He looked at the call: Temari. Naruto pressed "Answer" and heard:

-Why aren't you saying hello, sis? Didn't I teach you manners?

Fuck! Good thing his number was apparently the last one she called. Naruto immediately called a cab and in a few minutes was rushing to the house where the girl lived. On the way he dialed a friend who was a police officer, explained the situation and asked for advice on what to do.

-Don't interfere,- said Kiba. - I'll send help.

Don't interfere? Anything could happen while the squad getting here.

Naruto wasn't a panicky person, but his habit of running through options and what he'd learned from Temari about her brother and their relationship just didn't allow him to wait quietly for the police when he arrived to the house. He'd been in situations before where a couple of minutes changed evereything. And lost a friend in one of them, he didn't want something like that to happen to someone he cared about. What he feared most was that Temari would not be able to resist her brother's former infuluence.

He went up to the floor, praying his voice sounded convincing. He rang the bell.

-Who's there? - Suspicion crept into Kankuro's voice.

-Delivery.

-Just a minute.

Naruto tried to relax, took a breath, and when the door opened, he kicked Kankuro in the stomach so that he flew deep into the room, hitting the headboard.

He found Temari tied to a chair.

-Wait. I'll deal with him first. - Saw the relief in his eyes and exhaled himself, finding no visible damage.

Walked over to Kankuro. He tried to get up, sliding his feet across the floor.

-No, - he grabbed his wrists, dodging a blow to his forehead. Turned him around, pushed his face into the bed, and heard the police sirens sing.

-Don't move, if you don't wanna make it worse.

When Kankuro was led out in handcuffs and Temari was untied, he wanted to go to the police station with her. But she hugged him tightly and refused:

-I can handle this,- she whispered in his ear. And, seeing the determination in her eyes, Naruto let go of her hands.

***

Red stains blurred on his white shirt. The lips looked like gyoza (Japanese dumplings) made by an inept craftsman. Megumi-san treated them and his nose with antiseptic. She handed him a cotton pad moistened with it when the sound of something heavy falling to the floor was heard from above.

They looked at each other and rushed to the second floor. They found Neji lying on the floor in the office, and Hizashi, talking to the ambulance. A pair of scissors was lying next to the young man's right arm, and Naruto ran a glance over the older Hyuuga. Finding no suspicious marks, he felt for a pulse.

-Get your hands off my son, - the threat in Hizashi's voice made him look up.

-He's fainted. I'm administering first aid,- Uzumaki began unbuttoning his shirt. - We need pillows or a small stool to raise his legs.

Hyuuga opened his mouth with clenched fists and immediately closed it with his lips pressed together.

-I'll get it, - Neji's father said in a squeezed voice, and walked out.

- He'll be all right, Megumi-san.

The woman, looking after her husband, turned to Uzumaki.

- Naruto. I'd like you to talk to my husband about our son. About his orientation, more specifically.

-I don't think he'll listen to me.

-He will, - the steel in Neji's mother's voice convinced Naruto that Hizashi would do so.

In the distance flashed the lights of the ambulance taking Neji to the hospital. The medics diagnosed a bruised head in addition to a fainting. Megumi went with her son. Naruto promised to join him later.

-Naruto, I ask you to come to my office.

Hizashi collapsed heavily into a chair. Uzumaki sat across from him, picking up the scissors from the floor first.

-Neji wanted to hit you with them, didn't he? What did you tell him? That you didn't want to see him anymore?

Hyuuga flinched as he looked at the blades glinting in Naruto's hand.

-No. I called him a fag. Asked what his friend's parents might think about their son hanging out with some faggot.

Uzumaki was silent.

-Is he sleeping with you? - Hizashi seemed to shrink back, waiting for an answer.

-No. Neji is a virgin. - Huuyga's eyes widened. - But it won't last long. He's a grown up person.

Naruto twirled the scissors in his hands:

-I remember - when I first realized that I liked guys along with the girls, I was wildly afraid. I had a crush on my roommate. At the orphanage where I grew up, they could have crucified me for that. But I confessed to him. I decided to be honest. And I got punched in the face, harder than I was right now.

