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Mixed Communication	By : kaiyousama Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1586 -:- 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!

Chapter List
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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.
Warnings: YAOI, boyxboy, smuty smut smut, language per usual, kinkyness, etc.
A/N: For those who are interested, I've started posting the sidefic to this that explores earlier days in Itachi and Dei's relationship, as well as some things about Sasuke and Shikamaru and some loose ends I may be mean about and not tie up in this fic. It's called "When All Is Said And Done"... and if anyone spots any continuity issues, I'd be vv grateful. Thanks!
Oh yeah, and reviews make mouths happy ^_^
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Itachi watched as the morning light illuminated the pale skin of his lover, still lying exhausted by his side. He'd woken the blond up in the middle of the night and made love to him again, gently and insistently, kissing away the tears that ran from his beautiful eyes. Then he held him close as he sobbed afterwards, stroking his back as the sobs quieted and Deidara fell back into sleep.
He was starting to get hungry but didn't want to leave Dei before he awoke. The blond was always terribly vulnerable the morning after one of those type of nights. When he woke he counted on Itachi to soothe and reassure him before he was ready to be alone again. He leaned forward and kissed the blond's shoulder, leaning back and watching as the grey eyes slowly opened. There was a look of mild irritation in them. Itachi smiled the faintest of smiles, and didn't move as a slim hand came up to trace his jawline. He waited as thoughts ran behind those beautiful eyes before Deidara made up his mind and leaned over to kiss him. He let the blond push him onto his back and watched as he propped himself up on his arms, gazing down into his lover's face. The long blond hair fell around them like a curtain. The raven noted absently that it was a bit tangled – he would get to brush it later on that morning.
Itachi watched as a vague look of accusation came into Dei's eyes, allowing his fingertips to trace in small circles in the small of his lover's back. Finally the blond sighed and flopped down gracelessly on the bed beside his raven, snuggling back into the pillow.
"Chococolate chip pancakes," he ordered.
Itachi smirked at the petulant tone in his lover's voice, and rolled to the edge of the bed. "As you wish."
He was inordinately pleased at having the whole day free. As he walked down the stairs he hummed contentedly, running over in his mind all the other wonderful things he had planned today for the beautiful man upstairs dozing in their bed.
. . .
Naruto woke up, blinking. He felt an arm draped loosely over his lower back and grinned, turning towards the still sleeping raven. Then he happened to glance back at the clock and cursed, trying to remember where his phone had ended up after all the acrobatics the night before. The arm tightened as he started to wiggle free, and he smirked at the noise of disapproval the raven made as he finally slipped out of the bed and padded into the living room.
Once there he found the pile of his clothes, searching in the pockets for his phone. He happened to look over near the window and saw the small tube of ointment, making him blush. Chuckling, he padded back into the bedroom, replaying the events of the night before in his mind before snuggling down next to the raven.
The arm came back, pulling him close. He giggled as the raven's breath whooshed against his neck and leaned back against the warm chest. Sasuke looked at the phone curiously, sneaking his other arm under the blond's side and exploring the tan skin with his hands.
"Yay," Naruto said, finally getting the phone to agree to show him the latest messages.
"What is it?"
"Sakura decided to sleep in this morning. She wants us to meet at the hotel at 11:30 for lunch.
The raven made a small noise of pleasure then nuzzled the blond's neck, urging him to put the phone away. Naruto happily complied, turning over to kiss his lover, pulling back with a smile. He arched as the raven's fingers walked up and down his spine, grinning seductively. The grin slid off his face when he noticed the pensive look in Sasuke's eyes.
"What?"
Sasuke sighed. "When do you have to go home?"
Naruto frowned. They hadn't talked about it, had danced around the issue every time it came close. Trust the raven to ruin all that. He looked serious and thought. "Tomorrow afternoon."
He didn't want to face the look in those dark eyes then, so he nuzzled the raven's neck. He thought about asking him what the raven wanted long-term, but was suddenly scared of the answer. So he didn't say anything, and neither did Sasuke. He just pulled the blond up for another crushing kiss, and they made love almost desperately, hungrily, like they wanted to crawl into the other's skin and stay there forever.
. . .
Shikamaru twitched his lips when he saw Sasuke and Naruto enter the hotel restaurant. Sakura twisted around; wanting to see what was so amusing to the brunet. She chuckled. Sasuke looked more relaxed that Shika had seen him in a long time. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt and jeans. The blond, on the other hand, didn't look relaxed at all. More like, annoyed. And slightly embarrassed.
