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Shut Up and Kiss Me: A Valentine's Story	By : JaydenNara Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1344 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor do I profit from writing this story

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
Warnings: Fingering, Toys, BDSM, Spanking, H/C
Part II
Kyuubi waited in the parking lot for Itachi, his headphones poking out of his red hair while he rocked out to Metallica. The air was a bit chilly, but it wasn't too bad. He would have preferred to have been just a tad bit warmer. He was excited about spending the evening with Itachi. It would be their first holiday together as a couple, and he smiled to himself at the thought.
The sleek black Mercedes pulled smoothly into the nearly empty lot of the warehouse Kyuubi worked at. Parking beside Kyuubi, Itachi killed the engine and climbed out of the car. When the younger man failed to notice his presence, Itachi smirked and sauntered over to stand directly in front of Kyuubi with his face upturned. The loud and angry sound of metal was audible even to him over the noise of traffic from the streets and the large industrial air conditioners to their left. Silently, he patiently waited for his boyfriend to become aware of him.
Kyuubi opened his eyes to see if he could spot his boyfriend's car. He jumped back a bit, his headphones falling to his shoulders as he clutched his chest, when his eyes met dark ones innocently peering up at him. "You scared me!"
"You shouldn't listen to your music so loud or you'll go deaf," Itachi said very business, as if he were speaking to one of his patients. After a moment, his expression melted into a smirk. "How will you feel when you can no longer hear me scream your name in ecstasy as you pound me into the mattress."
Kyuubi stuttered for a few seconds as he turned his iPod off. "I...well...I guess I'll just have to turn it down."
Still smirking, Itachi jangled the keys in Kyuubi's face. "Wanna drive? We need to pack your clothes for a few days, and I don't know the way."
Blue eyes lit up as Kyuubi grasped the keys and took off for the car laughing. Itachi followed, hot on his heels. "You can't catch me!"
Dress shoes clicked against the pavement. Itachi half heartedly gave chase, his own eyes dancing merrily. Seeing a bright smile on Kyuubi's face made his entire day. He slid into the passenger seat, his black suit jacket slung over the back from when he had shed it earlier, and buckled himself in for safety. At some point, he was going to have to buy Kyuubi a speed demon so his own would remain intact. Already, Kyuubi threatened to take the machine apart to upgrade and rebuild it.
"Are you ready?" Kyuubi asked with a devilish grin as he started the car.
"Am I ever," Itachi purred. He vividly recalled the last time Kyuubi had been behind the wheel.
Kyuubi revved the engine and put the car in the reverse. Tires squealing, they tore out of the parking lot. Itachi drove a standard, and in Kyuubi's opinion, nothing compared. He shifted gears and busted the speed limit, not caring if he was pulled over by the police. Once again, he weaved through traffic with ease and confidence.
A soft moan fell from Itachi's parted lips as they sped off. He definitely needed to buy Kyuubi his own car to soup up. Seeing him race would be a huge turn on – just not in his baby.
Kyuubi felt a hand slide over his thigh and make a path to his groin, but he batted it away to concentrate on the road. He was going way too fast for what he knew his boyfriend in mind. "Hey 'Tachi, keep your hands to yourself!"
"But you make me so hot, love," Itachi moaned. His hand slid up the toned thigh once again and squeezed.
"Can't you wait until we get home? We're almost there..." Kyuubi moaned as the hand ghosted over his penis.
Heavy lidded onyx eyes gazed at the fiery speed demon in the driver's seat. The long slender fingers freed Kyuubi from the confines of his jeans with the skill and precision of a surgeon. "What is your dream car, love."
"A 1965 Mustang," Kyuubi answered without thought.
"Muscle car... definitely suits you." The tidbit of information was filed away for future use, and Itachi's hand closed around the thick shaft and stroked. The pleasured sound from Kyuubi went straight to Itachi's groin.
Kyuubi's grip tightened on the wheel as he tried not to swerve the car into traffic. He bit his lower lip as his boyfriend worked his awakening erection. "Fuck...'tachi..."
"If you can hold yourself, love, I will let you take me in your house..."
"Shit..." Kyuubi cursed as his foot pushed the pedal down further.
Itachi chuckled and sped up his hand with the increasing speed of the Mercedes. Right before his eyes, Kyuubi was coming apart, and at this rate, his boyfriend wouldn't make it to his apartment.
Kyuubi's knuckles were white as he clutched the wheel tighter. The hand on his dick never slowed. It took all his restraint not to pump his hips up. He could feel blood in his mouth from his lip, and his breathing deepened as Itachi flipped a thumb over his slit.
Itachi leaned in, his lips ghosting over tan flesh of Kyuubi's neck. "How does it feel, love. Let me hear your pleasure."
"Driving," Kyuubi answered in a drawn out moan. He barely managed to correct his steering and put them back in the correct lane.
Red and blue flared to life in the rear view mirror eliciting a curse from Itachi. "Quick, Kyuu," he whispered as the Mercedes pulled over to the side of the road. "Tuck yourself away and follow my lead. I'll make it up to you after. You can have me any way you wish."
Kyuubi raised an eyebrow and quickly adjusted himself to return to normal. "Any way?"
"Any way," Itachi promised with a mischievous smirk. He jerked his head towards the driver side window just as the officer tapped on the window. "Female, perfect."
Kyuubi rolled the window as a woman approached the car and had everything of his she would need ready. He knew that cops in this area didn't mess around. He reached out for Itachi's hand and gave a quick squeeze before taking his hand back.
