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A Home for the Holidays.	By : tobiasrosetta Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Itachi/Naruto Views: 3996 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, or any of the characters used in this story. I make NO money off of this fanfiction.

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A/N: So today we broke 6,000 hits! Yaaaay! And I'm 2 away from 50 reviews. Yay! You guys are the best readers, ever. Seriously. I love each of you. I'm also thinking of starting to take ideas for the next fic I'll be working on, once I wrap this darling up. If any of you have an idea for a setting, and would like to see it played out by someone else, please let me know! Now to get to the reviews~
Midnight Essence: I just looked, and realized that you were the first person to review on this story! You're amazing! Thanks for sticking with me so long. Things between Itachi and Naru are as simple now as they will ever be. It only gets deeper and harder from here on out. <3 Dataxia: Itachi's ex- arc is eventually going to play a big role, so kudo's for catching it dear. I'm glad you approve so far. Carousel: Awwwwww Thank you darlin'! I really tried to make it just sweet enough. Flightless Bird: Thank you for giving me such awesome, detailed reviews. It really shows me that the details I'm putting into the story aren't going to waist. It's so important to me that I keep the characters as canon as possible, especially considering the situation often get's overplayed into OOC crackness in so many fics I've seen. I want to write a fic with these real characters, not make up my own. Thank you so much. Moodysavage: Thank you~ I thought it would be a nice, cute touch too. AngelTalion: Itachi definitely wouldn't share in this fic, but you've been such a faithful reviewer, if you wanted it, I would totally write a one shot just for you, of the three of them.

Slightly longer chapter this time. The next one is going to have some ItachixDeidara smut in it, and a bit of drama, as well as much hilarity! Also, in this chapter, I DON'T OWN: Spongebob or Darth Vader. Kthnx.
EXTRA extra Note: I edited this chapter for some small errors I saw here and there after I initially posted. So if you read this once and thought, "Is she on crack?" Then I apologize. It's been revised. I know I need to do so with other chapters as well.

Chapter Ten: Angels and Shepherds.

A week. A whole week passed. Itachi had never before felt so exhausted on a Friday evening as he did then. When had he gotten so complacent with the rut he'd been in? Before Naruto was dropped into his lap, his days followed a strict pattern.

Morning workout.
Shower.
Breakfast.
Work.
Dinner.
More work.
Sleep.
Repeat.

And with two signatures, his safety blanket, his pattern, had flown right out the window. Sometimes, he really felt like he had acquired an actual pet that couldn't take care of itself. He spent more time in the kitchen than he ever had before, that was for sure. He hadn't been forced to remind another person to shower, so many time in a week, since Sasuke was a little boy. And the cartoons.

Dear God, the cartoons.

If he had to suffer one more 'side splitting' episode of Spongebob, he was going to murder someone.

And yet, every night, as he curled up on the couch, and waited (Playing the game of keeping distance between them), waited until Naruto crawled out of the bedroom to come and sleep with him, he had never felt so satisfied. At least until that golden haired youths wriggling body reminded him just why he'd been trying to ween the boy off of sleeping next to him. It was maddening to his senses. Like a starving dog tied up and surrounded by raw meat. With raw, incredibly sexy, blue eyed, peach scented meat, hanging onto him for dear life.

Even though Naruto was slowly adjusting, becoming more comfortable with his surroundings, during the day those deep baby blue's refused to meet Itachis gaze, and still he shied from touch, stiffening if the man passed behind him... The progress was slow, aggravatingly so. But he had already called Deidara to set up a mid day meeting to take care of his pent up tension that Saturday, so all he had to do was survive one more night. At least that one more night could be spent in his own bed.

The spare hours of his week had been spent helping his pet clear out one of the spare bedrooms across the hall from his own, and painting it. The garishly bright shade of orange hurt his eyes to look at, but Naruto loved it, practically glowing when the room was fully painted. Itachi could remember, leaning on the doorjamb in paint splattered clothes, holding a still wet roller, and watching that young face light up, the boy laying sprawled out on the floor in the midst of the drop canvas that they had laid out to protect the hardwood floors. Even under all the paint smudges and shaggy hair, Itachi could see Naruto felt like he had a piece of something to call his.

Friday, the furniture had arrived. A bed, a tv, a bookshelf and desk, a horribly gaudy frog shaped bean bag chair, as well as other odds and ends to really make it a place just for Naruto. Itachi wondered, peaking into the boys room that evening after dinner as he headed into his own room, when he'd started thinking of this arrangement in such permanent terms. Giving Naruto his own room, going to such lengths to make him comfortable, for just a year... Clenching the handles of the doors to his closet, the businessman stared as his once again monochrome wardrobe, swallowing hard. If felt so empty and bland, now that they had moved all of the blonds clothes to the other room. His Adams Apple felt like it was made of concrete, weighing so heavily on his esophagus that he thought he might be sick. Was this distance what he really wanted? Of course.... Of course. He needed to put this distance in. Naruto was a pet, not a lover. The sex was a mistake that would not happen again. Grabbing the clothes he'd been going for, Itachi set out his outfit for the next day, and changed for bed.