He was wearing a white t-shirt that was a couple sizes too big for him and the pants from the night before. The neck of the shirt was loose, and showed off tan skin with an impressive array of markings. Moreover, Shikamaru knew that shirt, and he knew that the back was nothing but a big Uchiha symbol. Lord, when Sasuke decided to go for something, he was anything but subtle.
The pinkette scooted around in the booth to make room as Naruto crawled in beside her, followed by a very satisfied looking Uchiha. Shikamaru saw the Uchiha subtly grope the blond's ass as he slid to his seat, earning a very dark look.
"Bastard," Naruto muttered.
Sasuke clasped his hands in front of him and rested his elbows on the table, leaning his face against his hands. "Hmm?"
The blond blushed, glancing over at the Sakura.
Sakura made a show of examining Naruto's back. "Nice shirt," she said, smirking.
Naruto sputtered. "It's his fault!" he said, pointing at the raven.
"Dobe. You're the one who didn't bring any extra clothes."
"That's because we would have had time to come get some, if you hadn't insisted on – "
"Yes?"
Shikamaru hadn't known it was possible for the blond to turn that shade of red.
"Yes, do tell us, Naruto," Sakura purred. Shikamaru almost felt sorry for the poor guy, but was too busy holding in a chuckle to say anything.
"Bite me."
"Looks like someone already has," the pinkette said, delicately pulling at the neck of the shirt with a crooked finger. She lifted an eyebrow at the glower Sasuke gave her, and then pulled back, chuckling slightly. Naruto just crossed his arms and lifted his shoulders, looking like he would be more than happy to slide under the table.
Sakura relented, passing menus to the two men who had joined them at the table. "We've already ordered, but they should be back soon. We ordered orange juice for Naruto and green tea for you, if that's alright?"
Sasuke nodded, flipping the menu open and scanning it. Naruto perked as he gazed down at the menu, and suddenly a brilliant smile broke out on his face. Shika could see why Sasuke was so attracted to him. Sasuke didn't miss the smile either.
"Find what you wanted?" Sasuke asked.
"Omuraisu!"
The raven chuckled. "What are you, a kid?"
"Teme," the blond growled. "What are you having?"
Sasuke looked down at his menu, face calm. "Omuraisu."
Shikamaru exchanged a look with Sakura, both of them trying not to laugh at the sputtering blond. Then he glanced at Sasuke, catching the look of happiness in the raven's eyes as he glanced over at the blond, still trying to keep a straight face. Oh, if only Itachi could see his baby brother like this.
Their waitress chose that moment to come up and take their order. Naruto flipped in an instant from being indignant to being charming, a fact not lost on Sasuke. Neither was the fact that the waitress was utterly charmed. The raven scowled after she left, then glanced over at Naruto, who had this smirk on his face that made him look like a kitsune. Shikamaru could just see the challenge building between the two, and decided to do something about it before the lunch lost all possibility of being productive. He did have things to get back to, after all.
That thought made him turn to Sakura and say, "So, about the research you did last night?"
Suddenly the attention of everyone at the table was on the pinkette. She carefully cleared a space on the table in front of her, wiping it off with a napkin before laying her sketchbook down.
"Yes, I really like the models you suggested," Sakura replied. "I'll have to refine it further, of course, but these were some of my initial concepts."
She showed them the sketches she'd done of Hinata first, the first in a mix of lilac and dark silvery purple. The color would contrast nicely with the almost bluish black that was Hinata's natural hair color. The bodice was tight and dark, and the sleeves likewise, off the shoulder and down to right above the wrist. The waistline mirrored the heart shape of the top of the bodice, starting at the sides at the bottom of the ribcage and then arching down to meet just below the belly button. The severity of the bodice was offset by a design of what he guessed would be lilac ribbon. The skirt was loose and flowing down to the model's ankles, with an irregular design picked out in the dark purple. A gauzy border of the same light color softened the top of the bodice and covered the shoulders demurely, and poofed out from the bottom of the sleeves to cover the wrists.
It looked like the dress of a fairy tale princess with hints of naughtiness woven in. It didn't do anything for him, but princess cafes and the like were popular, so it might work. The second outfit was more innocent, a concoction of pale pink melding into lilac with blue ribbon threading around it. It actually seemed like it would be practical, something a girl could wear to watch fireworks on a warm summer evening. He could imagine how the skirt would flounce in the breeze.
