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Flowers

Chapter 5: Yellow and Red Tulip

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There's one line written in romaji, but if you put your mouse on top of it you will see the translation, or you can just click on the link and it will lead you to a tweet of mine with the translation.

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Naruto loved being hokage, not because it was the highest rank a shinobi could reach, but because the feeling of being able to help people with all of himself and having that recognized was simply wonderful. Naruto loved to see children smile at him and internally melted when he heard them telling their parents that they wanted to be just like him.

Naruto loved being hokage almost as much as he loved ramen. And that was exactly why the blond was enjoying his day off in his small and simple house, savoring pasta for his breakfast. The Uzumaki was already mature and he was a grown man, but nothing would stop him from spending the whole day feeding himself on that only, if he wanted to.

It was almost written in stone, on his days off, Naruto stayed at home all day, enjoying an endless laziness. However, he heard someone knocking on his door and had to take a deep breath not to curse whoever was interrupting his much-deserved break.

He walked with lazy steps until he finally reached the door handle, unlocking it and then opening it, in no hurry, with the right to a yawn. His heart fluttered funny, his eyes widened for a millisecond and then a huge smile appeared on his face.

— Sasuke-teme! – his voice sounded too excited, the smile just didn't leave his lips, as if he had gone back to being a teenager.

— Hm. – the guttural sound was the only answer the blond received, but even so, he gave room for the older one to enter.

It was funny how it seemed like nothing had changed in all those years, and yet it was obvious that a lot had changed. After all, people change, and feelings change too... Don't they? That's what Naruto tried to believe, but at that moment, nothing seemed to have changed – at least not with the way his palms were sweating just because Sasuke was invading his lonely comfort zone.

Naruto expected Sasuke to walk into his house and make some grumpy comment about his slovenliness, about the dirty and even clean clothes strewn across the floor, the dirty dishes in the sink, the empty ramen pots on the sink. But that didn't happen. Sasuke didn't enter his house. Sasuke just extended one arm wide enough to hand Naruto two flowers – one yellow and one red.

— Damn it! – the jinchuuriki cursed, grabbing the plants as delicately as he could before running to his room after the book about flowers.

The Uchiha rolled his eyes, finally entering the house and closing the door behind him before following the boy into the other room. The brunette saw the hokage standing in front of the bed, flowers in hand and book open; flipping through the pages with an indescribable curiosity.

Then he walked slowly towards the younger one, stopping behind him; their bodies almost touching.

— Page two hundred and thirty-two, usuratonkachi. – the deep voice whispered next to the Uzumaki's ear, making him feel a shiver run down his spine, but he ignored the feeling and ran his fingers through the pages until he found the one mentioned.

And there it was, a perfect drawing of the flowers he had been given.

His eyes danced slowly over the description of the flower, noticing for the first time that it was accurately described down to the scent of the plants. For some reason, his heart was racing. He didn't know if it was from anxiety or because a certain someone was behind him, almost glued to his body, so that he could feel the warm breath on his nape.

"Tulip

Yellow: hope of love

Red: declaration of love”

The blue eyes disappeared for a few miserable moments, while the tanned boy blinked repeatedly trying to understand what that meant. Instinctively, he turned around his body, intending to capture the black irises with his blue ones. But his eyes closed immediately, when he felt soft lips touch his own.

The other man's perfume intoxicated him, causing him to drop the flowers and the book to the floor. But the noise didn't bother any of them, because soon the wet muscle of the older one invaded Naruto's mouth and the tongues touched, caressed each other in a mixture of eagerness for lost time and calm, satisfaction for, finally, having given in to their feelings and desires.

The Uchiha's pale and, until then, icy hands slid between the fabric of the orange shirt and the tanned skin; the long fingers slowly caressing the extension of skin where they touched, while the hands slowly slid to the top of the younger one's masculine back. .

It was as if a light bulb had been fitted to Naruto's head and then turned on. All those flowers had been sent by Sasuke, just as his naive head had made him daydream about. And, maybe, leaving the book about flowers on his desk was on purpose.

The orange fabric slipped over the hokage’s head, messing up the blond locks; soon ending up on the floor, next to the white shirt that had just covered the former nunekin’s pale skin. There wasn't much time to wonder if that really was true, as the way the Uchiha's gaze slid along the tanned skin left no doubt that it was simply meant to be.

Their lips met in a slow, yet intense kiss. The pale-skinned hands slid over the younger one's body silhouette , feeling immeasurable pleasure in understanding that that moment would never be altered, nor removed from his memory. One of his hands slowly slid down the other one's spine, pulling the Uzumaki's warm body against his. He couldn’t allow himself to break the kiss so quickly, but he pulled his lips away from his partner's just so he could look into the cerulean irises. And there was no doubt about it, he wanted that stupid man for himself, for the rest of his life.

He guided the jinchuuriki's body to the bed and, on impulse, the boy laid down. The brunette knelt over the blond's body, taking his lips to the curve of the Hokage's neck; allowing himself to spread kisses, and nibbles, in addition to a few sucking on the tanned skin between his lips every now and then.

Watashi wa anata wo aishiteru , Naruto.