Omg, yesterday was my birthday. I'm 17 now bisnatches. So, I decided to finish this, forever… So Sad.

Here's the end—please don't cry on the keyboard or your phone. It's very unbecoming. I would know T,T

Thank you to everybody for everything. It means the world.

The Wedding Planner

By: N a i. i. Y u k i.

Summary: My wedding planner is a complete dobe… He's loud, annoying, and forgetful… But the worst part about the situation is that… I think I'm falling in love with him. Great.

Warnings; Lemon Juice anyone? It's my first time setting up a full stand if you know what I mean… Try to enjoy it? (*.*)

D-Day

The brisk winds whistled below the blazing sun rays on the unusually warm morning. Traffic was beginning to pick up on the crowded backstreets as businesses were preparing to open and serve their impatient customers. Young college undergrads were taking their morning walks with their Pomeranians before they went to work as older business men scurried into the open cafes for a quick cappuccino.

All the preparations made Sasuke even more anxious.

He was already in his Armani tuxedo and pressed for time.

The large stain glassed windows were already open for the ceremony that was set to begin in forty-five minutes.

Everything was tapered, waiting to be set in motion, it just needed proper execution.

Starting… Now.

"43, 44, 45,000. Here, go." Sasuke handed off the bills to the shaggily dressed driver.

She smirked with an acknowledging nod, pulling at her traveler's cap. "You didn't have to pay me, you know?" She blinked at the stacked combinations of hundreds and fifties.

"I believe anyone working in the midst of love, should do it," She comforted the bills in her raggedy French latch jacket and flashed a glowing post martial smile, "For free."

All humor derailed when she stepped back onto the busy sidewalk. "I could see it in your eyes from the moment I saw you." She sympathetically cupped his cheek, as she conceived Sasuke's greatest fears in his sunlit gray irises. The fear that he couldn't get Naruto to say yes the second time around.

She knew he had the ability to get Naruto to be his forever; he just needed to believe in himself. If he did, everything would come together.

Naruto in his right mind couldn't have said no to Sasuke.

Impossible.

If he did, he must have been high on that strong mushroom shit.

"I wouldn't agree to get Sakura trapped in rush hour traffic if I didn't believe you could convince Naruto into a marriage ring." Ella winked. "Now go get your husband."

"Thanks, Ella." A grateful smile inched onto Sasuke's pale face.

"My pleasure doll. Now go. Remember, he's the wedding planner and things aren't going according to plan… Mmmm, you should get him before he has a coronary." She blew a kiss as she climbed into the Cadillac limo.

Sasuke laughed to himself. That was beyond the truth. Instead of bringing in a confession—he might have to bring in a stretcher instead.

Hurrying into the church, Sasuke was silently glad his parents hadn't arrived yet. He didn't exactly want them to see him beg in front of Naruto like a shameless zoo animal. He would undoubtedly lose their respect forever.

But it was so worth it.

Ino was holding her bouquet of peonies as she exited the church, running face first into Sasuke's chest. It was like skipping into a hard brick wall. Not something you'd want to do so early in the morning. Recovering from the pain, he heard a slightly panicked Sasuke ask, "Have you seen, Naruto?"

Rubbing the tip of her aching nose against her forearm to extinguish the pain, perplexed she gave a slow reply, "He's in the back in the garden. Why?" Ino's MAC made up face crinkled in confusion.

"Thanks." Sasuke moved around her and ran down the hallway past the chapel doors in the direction of the garden.

"Thanks?" Ino frowned. "Wait, where's Sakura and when did you get manners! Sasuke?"

The Uchiha ignored her petulant screams, reaching the wooden posts hugged by evergreen vines.

Breathless, Sasuke was frozen by awe.

Naruto surrounded by forests of tastefully arranged genetically engineered blue roses, their slick dew dripping petals brightened the dreary monotone garden, injected a dozen needles of fear into his bloodstream.

Naruto was pleasantly placed into the scenery, almost like he was posed for a strategic portrait picture. No, not posed but born to be adorned by such beauty because it accented every gorgeous feature he had.

If Sasuke wasn't enamored by the other million moments he knew he could have been, he definitely was now.

His heavy breathing withered but the shortness of oxygen remained and he knew it was because everything that he ever fantasied about lied just a few steps away—in his reach—and it was in his power to obtain it, then retain it. Forever.

Advancing like a sly cheetah, neither of them breathed a word.

Bricked, Naruto was speechless. He hadn't seen Sasuke since he had unexpectedly rejected him. He had no idea how to react. What to say, what to do… If there was anything he should do at all. The next time he planned to see Sasuke was at the altar, the place where he could no longer intervene or say anything that would make Sasuke more resistant to the marriage than he already was. He just wanted to close this small intersession of his life so he could move on and try to forget, everything.

Sasuke had his own life before him, he would have one after.

Right?

"Sasuke, what are you doing here? Where's Sakura?" Naruto felt his hands begin to clutch onto his hands trying to keep them from shamefully jittering.

'Oh God,' he whispered to himself, trying to get ahold of the dangerous conclusions his mind was jumping to.

'Yes?' That ominous voice answered, only making him internally groan…

'Not you.'

On the unpaved rubble path, Sasuke walked with an indecipherable expression in a slow, calm stride. Naruto's eyebrows crunched together as the nervousness inside of his body peaked and he couldn't help but call out to the blank Uchiha again. "Sasuke?"

Sasuke seemed to ignore that he was even speaking to him.

Standing in front of Naruto, glassy blue eyes looked up at unreadable grey ones and a gasp victimized his throat. Exchanging not a single word with Naruto, he suddenly fell to one knee.

Naruto panicked as Sasuke took his hand into his own.

The thin Cali air thickened and Naruto crumbled at the wavering breath Sasuke released. His index finger stroked the interior of Naruto's right hand, tracing the contour lines of Naruto's delicate palm, apparent he was trying to soothe his nervousness and find a cure to the words dying in his throat.

"Sasu…ke?" Naruto felt his voice crack, wishing Sasuke would speak and tell him exactly what was going on.

Sasuke lowered his head and kissed the tremoring hand without the slightest hint of hesitation.

"You didn't give me a chance to even speak before you… broke my heart," Sasuke openly mused, reminiscing on worst night he had ever experienced in his life. The night Naruto clearly made his decision.