The third dress was twilight purple, sleeveless, a tight sheath that extended all the way down. The collar was high, buttoning at the neck but then splitting out beneath, exposing a leaf-shaped patch of flesh before curving into a point. All the edges were wrapped in a light blue color. The plainness of the cut was offset by the gradual buildup of design, picked out in that same starlight blue, coming off of the tip of the cutout and mirroring the curve above before branching out, spiraling down and fractaling across the skirt. There was a light blue belt that marked off the waist, thick like an obi. That would be interesting when it was completed.
Then she showed the sketches she'd done for Kin. The colors were darker, more pronounced – no more pastels. Some fluorescents, some red. Actual black this time. There were elements of fairytale here as well – but more what one would expect from the demons, though one of the evening gowns might pull off a surprising elegance if it was made the way it was drawn. He particularly liked the one that mirrored Hinata's third dress, only in black and a bright scarlet – and instead of just being embroidered, the main line dipping down from the bodice appeared to be a zipper, spiraling around the body under the curve of the breast, dipping in a diagonal across the ass, then coming around to end halfway up a thigh-high slit in the side. Red stained the black on the other corner of the skirt, gradiating up as it faded into darkness. From the zipper, stitching picked out thorny vines and leaves, and the occasional small red fruit.
"Sugar and spice, and everything nice," Sakura said when he finally looked up.
"Just what little girls are made of," Naruto finished, grinning.
Shikamaru chuckled to himself. Not just little girls. And that zipper could be very interesting.
He looked up at the pinkette expectantly, and said, "They should work well together I agree, but you wanted something more?"
She smiled and picked up the sketchbook, flipping the pages. Their waitress brought food out, but Sasuke waved for her to set it on the edge of the table. Shika was glad they'd chosen a relatively big booth.
When Sakura set it down, the model was different. Wavy dark hair in wisps around her face instead of the long straight hair that both Kin and Hinata had. The clothes were different too, more subdued and colorful, with less severe lines. Instead of red on black, the long dress was red with golden trim. There was a red and white sundress decorated with a subtle black pattern. One had a high waist that flared out a bit, like what you would see on a…
"Mother," Shikamaru murmured, shifting to get a better look. Of course. He smiled. Why not go after the whole demographic at once, and show the older customers that they could be just as attractive as their younger counterparts, in clothes that didn't make them feel uncomfortable or like they were trying to be something they weren't. Clothes that they could really live in too, just as the younger ones would want something they could wear when they went out. It was brilliant. But, that was why they were getting in bed with this company – in some cases, he thought, glancing over at Sasuke and Naruto, quite literally. The blond was leaning towards the sketchbook with an intense look on his face. Sasuke was leaning over as well, but he took a moment to tuck in Naruto's tag, fingers tracing in an intimate touch that Shika looked away from.
He looked up at her. "I'm assuming you have someone in mind?"
She nodded, looking pleased. "There was this duo that was popular a few years back; I think it was called the Purple Flowers or something? Anyhow, they retired, but I know one of the women still does some modeling sometimes. I thought that maybe the people that knew her when she was younger and identified with her then would be drawn to Sakura if she modeled for us. Her name is Sarutobi Kurenai."
Shika flicked his gaze to Sasuke's at the name. He noted the slightly widened eyes followed by a smirk. They had both met her; the other member of the duet, Mitarashi Anko, was a family friend of the Uchihas. What most people didn't know was that the two were still best friends – in fact, Anko lived with Kurenai and her husband Asuma. He'd heard stories that Asuma's daughter ranked her favorite people as Kurenai, then Anko, and only then her father Asuma. It caused a few raised eyebrows, but the Mitarashi family helped ensure that no untoward rumors ever lasted.
He could see how Kurenai and Hinata would work well together. They were both alumni from the same girls' academy and university. He also figured that the woman would have the strength to hold her own against the more volatile Kin. It could work.
"Let me make some phone calls this afternoon, and I'll see what I can line up. She may be easier than the other two."
"That would be great," Sakura said, picking up her sketchbook and frowning at Naruto when he tried to stop her. "I'm starving, aren't you?"
The blond blinked and turned towards the end of the table as if seeing the food for the first time. He grinned, waiting patiently as Sasuke put his food in front of him then decorating the egg with his a spiral of ketchup. "Itadakimasu!" he said, the others following his example as they dug into their food.
. . .
Deidara giggled.
Itachi slapped his stomach lightly. "Quit that. Be still."
"I can't help it, it tickles."
The raven growled. "Do you want me to tie you down?"
Deidara giggled again. "Like that would help with the ticklishness?"
Itachi glared up at him, but the blond just smirked at the threat. The black-haired man narrowed his eyes, then gave a smirk of his own and leaned forward, blowing.
"Ah! Itachi!" the blond said, arching up a bit and tightening his hold on the headboard. "That's fucking cold!"
