the guests, the small orchestra placements already set with the instruments stands, the enormous tiered white chocolate and peppermint cake (that had more rum then actual cake) just waiting to be sliced into.

"Here," a beautifully dressed Mikoto in a hideously expensive traditional kimono said while handing him a cup of tea. "It's chai, chamomile and spearmint."

Sasuke gratefully took a sip.

"... and some liquid Viagra."

A coughing fit wracked the Uchiha's body. "Mother!"

"I'm kidding honey, just lighten up."

At that moment strains of soothing music drifted in the tent, the woman peeked out the tent's flap and smiled beatifically, pulled the flap aside, reached out to grab something outside of Sasuke's vision field and hauled in Itachi. The older Uchiha stumbled but was then being suffocated by the petite's woman's bone crushing hug.

"You!" she accused, "I should smack you."

"Mother!" Itachi winced, "some air would be nice, thank you."

"Fine." she grumbled clearly not happy with letting her firstborn go and peeked over his shoulder, "Where's my grandson?"

"Outside," Itachi said eyeing his younger brother over his mother's shoulder. "playing bull-dog over Milan."

The fiendish smile that lit Mikoto's face made them both tremble and a second later she exited the tent grinning her face off.

"Aniki."

"Otouto."

They just stared at each other unit Sasuke snorted, "What...no words of wisdom?"

"Have you asked?" Itachi returned sarcastically.

"I'm asking now."

"Buck up." Itachi offered plainly.

Sasuke looked at his older genius brother completely askance. "...buck up?"

"I'm sorry," Itachi said, "Buck up, sissy pants."

He faltered for a moment than snorted, "Reverse psychology, brother?"

A shrug, "Why not...you will be living with a master of it."

The music shifted to the calm version of 'Meant to Live' by the Vitamin String Quartet; the official song for the opening procedure. Breathing deeply and bracing himself to face the hordes outside, Sasuke steeled himself, rose up to shift the tent's flap aside and then heard a horrifying shout-slash-scream erupting on the outside near the other tent. He reeled back in shock.

"BAA-CHAN!" the voice was Naruto's, "JESUS CHRIST! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING?"

Itachi hooked a finger on the tents flap, glanced outside and grinned. Sasuke nearly had a heart attack. Curious himself at what could've caused the rare display of emotion for his stoic brother, Sasuke glanced out the door, and immediately doubled over with laughter.

Tsunade was front and centre in the aisle, clad in her doctors coat, one tan hand holding a flask of rum, the other holding a leash to a massive enormous tusked and grunting boar-pig. Shinuze was beside her looking extremely stressed out and rubbing a hand over her creased forehead.

Naruto looked like he was going to faint.

"It's TonTon," the brusque doctor said swigging the rum, "My gift to you and the little medusa man."

"She's drunk." Sasuke realized.

"Just be glad she's not hung-over." Itachi said smirking.

Head meeting the tent's side Sasuke groaned, "My fiancé's ... 'mother'...came to our wedding... drunk...splendid."

"Speaking of your husband..." Itachi trailed off nodding to the official proctor who was looking decidedly uncomfortable standing behind a huge vase of white lilies. Milan, blonde tresses bound up into a cascade of golden ringlets, clad in sterling white and shimmering gold was placed primly the centre of the walkway, holding a pillow with two sets of small black boxes just waiting to be opened. "...you might want to hurry."

"Dearly beloved..."

Sasuke stepped out, eyes blind to everything, the camera's flashes, the states of the guests and the ringing in his ears, except the blond emerging from his own tent. Feet slowly walking on the unstable sand Sasuke had gone completely numb to everything except the fierce blue eyes holding him hostage.

"..do you, Uzumaki Naruto, take this..."

"...I do."

Sasuke's heart went still. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Mikoto, looking steadily at him, Neji clad like saint in a full white suit and pale lavender shirt, Haku, in all shades of powder blue smiling beatifically at him leaning back on his black clad and hulking partner; Tsunade glaring death at him; her previous warning of unmerciful castration in her eyes, and then, finally, his complete focus shifted to Naruto, who was looking at him with a knowing smile on his face.

