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Mixed Communication	By : kaiyousama Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1584 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any Naruto Character or anything else about the Naruto series, and make no money off of this ... it's all about the love!

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Summary: Sometimes it's not a lack of understanding that's the problem - it's when the other person understands far too much.
Disclaimer: I do not own any Naruto character. But I'm totally admitting the defeat in my effort to keep Itachi in Hong Kong, I just have too much love for the bastard ^_^
Warnings: YAOI, boyxboy, language per usual, smut, kinkyness, pervy old men, etc.
A/N: Plot found here! Oh, and to be nice, a bit of slutty!Deidara - I mean, wouldn't you be too if you had your Itachi back?
Oh yeah, and reviews make mouths happy ^_^
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Naruto leaned back, smirking. Seduction complete. He didn't even care that he had to wash up again – that had been so worth it. He hummed as he made his way back to the bathroom, scrubbing himself clean before going out to see what other types of mischief he could get into.
First he raided Sasuke's closets. The bastard did have pretty good taste in clothes, after all. He really needed to branch out in his color choices though – maybe some greens, or reds? Naruto was pretty sure the raven couldn't pull off orange – more's the pity – but he'd probably look pretty good in some red.
Next, he went back into the living room to take a better look around. He'd already seen most of it, but had probably missed one or two interesting things. He went over to the bookshelf on the far wall and chuckled, pulling out his grandfather's book and flipping through it. The blond wondered if he could learn Kanji using these books – he knew a couple by heart, since Jiraiya had forced him to proofread them as punishment for "running away" – i.e., going to college on the west coast.
Speaking of, he wondered how the old coot was doing. He checked his watch – he was pretty sure it wasn't too late over there – and went back into the bedroom to grab his phone, dialing his grandfather's phone number.
No one picked up.
He frowned, dialing the number again, but all he got was the answering machine. Not that there was any reason to panic. His grandfather could take care of himself – kind of. Maybe he was just over at a friend's house. Or had gone to the movies. Or was peeking inside the ladies changing rooms at the mall. There was no telling, really.
Naruto grumbled a bit, wondering why the old coot had to make him worry on his trip, and then pulled up the phone number of one of his friends who normally kept an eye on things for him, one of the friends who'd been transplanted from their hometown after Sakura designs really took off.
"Kiba?" he asked, after someone answered the phone.
"Sorry – Naruto is that you? It's Ino."
"Blondie? What are you doing answering the phone at Dogbreath's place? Don't tell me you guys are dating now?"
He smirked as he heard the sigh of exasperation on the other end. "Idiot. As if. No, I'm just dogsitting for a few days."
"A few days? Where's Kiba?"
"He didn't tell you?"
"Tell me what?"
"Oh. Maybe he wanted it to be a surprise."
Naruto frowned. "What?"
"Well – damn. If he wanted it to be a surprise, I probably shouldn't tell you. He got to fly over to Tokyo for the weekend."
"Really?"
"Yeah. You remember that Shino guy from college?"
The blond racked his brains, trying to remember. "Um, the really weird one, who was always really cold or something?"
"Yeah, that's him. Well, you remember how he used to be a keyboardist in a band with that Shin guy that Sai started dating our senior year?"
"Um. Sure? I think. I kinda remember the guy." He'd been OK friends with Sai in college, though he and Sakura tended to butt heads pretty often. It was an artist thing, he supposed. He and Sai had flirted around every so often, but it was never anything serious. When the raven had met Shin, most of the flirting had stopped.
"Well, evidently they got pulled into some sort of rock band over there in Japan. Shin's the drummer and Shino does keyboards. They're doing some sort of big concert thing this Saturday, and Shino invited Kiba to come over and see it. You remember they became really good friends that summer after we graduated."
"Yeah, I remember." He hadn't ever really understood, but for some reason the two got along pretty well. He supposed it was because they both liked outdoor stuff. "So Kiba just up and came over to Tokyo without letting me know?"