Naruto smiled.

-I found out later that he liked me, too. He only beat me because he was afraid for his reputation. He was the strongest and most handsome guy of our year, all the girls were crazy about him. Even the seniors respected him. So he decided: if he succumbed to such a weakness as admitting that he liked his roommate, it would ruin his life.

Uzumaki sighed.

-I found out how he felt when he died in my arms from an overdose a few years later. That's when I wanted to make the world a place where everyone could be free to show their love. No matter what or for whom. And I chose what I wanted and could do to help that future. Megumi-san explained what my help is to Neji, didn't she?

Hizashi nodded. Asked a few minutes later:

-What should I do, Uzumaki? I don't want to lose my son, but what will they think...

-Who? His friends, in case you hadn't heard, supported him. Only a couple of them were perplexed when he confessed. And if his parents supported him, he wouldn't care what anyone else said. He told everything because to him you and Megumi-san and his friends are the most important people right now. And he wants...

Naruto interrupted when he heard a heavy harsh sigh. He looked at Neji's father. He was trying to hold back tears, wrapping his arms around his head.

-Just give it time. Both for him and for yourself, Hizashi-san.

***

"What should I do? If I agree, Madara might freak out. Then it's goodbye to the club, and goodbye to being around Sakura. If I don't, my reputation as a therapist goes to hell. Would I be able to keep myself from allowing myself more? "

-I'm sorry, Sakura-san, I can't honor your request.

There you go. The decision has been made.

The dreary rain, which had begun since the evening, poured into the night city, and the drops thundered against the glass. Naruto was awakened by a call from an unknown number.

-Hello?

-Hello. Can we meet?

Uzumaki sat up on the bed with a jerk.

-Sakura?

She laughed.

-How careless of you, Naruto! What if Madara is listening to your phone? Come over. I'll geolocate it.

Hastily getting dressed, he hailed a cab. On the way he made sure no one followed him. That seemed to be why Sakura had called at night - whoever had been following him knew his routine up to the minute. And knowing that Naruto preferred to sleep at night, he didn't bother.

The coordinates led him to a swanky hotel downtown. It made him want to laugh. Truly - if you want to hide something, put it in the most prominent place.

He heard notification. The message shown the number and the last name. After asking the receptionist, Naruto went up to the top floor, to one of the penthouses. He knocked on the massive door. His heart beat fast and rumbling, not knowing what to expect.

Sakura opened it. In a light silk robe, just after a shower, she was mesmerizing. He hadn't seen her in weeks and now he couldn't take his eyes off her.

How could it be? He thought he'd gotten over this crush. But lo and behold - his breathing was getting faster, his hands hotter, and the treacherous heaviness down his belly made him wish his pants weren't loose enough.

What the hell?! He needs to concentrate. Naruto looked away from her rounded buttocks, swaying invitingly under the thin fabric as she let him in and walked into the room. He turned his attention to her breathing.

-What did you want, Sakura?

-You're not one to pull the bull by the horns, are you? I want you, Naruto. - She stopped and turned around.

He almost bumped into her. He looked down at her damp hair, her nipples sticking out under her robe, and finally into her green eyes.

-S-Sakura, that's not a good joke.

-I'm not joking, Naruto. I met my husband being a virgin and have always been faithful to him. Never doubted him. I was willing to do anything to help him out of this crisis. And when I asked for a little favor, I got refusal. I was not even willing to let you be directly involved in our interaction. And I didn't even want you to be directly involved in our sex. Just to watch and instruct, that was my fantasy.

-But Sakura, why are you telling me and not him?

Because I've been thinking about a lot of things this month. Divorce, among other things. But I decided to stay with him.

Naruto's heart felt tight. What else could he expect? Yeah, well, Naruto didn't really expect to be with her.

-I'll get back to him tomorrow. And today I want to find out what it's like to be with another man. Kiss me, Naruto.

It was as if he was being torn apart. His animal urges told him to take her, to fuck her so that she moaned and screamed underneath him, so that she forgot her name and the fucking asshole that had started all this.

But his mind kept telling to stop, to leave, there this meeting could turn out totally unpredictable.

Frantically going over his options, he still came to the conclusion that it was better to go back to his place when he felt the touch of a warm palm on his groin. Sakura gently slid it over him, unbuttoning his jacket and scooting the fingers of his other hand under his T-shirt.

To hell with reason! He growled, wrapped his arms around her and pressed her into the wall, pursing his lips. Quickly, roughly, brazenly, his tongue invaded, exploring and enjoying how sweet her mouth was. Her hands scampered over her body and, finding a wet patch of fabric underneath, pulled back the flaps of her robe and sharply, without warning, entered where it was already very wet and hot.

Sakura groaned. His thumb kneaded her folds, getting up to where her tense clit was already waiting. After running it a couple of times, Naruto decided to replace the rough finger with his tongue. Lowering himself to his knees, he untied the sash - it fell to the floor, giving him free access to her. God, what a delightful view opened up! It was a crime not to enjoy it fully - he straightened up, picked her up in his arms, and carried her deep into the room, making out the outline of the bed there.

He lowered her gently to the edge, spread her legs, and admired her pussy again. The wet pink flesh beckoned, aroused. She lay before him, so defenseless, so desirable. Naruto nestled his lips against her bottom and plunged his tongue into the warmth, inviting and eager. Sakura sighed and wrinkled the silk on her chest. Buried her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. He ducked his nose deeper, inhaling her scent, running his palms over her thighs, her stomach, the nipples. He hugged her so that the already meager distance between them shrank, and he felt her pushing away from him, arching, sliding to the edge of orgasm.

No way! He won't let her come back from that brink unsatisfied. Leaving one hand on her waist, he pressed two fingers inside her, began to move them, synchronized with the movements of his tongue, and when she screamed in time with the clenching muscles - only then did he move back a little, admiring the results of his work.

How beautiful she was now - disheveled, with wet messy hair and a half-absent gaze.

Naruto stood up, surprised to find himself fully dressed.

-What about you, - Sakura seemed to read his mind, - I'm waiting for you to continue.

He pulled off his jacket, his T-shirt.

-Let me, - Sakura reached for the elastic of his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers. Smiled contentedly as she saw his tense organs/ She wrapped her arms around his buttocks and pulled her face closer.

-Wait, - Naruto pulled away to get the condom.

-Come on, I want to feel...

-You don't have to, Sakura. Safety is important. - He didn't take long to languish with her and soon a pink mist of hair enveloped his groin. Their tips tingled his pubis and scrotum now and then, she slid her mouth along his cock, and caressed it so expertly that Naruto wondered how long he would last. Deciding there was no point in holding back, he exhaled, feeling her hold his throbbing cock inside.

Sakura stroked his hand. At times she casually touched her breasts. He stroked her belly, finding it quite sensitive. She shuddered, squirmed, and sighed sweetly at the subtle, light touch. Naruto turned to her and kissed her. She responded, this time just as fervently, drawing in his tongue and lips. After a minute, the blond pulled the condom back on and entered her.

How hot it was inside her! The movements were unhurried, cautious even. He didn't stop caressing her with his hands, then pressing Sakura against him, then moving a little away to look at her face. She simply dissolved into the pleasure she was receiving. She slid her leg over his thigh and slid her heel across his buttocks, getting to the places where Naruto's muscles were hard and responded happily to her touch.

They breathed in time with the movements and looked into each other's eyes. Clutching fingers, waited for each to peak and then, smiling exhaustedly, spread out on the bed again.

-It's time for you to go, - Sakura gently nudged Naruto in the side.

-Are you kicking me out? I feel used, - Uzumaki teased her playfully.

- It'll be morning soon, your spy will wake up.

Naruto rode in the cab. The rain was still pouring down. And now he was glad of it.

The end.