Itachi chuckled. "Then be still and let me finish so it will dry properly."
He smiled, gazing down at his lover's chest, and dipped the brush again into the black paint. He wasn't a great artist, but even he had learned to do calligraphy in his youth. This, however, was much more fun than any of those lessons had ever been. Deidara's pale skin was the perfect canvas – and he was incredibly sensitive. Plus, it was always fun to see how the picture would change when his nipples hardened, or relaxed. Or how the curve of skin over bone changed with a breath, or a gasp.
He admired the pattern built so far – the red and white fan above his lover's heart, as he always placed it. Dei had mentioned once about getting it tattooed, but he had vetoed the idea. He didn't need marks on this perfect skin to know who Deidara had chosen to belong to. The rest of the design today was of birds – black birds and white birds, melding into one another. He doubted it was the best artwork in the world, but he didn't mind. He touched the end of his paintbrush against the pink eye of one of the birds, smirking at the gasp from Deidara as his nipple hardened under the touch. Itachi heard and saw the intake of breath as he held the damp bristles of the brush above the other nipple, knowing Deidara was waiting in anticipation. He had thought about putting a blindfold on his pet, so he wouldn't know when or where the brush would land – but this was nice too. It meant he could look up and watch those grey eyes watching his every move.
It was funny how Deidara was always so shy about being exposed, but always loved being decorated. It was probably because the man was so in love with art – even the type that was only for the two of them to see, and that washed away with the right type of soap and water. But then, maybe the transient nature was part of the appeal. As for Itachi himself, he knew he was just a very visual person.
He ran the tip of the brush around the nipple, feeling the blond beneath him squirm a bit. The white birds were simpler. He could have used white paint, but chose this time to stick with the paleness of the skin. He made a few more lines, sitting back and looking the design over critically. "Want to see, pet?"
Deidara affected an air of nonchalance, and then nodded. Itachi held up a mirror and angled it so that the blond could get the full effect. "Nice. Done?"
Itachi chuckled. "Not yet."
He shifted off the blond, careful not to upset the paints. Gazing down at the taught flesh of his lover's stomach, Itachi mused for a moment, noticing that his lover was already nicely aroused. He rested the end of the paintbrush against his lips as he thought, hearing the slight gasp as he sucked it into his mouth. It was a thin, smooth brush used for making delicate lines, barely a few millimeters thick at the end and only widening a bit towards the bristles. He knew Deidara was remembering times when it hadn't been used for merely painting. He always enjoyed teaching Dei things about sex that he hadn't been exposed to in his past.
Reaching a decision, he drew a few more lines, finishing up the birds and letting a decorative tail loop down above the blond's belly button. Then he signed it, noticing how the blond's breath had grown more ragged as he was able to see his own cock while Itachi worked. The cock had grown even harder, especially since Itachi had "accidently" brushed it a few times with his arm. He sat up and recapped the paints, setting the brush down on the tray. He glanced up. Was that a look of disappointment in the blond's eyes? Maybe. That had been a particularly intense night; though the picture he'd drawn had been totally ruined. He wondered if Deidara would ask for it, or if he'd give in if he asked.
No to the second, no matter the first, he decided. Today was his day. And he had other things in mind. He left the blond there while he took the paints over to the dresser, setting them down and messing with them a moment before glancing back to assess the situation. Deidara was looking increasingly impatient.
"Make sure not to move around too much, pet."
He almost chuckled as the blond bared his teeth at him. He liked driving him to a certain edge of temper; it made things so much more interesting. The glare in those grey eyes changed a bit as Itachi let his eyes trace down the pale body to the straining cock. Was it his imagination, or was it growing even harder? Itachi licked his lips, noticing the hitch in his lover's breath, and then turned around again to tease him. He wondered if the blond would beg.
Probably not. At least not right away. But soon.
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Anon - yeah, I like intimacy alot, it can definately be scarier than sex. and... most likely, yes to your last question. The other ones..... ;)
richon - here's some answers, gimme a cookie! Other answers, you will get... eventually. Sometime. Maybe. Yeah...
Midnight Essence - awww, yeah :) I like long-term relationships between people who really care for each other.
Mitsuko - if it's anything like being on the receiving end.... definately. Kinks are fun! Especially when they express something about you together with your partner, imho. Hope the heat is still simmering.
Prism0467 - hehe, me too me too :) *hearts* !!
Hope all the descriptions on the clothes made sense. Its one of those other things where I can see it in my head but can't draw it for crap... all of my stuff is abstract, I'm shit for symetry when I really want it.
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