Naruto felt his eyes uncontrollably water at the memory. God, that night had been awful. Naruto could barely drive home without taking quick moments to wipe the tears obscuring his vision. It was miracle he safely reached his home where he could cry as hard as wanted to, needed to… It was the hardest he ever cried in his entire life and yet he still couldn't pinpoint exactly what he was so torn about.

Personally he allowed a waterfall of memories over the last few months pour over his confusion as he tried to get Sasuke's straying attention, "Sasuke…"

"It's not often during someone's lifetime that you ask someone to spend the rest of your life with you. It's not often you put your heart on the line like that… And I'd be foolish to not fight for you." Sasuke focused on the likes of Naruto's hands too unsure to look into Naruto's frightened eyes.

"Naruto… I want to make you happy. I want to be the cause of your smile, I want to be the person you come home to, and I want to be the first thought that crosses your mind in the morning…" Sasuke's sinfully convincing gray eyes locked with the teary blue ones, nonverbally villianizing the idea of telling him no again. He wouldn't accept it this time...

"In the short amount of time I've gotten to know you, I slowly realized that you're an extension of myself—the kind people spend their entire life searching for… And I don't want to just let you go and forget you…"

The sincerity melted Naruto to a puddle to the ground. His emotions actively quarreled, one side begging him to give in, to except, to assent, while his valid logical side urged him to stay vigilant for trickery while remembering his profession. While they pummeled one another, the medium felt like it was dancing on a molten lava surface, dancing between the two difficult choices, gravitating toward the man of his dreams: Sasuke.

"I want you to stop running… To stop running from what you're feeling. To stop running from me. You have nothing to be afraid of, Naruto." Desperation flashed in the muted silver eyes as Naruto felt textured sunshine blond hair tickle his watery eyelids. Shaking like a slip-strike fault, Naruto felt trimmed nails dig into the meat of his palm as lonely hearts embraced arm and arm through the soul's beautiful windows.

Naruto felt his vocal chords pull together for one last hoorah, "A-after my parents got divorced when I was eight, I was traumatized. All the arguments, all the fighting, and all the heartbreak… As a naïve child I just wanted my parents to stay together even though… I knew they couldn't."

Sasuke raptly braided himself into every word, every letter, and every staggering breath. Every time he kissed Naruto, shamelessly flirted, and made him earsplittingly grin, he reluctantly admitted to himself that he was unfamiliar with Naruto's past. From the first day he recognized his interest in Naruto, he became more and more curious about the beautifully astounding blond. This was finally his opportunity to learn a quick lesson in Naruto: 101.

"They suffered—especially my mother. She tried to be strong for me but I saw her pain. Everyday… And I knew that if I was ever in her place I wouldn't be able to survive. So I starved myself from any romantic bonds and primarily focused on my studies after I decided wanted to be a wedding planner. The best the world has ever seen."

Inhaling the bountiful coniferous scent, he forced himself to continue, "Along the way I convinced myself that if the first day of marriage is as perfect as can be that maybe, just maybe it would elevate couples to an everlasting road to happiness." Naruto looked at the pale hands, molding over his words last words, visions of the future flickering beyond his better judgment. These hands. He saw them—bound to his, with future foresight in the center of his palm—no wrinkles.

With his hand thrust into the firm chest, Naruto's mouth painfully quivered as he felt the pulse of his heavy heart. "Naruto, I'm never going to hurt you. You can't live your life based on your parent's mistakes. Love should never hurt, Naruto."

"Will you let me prove that to you?"

Sasuke's entire body compressed—he wasn't prepared for another no.

"A-Am I worth that risk?" Sasuke looked deeply into the indecipherable expression that seemed unchanging.

Unexpectedly, Naruto's face shattered into a watery smile. "Yes… Yes."

Sasuke scrambled to his feet, throwing his arms around Naruto so hard, the blond thought he would feel the grip for the rest of his life. The warm contact of the heated skin invigorated Naruto to launch his liquid arms around Sasuke's neck. "Thank you," Sasuke whispered in the softest, most appealing voice Naruto ever heard.

'Way to make someone jump out of their skin, teme.'

Letting him go, Sasuke's internal glow noted the citrine ring. "You know that this is your engagement ring, right?"

Naruto's eye involuntarily twitched as he hissed out, "Asshole."

"I'm not religious, the slightest bit romantic, nor do I believe in clichés but," housing the geniality of a pair of True Religions, Sasuke leaned in and pressed a kiss so tender the sky and the sea blushed. "I know we're meant to be together."

"Aweee, you're so fucking sappy," Naruto laughed at his five-second fiancé, as he urged him toward the garden entrance back into the church.

"Hurry, the faster we get married, the better."

.

"Damn this is horrible," Ella sawed at her chipped middle fingernail balanced on the black leather steering wheel in the luxury driver seat.

"What's horrible?" Sakura breathlessly asked, leaning forward, blocking her middle aged mother's view of the road. "Is the traffic getting worse?" She urgently curbed her vigilance, trying to alleviate her greatest fears: Not marrying Sasuke. If she didn't make it on time to her wedding, there was a great probability Sasuke would speculate the she fell victim to cold feet. Very cold feet. But that wasn't the case.

Bouquet of peonies in hand, she was ready to say yes forever, and say yes to the rest of her life. Have children, expand their home, become Sasuke's right hand woman, and be there for everything he would ever need.

After she decided it was time she tie the knot with Sasuke, she discovered Naruto and all his remarkable talents. Even though he was a flaky, absent-minded fool at times, he was one of the best in his area. Serving famous advocates, well-known celebrities, and exotic fulltime models, he was the one people crooned over and relied on for the lavish but still causal weddings. It was all she needed to know before her ego dialed the phone. With his impressive track record, he would serve the purpose he was supposed: to become Mistress Uchiha—in style.

And she would be damned if she was going to allow a measly limo ride to prevent her from destiny.

"Oh… you're talking about the traffic…" Ella realized, looking at the car swamped street with her bright green eyes. "Oh yeah, that's pretty bad too," She admitted, returned to the catastrophe of her uneven nail.