"Good evening, officer. How can we help you this lovely evening?" Itachi greeted with a dazzling smile. When the light pink blush rose in her cheeks, he winked.
"Driver's license, proof of insurance, and registration please," the female cop asked as she tried to attempt a firm tone. Both men were attractive, but the dark haired one was very sexy.
Itachi nudged Kyuubi's elbow off the center console to retrieve the papers needed and included his own license to along with Kyuubi's to prove he was the owner of the car. As he leaned over his boyfriend , he stealthily gave Kyuubi's knee a reassuring squeeze while handing the papers through the open window. The inky black eyes peered up at the officer through the dark veil of bangs that framed his face.
"I'm sure you'll find everything in order," he said smoothly. "After my shift I the hospital, I found myself too tired to drive myself home." The flirtatious smile never left his lips as he pulled away, his tongue darting out to lick his lower lip. He saw her eyes drawn to the thin but full pink lips, and playfully winked at Kyuubi who was staring incredulously at him before she could notice.
She glanced down at the papers. Everything did seem to be in order. "You just need to have your driver be a little safer on the roads, Dr. Uchiha and... Mr. Uzumaki. I won't give you a ticket this time but if I see you speeding again, you will be punished."
"Of course. I wouldn't expect anything less from a fine upstanding officer such as yourself." The smile Itachi gave the woman was almost sickening unless you were on the receiving end, and Itachi heard her sigh softly. It would be a good laugh after.
"Well too bad that you seem to be a law abiding citizen," she answered as she handed everything back. "Be safe on your way home."
"Oh, we will," Itachi said smoothly. "Kyuu?"
Kyuubi nodded dumbly and watched in confusion as the female cop walked away. He didn't understand what had just happened and turned his clueless expression to Itachi.
The thin manicured eyebrow of the doctor rose in question. Kyuubi had the most adorable look of bewilderment on his face. "You okay, love?" he asked as he reached out to squeeze a tan hand.
"What just happened?"
Itachi chuckled. "I just got out of a speeding ticket, love. You ready to head out."
"Sure..." The red head dumbly as he started the car up again and pulled out into the road. "So...you do that a lot?"
"I don't usually get pulled over, but on the rare time when I was teaching Naruto to drive, it came in handy. Apparently Sasuke has the same talent, male or female," the dark haired doctor said softly reaching for the younger man. It seemed something was upsetting his boyfriend. "Are you okay?"
"I've never seen anyone work a cop like that!" Kyuubi exclaimed laughing. "Man, you should have been an actor!"
The tension visible drained from Itachi's body as he sank back in his seat. "Don't scare me like that Kyuu," he scolded lightly, but the corner of his lips were turned up in a small smirk. "Seriously? You've never been in the car when Naruto's been pulled over. Sasuke is twenty times worse than I am."
"Really? How does blondie deal with it?" Kyuubi asked amused, this was the first time he had heard of his brother being pulled over.
"Hmm... I seem to remember Naruto exclaiming he found Sasuke incredibly sexy once the officer was out of sight, and tried to devour his face and pull him into his lap. I believe my brother smacked him and reminded him I was in the back seat, but Naruto seemed unperturbed until he was threatened with no sex for a week."
Kyuubi choked back his laughter as they pulled into the apartment parking lot. "The no sex threat works every time."
"Mhmm," Itachi hummed while his eyes took in the sight of Kyuubi's home. All at once, he wanted to pack Kyuubi's belongings and drag him kicking and screaming to live with him.
The building was rundown, something not all uncommon in the part of town they were in. But respectfully, Itachi bit his lip, and kept his comments to himself. He knew Kyuubi's situation. After Kabuto, a man who made Kyuubi a kept man several years ago, Kyuubi had started out with nothing when he finally escaped the abuse. There were holes in the stories his boyfriend fed him, but Itachi came to the decision it was better Kyuubi told him when he felt comfortable. It wasn't his place to pry.
Once they parked, Itachi took his keys and armed the car with a nervous glance around the neighbourhood. "Shall we? I believe I promised you could have me any way you pleased." He sincerely hoped it came across as seductive, and that the small waver in his voice was his own imagination.
Kyuubi wasted no time increasing his pace to his apartment. That promise alone was enough to have him semi-hard. The trip to his apartment was filled of visions of what he would do to the other man; some innocent, others not. So many scenarios running in his mind made it difficult to choose just one. Maybe he would let Itachi set the pace first and then go from there.
As he followed Kyuubi down the threadbare carpet and peeling wallpaper hallway to the creaky elevator, Itachi watched the faraway look and smirk on the tan face. He dearly hoped he was ready for whatever Kyuubi threw at him. They had yet to delve into the kinky side of their relationship. The one time in the car, and the unfinished handjob earlier being the naughtiest. But in all fairness, Itachi was still relatively new to his sexuality, or relationships in general. Most days he was amazed he'd found such a stunning creature as his little demon fox.
When they were inside the apartment, the door closed, Kyuubi quickly attacked Itachi and pushed him against the door. Devouring the sinful lips, he ground against the other man. He harshly dug his hands into Itachi's plump ass cheeks and pulled the older man closer to him as if he would devour him on the spot.
Arms loosely hugging Kyuubi around the waist, Itachi handed control over to his eager boyfriend. Soft moans fell from his lips as Kyuubi's mouth trailed over his pale skin leaving possessive marks that would be difficult to explain to the children he worked with. His suit jacket was hurriedly tugged from his body and discarded on the floor without care, and his tie loosened around his neck before a tan hand tangled in his long raven black hair and dragged him down the narrow hall into the living room.