An hour passed, that he laid in his bed, uncomfortably. His pillows smelled like that damn peach scented shampoo. The sheets felt empty, and no matter which way he turned, he couldn't shut his eyes. And yet, he refused. He refused to get up and close that distance he'd put in for Naruto's sake. He couldn't bridge that gap yet. If he did it... Then was he admitting something he wasn't prepared to admit? He couldn't say it. He could not let himself say that he needed Naruto. He didn't need anyone. Pein needed Naruto, and Itachi was his temporary keeper. Naruto would hate Itachi once the truth was known. A truth that Itachi didn't even know yet. What he did know was that Pein was planning something, and the Uchiha's ignorant cooperation was imperative.

Lost in thought, Itachi almost missed the tiny knock at his door. Holding his breath, and staring intently at the bright red display on his clock, the older man contemplated what to do. One more small knock. Another minute ticked by. No more knocks came. Three more minutes.... When the clock shifted, to read 2:00 AM on the dot, Itachi couldn't take it anymore. Slipping from the bed, his bare feet slapped lightly on the floor as he made his way to the door. Drawing in a quiet breath, the man pulled it open, and leaned his head out to look around. Naruto's door was closed. He must have gone back to bed. Lowering his head a little so that his hair fell around him in a thick curtain, hiding the disappointment that he couldn't wipe from his expression, Itachi sighed quietly.

Sniff......sniff. Stiffening, and looking to his left almost sharply, that raven hair parted a little, and through the veil of the baby fine strands, he saw that form, huddled beside his door. Wordlessly, his large frame moved and shifted until he knelt beside him, a hand tentatively reaching out to rest on those smooth strands, weaving pale fingers through gold. Watery eyes found their way to the others almost oddly tender face.

“...'Tachi...” Naruto rasped gently. Wiping furiously at the corners of his eyes with the backs of his hands, he tried in vain to hide the fact that he'd been upset. Itachi didn't ask why, even though so many questions floated around his head. Why was it only at night that he became this way? What had happened to him? Itachi knew his history, through what the internet had told him, but that was just what Namikaze Minato allowed the public to see. There was more, there was deeper things haunting this boy... His boy. His pet. Gathering Naruto into his arms, wordlessly, Itachi stood up effortlessly despite the added weight of a 20 year old man, and carried him in to bed...

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Waking in the morning, Naruto sighed, glancing around tiredly. Itachi was already up and gone for the day it seemed. Sitting up and rubbing his eyes a little, the young man pulled his sluggish body out of bed, and into the shower. He could practically hear Itachi's voice in his head. 'Do you know how much skin dies while you sleep? Also, people normally perspire quite a bit as well. It's better to take a shower in the morning than in the evening, if you can only take one.' Smirking wryly as he recited those words perfectly in his head. He almost didn't notice the bathroom door opening. But when it slammed closed, he jumped, and tried to calm his frayed nerves. “Jeeze, Itachi! Did you forget something?” He asked over the sound of the running water.

“Wrong brother, dobe.” Came a smarmy voice that chilled Naruto a bit, looking to the foggy glass door, he expected to see a dark shape blurred by the frosted icy looking sheet that separated him from the bathroom. But instead he was met directly with the younger Uchiha's face, looking at him with a bored expression, and a strange glint in his eyes. After spending the past week with Itachi, Naruto could place it as amusement.

“WHAT THE HELL BASTARD! ARE YOU SOME KIND OF GODDAMN PERV?! GET OUTTA HERE!” Naruto yelled, clutching a bright fluffy orange loofa in front of his most private area, the other instinctively throwing the bottle of shampoo at the young man.

Staring in horror as his voice finally stopped ringing in the broad acoustics of the roomy bathroom, Naruto gritted his teeth, and reminded himself that Sasuke had deserved this.

The room around them was done up in dark tones. The walls were done in a beautiful scarlet venetian plaster, the tiles and counter top were black marble with veins of silver, and all of the facets and decorations that were so obviously professionally done were silver or white. It hadn't been lost on Naruto that it seemed if Itachi had a color around him, it was red.

But here, in the center of this beautiful, pristine bathroom, stood his death. Or at least, that was the expression Sasuke wore told him. The youngest Uchiha son was emotionless in his expression, dangerously calm, despite the growing red mark on his forehead, right where his hair parted around his face, and in complete disregard of the shampoo that completely covered what had been an incredibly expensive designer shirt. Though, Naruto would never understand why anyone would pay so much money for a shirt covered in holed and safety pins. He could make that, with a shirt from a thrift store, for three bucks.

“U-uuum.... S-sorry?” Naruto offered with a hopeful tone, and smile. A low growl rumbled in the other males throat, and out of nowhere, he snatched Narutos arm and cut the water off to drag the wet, naked blonde out of the shower, shoving him up against the wall.