'I'm gonna go 74th and get my nails done. Or maybe Naruto knows a good place...' Ella nodded committedly to herself, contently glancing away from the blaring honks and expanding puffs of smog just outside the safety of the Cadillac.

"I have to get to my wedding! Can you please do something? Drive!" Sakura yelled outraged by her comfort in the standstill.

Ella didn't even look up from her nail file as she pressed the automatic limo divider to filter out the hysteric yells of the Vera Wang dressed bride.

"You do not get to talk to me like that…" She mumbled to herself, disregarding the bangs on the thick, black visor. "Sasuke did not pay me enough to do this."

The screeches and the redundancy of her commands reminded Ella. "I won't get to see their wedding. Damn," she silently cursed further, glad she helped Sasuke but furious she wasn't going to see the fruition of their love.

"Wait, it's being recorded." She growled with relief and continued filing.

All was well with the world again.

.

"Sasuke…" Naruto gasped, peering down the aisle overcast with fibers of blue rose petals, spirals of the chosen flowers towering from the ceiling. Bushels of sapphire thorny stems crowded the diamond encrusted silk background veil draped behind the altar. The intricate splay of blue paint splashed across the fabric livened the quiet scene. Faux trees standing between each bench holding moon blue stained ribbons casting from branch to branch, vines of more of the blue flowers supplied a feral brutality to the sweet, dainty wedding.

The contagious virus of gossip broke out among the impatient audience as they waited for the "groom" to attend his own wedding. They had been waiting the full 45 minutes and Sasuke couldn't say they were happiest crowd in the world. Actually they were on the verge of angry mob—Sasuke didn't deal with angry mobs because that required proper certification. Like a master's degree? In riot control? Validating, Sasuke turned back from the pool of formally dressed attendees and back to his fiancé. Well the male one—and proceeded to usher out damage control. The convincing in the garden wasn't going to be enough. Naruto was breaking his moral code and surrender his survival techniques, not to mention a shred of his identity. More sugar coating and more promises wouldn't do it. He needed the people whom he had called to show and he needed them right…

"Naruto," A delicate feminine, channel opened and caused the jumpy two to thrust their bodies toward the secondary entrance.

Blue eyes blinked as the pink lips had to resist the urge to allow a piercing scream to escape his tightened throat. "Mom?"

The blood read haired woman that didn't look a day over 28, embraced a beige shall, "Sweetheart, are you still scared?"

Sasuke smirked; just the person he was waiting for. Maybe she could get him the results he was so graciously awaiting for.

Her darling sapphires grinned, as her peep toe beige lamb leather Burberry pump slugged closer to her son and his respective fiancé.

"You shouldn't be." Her hand climbed from her ceramic-wrap taupe strapless dress to Naruto's soft cheek, clamping the soft muscle between her fingers tightly.

"Mom!" Naruto whined, soothing his aching cheek well after she removed the ailing pressure.

"I don't know if Sasuke told you…" Kushina's glistening eyes glanced at the tall Uchiha with a fond expression as her black hand-held purse changed hands allowing her to pat the breadth of Sasuke's shoulder.

"Told me what?" Naruto's voice was distorted by the hard rubbing administered to his cheek. Despite his mother's small frame she had the muscles of a decade career body builder. How? The world would never know.

"He found me, told me who he was and what he wanted with my son."

"What he wanted with…me?" Sasuke nodded, his shut eyes intensifying the smugness of his characterized deadly smirk.

Kushina smiled at the cockiness of the Uchiha. "Yes. I have to admit, it was a beautiful conversation. He contains all the eloquence of a classic theatrical poet—a master at speech… He told me his predicament in such detail and conveyed his emotions with such depth, that I believed every word that he spoke."

Naruto paused in his relief efforts and carefully listened to his mother's informative tale—feeling like jumping out of his skin.

"And I have to say, I approve."

"You..? Approve?"

"Is there an echo in here?" She furrowed her thin red eyebrows.

Sasuke slightly winced at the question. So this is where Naruto's bad attitude derived from?

Sasuke wasn't surprised it was from a small woman… Naruto behaved like one himself. A PMSing one.

Stunned, Naruto didn't reply. Everything was happening so fast…

Sasuke had asked him to marry him again…

He said yes.

After seeing all these people, he got a slight case of cold feet.

His mother showed up to inform him she approved of their wedding.

Because, she already met Sasuke.

Damn, this day couldn't get any crazier.

On top of that, Sasuke wouldn't mention where Sakura was. Maybe, she finally dropped off the face of the earth and into the pit of hell.

Sounded relaxing enough.

"Sweetie, true love only comes around one time and… It's kind of like a bull—if you don't grab it by the horns, it'll bulldoze on by… Like the wind." His mother looked at Sasuke, noticing Naruto's absorbent demeanor. Blowing down, she glided closer to her son.

"Naruto, I know your father and I didn't work out… And we made marriage look impossibly painful. For that, I apologize. You should have never had to see that. I should have been a more protective mother… I should been there for you more to let you know that it was my battle, not yours and your destiny wasn't to endure such a agonizing process but mine." His mother wiped tears away from her make-up less face. She was a true beauty from head to toe, inside and out.

"I'm sorry, I've never apologized but I need to."

"Mom," Naruto sadly shook his head, the onset of a small set of waterworks casting a dark shadow over the 'glamorous occasion'. "Don't—"

"No, Naruto. I at least owe you that. I owe you that because I might be the reason you refuse something so wonderful," She quickly grabbed at both of Naruto's hands.

"Naruto, don't sacrifice everything in the future because of your past," She urged.

"Sasuke's heart is pure. If I could visualize on how Sasuke regarded you, I would have to say he probably thinks you walk on water."

Sasuke chuckled. His mother-in-law wasn't short of the truth and that was for certain.

"Do you feel the same way about Sasuke?" An encouraging smile draped Kushina's beautifully plump lips as she choked Naruto's knuckles.

Tears curled at the corners of Naruto's emotional turquoise blue irises. "Yes, mom."

That was an understatement of the fucking century.

For all that was true and faithful, he was the one who felt first and the one who felt more.

"Then just let go, Naruto," Kushina advised, the different shades of blue coming to a mutual understanding.

