Sasuke ran his fingers over the printed pictures Naruto had sent. He kept every single one. Even the ridiculous ones like the flower that looked angry. His favorite was a selfie during a sunset at the ranch. Naruto’s golden hair and his dazzling blue eyes shining from the sun. He was stunningly gorgeous. He deeply hoped that he’d be able to spend at least some time with him once he got out. It was the most Sasuke allowed himself to hope.
Sasuke ran his fingers over the printed pictures Naruto had sent. He kept every single one. Even the ridiculous ones like the flower that looked angry. His favorite was a selfie during a sunset at the ranch. Naruto’s golden hair and his dazzling blue eyes shining from the sun. He was stunningly gorgeous. He deeply hoped that he’d be able to spend at least some time with him once he got out. It was the most Sasuke allowed himself to hope.
Some nights he imagined what it would be like to have Naruto in his arms. He wondered how he would smell. How his skin would feel. What it would be like to hear his laugh, untainted by the shitty phone lines. All of it lived in his head and he’d had a lot of wet dreams about it. He was a grown man who hadn’t had sex in years. His only companion had been his hand and his imagination.
Several men had propositioned him here. It was common to have partners to release stress and seek companionship with. But the moment he’d met Naruto he realized none of them would be worth it. He refused to demean himself like that. He was an Uchiha and an Uchiha could control their urges.
He wondered if that statement would hold true around Naruto though.
It felt wrong, to touch himself to Naruto’s pictures, but he was in love and the blonde was so attractive and all he had was his imagination and –
The front of his pants felt tight and the shitty prison uniform did nothing to hide his growing erection. A groan escaped when he palmed himself and he closed his eyes, letting the feeling of arousal and hope wash over him.
“Naruto won’t be leaving when you get out.”
Sasuke stood stunned as he held the phone against his ear. He was having his daily phone call with his brother when he’d uttered those words. Those scary as fuck words that he didn’t dream to ever hear.
“He – what?”
He heard Itachi chuckle at his pause. Naruto was going to stay. He was going to live with Naruto.
“I spoke with him about him leaving. I didn’t want him to feel obligated to stay and well, he got angry. Furious, really.”
Sasuke felt a snort escape his body. The blonde was so strange.
“He firmly explained that he felt like I was his family and didn’t want to leave.”
“Even…with me around?”
“Sasuke, you’re not some dangerous criminal and he told me himself he doesn’t think of you like that.”
Sasuke’s chest fluttered, “I – don’t know what to say.”
He could hear Itachi’s smug smirk, “Just say you’re happy.”
“I am.”
“He cherishes you, you know.”
“Probably as a brother Itachi. Just like he sees you as a brother.”
Itachi tsked, “I don’t know about that. But I suppose we will see.”
Sasuke refused to get his hopes up. He did.
Naruto walked out of the restaurant, leaving Itachi to speak to Kakashi again, and strolled down the street to a clothing store. He wasn’t completely certain about Sasuke’s style, but he would do his best. Based on pictures he’d seen of him, he knew for certain one thing. It was boring. He needed some color in his wardrobe.
He grabbed a basket and started browsing around the shop. He made his way to the socks section and picked up some standard (boring) black socks. He snickered to himself at the silly design section. They had socks decorated with smiling fruits, food, and cute characters. He picked some and added them to the cart. He couldn’t wait to see Sasuke’s face. He did the same with boxers and picked some standard ones and three silly ones. He figured Sasuke wouldn’t wear them but the horrified look on his face would be totally worth it.
He moved on to the pajamas. Remembering the black and white pajamas in his room the brunette Naruto decided to get some blues, greens, and reds. He wished he could convince Sasuke to wear some yellow and orange, but he had a feeling he’d throw those at his face.
The toiletry section was next, and he took his time picking shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. He smelled every single one and tried to guess which scents Sasuke would like. He regretted not being able to ask but he wanted to surprise the brunette. He wanted to ease the transition as much as he could. It wasn’t going to be easy, he couldn’t imagine what he was about to go through, but hopefully, these little tokens helped.
