Part - XXXV

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Nov 14, 2023
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If you paid Naruto a million dollars, he would not be able to tell you what was discussed in the meeting. He could only assume that he answered any of the questions that were addressed to him sufficiently coherently, because Sasuke was not looking annoyed. However, from Sasuke's amused smirk as they closed the meeting, Naruto guessed he was still looking a bit distracted. He only hoped they didn't have a lunch meeting. He seriously needed to clear his head.

Itachi paused next to Naruto's seat on his way out. "It looks like we will be seeing more of each other again, Naruto."

"Yes, you will" Sasuke answered. "But not this weekend. We have other plans."

Sasuke slanted a heavy lidded sidelong glace at Naruto as he and Itachi got up to escort the government official out, and Naruto felt his body heat at just the look. I'm going to fucking kill him, Naruto thought, standing to join Sasuke and Itachi in escorting the man out, fighting down the urge to simply slam Sasuke up against the wall in the hallway in front of his brother on the way back up.

Naruto blew out a breath as he walked back towards his office, not really sure how he was going to get through the rest of the day. He turned instead and headed for the men's room. He had to get a hold of himself. OK, fine, so he and Sasuke had taken a major step in reconciliation today. But he had to be able to be in the same room with him without having almost uncontrollable urges to throw the man to the ground and fuck him senseless. I mean, what was he, seventeen again? Naruto went over to the sink and splashed cold water on his face, hoping it would cool him off and get him to focus. They just had to get through the rest of the day, then he would have all night and the entire weekend to do whatever he wanted with his husband. Again, that emotionally loaded word went straight to his cock. Oh fuck, this is NOT helping.

He wondered in annoyance if he was really going to have to spend the entire day hiding in the men's room or his office because he couldn't get himself under control. Why had he thought it would be a good idea to rekindle their always incendiary sex life in the office in the middle of the fucking workday? Oh, right. Because all the blood had left his brain and gone straight to the organ that really didn't care about things like that. He should have known better. They had been apart for too long, and a short tryst on the floor in Sasuke's office was not anywhere near sufficient to satisfy the vortex of need that had opened up between them at the first touch. He supposed he should be grateful that Sasuke at least appeared to have sufficient control over himself. He'd just have to rely on that to get them through the rest of the day. If he stayed in his own office and focused on his own work, it should be fine.

Naruto walked over to the paper towel dispenser and pulled off a sheet to dry his hands and wipe his face. He didn't hear the door to the bathroom open, or the footfalls of the man who entered. So he was startled with a strong pair of arms wrapped around him and pulled him into one of the stalls, which luckily were quite clean and well-kept, finding himself face-to-face with Sasuke.

"You were supposed to come back to my office after the meeting and finish what you started," Sasuke growled in his ear, pushing him up against the wall of the stall. So much for Sasuke having more restraint.

Naruto laughed softly, pushing his body forward and backing Sasuke up against the other side of the stall, feeling the electricity run through him at the points where their bodies connected, and from the battle they were engaging in. "If you think that what I have in mind for you is something that is going to be finished that quickly, you are out of your fucking mind. And if you ever leave for a meeting again when I have you half naked, I am going to tie you to my fucking bedpost for the next several days. I don't care if the Prime Minister shows up and asks you out for dinner."

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