An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Sasuke usually comes home to a wife eager to make him at ease and a daughter impatient to tell him about what happened during her missions.
This time, none of those things occur. Sasuke steps into his home and squints at the sight of himself standing against the kitchen counter and nestled between long legs. The man—himself, looks back at the intrusion suddenly, halting the rhythmic sounds of mouths connecting and breaths intermingling.
As soon as their identical gazes meet, the shadow clone disappears in a puff of smoke and his wife is left sitting on the counter, panting by herself.
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