Unceremoniously, Itachi landed on the navy couch against the right wall where he lay panting only moments before the larger man straddled him. Hard and leaking in his dress pants, Itachi pawed at his lover.
"Fuck, 'tachi," Kyuubi purred as he climbed over the man and licking his lips lasciviously, their groins lined up perfectly. "You look so fucking wanton." He dove for a possessive kiss as he ground down into the other man. He loved the moans he swallowed with his mouth. His hands refused to remain idle as they tore open the dress open. Buttons scattered, and his mouth attacked the partially erect nubs.
"Oh god Kyuu..." Itachi's cry was muffled and cut off by the length of his tie forced into his mouth and the noose being tightened around him to create a crude gag. Shirt hanging off his shoulder, and eyes wide, he found himself flipped over onto his knees with his hand wrenched behind his back. Face pressed to the faded cushions, he trembled as his body was assaulted; Kyuubi almost cruel with his pleasure.
"Do you like it?" Kyuubi whispered into Itachi's ear as he used the other's belt to bind his lovers hand behind his back, and then quickly pulled the Itachi's pants down to his knees. "I can stop if you say so."
When he agreed to give Kyuubi his body, this wasn't what he'd expected, but nonetheless, he moaned loudly. The gag muffled his noises, and tried to grind his ass into Kyuubi's front. His efforts were rebuffed, and he gave a needy whine.
"You want my cock?" Kyuubi asked as he undid his pants and rubbed his erection teasingly along the crack of Itachi's ass.
Again, Itachi tried to push back, but Kyuubi teasingly pulled away. A muffled cry of Kyuubi's name, and Itachi could hear his boyfriend's low throaty chuckle behind him.
"How eager you are to take me," Kyuubi said as he rubbed his head against the entrance. He reached under the cushion and pulled out a bottle of lube. "But first I need to prepare you."
Itachi rolled his eyes. The true sign of a bachelor pad. Lube in the couch or close at hand. The bottle hadn't been used in a while, or so it appeared, and that brought a smile to Itachi's face, or as close as possible gagged. Impatient, he wiggled his hips, the blunt head of Kyuubi's cock rubbing against the twitching hole. He didn't need prep. Kyuubi fucked him regularly enough. All he needed was a lubed cock sliding inside his tight hole.
Kyuubi slid a finger into the tight hole, enjoying the surprised gasp that fell from Itachi's lips. He added another digit and began searching for the spot that would drive his lover crazy. The redhead grinned as Itachi began to ride his fingers.
Twisting his neck and staring wildly up at the man whose fingers were stretching him wide and drawing such sweet moans and whimpers out of him, Itachi felt so exposed and raw. He shivered and shook at the mercy of his boyfriend. His muffled cries grew louder. This was torture.
Kyuubi searched around on the back of the couch for a scarf he knew he kept there. He gave a cry of triumph as he found it and quickly removed his fingers to tie the scarf around his lover's eyes. "You're mine now," he growled possessively as he returned his fingers to the aching hole.
A hoarse scream echoed through the room as the long fingers plunged back into Itachi without warning. Completely blind, he could only feel. His body ached. He wanted to be fucked so badly, but Kyuubi continued to tease him.
Kyuubi stretched Itachi, brushing harshly against the swelling gland to stimulate Itachi, prepping him for penetration. "You're so beautiful like this, all tied up and gagged. And your moans, they are fire." He removed his fingers after a few minutes, and replaced them with his hard, leaking erection. He pushed in hard and fast, knowing that Itachi liked the burn.
Itachi arched back against Kyuubi's rough assault. The gag muffled his scream, and he trembled as Kyuubi sank into his tight heat.
Kyuubi set a hard pace with the snap of his hips. He couldn't believe Itachi was still so tight after the many times a day they went at it. The way that the Itachi ground himself on his dick made Kyuubi even hotter.
"Fuck 'tachi!" Kyuubi moaned as he kept his pace up. Itachi was indescribable. He never felt like this before with another person, and he doubt he would again. He aimed for that spot inside of Itachi that would drive his lover wild. He hit it mercilessly and reveled in the muffled moans.
His screams sounded foreign in Itachi's ears. The low keening whine and the animalistic howls. With the minimal movement his bound body allowed, Itachi rode Kyuubi's cock taking it deep inside his body. His greedy hole eagerly swallowed the pulsing length and begged for more. Being with Kyuubi could never be compared. He was it. Itachi was ruined for anyone else.
The slight body trembled, violent shudders running through Itachi's frame as his body was racked with a dry orgasm. His dark eyes were wide behind the scarf stealing his vision, and a garbled version of Kyuubi's name muffled by the tie filled the room as he writhed. A few stray tears trickled down the pale cheeks as Itachi was overcome by one of the most painfully pleasurable experiences of his life.
Kyuubi still moved inside him as Itachi came down from the suffocating high. His breathing came in ragged pants as his body shook, and between his legs, he ached, having not spilled one drop of his seed.
Kyuubi gave a few more thrusts before he came with a loud roar, still pumping his hips as Itachi milked the last of orgasm. He collapsed on the other man's back and pressed his face to the sweaty skin, his cock still buried in his lover. Several minutes passed before he regained his breath and could move. He carefully withdrew his softened penis and began to search around the couch for the toy he knew he put there.