"You don't have to always be in control—sometimes, it's okay to let go and just fall…"

"And I'll be there to catch you, every time." Sasuke stepped over, pressing a light kiss on the temple of the blond wedding planner.

Caring grey eyes glinted. "I promise."

A corrosive absence of sound was broken after the promise by Naruto's gorgeous laugh, through the tears he had shed.

He whispered with the happiest smile his mother had ever seen his face ever seen, "I think I'm ready,"

.

"Mommy, I'm not going to g-get married!" Sakura sobbed, her thick mascara and eyeliner streaming down her nude powder foundation cosmetics.

Mrs. Haruno couldn't believe this was happening. Waving a stray curl from her vision, she watched her daughter submerge into a fit of tears. Trying to soothe her, she stroked her back through the expensive fabric of her bridal gown.

"Baby, don't say that… This is just a complication."

In the deep gray leather limo seats her pink haired mother offered comfort but none of it seemed to help. The traffic had her bound her beyond her control.

Was this fate's way of telling her it was over from here?

"Sakura, everything that is the meant to be, will be."

.

"Mom, does dad know?" Naruto asked, adjoining his left hand with Sasuke's.

"Of course he's coming to support his only son." She laughed like the question had the obvious answer in the world. "Go honey, the altar awaits you both." Her sapphire eyes slid up to Sasuke and his Cheshire grin.

Turning away to find the desire of an untainted self-paved destiny, the walked a few steps before he remembered to something that was just important as what he was about to do.

"Oh yeah," he blinked. "Mom, I love you."

She grinned. "I love you too, Naruto."

Sasuke took one last glance, mouthing, 'Thank you.'

She gave a dutiful nod, aware that Naruto was already pulling Sasuke along eagerly.

"C'mon teme, lessgo!"

.

Ignoring the awkward, puzzled stares of the guests they slowly strode down the aisle that Naruto had once threatened for Sasuke's head 'to roll down' some few months ago.

Funny how things can change.

How people can change.

Funny, how he changed.

"From the moment I kissed you on the lips in your sleep, I knew it was you," Sasuke seductively whispered staring ahead at the priest with the book of nuptials.

"You kissed me while I was asleep?"

"Hell yeah."

Naruto laughed. "You're lucky I believe in the heaven or you would be losing a substantial amount of teeth right about…now."

"Should you be threatening your fiancé with bodily harm?"

"No, but there's no specific law against it."

"Legalities are your best defense?"

"Yes, what's your excuse?"

"I had to be sure."

"Be sure of what, you colossal asshole? Make it good Uchiha or I'm going to make good on that promise of shoving my foot—"

"That what I was feeling was real."

"Oh that's why…in the morning…"

"In the morning, what?"

"My lips were sore! What the hell did you try to do, suck my face off?"

"And if I did? There's no law against it."

"How dare you use my words against me. I don't think I wanna marry you anymore."

"That's not funny, Naruto."

"Good then don't laugh."

They reached the altar facing one another profoundly gazing into one another's eyes.

"There's been a change in plans," Sasuke whispered over to the bald church official without ever sliding his gape away from his fiancé.

"Sasuke, you have to answer this question truthfully before we do this."

"Yes?"

"Where the hell is Sakura?"

"Honestly… I don't know. All I can tell you is, she's somewhere in Los Angeles."

"Sasuke, what did you—"

"Naruto," Sasuke's left thumb dragged across the pillow-soft tan hands.

"It doesn't matter because I don't love her and I don't want to marry her. I only want to think about you right now and how I'm going to make you mine for as long as you allow me to have you."

Petrified—with an onslaught of butterflies, Naruto fought the urge to kiss the image of perfection before him. He had to have patience, like Sasuke had patience for him.

'Oh my God. This is really happening.'

'Yes, my son, it is. Go forth and—"

'Who are you?'

'Do not question me, my son, or I will strike you down where you stand.'

Naruto tried to remain calm in head. 'Alright. Alright. Chill.'

He didn't exactly want to be struck down right when he was about to be married… Not only would that be unflattering, it would be highly humiliating. How would he explain that to Sasuke?

'Uh, I questioned God, so he attacked me?'

Yeah, and then Sasuke would check him into the psych ward.

Naruto thought it was best if he just left this thing alone and just focus on the divine moment.

"What the hell is taking them so long? Are they going to get married or not?" An elderly man, fitted into a simple but eloquent two piece tux stamped his cane. "I haven't got all fucking day. I have two doctor appointments and my liverwurst is in the fridge waiting for me… This is some bullshit..."

His thin, black haired niece, moved to silence his endless ramblings her backless dandelion yellow gown. "They're going to begin soon… In the meantime, please, shut up."

Naruto turned behind him to see the bride's maids idly standing by without trying to disrupt. Why weren't they trying to pull them apart or interfere? They were Sakura's bride's maids…

He would love to ask Sasuke that lovely question but he would probably just tell him not to worry about it—

"Naruto, your eyes should be over here. Don't worry about them." Sasuke smiled, loving how shy and insecure Naruto looked back him.

"The step which you are about to take is the most important into which human beings can come. It is a union of two people founded upon mutual respect and affection. Your lives will change, your responsibilities will increase, but your joy will be multiplied if you are sincere and earnest with your pledge to one another," The priest read from the open book, smiling at the nervous blond and confident black haired man.

Cheeks colored more vividly than the skin of a red apple, the blue gaze surveyed the reflection of fortune and glee silverish eyes held, obliged to be standing here. The harmless liquidation of Naruto's heart shared the indescribable electrons of charging passion Sasuke emitted. His transponders received every passing transmission and If this priest didn't hurry soon, the universe was split clear in half.

"Sasuke, will you have Naruto to be your wedded husband, to love him, comfort him, honor her and keep her, and forsaking all others, keep you only unto him, for as long as you both shall live?"

Sasuke held tighter onto those small hands he would have to hold for the rest of his life. "I do," His smoky voice echoed against the rose-decorated church walls.

Turning to the small blond, the priest returned the question with small variation. "Naruto, will you have this man to be your wedded husband, to love him, to comfort him, honor and keep him, forsaking all others, keep you onto him, so long as you both shall live?"

"Hell yes," Naruto enthused.

The priest frowned, "An 'I do' would suffice."

"Oh," Naruto's expression fell. "Sorry, I do."