"Um – I guess so?"
"Figures." Kiba could be pretty impulsive sometimes. Then Naruto remembered the reason he'd called in the first place. "So if Kiba's out of town, who's keeping an eye on my grandfather?"
"Hmm. I don't have a clue. I saw him yesterday, though, and he looked… fine."
"Fine?"
"Well, energetic."
"Energetic? He's like 74, what does he have to be energetic about?"
"Well, he was running – um."
"Again?"
"Yeah. I'm sure they won't press charges, though. And besides, the cops have your number if anything happens, right?"
Naruto signed, not in the least bit reassured. "Yeah, I suppose."
"See? It will be fine! If I get the chance, I'll check on him tomorrow, though I have to work the late shift."
"Thanks. I'd appreciate it."
"No problem. See ya when you get back."
"Later."
He hung up the phone, rolling his eyes at Jiraiya's antics, and then traveled down to the music section, letting his eyes travel up and down the possible selections. The other day he'd been in the mood for something quiet. Now, he felt more in the mood for something a wee bit harder.
Hmm. Sasuke had Bon Jovi? Naruto glanced at the stereo system and grinned, deciding that its sound quality needed a bit of a test. And that the situation also called for a good helping of air guitar.
This was the root cause of the reason why the cleaning lady dropped her supplies in shock a few minutes later at the sight of an underwear-clad Naruto rocking out to "It's My Life" in Sasuke's living room, singing at the top of his lungs as he danced, with air guitar skills proudly on display for all to see.
. . .
Meanwhile, in another land, possibly or probably very far away...
The airline clerk watched, bored, as the passengers lined up for the evening flights. She scanned the lines for anything out of the ordinary – no potential tourists that she could see, mainly just tired families and tourists. Then she saw him.
The old man had crazy white hair, dark black wraparound sunglasses, and was wearing a brightly colored Hawaiian shirt. He carried a couple of big unwieldy bags and was gazing around lecherously at all the women in the terminal under 40. Sometimes 50. The clerk looked at the woman working next to her who shared her dismay, and they both turned towards their respective customers.
The customers in line that day had never had so quick a journey through the ticketing line. The two clerks working the desk processed their customers at record speed, each looking up every so often and counting parties so that she wouldn't be the one stuck with the potential horror story at the end of the line.
The man, noticing the multiple gazes of the young women, enjoyed the attention. It was nice to know that, even at his age, women were competing over him.
The first clerk thought she had the situation in the bag when she snagged the family of four right before the old man. She turned to smirk at her companion, and then noticed that the other woman was on the phone. And her customer didn't look too happy. Eyes widening in dismay, she turned back to the family in front of her, hoping for something complicated. She sighed as she realized that their paperwork was very straightforward, reluctantly dragging things out as long as possible and glaring at the clerk beside her who was still talking on the phone to customer service.
Finally, she had to send them on their way and wave the old man forward. She put on her most business-like demeanor and held out her hand for his paperwork. He kissed it, totally oblivious to the glare that she sent him.
"Paperwork?" she asked. He handed it over and she skimmed the ticket and ID.
"Name?"
"Jiraiya Goketsu."
"Nationality?"
"Duel citizen, America and Japan."
"Reason for travel?" she said, wanting to avoid the full version of the question.
"Hmm?"
Alas, it was not to be. She put on the most straight face she could find and asked, "Business or pleasure?"
He slid his sunglasses down his nose and looked at her, waggling his eyebrows and grinning widely. "Why, pleasure, of course."
Things just continued to go downhill from there.
. . .
Deidara watched as Sakura frowned down at her phone, trying a number again.
"Problems?" he asked.
She gave a hesitant little laugh. "Well, I got cut off on a call yesterday, and I'm just hoping the other person didn't misunderstand anything."
"Anything important?"
"Um. Probably not."
The blond pondered at the slightly guilty look on the pinkette's face, then shrugged internally. He was far too excited with his own matters to worry too much about whatever it was that she didn't want to talk about. He gazed out the car window as they drove to the airport, trying not to fidget as he went over everything in his head – again.
