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Drawing Closer (Sequel to Static)	By : djserani Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1173 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Izumo glared at the ties in his hands, trying to decide which one he wanted. His black suit pants were on, the light blue shirt buttoned up, collar up and out of the way, but he couldn't seem to pick which tie. The left hand held a simple, charcoal grey one with light grey diagonal stripes on it. The right hand held his favorite - deep purple with the picture of the star nebula covering the majority of the bottom of the tie.

"The nebula. And you better hurry, there's a limo parked downstairs," Kotetsu said from the doorway.

Izumo turned, eyes wide, to his friend. He glanced at the clock on his bedside table to see it was only six-fifteen. He blew a breath out, tossed the grey tie onto his bed and turned to his mirror. "You're kidding, right? He didn't bring a limo�" Izumo said as he pulled the tie around his neck.

"Uh, no, not kidding. The pizza guy said he had trouble getting around it to get to the apartment." Kotetsu shook his head.

"Oh. Shit. He's in a limo. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Why did I agree to date the CEO of the company, Kotetsu? What the fuck was I smoking?" He asked, fighting with the tie. He had to start over again and still fumbled with it. He untied it again, took a deep breath and tried, once more, pulling the wide end down and working it one more time into a knot. "Ugh, this looks like shit. Why can't I tie a tie?" He grumbled, glancing in the mirror at Kotetsu.

"I'm not much better, but hang on," his friend said, crossing the room. He took the ends out of Izumo's hands and started working. "You were doing the half again. I told you a full looks better."

Izumo sighed. "I never could get the full-Windsor to look right," he grumbled as Kotetsu worked.

Kotetsu pulled on the wide end, fussed with the knot itself once more and stepped back. "There."

Izumo looked into the mirror and nodded. "Thank you. Now, what the hell am I doing again?"

"You're going on a date with a man who wants you. One who has gone out of his way to find out about you. He's every damned gay man, straight woman and bi-person's dream. He's rich. He's nice. He's sexy as hell. And you deserve it. Now stop fussing. Did you masturbate?" Kotetsu asked.

Izumo raised an eyebrow, but the color on his cheeks gave him away. "In the shower," he mumbled as he messed with the tie then straightened his collar. He had, in fact, not only masturbated and showered, but he'd also cleaned himself - inside and out, shaved just about everything below his eyebrows, including his groin and balls. He'd done everything he could conceivably think of to make himself look as good as possible.

When he was sure his collar was as straight as it could be, he grabbed his brush again, pulling it through the shoulder-length hair and making sure it was as good as it could get. Then he grabbed his wallet, cell phone and keys, debated over the condoms and tiny bottle of lube but picked them up, anyway and finally grabbed his jacket, pulling it on. He checked himself in the mirror again and sighed.

The black suit was the most expensive piece of clothing he owned. Itachi's shirt probably cost more than the whole suit did at nearly six hundred dollars. It was a simple, classic, black, two-button suit that was basically what he wore for everything semi-formal. It had taken him nearly four months to pay off the credit card he'd put it on. He did have a second suit just in case he found himself in the unlucky position of needing one two days in a row, but it didn't fit properly, so it was shoved in the back of his closet.

He straightened the sleeves, checked his dress shoes - black Oxfords with wingtips that were currently nice and shiny, and his one nod to fashion. Then he took another deep breath and was about to brush his hair again for something to do when the doorbell rang. "There's your date," Kotetsu said, with a grin. "Should I get the door?"

"Uh, no. No, I can," Izumo muttered. The butterflies in his stomach were causing a riot and he tried, desperately, to calm them. At the rate things were going, he wasn't going to be able to eat.

He hurried to the door, took another deep breath and pulled it open.

Itachi looked� incredible. Izumo stared for a long moment, vaguely aware that his mouth was hanging open. The long, black hair hung free down over a black jacket that was obviously tailored for him. It was similar in style to the one Izumo wore, but Izumo didn't know that much about fashion. It looked pretty simple to him, with fairly narrow lapels, two buttons and fit the man perfectly. The shirt he wore was pale grey and the tie� had Looney Tunes characters on it! Izumo grinned, feeling his nervousness fade a bit and looked up into the grey eyes to see Itachi looking about as nervous as Izumo felt.

"Hi. You look� amazing," Itachi murmured, eyes roaming over Izumo's body.