A cry of joy passed his lips as he clutched it in his hand. He grinned, even though Itachi couldn't see him. He quickly lubed up the the toy in his hand and placed it in his boyfriend, grinning at the squishing sound as he pushed in and made sure that it was secure. He leaned over Itachi's back, his mouth close to the other's ear. "You're to remain here with that plug in your ass while I'm packing. You are not to move, if you do, you will earn five spankings, am I clear?"
Whimpering, Itachi nodded. The toy was larger than anything he'd ever taken, even Kyuubi. He was drooled around the gag, the material of his tie saturated with his saliva. When a hand playfully swatted his abused backside, he let out a choked sob.
Kushina hummed to herself as she approached her sons apartment. She hadn't seen her oldest in months and like any good – nosy – mother, she wanted to find out why. She sincerely hoped he wasn't doing drugs or something illegal again. She opened the door and stepped into the apartment, tripping over an obstruction. After she regained her balance, she picked up the jacket that was too small and too nice to be anything her son owned. Curiosity peaked, Kushina wandered further into the apartment and stopped on the threshold of the living room with a loud gasp at the unexpected sight before her.
Itachi's face burned with humiliation. When the sound of the front door opening reached his ears, several courses of action went through his mind. He could struggle to escape, but the likely end result would be him in a crumpled heap on the floor after bashing his head on the coffee table. Knowing Kyuubi, he'd still be punished for moving regardless of the unknown woman staring at him. He was helpless to do anything. Arms stretched and bound behind his back, reddened ass plugged and displayed, he was left intimately exposed to the stranger while on the verge of hyperventilation. Thoughts began to surface, and a cruel voice rang in his ears.
Kyuubi ambled out of his room after he heard the door open and wondered who it was. his face expressed his surprise when he realized his mother let herself in, again.
"Mom! What did I say about knocking?" Kyuubi snarled. He hurried to Itachi and unbound him, soothing him with tender touches. "I'm taking him to my room, do not enter!"
Mutely, Kushina nodded in agreement, still stunned by what she walked in on. She had no idea Kyuubi had found someone else, and a little spark of happiness floated within her. Kyuubi was back on his way to being his old self again.
Itachi jerked away from the kind touch, his body trembling violently and his breath coming in huge gasps and choked sobs. "No... Please, please, please, please... I'll be quiet, I'll behave..." Slowly, Itachi slipped into the recesses of his mind. The situation stirred memories that had been long buried.
"Itachi..." Kyuubi said in a sad tone. "It's me Kyuubi, baby."
He held the small body tightly against his chest, gently lifting him. He easily carried the trembling body into his bedroom and sat on the bed making sure not to jar Itachi. While muttering soothing words into Itachi's ear, he rocked gently. Since Naruto had been convinced Sasuke was leaving him in high school, he hadn't comforted anyone. Naruto didn't need him anymore. He hadn't in a long time.
"Itachi, come back to me please," Kyuubi whispered. If he couldn't bring Itachi out of this, then he would find someone else for Itachi.
"Kyuu..." Itachi clutched at his boyfriend to ground himself and pulled himself out of the darkness with Kyuubi's voice as a guide.
"I'm sorry 'tachi, I'm such a fuck up." Kyuubi murmured into Itachi's hair. "I'm sorry."
"Shh..." Itachi buried his head in his lover's chest and hugged Kyuubi tightly. "Don't dwell on it, love. I'll take care of you."
"You're always taking of me," Kyuubi mumbled. "I never take care of you..."
"Not true, love. You brought me back," Itachi whispered softly. "Thank you."
"I..." Kyuubi was at a lost for words and hugged the smaller man to his body. He hoped he got his point across with his actions. He didn't know to express himself at that moment, and physical contact was the only way he could do it right now.
No words were needed. Itachi understood, and drawing a deep shuddering breath, he tucked his head under Kyuubi's chin and savoured the moment.
"So...I guess we should get cleaned up. I think my mother is still out there," Kyuubi said after several minutes of silence.
"Your mother..." Itachi's eyes went wide and his cheeks coloured. "That's who saw me? Kyuu... I wanted to make an impression when I met your family, but not that kind."
"Does it help knowing that she's a big pervert?" Kyuubi asked chuckling.
"No!"
"What? You can't embarrass that woman! She's more than likely daydreaming about you right now!" Kyuubi protested as Itachi left his lap.
On his hands and knees in the center of Kyuubi's bed, the doctor glanced over his shoulder at his protesting boyfriend. "Since the moment has been ruined, though I must confess I would have loved nothing more than to have you take me again, I've lost my erection. Would you be so kind as to remove the toy?" His eyes pleaded. He still felt stretched beyond his capacity, but it wasn't pleasant anymore.
Kyuubi sighed as he pulled the toy out with a loud wet pop, and placed the wide plug on the bed beside him. He pulled his boyfriend to his chest. "I'm sorry things didn't go as planned.
With a wry smile, Itachi kissed Kyuubi's cheek and collapsed to the bed, his cream filled hole feeling uncomfortably empty. He ached from unfulfillment. Snagging the green fleece blanket from the end of the bed, he wrapped it around his body and closed his eyes. The soiled clothing was ignored in favour of much needed rest.
"I enjoyed our play very much, Kyuu, but I think I need to take a after effects are quite taxing," he murmured. It wasn't just his body that ached, he was mentally exhausted. "Please apologize to your mother for not receiving her properly just now, and tell her I would love to have her over for dinner in the future. Your father as well."