"Repeat after me."

"Hey, did I miss anything?" The tall blond haired man that identified as Minato Namikaze weaved around the stickily branches and slid next to his ex-wife who quickly made room for him.

A duffle of familiar spikes glistened in the incandescent toga lamp surrounding the premise of the chapel, as his bright grin illuminated Kushina's world, just like he used when they were formerly husband and wife.

Some habits just die hard.

As Minato, watched the proceedings, his burly form became an umbrella over Kushina, closer than someone who was watching a wedding should be.

"You didn't miss a thing. You're witnessing the beauty of love, right now." Her soft hand gradually moved to cover a single callous hand—the hand she held for so long in the past.

"I, Sasuke, take Naruto to be my wedded husband, to have to hold, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, to love and to cherish, from this day forward," Sasuke lifted the embrace of their hands to his lips, pressing a slight kiss on the back of his hand.

A great quantity of the witnesses cooed at the small gesture of limitless devotion.

"I, Naruto, take you, Sasuke, to be my wedded husband, to have and to hold, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, to love and to cherish, from this day forward," Naruto smiled, the happiness flooding his overflowing tear ducts.

"Excellent, do you have a ring for your husband?"

Ino promptly launched her five inch silver kitten heels toward the wedding couple, the purple hand-sized pillow with the respective rings neatly set on cushion.

Her gorgeous face was molded into a brilliant grin as she extended her arms to the two. "Congratulations, you guys."

"Thanks, Ino," Naruto sincerely said taking Sasuke's band.

"Please place the ring on the groom's finger and say: With this ring, I wed thee."

Naruto clumsily pushed the ring onto Sasuke's left ring finger. Surprisingly, there was a chortle from the Uchiha. Naruto's quaintness was so adorable, so much that it would never cease to astound at any date in time.

Naruto knew he must have looked like a nervous wreck. What did they expect? He had seen a thousand weddings but never participated as the groom. Of course he was going to be squirming like a caterpillar. Eventful this day was be there as it may, was the natural equivalent of trying to be a construction worker for a day when all you did was observe their mannerisms for years.

"I wed thee."

Sasuke enthusiastically repeated the same process.

"Let these rings be given and received as a token of your affection, sincerity and fidelity to one another. Into this holy estate these two persons present now come to be joined. If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together—let them speak now or forever hold their peace," The priest loudly presented the opportunity for anyone—anyone to crash the seemingly perfect practice of matrimony.

There was a breaking dread in the room as Naruto swallowed his lip.

The flourish of carbon dioxide and razor-sharp iron curtain rising from the still benches, Naruto could only hear his own breathing and maybe Sasuke's.

What? No one objected?

Sasuke must have paid every single one of these people.

Feeling his nostrils flare, the bald man proceeded, "Then it is settled, by the power vested in me and the state of California, I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride." The priest shut his book as Naruto wailed, "I'm not a wo—" Interrupted, his lips were sealed with a brisk kiss.

"Mmmmph-!" He felt Sasuke draw him in and deepen the kiss, his tongue infiltrate the barrier of his soft lips skimming the inner workings of his mouth.

Roars of laughter, sky-high whistles of joy soared, and congratulatory cheers battered the previous tranquil.

Naruto felt his anger die down as Sasuke effortlessly moved his mouth against his. Charming him, seducing him.

He was kissing his… husband.

He unknowingly giggled at the thought.

Husband.

It had a heavenly ring to it, like church bells.

Sasuke suckled the pink appendage one last time before brandishing some self-control.

"I told you all you had to do was say yes, and I'd do everything in my power to make it happen," Sasuke reminded, his eyes burning holes into Naruto's pliable disposition.

"And I never doubted you for a second, Sasuke." Naruto clung to Sasuke's waist, not wanting to let go anytime soon, regardless of the emotional commotion going on near them.

"Neither, did I." Sasuke reached for those bruised lips again for one hard kiss before he pulled him along the aisle.

The raging crowd and small flower girls threw thatched baskets of blue rose petals on them as they moved by.

Sasuke didn't try to dodge the barrage of soft ammunition. In his eyes, it was physical glorification of his successful courtship of Naruto. He finally pulled off the biggest heist in wedding planner history. And he had to say, it felt amazing.

Buried in the beauty of rose petals they reached the entrance to meet 'unexpected' persons.

Naruto smiled. "Deidara, hey what are you… Huh?" Naruto's smile withdrew as he caught full sight of the underdressed man. Rash and 'unconventional' as usual, he was in a dingy white t-shirt and a pair of holey jeans. As horribly causal the clothes he was sporting were, that wasn't the worst part. He was hunched over crying…

"Dei, why are you crying?" Naruto reached to touch him, hoping to get a sign from Sasuke's older brother but receiving none. Even though Itachi had a great understanding of the irrational man, he could never foresee the emotional weather before it conjured up a real storm.

Sasuke blankly stared at the older blond. "Is he fucking serious?"

"Sasuke…" Itachi woefully shook his head, and rubbed Deidara's back as he wiped his eyes free of the flowing tears.

Sasuke wondered if they were here for the entire wedding. Itachi was sharp as usual, in a black silk tuxedo, with a bright red tie, Roberto Cavalli dress shoes while Deidara literally looked like he jumped out of the dumpster.

You can always go to school, but you can never buy class.

Sasuke rolled his eyes, tired of the dramatics. This had to be one of the worst couples on the face. Of. The. Fucking. Planet.

"N-Naruto, y-you, slut."

Naruto scrunched his face, making sure he heard his best friend correctly. "Excuse me?"

"Y-you're you're married. Y-you whore…" Sasuke and Naruto looked at one another wondered how exactly Deidara connected those dots together.

"Want me fuck him up for you?"

Naruto gave an intuitive glance. "Do you think this heaping pile of trash is worth it?"

"Point taken."

"You got married before me…" Deidara sobbed even harder. "You're like my little brother and you got married before me…"

"He's out of his fucking mind." Sasuke glared, gritting his teeth at the infuriating antics of Naruto's 'best friend'.

When he looked over to see gage Naruto's evolving reaction, he found idiot number two bawling as well.