Izumo blushed. He didn't think he looked half as good as Itachi did, but managed to give a reasonably understandable, "Thank you." He cleared his throat, got a grip on himself - for God's sake, he'd had the man's cock in his body more than once! "You look more than amazing. I love the tie."

Itachi smiled. "Thanks, I like yours, too. It's easy, though, when you've got money. Oh!" He pulled his arm from behind his back and held out a small bonsai tree. "I got you this."

Izumo's eyes widened and he took the small plant gingerly. "It's gorgeous!" He held it up, turning it a couple of times to look at it from different angles. It was still fairly small, but had plenty of room to grow and Izumo wondered if it wasn't symbolic then guessed, based on the look on Itachi's face, that it very much was. "Thank you. I love it, it's perfect." He leaned in and gave Itachi a soft kiss.

When he pulled back, Itachi was smiling. "You're welcome. So, uh, are you ready?"

Izumo returned the smile and turned to set the plant very carefully over on his desk. "I am." He threw a wave at Kotetsu, who waved back at Izumo then sent one at Itachi and finally they were headed down to the car.

Izumo paused when he saw it. It wasn't a stretch limo or anything, but it was longer than a typical town car and Izumo blushed a little when Itachi held a hand out and he realized he'd been staring. "Izumo?"

Izumo muttered an apology, hurrying over and as they approached, a very large individual came around the car to open the door for him. "Izumo, this is Jake Nimitz, my driver and bodyguard. Jake, this is Izumo."

"I'm glad to finally meet you," Jake said, smiling. "You're all he's talked about for days." Itachi rolled his eyes and Izumo grinned. Jake was a good six and a half feet and solid muscle. Izumo saw very close-cropped dark hair under a driver's cap and the long suit jacket the man wore was stretched snugly over a wide, toned chest.

"Nice to meet you, Jake," Izumo said, holding his hand out. Jake's gloved one enclosed his and they shook and Izumo couldn't help but smile at the restrained strength behind it. The shake was firm, but not overbearing.

When he let go, he pulled the door open and Izumo climbed into the car. The interior surprised him. It didn't look like he expected the limo to look. Instead, it looked like an executive office on wheels. The seats were black leather, the divider between the front and back currently up, showing a display with the weather, stock reports and news headlines. There were two smaller displays of some sort, panels in the back of the divider that looked like they moved and two compartments in front of the display that were currently open with ice and bottles in them. Between these was what looked like a car CD player, though Izumo noticed a USB connection and a button labeled "DVD," as well.

Izumo shook his head as he settled into the seat. "I've, uh, never been in something like this before."

"No?" Itachi asked. Izumo shook his head. "Good, then I get to spoil you a bit. This is not typical of most limos. I had it custom made. I spend a lot of time going between our offices and other people's and I found that having a mobile place to work was handy. However, because I am on the road, in the city, I also didn't like the waste a car like this would create. So I had them fit a hybrid engine in it."

Izumo's eyebrows went up. "It's a hybrid?" When Itachi nodded, Izumo grinned. "That's great. My little car is a hybrid, so is Tetsu's. Neither are this nice inside, though�"

Itachi chuckled. "Well, I certainly paid for it. But I don't regret it, especially since it allows me to be productive while between meetings, freeing my evenings to spend how I like and it gives me privacy." He turned a heated smirk at Izumo, whose cheeks turned red at the thoughts of just what they could get up to with the divider up between the compartments. "So, would you care for a drink?"

"Um, I probably shouldn't," he said, shifting in his seat to face Itachi. "I don't have the best tolerance for it." Izumo took in the expression on Itachi's face and tried to puzzle it out, but he couldn't. He was still having so much trouble over his own confusion that trying to decipher Itachi's feelings was just out of the question. Itachi turned toward him and reached out, brushing fingers over one cheek.

"Are you okay?" Itachi asked quietly and despite himself, despite the nervousness, the crazy confusion, Izumo laughed. When Itachi realized what he'd asked, he joined in. "I seem to ask you that a lot, don't I?"

Izumo nodded. "Yes," he said, but realized he was feeling a lot better. "But� that's okay. And� yes, I am okay. More than. I'm� sorry, this is still a lot for me to take in. I'm�" he shook his head. "I'm still not sure what I'm doing here."