"I'll go tell her," Kyuubi answered as he got up and placed a kiss on Itachi's brow.
In the living room, he found his mother standing quietly, glancing at old family photos that littered the wall. Kyuubi sighed as he stood next to her, eyes straight ahead.
"Mom, you know I love you right?" Kyuubi began. He nervously played with the hem of his shirt.
"Of course sweetie, but I need to learn to knock right?" Kushina answered with a grin.
"Yes, especially when I now have a boyfriend," Kyuubi answered dryly. "He said that he will receive you and father for dinner in the near future, at least that's how he put it."
"Wonderful!" Kushina exclaimed as she clasped her hands together. "I look forward to it!"
With those parting words and a quick hug, his mother left. Kyuubi locked the door and sagged against it. He could only hope that would be no more interruptions that night. He shed his clothes and joined Itachi in his bed, falling asleep as the Itachi cuddled next to him.
The dip in the mattress signalling Kyuubi's return had Itachi's full attention. What he hadn't expected was for his boyfriend to cuddle up to him, not that he minded that, and promptly fall asleep. He let out a low groan of frustration. His body hummed with need once again with a warm body pressed to his side, and the one man who could satisfy him was snoring softly at his side.
"Bloody hell," Itachi cursed under his breath. After a long internal debate of right and wrong, he finally came to a decision and elbowed Kyuubi in the gut.
"Whaa?" Kyuubi asked as he sat up and glanced at his boyfriend.
"I know this may be a rather odd request," Itachi said slowly. His eyes wild with need burned into the sleepy blue orbs watching him in confusion. "But could you please, and feel free to say no, either suck me off or fuck me?"
"I guess I could..." Kyuubi answered as he threw the blanket off. "But it's gonna cost you later."
Itachi rolled his eyes and positioned himself comfortably on his back. "You're the one who... never mind. Just get me off before I implode."
"You'll just have to find out what I mean," Kyuubi whispered before he engulfed the semi-erect length.
Fingers dug into the cotton sheets as Itachi's head fell back in a silent scream. Having Kyuubi's mouth on him after his erection had been so cruelly neglected and ignored was incredible. The wet heat coaxed him along. He teetered on the edge, but Itachi didn't care he was about to embarrass himself.
Kyuubi slid his tongue into Itachi's slit as his hands came up to cup the other's ass. He kneaded the flesh as he worked the hard length with his mouth. His eyes never leaving Itachi's face and taking in every moment of his pleasure.
"Kyuubi!" Itachi exploded. Warm cum jetted from his cock just as Kyuubi pulled away, and his seed coated the tan face. Lost in utter bliss, his toes curling and back arching, Itachi screamed his boyfriend's name over and over again until it was incoherent babble.
Licking his lips, Kyuubi slid up the body and kissed Itachi, taking full possession of the mouth. His hands wandered over the other's waist and teased the still sensitive skin. He pulled away smiling as Itachi blinked up at him several times.
"Can I sleep now?" Kyuubi asked breathlessly.
"No..." Itachi panted, his mind dazed. "You still need to pack, and if I'm not mistaken, we have a romantic dinner waiting to be cooked at my house. God, you're amazing."
"I already packed," Kyuubi mumbled as he nuzzled the dark head.
Humming contentedly, Itachi curled into Kyuubi's body. The tan arm enveloped him and he felt safe from his past, as though Kyuubi would protect him from the world. "Come on, love. We need to leave. I have something special planned for tonight," he murmured rolling to straddle Kyuubi's hips. He tucked his head under his boyfriend's chin and sighed.
"Well if you do stuff like that, I'm not gonna be able to move," Kyuubi chuckled as his boyfriend cuddled him.
"Hmmm... God this feels good."
"Itachi...we have to move," Kyuubi whined as he tried to dislodge the smaller body but failed. "What are you part monkey?"
"Yes? I'm not coherent enough to come up with a better comeback."
"You wanna stay here a bit?" Kyuubi asked as he combed his hand through the silky locks.
Gathering his wits about him, Itachi shook his head. "If we want to eat at a decent hour, the fish needs to go in soon," he grudgingly admitted. With great effort, he rolled off the most comfortable pillow ever, and stared up at the ceiling. "Kyuubi, I want to thank you for stepping in and seeing to my needs, and I don't mean sexually. Your desire to... just thank you."
"There's no need to thank me..." Kyuubi answered blushing as he rolled over Itachi. "I'm nothing special."
"No, you are the most incredible man I have ever met," Itachi asserted. Kyuubi's arms wound around him and he buried his face in the toned chest. "I am so blessed to have found you. Who would have guessed a New Years party I was all but blackmailed into attending would be the source of so much happiness." He smiled against the caramel skin, a rare sight unless he was in the presence of who he hoped would one day agreed to be his better half.
Kyuubi chuckled at the sensation of Itachi's smile against his skin. "If you say so, baby."
Itachi nuzzled Kyuubi's chest, the light dusting of hair tickling his cheeks and nose, and snuggled into the lean body. "I do."
"I guess your word is law then," Kyuubi mumbled, his chest rumbling with the sound. "We really need to get going though, it's already seven."
Groaning, Itachi rolled away to put distance between them. If he didn't, he'd be happy to spend the rest of the night right where he was. Mustering what energy he could, his movements a little slow and sluggish, Itachi managed to wiggle back into his pants and began to fumble with the buttons of his dress shirt only to discover they were no longer there.