“Where's my brother, you loser?” Sasuke demanded, his irritation plain on his face. He had one hand firmly on Naruto's shoulder, pinning him to the wall, overly confident in his own strength. The position had Naruto spooked, though, and it was clear by the slightly too wide look of his eyes. Sasuke's eyes scanned a bit lower from those disconcerting blue orbs, to land on that collar. Lips drawing back a bit evolved the black haired youths frown of irritation into a sneer. That damned collar... It was unsightly. He told himself that, even though, part of him, a very quiet voice, envied it. “Tch....”

“I DON'T KNOW WHERE HE IS NOW GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME, PERVERT!” Naruto cried out, shoving Sasuke away from him so he could grab his towel and wrap it around himself hastily.

Jarred by the impact of his body colliding with the edge of the counter, Sasuke had stumbled backwards from the shove, surprised at how strong the other boy was, and how scared he seemed to be. He realized now, perhaps a bit to late, that maybe that had been a bit irrational. Sighing a bit and shaking his head, Sasuke stood back up onto his own two feet. “.... Who would perv on you, loser. You don't have anything worth looking at. Don't think I'd bother with the likes of you anyway. My brother and I don't have the same tastes.” He replied in a bit of a snappy tone. Naruto would never know it was a lie, that he'd delivered just so the other wouldn't think he was going to rape him. Itachi would kill him if Naruto told him about all of this.

Huffing irritably, Naruto glared at Sasuke. “THAT'S.... I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT WEIRD STUFF LIKE THAT!” He yelled. Grimacing at the obnoxious decibel in which he was being shouted out, Sasuke shook his head, and left the bathroom. He didn't get too far before the half naked blond was stomping past him at a rushed pace, out of Itachi's room and into one across the hall. So Itachi had given him a bedroom? That meant they weren't sleeping together, right? Smirking a little to himself, Sasuke stripped his shirt off, and started to rifle through his brothers wardrobe, looking for something acceptable.....

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Finally dressed, Naruto was able to relax a little. He felt more comfortable with Sasuke in the house now that he was wearing his jeans, black t-shirt, and orange hoody. After almost a week, just as Itachi had told him every time he'd complained, Naruto had gotten used to the collar that held his neck securely without being tight. In fact, he hardly noticed that it was there at all, most of the time. Sasuke's wandering gaze in the bathroom had made him conscious, though, and his fingertips drifted to feel it, stretching the leather at it to allow air underneath the band, so his skin would dry where water had gotten trapped. The last thing he was expecting, while sitting in the middle of his room on his ridiculous frog shaped bean bag chair, which had been named Chuck, was for a topless Sasuke to burst into his room, and start rifling through his closet.

“H-HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Naruto cried out, toppling off of Chuck in surprise, before scrambling up to his feet, set up in a defensive pose. His feet were wide set, and his arms crooked to raise his fists close to his chest. “YOU CAN'T JUST COME INTO PEOPLE'S ROOMS!” He added. “TEME!”

Sasuke grabbed a shirt out of the closet, staring at it in displeasure. “Ugh... Your closet is almost as bad as my brothers...” He muttered, before sending that black gaze back to the blond, tugging the dark blue shirt on over his head. On the front was a print of a comic book style exclamation of the sound effect 'POW!'. Sasuke tried to fix his hair a little, but the spikes were, inevitably, starting to stand up again. “Great.... Anyway. You ruined my last shirt, right? You owe me this one, and Itachi's shirts are all too big and corporate. Besides, you're not a people. You're like... a dumb dog that belongs to my brother. Some kind of annoying chihuahua that won't quit yapping.”

Growling a little, Naruto realized the truth in his words, and it made his fists shake that much more. He hated the idea of admitting he was nothing more than a collared dog to sit pretty and wait for his master to come home, and try to protect his home. He wasn't even doing a good job of that.

“Whatever.... Just get out of here. Itachi isn't here and he didn't tell me where he went.” Naruto barked out as he relaxed and turned his back on Sasuke, heading back over to Chuck so he could plop down.

“Well, shit... I came over to find out if he even bothered to read the invitation for Saturday... I didn't get a chance to tell him in person that the art gallery opening was going to be a costume party, since it's on Halloween...” Sasuke grumbled, arms crossed over his chest. He looked like he was in great despair over this, but Naruto just rolled his eyes, and flipped his TV on.

“Like I would know...He hasn't said anything about it.” Naruto replied with a sigh. He knew that he and Itachi never really spoke about anything important, so he wasn't really surprised that he wouldn't share something like this with him. “It would be pretty funny to see him dressed up in a costume, though....” For a moment, the two boys were thinking along the same wave length, imagining Itachi dressed as a fairy princess, Darth Vader, a teddy bear, a sumo wrestler... You could almost see the pictures filtering through their minds in thought bubbles. Snickering together, both boys sobered a little, and exchanged a side long glance.

“It's not like he'd agree to wearing a costume, let alone go shopping for one on his own...” Sasuke started, his voice apprehensive.

“But... If someone found him a costume that was so perfect for him he couldn't say no....” Naruto added onto the open-ended statement.

“Well then it would just be rude for him to refuse at that point.” Sasuke finished, an almost identical grin on each youths face.
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A Home for the Holidays.