"Dei, i-it'll be alright… I had to marry S-Sasuke. He means so much to m-he-he-he," Naruto sobbed out, tears sliding down face. He wiped them away at Sasuke's side.

Marriage doesn't change a person. Sasuke should have known that. Naruto would still forever be an idiot, and no amount of paperwork or long years of 'playing' house would change that.

"I-I know, I cried the entire way here. Itachi woke me up and told me you were getting married. I didn't even have time t-tuh get dressed. I was just s-so depressed. Y-you're not going to have time for m-me anymore…"

They both wailed in unison.

"Ignore them," Itachi shook his head, momentarily looking away from Sasuke's displeased expression. "I got you a present."

Sasuke's ears perked. Itachi and present? It oddly sounded like a mixed combination of destruction and chaos.

A crimson bow was tied astride a small rectangular box was handed to Sasuke as he curiously eyeballed it.

"Well, don't just stare at it little brother, open it," Itachi said amongst the constant whining of their significant others'.

Sasuke glared at the command but listened, pulling at the bow and peeping inside the double compartments.

A sinister smirk slithered onto the dangerous pale lips. "Do you like?"

"Fuck yeah."

Naruto halted wiping his tears and attached to Sasuke's elbow.

"What did he get you?"

Sasuke didn't answer but instead creepily smiled.

Marriage didn't change people. Naruto should have known that. Sasuke would forever be a bastard and no amount of caring kisses or great cooking expeditions would change that.

"Enjoy."

"Definitely," Sasuke slipped the gift into his slacks. "Naruto, let's go now." Sasuke's gazed down to the man he wanted to share everything with, bridging the road of passion without a saying a single word.

Naruto nodded, allowing Sasuke to pull him along.

"You're leaving?" Deidara asked, astonished. "What about the fucking reception?"

Naruto turned to the shocked blond with a smile, "Later."

Deidara huffed as he saw them disappear and turned to his boyfriend. "Naruto's married and he and Sasuke have known each other like a minute and I've known you longer. Sasuke married Naruto and I can't even get you to spend the night. You're an asshole and Sasuke's way more romantic than you. I am so tempted to break up with you, right now!"

Itachi sighed. Some things will never change.

Sasuke and Naruto fell into Sasuke's mansion, almost breaking the door off its hinges. Ravishing one another from the car ride to the front door they were almost unable to get inside the residence. Sasuke's foot kicked the door shut as he temporarily detached from the sweet mouth of his husband. Diving back in, Sasuke panted, his hot muscle delving back into the awaiting cavern.

A feeble moan escaped the wanton blond as he writhed about.

Sasuke painfully shoved Naruto into the wall adjacent to the entrance, grabbing those slender legs and securely wrapping them around his waist. The dark haired man leaned in and pressed his mouth against soft depression in his neck. Mercilessly grinding his pelvis against his husband's growing erection, Naruto trembled while fiddling with the small white buttons on Sasuke's expensive satin dress shirt. Hot and taunt with lust, he was unable to undo a single button. Becoming more and more confused with every surge of pleasure, he came to accept the new beautiful feelings he had never felt before.

Marking and biting at the supple tan neck, Sasuke pressed Naruto harder into the wall to hold him into place, unbuckling the belt to his pants. Feeling Naruto struggle with the buttons on his shirt, he gently brushed his hands away.

"No time." Sasuke grunted, "Pants off—now."

Naruto mindlessly obeyed his new husband, and reached quickly to remove his pants. Fighting with the buckle, he successfully undid the remainder of the hindering contraption but ran into a legitimate impasse. "Sasuke… h-help."

The glittering hues of azure gazed up at Sasuke, pleadingly.

Understanding the predicament, he slightly lifted Naruto's ass to pull the pants and boxers to mid-thigh. Feeling the quick removal of his pants, the fabric awakened the impossibly hard, dripping erection. The clear liquid dribbled from the twitching red cock as a hissy moan fell from the tortured, kiss-bitten lips. Sasuke felt his own cock pulse at the savage sound.

He moved his hands back to his own contraption and finally was able to achieve his cock's freedom. Grabbing the elastic band of his boxers, he pushed it underneath his balls.

"Sasuke—fuck, can you move any slower? Hurry it up!" Naruto snapped, feeling his body lose its patience.

Naruto's shoulder blades were unforgivingly smashed into the wall. "Shut the fuck up, Naruto. I'm hurrying, goddamnit."

Their lower extremities collided educed a rattling moan and a muffled grunt from the newlyweds. The unplanned monumental strike of pleasure sliced into their bones, causing trembling rushes of ecstasy to ambush their overwhelmed systems.

Their faces came closer and Naruto's needy blue eyes begged while his mouth demanded. "You're not going the speed of someone who wants to fuck me."

Sasuke dug into his pocket to pull out the small box.

"What the—"

Sasuke discarded the extravagantly decorated box to reveal a red bottle of lube. He removed the cap to the tube and carelessly tossed it behind him.

"This is what he got me." Sasuke's pride shone as he referred to his only wedding present.

Naruto tilted his head to properly read the label. "Tomato… lubricant…jelly?"

"Yeah," He grimed out.

Catching a glimpse at his spouse's face, a hostile pang rose in his tone, "What? It's not like you're going to be eating it."

"I didn't… say anything." Naruto rolled his eyes.

"You didn't have to say anything. You do know that your body," Sasuke index finger found the leaking head of Naruto's penis, smearing the hot liquid across the throbbing organ, eliciting a breathy moan, and causing Naruto's eyes to roll to the back of his head. "Speaks more than your mouth ever could."

Sasuke relieved Naruto of the delicious pressure, lifting his hand to his mouth to taste Naruto's precum.

"Delicious, husband-dear." Sasuke smiled, pulling his fingers from his mouth.

Naruto's opened his eyes, half-massed. "Fuck you, Uchiha."

Sasuke snorted, "No, I believe that pleasure is all mine."

Sasuke coated a liberal amount of lube onto three of his fingers. "I've… never done this before so you might feel some discomfort," Sasuke tenderly kissed Naruto. The blond pushed back with equal vigor, as lust glazed eyes stroked the apologetic countenance of the hot, panting Uchiha.

"I trust you completely," Naruto reassured, short of air. In no time at all, one thin finger seeped into his entrance, slowly searching, curling, easing the tensely anticipating, hole.

