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Sasu/Naru/Sasu (SNS) AU
“Please?”
“No.”
Naruto gave his best impression of a kicked puppy, hands together as he pleaded with more force than really was necessary for such a mundane task. “Pretty please.”
Used to his boyfriend's attitude, his quirks—good and bad combined, Sasuke turned away stubbornly. His attention solely focused on aimlessly flicking through the channels on TV, blatantly ignoring Naruto as he slowly, and with the subtlety of an elephant—inched closer and closer towards Sasuke, until he rested his head on Sasuke's shoulder with an over exaggerated thud.
“You know,” Naruto said, his tone thickly coated with insincere innocence. His fingers walked up Sasuke's arm in slow, deliberate movements, “you can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich.”
Damn.
Something must have changed on his face, because Naruto sat back—grinning wide enough to give the Cheshire Cat a run for its money. Sasuke paused, running a hand over his forehead—wondering (not for the first time) how he had ended up in this situation.
The great Sasuke Uchiha, younger brother to Itachi Uchiha, son to Fugaku and Mikoto Uchiha. One of the most influential men (next to his brother, of course) in the business sector of Japan demoted to fucking sandwich bitch.
His ancestors must be turning in their graves. And the worst thing of all, was that the bouncing checkout clerk beside him was so damn right.
With a sigh unfitting of his normally stoic demeanour, Sasuke stood without a word. Making his way into the kitchen, Naruto's voice following him. It could have been a thanks, but it was most likely specifics in relation to the way his boyfriend wanted his fucking sandwich. Regardless, Sasuke let the comment fly over his head. Naruto will be lucky if he doesn’t decide to just throw the entire loaf of bread at his head.
Sasukes was bent over searching through the fridge, wondering if he should drown the bread in that intensely horrible hot sauce Naruto's workmate Lee gave them when they first moved into their apartment when a pair of familiar arms wrapped around his midriff.
The hairs on the back of his neck rose as Naruto spoke into his ear, Naruto's body pressing up against his own. “Thank you, bastard.” Naruto nibbled the lobe of Sasuke's ear gently before stepping back.
“And here I was thinking you came in here to make sure I wasn’t adding arsenic to the mayonnaise.” Sasuke said coolly as he placed the condiments on the island beside Naruto.
Naruto laughed. “Well that too,” he admitted, scratching at his cheek sheepishly. “Want some help?”
Sasuke deadpanned. “Go away, Naruto.”
Naruto's laughter followed him as he walked the short distance back to the couch. Sasuke's eyes traced his every step, resting solely on the way his pants hung loose on tanned tapered hips, his bare back catching the mid-morning rays of sunshine as it shone through sheer curtains.
Shaking his head, Sasuke reluctantly returned his gaze to the half constructed meal in front of him. Sandwich first, then well—Naruto has a favour to pay back. With a smirk, Sasuke spread the deli meat on top of the mayonnaise—maybe being a sandwich bitch isn’t always a bad thing.