He and Sakura had worked through lunch that day, but finally everything was in order. Hopefully. They were finally in the limo on the way to pick up Itachi, a fact that made him excited on top of his nervousness. Part of him was wishing Sakura hadn't come along, though he knew that was terribly unfair. He just wanted to be with Itachi.
Itachi had always protected him, ever since they met. Not that he was always comfortable with that fact – for one thing, he had his pride as a man; for another, there was always the unspoken risk that that protection didn't extend to things Itachi did himself. That risk had never truly been made manifest, however – at least, never in a way that was truly dangerous.
He was taking a risk with this show. Granted, he took a risk with every show, but he always felt it beforehand, and the only thing that helped was Itachi. Of course, there was no one he was more worried about showing his work to than Itachi too – but the raven was always supportive. Even if they didn't always totally agree.
So he was jealous that he had to share his raven with someone else in the hours before the show, even with some of his favorite people. He would get over it.
He blinked, startled out of his thoughts by a sharp poke to his shoulder. Sakura grinned at him. "You're doing what I do before a show. Quit it. It'll be great."
He blinked, and then slowly smiled back at her. "You're right, yeah," he said. He forgot sometimes that even though Sakura was amazingly successful, she took risks with her art as well. Maybe not the same ones – but she knew how it felt.
They pulled up to the curb at the international terminal and the driver let them out. The excitement at seeing Itachi made everything else a blur as they went inside, checking the arrival board to make sure they were in the right place. Deidara frowned as he noticed that Itachi's flight had already arrived. Traffic had been atrocious. The blond looked around, trailing a slightly bewildered foreigner as he searched for his boyfriend. Then he suddenly turned around, feeling like he was being watched, and locked eyes with his lover who stood only a few feet away.
"Itachi," he said softly, smiling. They didn't hug or hold hands – it was far to public – but they didn't need to. Just the sight of the raven set his mind at ease. So much so, in fact, that it took him a minute to respond to the insistent tugging at his elbow. He blinked down at Sakura, then looked back at Itachi, apologizing.
"Sorry, sorry yeah. Itachi, this is Sakura. Sakura, Itachi," the blond said, making sure to stick to English.
The raven smirked at his beloved, and then nodded politely to the pinkette. "A pleasure to meet you," he said, bowing slightly.
"Likewise," she said, bowing back. The two eyed each other up for a moment, and then turned to the blond expectantly.
"Hmm? Oh. The car's outside."
Itachi nodded. "Hoshigaki will bring the luggage when it's finished. I'd rather not wait," he said, looking down at his watch. "I believe we have dinner plans?"
"Yeah." Deidara turned and led the way out of the airport, fully conscious of the raven walking a few steps behind. He waved the car forward when they reached the curb.
"How are you enjoying your stay in Japan?" Itachi said, waiting as the driver came around to open the door for them.
"It's been a very pleasant experience, thank you." Sakura answered, smiling as Itachi waved her in before them. The three of them got settled in the back of the limo, Deidara sitting by Itachi across from Sakura. He was uncharacteristically quiet as the two continued talking, content to simply listen. As they started back into the city he leaned closer to the raven, resting his head against the other man's shoulder. Itachi put his arm around the blond, stroking his hair as he spoke with Sakura. It was just what he needed.
He smiled as he listened to them. Itachi was asking Sakura about fashion, and had several interesting questions. Dei was surprised; he didn't realize how much the raven actually listened to him when he babbled on about the pinkette's clothes. He also made some good suggestions about things that might help the brand become established in Japan. The blond was sure at least part of those came from the business, but he didn't mind. It drove home how much Itachi was willing to do to keep him happy. He knew there was more to it than that; the brand really was a good investment. However, he also knew that if he hadn't've been interested, Itachi would never have picked it up.