The blond tried to steady his breathing, rocking into the odd sensation. He gratingly sighed at the foreign operation between his legs, as he felt Sasuke add another digit. Never had he felt anything quite like it before, not unpleasant but not completely pleasurable either. Instead of rushing or complaining, he exercised the virtue of patience for the essential process. Advancing, Sasuke pushed knuckle deep into his tight, wet hole. Shivering at the responding bundle of nerves Sasuke's fingers aggravated, Naruto searched for leverage as he netted his arms around Sasuke's neck, drawing him nearer.

"How is it?" Sasuke asked, concerned.

"Keep going, baby."

Sasuke preened under the affectionate name. Only Naruto.

With the valid go ahead, Sasuke eased in a third finger, stretching the slick needy entrance, creating an appealing squelching sound.

Naruto rode the fingers wanting to get more of that tempting, bizarre pleasure building in his lower abdomen. He moaned loudly, taking initiative.

Sasuke's lust darkened eyes raked over the closing blue eyes, his rosy lips open dragging in raggedy breaths, a paint of red coating his cheeks, bright golden locks matted across the damp forehead. The intense image jolted his cock and his patience had finally run out.

"Rea—"

"Yes," Naruto ardently rushed out.

Sasuke relieved the pleasured hole of the fingers. He heard Naruto groan at the absence.

Freeing his left hand from the wall, Sasuke slathered lube on his cock, hissing at the cold contact. Content with the amount, Sasuke dropped the lube to the floor. Naruto instantly adjusted, pushing his ass against the head of his hard dick. Sasuke bit back a grunt, feeling obligated to give Naruto exactly what he wanted. He clutched the soft globes, spreading them apart. He guided his cock to the twitching hole, leaving a trace of precum behind on Naruto's velvety skin.

Naruto felt the blunt head pull away.

"Stop teasing me, fuckface," Naruto maliciously growled.

"Naruto," Sasuke warned.

Sasuke seized the open opportunity to push into the slippery, wet tavern. "Fuck…" The tight heat clenched around his cock, accepting it like never wanted him to leave. He pushed to the hilt, his balls touching Naruto's buttocks. He remained seated, feeling the contractions milking the remaining precum from his urethra. Giving Naruto time to adjust, he bit his lower lip and fought back his instinctual urge to thrust.

"Sas… ah." Naruto bucked back, trying to adapt to Sasuke's girth. It still felt strange but a good type of strange. Awkwardness united with a strong parcel of pleasure.

"Fuckkkmeee…" A high-pitched squeal broke Sasuke's concentration, and he unintentionally gave in, shallowly thrusting into his husband.

"Ah, yeah, right there," Naruto merrily sighed, pushing back equally.

Enjoying Naruto's sweet reactions, he gave another test thrust.

Receiving the same positive feedback, he proceeded to put heavier weight behind his thrusts. Immediately, he found a natural rhythm and so did Naruto. Forgetting himself, his nails clawed across Sasuke's black blazer as he slammed his hips downward into the searing abyss of hot white pleasure. Sasuke returned the burning passion with hard, forceful thrusts, the slapping skin and gushing noise of pleasure flooding the foyer.

"I've been waiting for this for sooo fucking long," Sasuke snarled, aware their lovemaking was elevating to the climax.

Naruto sloppily reattached his mouth to Sasuke's, kissing him desperately; pleasured moans masked by the fervent plunder.

Animalistic grunts resounded from the older man, as he felt his balls tighten. He pushed in deep as possible, pulling those thin legs further apart to gain more access. The restricting clothing prevented him from separating the legs any further. To his displeasure, he couldn't get any closer, so he ignored the limitation and focused on milking his cock.

He bit down on the sensitive neck before apologetically licking the abused wound.

Naruto's straight nose tickled the space of Sasuke's cheek, as he teetered on the edge of his first orgasm. "Sasss… Harder," It came out like an imploring sob instead of a command. Sasuke realized he was close to tripping off the edge too. Silently, he raised Naruto higher on the wall, pounding like a fractious maniac, discovering Naruto was near if not already there. The blond's innards churned tumbling over the steep quelching cliff of felicity.

Losing barring on his small link with reality, Naruto convulsed in his arms. "Sasssssskeee!" he hollered so loud the neighbors might partake fining the couple for the next month.

Sasuke felt Naruto's snatch repeatedly condense around his erection. He increased his thrusts despite Naruto's explosion of thick, sticky streams of cum and cries of completion. Naruto leaned away from Sasuke, shoving at his shoulders to remove Sasuke from his person. Tears spilled from blue eyes as his last convulsion subsided. Small tremors tingled throughout his exhausted anatomy.

"Why are you crying?" Sasuke huskily asked, sounding like liquid sex.

"C-cause it's," He tried to articulate but failed because of his garbled brain. His heavy panting divided his words into disjointed syllables. "S-so good." Naruto laughed at the question, wondering if Sasuke initially thought he was emotionally demented for shedding tears during sex. How often did someone get that worked up during the act?

Sasuke smiled, kissing him in attempt to distract him from the continuation of his harsh thrusting. Naruto released a protesting sound, a cross between a moan and a high shrill. His hypersensitive body couldn't handle anymore pleasure with Sasuke constantly but viciously stroking his swollen prostate. A natural slippery body fluid that expelled on orgasm mixed with the applied lube, making his ass even more sensitive than it originally was.

"Suss," he pulled away from the kiss, trying to convince Sasuke to pause.

Sasuke snatched his wrists and pinned them flat against the wall.

"Naruto, please."

The smaller Uchiha wiggled but discontinued fighting off the older man. Sasuke took it as an affirmative to continue as he jutted his hips, causing a small moan to sound from pinkish lips. He took harder, more crazed movements, understanding it must have been pleasurable torture for his husband. He felt his lower regions tighten, spiraling up, feeling himself quelling tighter and tighter, until he finally unwound deep inside that tight chute, that hugged his cock like a glove.

Sasuke kissed Naruto hard, feeling the hard pumps coming to a slow halt, his pulsing cock emptying every white bead it had to offer. A soothing hand traveled into dark, silky locks as tan hips slightly bounced at the height of his powerful, body wracking orgasm.