"And do you Uchiha Sasuke take this man to be..."

Black eyes pierced blue orbs for a moment as a deep hush fell over the crowd. The moment dragged out for small eternity; Sasuke grinned, "..Yes...I do."

(*)(*)(*)

It was a miracle they even avoided the press who had been camped out at the entrance for no less than two days like ravenous wolves. They had both decided to, after snagging three bottles of Shiraz, skip the reception. They had absolutely no desire to go all social manoeuvring anyone; that was Mikoto forte.

Mikoto, bless her soul, had arranged for a discreet exit and an unmarked fully loaded with enough gas to whisk them away from the brimming madness.

The ride up the log cabin they had rented/commandeered from Shikamaru was peacefully quiet. Sasuke had just looked silently as Naruto, still clad in his luminous wrist length white shirt, handled the car masterfully; one tan hand on the wheel the other firmly clasped over Sasuke's pale hand.

It was twilight when they reached the quaint house that was stocked for days of secluded honeymoon bliss. The car parked silently, fireflies illuminated the air while crickets chirped sibilantly as they both exited the vehicle.

"If you even attempt to carry me over the threshold bridal style... I... will... maim.. you." Sasuke said, left eye twitching.

"Oh no, you prickly bastard..." Naruto said grinning, "I wasn't going to carry you...well bridal style at least..."

"Then wh-"

Sasuke found himself over the blonds shoulder in a fireman's carry. "Put me down this INSTANT!" he ordered.

"Nope...did this for a living, honey."

"Honey?!" this was getting completely out of hand. Sasuke watched, upside down, as the blond found the spacious bedroom. The spartan but elegant room was cool and dim, the lone artisan lamp shedding rays over the strange mound that imitated a bed. In actuality, the bed was just a huge futon piled high with a mishmash of downy quilts, silk sheets, cotton throws and complete with a variety of mismatched and textured pillows.

"Yes, honey." The blond said slowly releasing the raven down to the floor and grinning at him; rough hands slipping under the loose shirt to warm pale skin. "Get used to it."

Slowly, so very slowly the blond stripped the raven of the thin shirt. A gust of cool wind from the large bay windows made Sasuke shiver as large warm palms settled on svelte hips. A blond head dipped to nose at the extremely sensitive spot behind Sasuke's left ear. Pulling back Naruto opened peach lips and breathed a small gust of warm breath of tender skin. Goosebumps erupted like wildfire.

Sasuke shivered even more; pale hands trailed up broad shoulders, "Trying to seduce me, baka?"

"Not trying..." Naruto whispered dipping his hands under the Uchiha's behind, lifted him up and wrapped the white clad legs around his waist. "... succeeding."

Sasuke unbuttoned the first three clasps of Naruto's shirt, dipped down and attached his mouth to a tan clavicle and suckled; lips teeth and tongue working wet lines down the bronzed chest.

His back met the closest wall and then, with the pressure trapping his chest, the desperation in Sasuke's gut woke up and flared. Hands clutched at sunshine hair and in seconds the shirt had disappeared. Sasuke's mouth latched at a brown nipple and suckled the sweat and husky scent of the man above him.

Heat swelled in Sasuke's chest when Naruto's husky moan reverberated across his skin, "God, Sasuke- fuck."

The raven hissed and threw his head back, pelvis rocketing up to meet the heat and pressure. Naruto was as hard as he was, if not harder. Sasuke reached down and into the loose pants to grasp the thick column of burning flesh was already leaking with pre-cum.

Hot pants skimmed over his ear. "Stop...stop."

Pale lips met a tan ear while clever fingers worked over the turgid shaft, "No."

A bestial growl vibrated from the taller man's chest, blue eyes narrowed and darkened to deep cobalt. "Do not play with fire, S'uke."

In a second Sasuke found himself pressed down into the downy sheet covers, pants off, legs up and spread wide, "You'll get burned."

When Naruto's mouth fastened onto his most sensitive flesh Sasuke couldn't find it in himself to not scream. The man's mouth was like a sealed vacuum, diabolic tongue flitting over and around the head of his purpled cock with unnerving accuracy.