The hand stroking his hair slipped further down as the raven pulled the blond onto his lap, leaning down to murmur a greeting into his ear. Deidara glanced over and saw that Sakura was on the phone, looking out the window. The blond snuggled closer to Itachi, clutching his shirt. Suddenly he was very thankful that he had a friend as good as Sakura, even if he did have to share Itachi's attention with her. He always felt like such a ball of nerves before a show, and not having Itachi around the few days prior made things even worse, even if he had been able to spend that time with two of his favorite people. Sakura glanced back at them as she finished her call, giving him a quick smile before responding to Itachi's next question in their conversation. He leaned closer to the raven, inhaling his scent, before letting the gentle rocking motion of his lover's arms carry him into a light sleep.
. . .
Naruto hung up the phone with Sakura, looking glumly around his hotel room. How was he supposed to know that Sasuke's housekeeper would be coming by that afternoon? Even worse was the fact that it was that Neji guy who talked to him on the phone and explained what was going on after the housekeeper chased him into the raven's bedroom, wielding her broom like a sword and threatening to call the cops and report him for breaking and entering. He had no idea how he'd ever be able to look the other guy in the face. It was one thing for Sasuke to get a glimpse of his weird side, but he didn't really want the raven's assistant to think he was crazy.
The housekeeper had apologized after everything was said and done, but he could tell the look that was in her eyes whenever she watched him. The one that said "crazy American, you should be ashamed for showing such a display to a woman of my age!" even though Neji had mentioned that the woman was a bit off herself. It seemed as though she was an old family retainer who had a soft spot for Sasuke. He wondered if the woman had guessed exactly why he felt just fine being in the raven's apartment in barely a scrap of clothing.
He grumbled, berating himself while trying to figure out what he was going to wear that evening. Sakura had said she would be up soon. He settled on a white suit, white jacket, orange tie. The tie actually had a pattern of tiny flames picked out in a subtle checkered pattern, with gradients of color from deep orange to light yellow. There was a yellow spiral sun pattern picked out near the bottom of the tie that could only be seen when someone was close. The tie was one of his favorites. He suddenly had this image of Sasuke's fingers pausing for a moment at his neck before they slowly pulled off the tie. He had this random thought wondering if he should go with a tie that wasn't one of his favorites, but ignored it. He wanted to look his best, and this outfit was pretty popular with most of the people who knew him.
He put on the shirt and buttoned it up, looking critically at his neck. Hopefully Sakura could do something about it like she had the other day. They should have time. He shrugged out of the shirt and looked at the rest of the damage, realizing that she'd probably get to see everything that wasn't covered by his undershirt.
He slipped on the pants and the undershirt, walking over to Sakura's room and pulling out the dress she had requested. It was a red dress with traditional Chinese collar and short sleeves that hit her a bit above the ankle. There was a slit on one side, and instead of the traditional Chinese print, the fabric was embroidered with stylized cherry tree branches picked out in black, with pink and white blossoms. The pink matched her hair. He wasn't quite sure how she could pull off red, but somehow it worked. Maybe it was her eyes. He laid it on her bed, but decided she could pick out her own underwear.
Some things even a best friend shouldn't have to do.
. . .
Itachi sighed deeply as the woman left the limo to go up to her hotel room and get ready for dinner. He liked her, she was competent and straightforward, and definitely knew what she was doing in the fashion department. She'd promised it wouldn't take long before she and Naruto were back down and ready for dinner – a promise he was slightly amazed at, considering most women he knew took an hour putting on makeup just to go shopping. Not that he minded the wait.
