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It feels as if Naruto is glaring a hole into his soul. It’s a different gaze, like they haven’t been in love for what it feels like so long.
“Sorry…”
“I'll cut your throat. That'll shut you up!”
Maybe that’ll hurt less, no longer seeing the hate in those blue eyes.
But Sasuke wants to say more. He needs to keep all of Naruto's attention on him. For him to keep his eyes on the blond omega, to have him at his side until Sasuke couldn’t.
“Even like this, you're beautiful…”
Naruto’s always beautiful. And all the times Sasuke had said it, it had been true.
He needs the blond to believe at least that.
“Shut up!”
Sasuke blinks just once, his throat feeling dry. But he needs to keep talking. He can’t have Naruto being uncooperative or physically aggressive against him.
"And see? We made it out alive. Say thanks…” Sasuke says, unfortunately sarcasm not working as always as he’s lying on the dirty ground of an alley, his voice even as Naruto’s face is hovering over his, narrowing blue eyes at him like never before.
They look a mess. There’s blood on Sasuke’s knuckles and clothes.
He killed three people, saved Naruto from them.
But he’s yet the worst traitor. Fake.
“Shut up, son of a–!” Naruto almost chokes on his saliva.
They’re in a current predicament. Or at least Sasuke is. You can say one of the many reasons they can’t be together is the large penknife not yet touching the center of his throat, being held by both of Naruto’s trembling hands after the inevitable fight started, adrenaline still in their veins, and Naruto shouting at him while wrestling him. Never would they have that forever love like in cute romantic novels, the stories the blond omega likes to yap about sometimes.
They don’t look like the lovers they were yesterday.
They don’t, even if Sasuke had always been careful.
But he needed to. Being someone who secretly works as an elite agent has his hardships, not a life for anyone. But, you see, it’s not always about killing others and infiltrating tall buildings to steal secret documents. It’s not always preparing strategies to obtain crucial evidence or being sent out for six months to another country. It’s not always about taking high-stakes espionage missions. Sometimes, for two years, it can be about feigning… mundane things. Lovely things. Sharing shirts and sheets with an omega for him to make a nest for both of them.
“Naruto–”
“Is Sasuke your real name?”
“Yes.”
God, this hurts.
Meeting an unsuspecting man who becomes his lover and then his husband, practically blue blood running inside his veins, still young within the political spheres and among the many sharks in that line of business but gaining importance every year.
The omega is something else, and Sasuke remembered smiling at him that first day when his assignment really started, moving with the grace of a flirtatious learned skill and conscious that the last thing he wanted was to make a bad impression on Namikaze Naruto, the only child of the late, beloved Fourth.
But what had been an arrangement for him, an 'infiltrating' mission to be embedded in those spheres, a deep cover that slowly shifted into something genuine… Attraction and gentle feelings ended years of preparation, being unable to fight against what Sasuke’s heart started to bloom. Some nights he dreamed about this becoming a lifelong assignment. He’d heard about those missions, assigned after long wars —of people even having children, driving them to their elementary school, never drawing attention to themselves.
But Sasuke’s in deep shit now. All he has trained for is going to deep shit. Maybe one hour is left before his agency considers him a liability as soon as this act of being disloyal to them is known. The excuse of this being the result of a natural inclination to like the affection from an omega is useless since Sasuke is a simple beta —most spies are.
Anyway, they don’t need someone who left their work aside, who denied an order first —DISPOSE HIM— and who just released the lamb that was supposed to go to the slaughterhouse by other hands after his clear failure.
Naruto knows all this now because, seeking his disposition, Sasuke had to tell him. A gun Naruto has never seen before on Sasuke’s hands.
You’re in danger. Do as I say.
And now they don’t have a home.
“I wanted lots of kids. A big family,” Naruto says above him, yet not quietly, not in any of the soft tones when they kissed on sunny days, and what can Sasuke say? He wasn’t prepared for love, and with Naruto still looking so angry above him, Sasuke doesn’t know what their future holds within the next few minutes. “I've wanted to please you from the very first day I saw you.”
In fact, everything might make Sasuke cry. But he still needs to focus. He can’t have his vision to blur.
“Sorry,” Sasuke says carefully, just one murmur.
Naruto leans down more. "I should’ve realized," he says, voice broken. “Everything was too perfect… B-but… love makes you stupid, doesn't it?”
There’s no way back home. They’re just in a dirty alley with an unharmed Naruto and Sasuke, who could only disappear after he brings the blond man to a safer place, looking at him one last time. Really looking at him.
One last time.
Sasuke can hardly form any words. Nothing, except "I love you too.”
The knife is released; it hits the cement with a soft thud. And Sasuke’s last kiss tastes of tears.
He wants to say more. He wants to hold Naruto’s head and murmurs, Wait for me. Please. We’ll have all the kids you want. Everything was real.
But Naruto stands up and walks backwards. He looks at his side, feeling betrayed while taking his blue eyes away from Sasuke.
“Lead the way.”
And it hurts. So much.