"Kyuu..." the elder said in what he would vehemently defend was not a whine.
"Yes?" Kyuubi asked innocently. He blinked his blue eyes playfully knowing full well what Itachi was going to say.
The glare Itachi levelled at his lover still sprawled on the bed was stern, but half hearted. A small smirk graced his thin pink lips. "You are coming shopping with me this weekend," he demanded knowing Kyuubi hated the activity. "This is the third shirt, and I've decide you need a suit if you're coming with me to my parents anniversary in Orange County next month." He held up a hand when Kyuubi opened his mouth to protest. This wasn't what the younger man had expected. "No excuses."
"But 'tachi..."Kyuubi said as he sat up. "I'm not...I've never been shopping. And I'm not the type of person you take to a party like that." He said, diverting his eyes.
"Now, Kyuu, you've been shopping," Itachi scolded. "I know because Naruto has mentioned dragging a rather reluctant brother along on more than one occasion." He rolled off the bed and wandered out the door in search of his jacket.
Somehow, his shoes and socks had never been removed, but on the plus side, it meant he didn't need to hunt them down. Often they ended up in the oddest places like behind the television, or draped over a vase. Another good question, other than how they got there, was how the two new lovers had never broken anything during their more heated unions.
Itachi wandered back through the narrow hallway into Kyuubi's room, and for the first time, had a good look at where his precious boyfriend lived. It made Itachi want to cry, but he wouldn't say a word. Kyuubi's independence was extremely important in the healing of the younger man. Taking a seat on the edge of the mattress, he ran his fingers through the long fiery locks and smiled reassuringly.
"Who other than my breathtaking boyfriend would I have at my side, love. I intend to present the beautiful and gifted man I have the honour of calling my own to my family," he said softly as if to coax his little demon out of hiding. "I wish for nothing more than my parents to know the wonderful man you are, but to ease your mind, Naruto will be present as well to make a spectacle of himself as usual." But Kyuubi still didn't appear convinced in spite of Itachi soft words. "Kyuubi, this will be the first event I will ever attend with a date, and I couldn't be prouder to have you on my arm, if you would do me the honour."
"I...it's just that I've never been to a gathering like that," Kyuubi whispered as he leaned into the hand petting his head.
Itachi's eyes looked sad, but he nodded understanding Kyuubi's hesitancy. "If you so choose, I will not force you to attend," he whispered and leaned into press a chaste kiss to the worrying lips. "Kyuubi, I will never demand from you what you feel unprepared to give."
"I...want to try for you..." Kyuubi answered softly, deciding that he needed to man up and face his fears. Itachi wasn't Kabuto, and he never would be. "Just don't let me embarrass myself okay? I don't want to be put into the same category as my brother."
Nodding his promise, Itachi helped Kyuubi to his feet. "Did he or Sasuke ever share the story of Naruto's first foray into so called 'high society'?"
"No," Kyuubi answered shaking his head. "I would love to hear this."
"Alright, but first, let's have you sitting down. I have the distinct feeling it would be for the best."
The couple made their way down to the car with idle chatter. The elevator lights flickered once during their descent nearly giving Itachi a heart attack, and only further reinforced his intent to relocate Kyuubi once the opportunity presented itself when his boyfriend simply stated, it happened all the time. By the time they were safely buckled into the car, Itachi at the wheel, and pulling out onto the street, Itachi's nerves were shot. In his opinion, Kyuubi would be moved as soon as possible after several more encounters in the building and on the street with some of the colourful neighbours.
Taking a deep breath, determined not to show his unease, Itachi smirked. "Now, are you sure you want to hear this? The tale comes with a parental warning."
"Ummm...I was watching x rated films when I was thirteen...I can handle anything," Kyuubi chuckled .
"Well, this true story took place at our cousins wedding held in our grandfather's home." And so began the tale of Naruto knocking over a pyramid of champagne glasses after tripping over the bride's train, having a very loud argument with a five star chef as to how ramen was much better than the maple-orange glazed duck, flicking a pea meant to hit Itachi into Fugaku's glass during a toast and watching the Uchiha patriarch choke on the small vegetable in front of hundreds after his speech, and accidentally groping Mikoto when he forgot which side Sasuke was sitting on while the room was darkened during a zither performance. But by this point Itachi was hesitant to tell Kyuubi the rest because he was terrified his boyfriend may be having some sort of attack in the passanger seat.
"Kyuu, breathe," he ordered. His eyes darted between the road and his boyfriend turning bright red as Kyuubi struggled to breathe. "I haven't even told you the worst of it yet. You know your brother. He had a grand finale that took Sasuke down with him."
Blue eyes widened in horror at the hint of what was to come. "Don't tell me..."
Itachi sighed with relief when Kyuubi began breathing regularly. "You sure? It involves their inability to keep their hands to themselves, or out of each others pants."
"They were caught in the closet weren't they?" Kyuubi asked, he knew his brother so well that that had to have been the situation.
"Worse," Itachi said. The dark eyes danced with glee. "My father had the privilege of attempting to halt their lascivious and deviant ways when Naruto decided the pitch black, but doorless coat room was the ideal location to turn my brother into a wanton whore begging for his cock. The entire party heard Sasuke's screams for more and his praises as he worshiped your brother. To make matters worse, father's presence did not seem to deter them in the slightest, and Sasuke finished over my great aunt's seventy five thousand dollar fur coat. Needless to say, Naruto has been banned for my grandfather's home, and my father despises him, but, my mother thinks he's the cutest thing ever and loves him to death."