Sasuke felt his spouse's ass milk hungrily milk every last drop as he pulled his flaccid length away as he too became a victim to oversensitivity.

Pulling away slightly and breathing hard, Sasuke observed the pristine white essence drip from the gaping hole in thick rivulets. It dirtied the colossal granite, one large droplet behind the next. Sasuke smirked feeling an enormous gallon of arrogance thrive inside him as he glanced at the cum stained floor and Naruto's spent, flushed appearance.

Sasuke's mind touched on how Naruto refused his advances, called him names, and groaned at the indication of his presence in all his high and mighty glory. In spite of the rebuking him repeatedly, here he was, eagle spread for him, after a session of buck wild fucking.

And who said you can't have what you want?

"Mr. Uchiha?" Sasuke said, kissing Naruto the softest he ever had.

"Yes, Mr. Uchiha?" The wedding planner answered with a captivating grin. A grin that made sunshine appear dark, gloomy in comparison to his aural temperament.

"We can move to the bed now," Sasuke half joked expecting a triad of Naruto's emotions to concurrently attack him but instead an innocent, content face and a smile that branched out into clarion of white and sparkling ceruleans. "M'okay, Sasuke."

.

It's been a crazy ride.

I know I haven't written in this crazy, old thing in a while but that's because I've been busy, living.

I got married about two months ago. To Sasuke.

My work load recently increased.

And I've been getting wrapped in a lot of sex lately.

An outlandish amount of sex. Almost to the point where it would make the Greeks and Romans look like prudes. Yes.

And I… I call it living.

Can you imagine me saying that? After all my stupid quotes, and all talk about merely 'existing', and my constant admittance to loneliness, even my blatant acceptance of it?

I said, I'm living.

Just the thought makes me want to cry because… I'm finally happy. Not content but…happy. Really happy.

In the afternoon, I'm excited to come home and in the morning, I hate to leave.

Can you believe one person can make you feel like that?

I can, because I'm living it…

Marriage isn't as evil or as horrible as I originally thought it was. It's actually a blinding bliss, a hazy cloud that you can't escape. Something you would never want to escape. Now, I'm not saying it makes me ignorant or unwise; it just makes me impermeable to all the probing negativity I find myself in.

It's just funny. An ironic funny.

Fortunately, I haven't spoken to Sakura since our wedding. By the time, Sasuke and I hurried back to his house to consummate the marriage, he had already had all her things moved and driven away. I hadn't expected Sasuke to be so efficient with his schemes but I guess I was wrong. Very wrong. The amount of strings he pulled was stupefying. Having Ella ward Sakura off by trapping her in early morning traffic? And talking to his mother the eve of the wedding? Not to mention, using Itachi for crowd control? Bastard was a smooth talker, the entire family was.

My BFFL (Best Friend for Life) is getting married in a few weeks! I'm excited for him but laughing at him the same time. 90% of the reason he was getting married was because he was jealous of me and Sasuke but… I never told him that. He was so happy and I didn't want to ruin the moment for him.

Speaking of ruining happy moments, I heard from Sasuke my parents were trying again each other on for size again. Supposedly our marriage inspired them to cherish the small moments in life.

Sounds like an excuse to me or maybe it's just true what they say.

True love never really dies; it just grows in different directions.

Well, it's true for them atleast.

On the other hand, I'm having an amazing day so far. Sasuke and I played hooky so we could spend more time together getting to know each other. It's fun learning to love him… He's really interesting, with his childhood stories and his witty remarks. It's kind of like he was born to make me smile.

Last night, at my house, before he fell asleep, he told me that I was his first everything. Then he said, 'I love you' for the first time and… I was speechless. The look in his eyes and the hot touches he left on my face…

I knew it was real.

After I kissed him, I said it back. How could I not?

When someone like Sasuke loves you, nothing else matters.

Ahhh, Sasuke.

He's in the room across the hall right now trying to convince his cousin, and my friend, Hinata, to not marry Kiba. From the trend of the conversation, he was offering her a lump sum of money and even a vacation home if she called off the engagement. Sasuke was easily wasting his time, there was no way she was turning away that damn dirty dog.

But Sasuke wasn't going to give up. He's a persistent person—it was the personality trait he used to catch me.

Ha, and now that I think about it, I don't think I'll be writing in this anymore.

Mmm, I guess I could consider it my last entry—forever.

I have a husband now, the person I can share any and everything with.

With that said, I won't need to write in here anymore.

I bid my farewell to you my personal journal.

Thank you for listening when no one else would.

-Anonymous writer.

Naruto scribbled it out.

-Naruto Uzumaki.

He scribbled that out as well.

-Naruto Uzumaki Uchiha.

Looking at it for a second, he crossed it out too.

-Naruto Uchiha.

Nodding, he smiled.

Perfect.

"What are you doing?" Sasuke peeked over his shoulder, glaring at the notebook.

Scrambling to shut the book for the last time, he turned to Sasuke from the small wooden chair and desk.

"Nothing, just tying up loose ends, so I can fully transition into… Something new." Naruto blinked up at his husband hoping he wouldn't pry any further. A thin dark eyebrow shot up as his hands grasped the top of the chair. It was obvious he was suspicious but he didn't allow his conclusions to trump the infinite amount of trust he had.

Naruto leaned back to absorb how dazzling Sasuke was in domestic clothes, a muscle-fitting crushed white t-shirt and loose sweat pants.

Naruto grinned. It was all his.

"I need your ass to report downstairs, it's dinner time."

"Really? What'd you make?" Naruto excitedly asked, his hair bouncing to the pattern of his happiness.

Sasuke mysteriously smirked, "Lasagna."

-Your life doesn't have to be a fairytale to have a happy ending.

-Naruto Uchiha.

Damn! And we're done! Thank you to everyone who's stuck by my side and read and reviewed ^.^

Tell me and Miranda what you thought one last time? ;)

This is not the end of my humor and romance stories. Sometime in the near future I'll release the other one I have written. (I promise)

And of course, It's original. {Like you don't already know…}

But in the meantime, I'm not going to stop writing. I'll finish Doubleheader (Mpreg) and Aliliopatheia. Possibly some oneshots too.

Again, –bows- Thank you (: