You May Now Kiss the Groom

Disclaimer: Masashi Kishimoto owns Naruto and over half the anime community's souls.

AN: PWP anybody?

Yeah, I thought so.

"You know what I hate? Calm down, it's nothing big. I hate when leaves get stuck in the rake. The teeth of the rake just penetrate these crinkly, brown leaves instead of doing its job, so I have to pick them out and put them into the pile myself."

Nara Shikamaru, my supervisor and good friend from high school, blew out the smoke incased in his mouth as he flicked the loose ash off the end of his cigarette. He never used to smoke, but he started when our math teacher, Asuma-sensei, died in a car accident towards the end of senior year of high school. "You know what I hate?" he asked, sticking the cigarette between his lips.

I looked at him and pouted. "The fact that I'm always complaining about mundane things?" It was just a guess.

"You're really getting good at this, Naruto." He commented with a smirk. He hopped of the railing of the gazebo and picked up a leaf that I had missed, flicking it towards my makeshift mountain. "This would be easier if you just used a leaf blower. They asked that the leaves weren't in sight, not completely disposed of."

I smacked a gloved hand to my forehead. "You have gotta be kidding me." Why hadn't I thought of that?

"Also, you're putting all these leaves into a pile, but you don't have a trash bag to put them in. Are you expecting the guests to take a break from the wedding to relive their childhoods and play in the leaves?" Shikamaru asked, eyeing the white arch that had been decorated in pink and purple flowers, and fake green vines and white tulle.

I burst out laughing at the image of the groom stopping in the middle of his vows and running over to the pile, squealing like a child as he jumped in. Shikamaru looked at me weirdly and I waved my hand to dismiss any questions he had. He wouldn't understand my humor. "I'm going to go get the leaf blower, okay?"

"Yeah, okay. I'll go get us some drinks. What do you want?" Shikamaru said, flicking his cigarette again.

"Do the Dew, man!" I laughed before heading off to the shed a few yards away. I glanced down at the padlock and saw that it was hanging on the hook, but the lever from the other door wasn't in place. "Damn it, Kiba, you left the shed unlocked again…" I muttered and pulled the right door open and stepped inside.

I immediately halted at the scent of cigarette smoke and looked to my right where a tall man was standing by the window. It was dark in the shed, but from the light coming through the window and the opened door, I could see that he was wearing black slacks and dress shoes, and a white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. His dark hair stuck out in the back, and his bangs framed his pale face, contrasting beautifully. His dark eyes narrowed at me and I felt myself stiffen under his dark gaze.

"Uh…this is for personnel only…" I said, trying to regain my composure. But damn, this man was sexy. He was like one of those models you thought only existed through Photoshop and extra heavy make-up and effects. Yet, here he was; the cover of a magazine in real life. And I had every right to think that because I swung both ways. I wouldn't call myself bi, because I hate labels, but to me, gender didn't matter when you were having a good time.

"Close the door," the man said a voice as gorgeous as his face. I wonder if he could sing…I bet that would be sexy. The man glared at me and suddenly stepped forward, yanking me inside and then slamming the door shut. "Are you deaf or something?"

I opened my mouth to answer him, but then what he said actually registered and I glared at him. "I'm not deaf, asshole. And I meant it when I said that this is for personnel only."

"What, a shed? You must be one unfortunate person to value having a shed all to yourself." He said, blowing smoke into my face. "I'm just trying to enjoy a smoke in private."

I coughed, waving my hand in front of my face, my eyes stinging. Oh my God, this guy was a total dick! Damn it, all the hot ones were. "Look, I just work here, so I can't really force you out. So whatever, stay in here, I don't care." I walked over to the left wall where two leaf blowers were hanging and pulled one off. I paused for a moment, trying to remember what else I needed with this. "Oh, extension cord, extension cord…" I muttered to myself, setting the leaf blower down on the uneven, wooden floor.

"What's your name?" the man asked me suddenly while I tried untangling all the different colored wires, holding them up to the window to try and find the tape that had the length written on it.

I looked at him, eyebrows furrowed, but I still smiled. "Naruto…" I said in confusion, watching him flick some ashes on the floor though I couldn't see them land on the floor. They seemed to vanish into the darkness.

"Are you working on the landscape for that wedding?" he asked before taking a single, long inhale of the cigarette.

"Uh…" I said, suddenly embarrassed by my job. This man was probably a CEO of a bank, or a lawyer or something. He was in clean, pressed clothes while I was wearing a grimy jumpsuit. "Just getting rid of the leaves," I laughed nervously.

He dropped the cigarette on the floor and crushed it under his clean show. I considered saying something about that, mostly because that couldn't be good for such nice shoes. I remained quiet, though and went back to searching for a long enough extension cord, expecting him to leave now that he was done smoking.

"Do you believe that true happiness can be found in marriage?"

My eyes widened and I dropped the wires. Turning to him, he was looking at me with a serious expression, his hands in his pockets. What should I say to that? I've never been married nor ever considered it. Then again, I was only twenty-three. I had plenty of time. "Well…" I began, his black eyes looking at me expectantly. "In my humble, honest opinion…I don't think so." He raised an eyebrow and I took that as a sign to continue. I turned my whole body to him and moved my hands animatedly as I spoke. "I mean, if you truly love the other person, then I guess you'll figure out a way to find true happiness. But if you don't love them with your whole being…I mean, God, how should I put it. Um…" I fumbled around for the right word. Finally, it came to me and I blurted it out without a second thought. "Sex."

He looked at me, obviously baffled by my response, and my cheeks flared up. "What I mean is, if you don't love them, you have to think of it like this: you're going to be stuck having sex with the same person over and over again for the rest of your life. Or at least until you divorce." I added the last part quickly.

He chuckled and I relaxed a little. "That does sound awful, doesn't it?" he asked, amused.

"Yeah," I grinned at him. "I mean, you can't have sex with total strangers anymore once you get hitched."

He gave me a dark look, his head bowing slightly. "Such as total strangers that you meet in a tool shed?"

My breath caught in my throat, and my heart shuddered. The way he was looking at me was down right sexy, like I was a fine pastry on a plate set before him. It made my pulse race and my palms sweat. He took a step towards me and I took one back, bumping into the wall and mountain of tangled extension cords. "Y-yeah, I guess that's a good example…" I muttered, my mind racing with thoughts. One being Yes! He's totally gay and hitting on me! I couldn't help myself; I've never been hit on by such a gorgeous specimen.

He put a hand on the wall of my right and used it to lower himself to me. I closed my eyes in anticipation of the kiss, but it never came. I opened them and took in the smirk on his face, immediately feeling my body tense. He was making fun of me! But as soon as the thought crossed my mind, he closed the space between us and placed a gentle kiss on my lips.

I immediately pushed my head forward, and he tangled a hand into my messy hair, which was kind of embarrassing because I hadn't washed it the night before and it was probably sweaty from all the manual labor I had been doing since this morning. I timidly reached my hands up and gripped at the front of his shirt.

As the kiss deepened, he nipped my bottom lip and I opened my mouth just slightly, only to have a tongue force its way inside. I closed down on it and sucked and he moaned in approval. He pressed himself against me and I found that he was taller than me by an inch or two by the way I had to tilt my head back for him. He moved to kiss along my jaw, nipping it a few times, which made me glad that I had shaved that morning.

The hand on the wall disappeared and he yanked my head back right as he unzipped the dirty green jumpsuit all the way, freeing me of the heat. I hadn't even realized how hot it was getting until he did that, so I was grateful (and I also wondered if maybe he had known). I let go of his shirt to pull my arms out of the suit, and he grabbed my wrists and held them above my head, kissing me passionately once more.

This was officially one of the craziest things I've ever done. Sure, I've had spontaneous sex before, but that was at parties or a bar. But here, in a shed, in the park I work in with a man who was not only sexy, but also kind of an asshole…this was just insane. Nonetheless, I wasn't about to stop it from happening.

His hands trailed down my arms, over my chest, and stopping at my stomach where he grabbed a hold of my white undershirt and tugged up on it. His lips pulled away from mine and he pulled the shirt over my head. I leaned back against the wall, having moved to get rid of the shirt, and looked up at him. His eyes raked over my torso, making me feel self conscious, and he suddenly reached a hand out and traced my tattoo with his finger tips.

"That's…" he said quietly. "I'm not going to lie, you're really hot, Naruto." He dragged the back of his fingernails over my stomach and I shuddered.

Taking some initiative, I reached forward and plucked at his buttoned dress shirt, pulling it out from where it was tucked in his pants. I froze as his slender fingers began to unbutton the shirt and pale skin was exposed. He pulled off his shirt the rest of the way, turning and tossing it over the seat of a John Deer lawnmower, and I stared at how his muscles flexed.

That just wasn't fair. I got my six-pack from working hard in my job. This man seemed to have a flawless body, like a Greek god, and…shit, he had a "V" muscle. My eyes trailed to the belt and suddenly pale hands were there, unbuckling it. I looked up at him and licked my lips. So we were really going all the way.

He pushed me back against the wall and began forcing my jumpsuit down my hips until it pooled around my ankles.

"Holy shit," I moaned when he got down on his knees before me. He hooked his fingers inside the waistband of my boxers and tugged them down so they joined my crumpled suit. He eyed my semi-hard cock and wasted no time, taking it into his mouth and sucking. My head fell back and hit the wall. My eyelids fluttered as he began to bob his head back and forth, desperately holding back the moan that was bubbling in my throat.

There was always one part of me that never turned off during sex, and that was my competitive side. I didn't want this man to know that he was making me feel so good to the point that I could barely stand it. My gloved hands rested on his bare shoulders, and the thought to take them off crossed my mind, but a particular suck made my mind go blank and my knees bent at the sensation.

He reached up and pinned my hips to the wall of the shed, giving one last suck and lick to the head before pulling back and smirking at me. He popped two fingers into his mouth and sucked on them, making sure to put on a nice show of sensual licks and grunts due to my staring.

Pulling them out, he pointed them at me and grabbed his wrist, licking them and almost trying to rid his saliva and replace it with my own. He yanked his arm away and returned his mouth to my cock, moaning around it and sending sweet vibrations all the way down to my toes.

I barely noticed the finger that entered me, but grunted at the second, glaring down at the top of the man's head due to his impatience. He didn't seem to care that much, though, and began scissoring his fingers. When he added a third finger, he sucked even hard, his cheeks hollowing, and I felt lost in the sensation. Hell, he could probably shove a pine cone up my ass and I wouldn't notice if he kept that up.

"Ah, shit!" I whispered as I felt the stirrings of orgasm in the pit of my stomach. I wiggled against his thrusting fingers and he looked up at me. I guess he could tell I was close by the look on my face, and he removed his fingers and mouth despite my disapproving moan.

My eyebrows rose when he untied my left shoe and lifted my leg at the knee to pull it off. He guided my foot out from my boxer and jumpsuit leg before standing up before me. I looked at him with half-lidded eyes and swallowed.

"Do you have a condom?" I asked quietly.

"What do you think? And it's a little late to be asking that, idiot." He stated bluntly.

I glared at him, even if he was kind of right. "Are you…?" I trailed off. It was his turn to glare at me. "All right, all right," I put up my hands defensively. "I was just making sure. So am I." I added the last part quickly.

He grabbed my right wrist roughly, making me jump, and pulled off my glove. He did the same to the other hand, letting them drop to the wooden floor. He next placed his hand on the back of my thigh and pulled it up. He nodded at me and I wrapped my arms around his neck, jumping up slightly so he could catch my other thigh. He slammed me back against the wall and I let out a small cry of pain as my bare skin scraped against the wood.

"Sorry," he muttered. He wasn't really sorry, I could tell. But he was strong, I'd give him that. I knew that I wasn't light as a feather and he wasn't even shaking as he held up most of my weight. He pushed my legs open wider before angling himself.

I watched as his pale cock, bright pink at the head, pressed into my exposed, stretched hole. I forced myself to relax and bit my lip, turned on even more by the sight of him entering me slowly.

"Shit, you're tight," he muttered as he slid in.

I gulped for air, finding it hard to swallow. My rear was beginning to sting, but only a little. We both let out a sigh of relief when he was fully sheathed within me, his hips pressing against my ass cheeks.

He remained still, looking down at my face and waiting for me to give him the okay to move. Maybe he wasn't too much of a bastard.

"O-okay," I said after a couple of minutes of adjusting. "You can move now."

He let out a shuddering sigh of relief and pulled out an inch, then thrust back in. He kept doing this, pulling out a little more each time, his fingers pressing into my thighs with bruising force.

"O-oh God…" I whispered as the pain began to dull and I focused on the feel of him entering me over and over again. He was possibly the biggest guy to ever enter me, though that wasn't saying much since I'm usually the one who tops when it's with another guy.

"Say my name," he said, thrusting in roughly.

"I don't know your name," I whined, gripping onto him tighter as he began to speed up, his hips bucking wildly.

He seemed to lose his train of thought for a minute, shoving into me relentlessly. Finally, he said, "Sasuke…my name is Sasuke."

God, even his name sounded sexy.

I cried out when he struck my prostate, my vision going fuzzy for a brief moment. "Sasuke!" I called out, clawing at his back. He leaned back, jumping slightly to adjust me with him, and I fell forward. Our sweaty chests rubbed smoothly against each other.

"Wrap your legs around my waist," he instructed and I did as I was told. His hands moved to my rear and he squeezed and pulled at my cheeks.

I buried my face into his neck and moaned when he hit my prostate again. The new angle had him practically assaulting the gland and I found it harder and harder to hold back my moans and shouts.

"Ah! Ahh! Sasuke! Sasuke, harder!"

"Shit, Naruto…" He pushed my back against the wall and began pounding into me with unyielding thrusts.

I grit my teeth as my stomach tightened in expectant release. "S-Sasuke, I'm going to come…"

"Yeah, me too…" Sasuke whispered in my ear, his movements becoming more and more noticeably jerky. "Scream for me when you do."

His tone was commanding, and I loved it. A few more thrusts aimed directly at my prostate, and I came hard, gripping tightly onto Sasuke and shouting his name as my hips slammed back against him and I clamped down. He stiffened against me and I could almost feel him filling me, but I was too far gone to care.

"Naruto…" His hips rolled lazily as he rode out his own orgasm, kissing my ear, my temple, my hair.

We remained in that position for what seemed like eternity before he finally grabbed my thighs and pulled out with a hiss. He eased me to the floor, stopping me inches above the floor to move the top half of my jumpsuit, and then lowering me to sit on it. I had to admit that it was very considerate of him even though I could still feel the uneven floor boards under me.

"Holy shit," I breathed out and laughed.

Sasuke tucked himself back into his pants and zipped them up. He dug into his back pocket and pulled out a plain white handkerchief. Handing it to me, he pointed at my lower regions in an almost embarrassed way. "Use it to clean yourself up."

I grinned widely at him. "Thank you," I said as I unfolded it. I looked up at him and my face flushed at the intense stare he had aimed at me.

He leaned forward to kiss me, but his cell phone started ringing. Sighing in aggravation, he pulled it out of his pocket and glared at it. "Shit," he grumbled. "I'm late for something."

I raised my hands and chuckled weakly. "By all means, get out of here."

He leaned forward and kissed me quickly before standing up and doing the button on his pants. He stuck his phone in his mouth and pulled on his shirt, quickly buttoning it up and tucking it back into his pants. He looked at me as he did his belt and then removed the phone from his mouth. "This was fun," he said with a smirk.

I smiled back. "Yeah, it was."

"Goodbye, then…" he said awkwardly and walked out of the shed, closing the door behind him.

I sighed and collected my bearings before using the handkerchief he had given me to wipe myself clean. I stuck my leg back in my boxer and jumpsuit and stood up on slowly, pulling them up together. I found my undershirt draped over the extension cords, and pulled it back on. Once I was dressed all over again, I looked down at the watch on my wrist and cussed. I only had fifteen minutes to get rid of those leaves.

Deciding to forget about the leaf blower, I grabbed a couple of trash bags and rushed out of the shedding, leaving the door wide open so it could air out from the smell of sex and cigarette smoke.

"Where the hell did you go?" Shikamaru asked me as we walked through the trees of the park, staying off the main path due to the wedding going on.

"I had to take a dump," I lied, taking a sip of my Mountain Dew. Shikamaru looked at me in disgust and I laughed. I quieted down as we passed the area with the wedding, turning my head to look at the people sitting in straight rows of chairs and the couple standing up at the alter. My feet halted all on their own as I stared at the man standing across from the bride. Was that who I thought it was?

"Naruto, what's wrong?" Shikamaru asked me, stopping as well.

I looked at him with wide eyes and jutted my thumb towards the ceremony currently going on. "Do you know whose wedding this is?"

Shikamaru thought for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's the wedding of Uchiha Sasuke and Haruno Sakura. Why?"

Why, he asked. Because I just had sex with the groom in a tool shed an hour ago, that's why!

"Just curious…" I said and continued walking.

The End

Well that was fun. This was literally a dream I had, and I just woke up and wrote it within three hours. Oh yeah –flexes muscles- I don't know what muscles have to do with writing SasuNaru porn…

I actually have an idea for a continuation of this, but I don't know if I should.

And I know people want to bite my head off because Sasuke is marrying Sakura, but deal with it.

Thanks for reading, I love you guys so much!