He leaned his head over and nuzzled the soft blond locks of his lover, squeezing him awake. Smiling at the soft murmurs and little stretching movements of a waking Deidara, he raised his hand and lifted the blond's chin so that he could kiss him properly hello. The other man was totally pliant to his kiss, allowing him plunder his mouth and responding eagerly, twining his arms around the raven's neck. Itachi knew that this mood of Deidara's wouldn't last long, it rarely did. He knew that soon his lover would be back to his flamboyant, wisecracking self. Still, it was nice to know that his absence had made such a deep impression on the blond, even though he'd had guests around this week to distract him. Itachi was happy to take advantage of the situation while it was here, just as much as he loved it when he had to work through layers of stubbornness to achieve the blond's total surrender. This was the honest side of his lover – something they both knew, even when Dei teased him or played hard to get. Because that's all it was – playing. Underneath all those layers, every time, was this insatiable, needy little blond who was more than willing to do anything he wanted. And all Itachi wanted was everything.
Itachi let his hands drift down over his lover's body, making Deidara squirm on his lap, trying to get closer to him. He raised one to cup the back of the blond's head, turning it and running kisses over to his ear. He was regretful that they didn't have the time to do things properly, but there would be time for that later. He let his hands run down Deidara's sides, pulling his hips closer and grinding their erections together before molesting the blond's ass. He knew all the right buttons to push, all the right words to murmur in his lover's ear, all the right things to do to turn Deidara into a quivering, panting, breathless moaning body in his arms. Those moans soon turned to pleading words as the blond pulled back a bit and looked up at him with lust-clouded eyes. Itachi loved that look.
"Please," Deidara said. The raven wanted to memorize that voice, that look. He knew what the blond wanted. He wished he could accommodate, and knew that it was slightly cruel to push the other man this far, but didn't really care. He'd take care of him properly later.
"Please what, pet?"
"Please, please fuck me 'tachi," the blond replied, still gazing up at him with those big grey eyes while wiggling his ass back against the raven's hands, squirming as fingers teased him, avoiding the very place he wanted to be touched most deeply.
The raven chuckled slightly, pleased at the flash of anger in the depths of those eyes. "Now Dei, you know if I did that properly, you wouldn't be able to do your show tonight."
The blond pouted, glancing away for a moment to try and come to terms with the situation. The rational part of his mind was finally waking up. He looked back at the raven through lowered lashes, pure seduction as he rolled his hips to make sure he had Itachi's attention. "Well then," he said, leaning forward to kiss the raven's lips softly, "let me, please?"
Itachi smiled against the kiss, letting his hands trace up and down the blond's back. "Let you, hmm? I might could do that – but Sakura and Naruto could be back down at any time, do you think you can do things properly before they're here?"
Deidara made a slight noise of displeasure at him questioning his skill. Itachi just smirked, kissing his lover again before gently pushing him down so that he knelt on the floor of the limo between Itachi's legs. Itachi narrowed his eyes as he took in another view that he would never get tired of – the satisfied smile on Deidara's face as he unzipped the raven's pants and took out his hardened cock. He licked his lips teasingly before Itachi urged him closer, letting his hands run through those blond locks as Deidara opened his mouth and sucked in his cock like a starving man.
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And there you have it! At least, until next time... same bat-time, same bat-channel! Oh, and if anyone notices any plot holes, lemme know - getting back into this thing I sometimes feel just a little bit paranoid.
kanazerosukenaru - I bet he will, especially seeing as how he's in an excellent mood at the moment :P and I'm working on bringing reality back into the boy's world, even if they (and we) are so easily distracted by all the yummy smex.
airhead622 - aww!!! I'm happy to be updating. I really like this story, especially since the dust bunnies it bred are turning into plot bunnies. I do see the end to this story, but I also see a probably sequal, maybe a sidefic :) Happy day!
Gingitsune - I like that idea vv much, though not for a bit. Sasuke, being Sasuke, might exhibit a few of those signs in the - well, slightly near future... you'll just have to wait and see!
Prism0467 - awww, but but but... who wouldn't want to distract Sasuke at work with Naruto's sinfully sexy body? ^_^ Though I suppose at some point we should force the younger raven to get his ass back to work and stop working Naruto's...
SoSickOfNyQUil - hehe :) that whole bit was fun to write. A mildly innocent, mischevious Naruto = whee! & giggles
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