“You’re getting out in two weeks!” Naruto grinned at Sasuke through the glass as Itachi signed some papers the warden had given him.
“I am.”
The blonde rolled his eyes, “Wow don’t look too excited.”
He heard Itachi laugh next to the blonde, “Shut up.”
Naruto leaned forward and tucked his chin into his hand, “What do you want me to make you?”
Sasuke raised an eyebrow, “Make me?”
“Yes! We have to celebrate with a feast. What do you want?”
Sasuke let out a breath, “You really don’t – “
The words died in his mouth at Naruto’s fierce glare. “What. Do. You. Want.”
He looked at Itachi with wide eyes, he’d never seen Naruto like that, only ever heard stories from Itachi. The bastard just leaned back and grinned. Grinned.
“Uh – anything with tomatoes and steak.”
Naruto’s face returned to its usual cheery smile and he felt his stomach churn. He was fucking scary. Maybe he should work for the prison.
After the visitation was over, he slowly followed the guard to his cell in a daze. It was happening soon. So fucking soon.
The guard whistled a tune and Sasuke glanced at the other prisoners. Some in the rec room and others in their cells. He would never see them again and the thought brought so much fucking joy. Joy and hope.
It was the night before Sasuke’s release and Naruto popped the marinated steaks in the fridge. His body was thrumming with anxiety and he knew Itachi wasn’t any better. He’d caught him in Sasuke’s room, fixing up the already fixed bed, going through the house checking for dust, and triple checking the pantry that all of Sasuke’s favorite foods were there.
The blonde knew he wasn’t going to be able to sleep and he wondered how Sasuke was doing. It was already too late to call him, and he didn’t want to bother Itachi. Itachi was already in bed, probably trying to sleep.
He sprayed every house plant, talked to all the sheep about being on their best behavior, and probably prepared a bit too much food. He’d read that the transition might make Sasuke’s body sick but in his defense, Sasuke hadn’t had a good meal in years. He’d heard about the horrendous food in perfect detail. The super watered-down tea and bland ‘meat’. Maybe that’s why he’d requested steak.
Naruto hoped he didn’t come off as too eager, but this was just…huge. Life changing. Literally.
He tried to get some sleep, really really tried, but well…how could one sleep with what was to come in a couple of measly hours?
Sasuke didn’t sleep a minute. He’d spent the whole night preparing for his release and overwhelmed with thoughts of what the future would hold. He’d taken a shower and tried to look as presentable as he could. He packed up his few belongings in a box Yamato gave him. The huge number of letters, the photographs, some of the books. He’d told Yamato he could keep the rest of the books or give them to the prison library.
He made the bed and then sat on it, in silence. Waiting. Waiting.
He closed his eyes and let the last few moments set in. The sound of the prisoners stirring, the lights buzzing as they turned on, and the muffled voices. He remembered the tears he’d cried in here. The longing. The heart-wrenching sadness and fear. The exhaustion of always being on guard. Never knowing if someone was about to hurt him.
His breath hitched when he heard a guard heading his way and stop at the front of his cell, “Uchiha. It’s your day.”
He slowly opened his eyes and saw Yamato’s beaming face. The one person that truly cared and understood. He’d never treated him like a monster. Yamato had always told him that working for a long time in the prison system had taught him how to judge a person’s true character. He was incredibly adept at truly seeing a person’s darkness and he’d always told Sasuke that he knew that Sasuke would never return.
Sasuke stood from the bed and the moment he passed the opening of his cell it all became a blur. The exiting process was a blur. He filled and signed papers and answered the warden’s standard questions. Next thing he knew –
Sasuke was walking out, hearing the gates open and seeing an excited Naruto waving frantically next to a grinning Itachi. He felt like he couldn’t breathe with every step he took and the moment he was past that gate, he was free. Officially and utterly free.
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