Pale hands grabbed at short sunshine hair as his back arched. Sasuke could feel sweat beading on his forehead as he fought to subdue the raging orgasm that was burning in his gut. Shivers were racing down his spine as tremors wracked and shook his body.

The edges of his vision were starting to go white from withholding the fire clawing at his gut; Sasuke relented and came with a scream.

"Fuck." he murmured, trying to grab some air into his burning lungs.

"Good idea." Naruto answered shucking off his clothes and climbing in the bed with the still slightly displaced Uchiha.

A pale leg was thrown over a tan shoulder, Sasuke squirmed a bit to release the strain on his back and looked up to the blond with curiosity. And then Naruto did the one of the most decadent thing that Sasuke silently craved, the blonde's tongue was probing and swirling at his tightly clenched hole.

Dull sparkles shot over his eyes like lightning bolts. "N...Naruto!"

The blond pulled back and just like he had done on his neck, breathed a mouthful of cold air on the tender place. Sasuke was so out of it he didn't even know he was murmuring a mindless and wanton plea, over and over again until, still under his fuzzy desire packed haze, he looked up and whimpered.

Naruto, with exaggerated slow motions, slipped his index and middle finger into his mouth and suckled, blue eye pinning the raven motionless. In another moment Sasuke felt the deft fingertips probing at his entrance.

Lips met his pale stomach as the fingers worked inside him. "Open for me."

"Now!" Sasuke moaned, "Now..c..can't go-"

And then he got his wish, Naruto, full, thick hot and hard was buried inside him. They were pressed so closely; stomachs met and a husky voice found an ear and whispered word of love, adorations and over all, care and protection.

And then Naruto moved; dimly through the blistering pleasure, Sasuke heard words of fantasies, of Naruto taking him to Hawaii, making love on the beach while the red flaming sun bathed them in its warm glow.

Each angled thrust met the spot deep inside him, flooding his whole body from the base nerve endings to the burning skin with unimaginable pleasure.

The minutes blurred.

He was riding him now; the blond was flat on his back, tan face contorted into a beautiful agony of ecstasy. Rough hands clutched at smooth slippery hips, guiding the rocking motions and revelling in the resulting pleasure.

Sasuke's hands grabbed at the bedhead; pale hands clutching hard at the wood under his fingers. Tan hands trailed up the hips and grabbed hard at Sasuke's backside, knees came up and a strangled sound burst from the blonde's lips.

He was close.

And so was Sasuke.

And then it shifted.

Sasuke found himself back on his back with Naruto over him, in him, still as stone. Sasuke was confused; he was so close... what the hell was happening?

"Naru-" he asked breathlessly.

Blue eyes opened and in the next second Naruto moved, slowly, thickly, deeply. The hedonistic fucking was over, they were making love now.

Quiet understanding passed through them, Sasuke wrapped his legs around the smoothly shifting body over him. Their eyes never parted from each other even as the volcanic pleasure built level by level.

Muscles tensed, breaths quickened and minds were on the edge of blanking out: Sasuke's mouth opened to scream and the breath was met by tan lips sealed over his. Sasuke screamed into Naruto's mouth until everything in him failed.

Exhausted the raven was about to slip into oblivion when this was whispered into his ear: "I love you."

Reaching out a pale hand to a tan cheek, Sasuke whispered, "...I love you too...always."

(*)(*)(*)

And they lived happily-ever-after... ya'know...basically.

XD

BOOO YAAHHHHH!

-dances-

P.S: I can totally do and epi-epilogue of these two when they are likes in their 50's or sommat...soooooo...who wants it?

P.S.S: ALL NARU/SASU FANS BOYCOTT THE STUPID ASS MOVIE THAT IS COMING OUT SOON. IT HINTS AT NARU/HINA...BLEEEEGHHH!

WE WILL NOT ALLOW THIS PERJURY OF JUSTICE TO HAPPEN! WHO'S WITH ME?!

KISHI, YOU F***ING IDIOT!

***STORMS OFF SHARPENING A KUNAI****