Kyuubi couldn't help the laughter that spilled from his lips. "Dumbass getting caught! I thought I taught him better, guess we'll have to show him how it's done."
The black Mercedes pulled into the long private driveway, and Itachi killed the engine. He leaned over the center console to catch Kyuubi in a rather heated kiss. "I suppose we will," he agreed softly. It pleased him to no end Kyuubi was willing to step out of his comfort zone to be his date. "Though I suspect after the entire evening of teasing, both were at their wits end and in desperate need of release."
"I bet Sasuke couldn't walk right for weeks," Kyuubi said snickering into his hand. Yes, he would show the brother the art of teasing a lover in a crowd and not be noticed. He was a master at it and would pass the skill along to his baby brother.
Itachi climbed out of the car with a shake of his head and a snort. "Naruto has gotten much better, though last time he did ask one of my cousins when the baby was due..." he commented as he unlocked the front door and led Kyuubi into the dark house. It didn't feel so lonely coming home anymore. "I'm going to start dinner. Why don't you drop your bag in my room, and you can make yourself at home."
"Cool! I'll just watch TV if that's okay," Kyuubi asked as he stepped into the house. He was still amazed at just how big the house was for one person. He always wondered if Itachi was ever lonely here by himself.
After shrugging off his suit jacket, Itachi hung it up in the front hall closet before taking Kyuubi's worn hoodie and stealing a kiss. He never failed to notice how his lover's eyes would go wide every time he stepped into his house, and Itachi always hoped it was in awe. But there was always a question behind the wonder, one Itachi believed the answer to was yes. One day, he wanted Kyuubi to help fill the house with laughter and warmth.
"Of course. I want you to feel comfortable here, love. I'll join you once the fish and rice are cooking. Do you remember how to use the satellite?" He bit his lip to prevent him from saying anything Kyuubi may take offense to when the memory surfaced of the younger nearly throwing the remote across the room in frustration.
"Yeah," Kyuubi answered as he scratched the back of his head. "It shouldn't be a problem."
Dinner was nearly in, and the sounds of a game filtered in to the large kitchen from the living room. "I wonder what his reaction will be when I show Kyuu the theatre room," he mused as he flicked on the rice cooker. He could picture Kyuubi's eyes lighting up with childlike wonder at the game consoles and eight by eleven foot screen, and chuckled to himself.
With the fish baking and the rice simmering, Itachi retreated to his bedroom. When he entered the living room ten minutes later, he was sporting rarely seen attire that was sure to make Kyuubi drool.
The redhead was so engrossed in the college basketball game that Kyuubi didn't know Itachi had entered until the older man stood in front of the television, his pale arms crossed. But the outfit the doctor wore captivated him more than any game ever could.
Long legs were encased in tight grey jeans, almost as if painted on. The sleeves to a black dress shirt were rolled up to the elbows and a few buttons were left open to display part of a pale chest. Dark hair was loose and flowed down over a shoulder, a stark contrast against his chest.
Kyuubi's throat went dry as blood flooded his penis. He stood and approached the older man, towering over the other man as he cupped a cheek. "Beautiful," Kyuubi whispered hoarsely. He didn't know how in the hell he had captured someone like Itachi. He wasn't worthy of such a man who was this sexy.
As hands groped his body, Itachi stood still with his head tilted back and a smirk while he stared into the darkened eyes clouded with lust. He could feel Kyuubi's hard on pressed to his stomach. It felt empowering to be the sole focus of the wanton desire. "If we go where I think this is heading, dinner will burn, and I made something special, just for you."
"Later then," Kyuubi promised as he nipped an ear and pulled away, but not before he groped the full ass.
Itachi's eyes fluttered closed as a low moan escaped the parted pink lips. "I have a surprise for you..."
"Really?" Kyuubi asked as he dove into for a quick kiss. "Why don't you show me?"
"You have to wait till after dinner or else we may never get to eat."
"Okay," Kyuubi whined as he followed his boyfriend to the kitchen. The table was partially set with plates and the smell coming from the oven was fantastic. "Jesus, that smells good 'Tachi."
"I made your favourite," Itachi said leaning back into Kyuubi as the muscular arms wound his waist. "Lemon Pepper Sole, and I made my special garlic teriyaki prawn rice. If you finish setting the table, I'll flip the fish, 'kay?" He tilted his head to peck Kyuubi on the cheek.
"Sure!" Kyuubi answered enthusiastically. "Um...what all needs to go on the table?"
Itachi chuckled. "The cutlery is in the third drawer, and feel free to choose a bottle of wine from the pantry."
Kyuubi pulled the drawer open and was awestruck at the fine cutlery. He had never seen anything this fancy before. He quickly pulled out forks, spoons, and butter knives so that Itachi wouldn't notice his nervousness, and placed the utensils on the table before he headed to the pantry.
At least the small pantry seemed fairly normal, until he opened the door and a walk in room presented itself. He gawked at the rich food and wines that lined the walls. How did one man eat all of this? Kyuubi stepped inside and quickly perused the wine selection. He couldn't remember what kind of wine was suppose to go with fish so he hastily grabbed a bottle of white wine and went back into the kitchen.
"Um...is this okay?" He asked as he held the bottle out for Itachi's inspection.
"A Sauvignon Blanc," Itachi said with an appreciative hum. "Excellent choice. This one is from my uncle's vineyard. Shall we eat? We have a green salad and your choice of raspberry vinaigrette, caesar, or blue cheese." He pulled out a chair for his boyfriend and smiled. Kyuubi seemed uncomfortable, and though he had wanted to have a nice intimate meal, perhaps he had gone too far. He stole the bottle of wine from Kyuubi and set on the table so he could sidle up and wrap his arms around Kyuubi's waist. Their hips connected. "Are you okay, love?"
"I...no one has ever done something like this for me," Kyuubi whispered, his voice wavering.
Itachi pressed a kiss to the trembling lips. It started chaste, but soon became wild and passionate. His slender fingers tangle in the luscious fiery locks pulling Kyuubi down to him.
"Thank you," Kyuubi whispered against the soft lips. "Let's eat, that smell is driving me nuts."
"I'll get the corkscrew."
Kyuubi watched as Itachi dug around the cutlery drawer for the utensil, admiring the sway of his lover's hips. He wished he could molest his boyfriend, but knew that dinner would be ruined if he did. So he stood idly by and watched silently.
When Itachi turned around, corkscrew in hand, he raised an eyebrow. "My chairs don't bite," he said lightly. Taking up the bottle of wine, he began to open it, still watching Kyuubi with an amused expression. His boyfriend was so adorable when he didn't know what to do with himself.
The cork was expertly popped out, and the glasses filled with generous servings. Itachi set the bottle of wine in the center of the table, lit the two candles, and took his seat. "Am I missing something?"
"Umm...I don't think so," Kyuubi answered unsure as he took his seat. "Are you going to dim the lights?"
"Once the fish comes out, otherwise I'd only have to turn them up again," Itachi answered smoothly while choosing a dressing from his salad. He settled on the blue cheese, one of his personal favourites. This particular bottle was a much appreciated gift from Sasuke, and a rather expensive brand. It had been a nice surprise. Supporting himself through school without the aid of their family, his younger brother didn't have money to throw around. Sasuke, while often a little bastard, could be sweet. "What would you like, love?"
"The raspberry vinaigrette please," Kyuubi asked politely and smiled when Itachi passed the bottle. "This looks really good! How did you have time to learn to cook?"
Itachi looked surprised by the question. "Naruto and Sasuke taught me while they lived here. Didn't your brother tell you?"
"No, it was around the time I was with Kabuto..." Kyuubi said sadly as he poured his dressing.
Itachi bit his tongue and mentally reprimanded himself for his insensitivity. He was so guarded in what he said and did around Kyuubi, but sometimes he lost himself in the moment. With Kyuubi, it became so easy to be himself. The younger man just seemed to understand him without words.
"It was how I knew lemon pepper fish was your favourite meal. Naruto mentioned it when he taught me one evening while Sasuke had a late class." He picked up his dinner fork and realized he forgot to tell Kyuubi to set the table with dinner forks too. But the thought was pushed from his mind as he dug into the bowl of leafy greens.
"So you weren't a mess when you first learned how to cook? I know I was, Mom had a crazy time trying to keep me clean." Kyuubi said chuckling, remember his mother's lesson fondly.
Itachi chuckled to cover his embarrassment at the mention of Kushina, and took a sip of wine. "Oh, I was a mess, but that was through no fault of my own."
"Oh really? Whose was it?"
Rolling his eyes, Itachi took another bite of salad. "Whose do you think? The whirlwind of chaos that leaves destruction in his wake, Naruto Uzumaki. Sasuke is the tidy one. He has a touch of OCD, and when he lives here, my house is never cleaner."
"Mom never could teach Naruto how to clean. Whenever she did clean his room, he freaked out because he couldn't find anything," Kyuubi said as he took a bite of his salad, smiling.
The buzzer on the stove went off, the irritating sound echoing through the spacious kitchen. Itachi pushed his chair back and went to plate the last of their dinner. He could have seated them in the large dining room at the large cherry wood table, but he had chosen not to. The night was still, and the sound of the small stream trickling into the pond could be heard. From the small setting at the low table in the kitchen, they looked out over the sprawling yard through the large bay window. Romantic; or so Itachi hoped.
The fish fillets were served onto two plate along a healthy serving of the rice and herb and butter vegetables. Setting his plate down, and placing Kyuubi's in front of him, Itachi went to dim the lights before joining Kyuubi at the table again.
"I hope I haven't butchered your favourite dish," he said shyly. He rarely showed embarrassment, but he wanted to spoil Kyuubi.
Kyuubi cut a bite out of the fish and placed it in his mouth. He immediately melted when the flavor hit his tongue. He could no longer eat this dish unless Itachi made it. "It's amazing," he moaned after he swallowed.
Itachi blushed at the praise and sipped his wine to hide his embarrassment. "What do you think of the garlic teriyaki prawn rice? It's something of my own concoction." Sasuke had been feverish and delirious when he requested asparagus, prawns, teriyaki, and rice. The joke had been he was pregnant, but Itachi still made his brother a strange mixture, but left out the asparagus.
Kyuubi took a bite and chewed thoughtfully before swallowing. "It has a different texture than what I'm used to, but it's good!"
"Ah, well... it's Japanese sticky rice. One thing I already knew how to cook was traditional Japanese food. My mother taught me..."
The slam of the front door that echoed through the large house caused the two young lovers to flinch.

Thought it was about time we posted this. It's been sitting in our Drive for months now. The entire story is actually done, but I keep forgetting to post it.
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