Itachi's smile spread. "That's easy. Going on a date with me. It's simple. We already know that we like each other, don't we?" When Izumo nodded, he continued, "Now, it's just a matter of spending time together to see if this is what I think it might be."

"What you think it might be?" Izumo asked. He still wasn't sure what he wanted, but he found himself hoping that whatever Itachi said, it involved something long-term. And in that moment, with that little bit of understanding, the rest of the pieces started falling into place. He did want this man, for a lot more than sex, for� everything. He swallowed around his suddenly dry throat as that truth sank in and his eyes widened just a bit.

Itachi considered him but didn't answer directly. He brushed a thumb over Izumo's cheek, instead. "I guess we'll see what it is. But this� static that we seem to feel, whatever it is pulling us in, I don't think it's for anything passing."

Izumo closed his eyes and leaned his face into the hand. "Me, either. I really hope not," he whispered and was surprised when he felt Itachi's lips on his. He leaned into the kiss, cupping Itachi's face and Itachi's lips parted, giving Izumo access to the mouth he'd come to want so much. They kept it slow and light, tongues just touching and playing, lips moving, brushing, teasing. Izumo felt that static, that extra something pass between them again and his eyes opened to meet Itachi's. They held for the longest moment and Izumo couldn't quite decipher what was behind the look.

Itachi smiled. "I'd kiss you more, want to, but for one thing, I was serious. I want more from you than sex. And for the other� it would make things very difficult on both of us when we had to get out of the car."

Izumo smiled as he dropped his hands and sat back against the leather. "Well, that would be true."

He shifted and Itachi put his arm around Izumo's waist, pulling until they were flush against each other. "I prefer you here."

Izumo glanced over out of the corner of his eye. "I like being there," he murmured, putting one hand on Itachi's knee then turned to look out the window. He was surprised to see they were downtown, the lights of late workers shining from offices sprinkled here and there. The streets had thinned out a bit, business traffic being replaced by the pre-theater dinner crowd. Instead of sedans and small compact cars, limos and taxis were much more prevalent.

The limo slid through the lanes, switching as needed so smoothly that Izumo barely noticed it. They passed through the cultural district with the theaters that were bright with flashing lights and scrolling marquees, announcing Newsies, Cat on a Hot Tin Roof and Wicked, among others. They moved on through a short section of high-rise apartment buildings and small cafes then pulled to a stop in front of a hotel that Izumo had only ever seen in passing, but heard a lot about.

The Hotel Sycamore was the place to stay in the city. The most basic rooms were out of Izumo's price range and the suites were beyond even considering. They were often booked a year or more in advance and Izumo had heard that many of them included celebrities, foreign royalty and other dignitaries and, of course, CEOs like Itachi.

It was once an old textile factory back during the early part of the twentieth century and had made Historic Landmark status. Some billionaire in the fifties had converted it to the hotel, keeping the original brick, iron and stone fa�ade and refurbishing the interior. There was a wide entrance of shiny brass and glass doors, big green awning and, of course, the requisite red carpet in front.

Jake pulled up to the curb at the main entrance of the hotel. Izumo reached for the door before he remembered himself but Jake was pretty fast and was around the car, opening the door on Itachi's side before Izumo could do anything. Itachi stepped out and turned to wait for him. Once Izumo joined him on the sidewalk, Itachi took Izumo's hand and they turned toward the door.

As they walked up to the entrance, one of the doormen nodded. "Mr. Uchiha, nice to see you this evening. Welcome," he said, pulling the door open.

"Good evening, Andrew. How is Mrs. Aimes?"

"She's doin' just fine, thanks for asking."

"Glad to hear it, Andrew. Have a good night," Itachi said and turned to wait for Izumo to precede him into the building.

Izumo nodded to the doorman who smiled and nodded back, then stepped through the door. Izumo blinked at his� boyfriend. That word still gave him pause when he used it in conjunction with Itachi. "Do you come here often?"

Itachi smiled. "I do, in fact. This is one of my favorite restaurants. Which reminds me. Tonight is on me, since I asked you to dinner."

"Oh, well, thank you," Izumo mumbled, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He blushed. That was one thing he'd tried not to think about. If it came down to it, he could have put the dinner on his credit card, no matter where they went. It would have hurt, depending on where they ended up, but he'd have happily done it. That said, considering the restaurant they were heading to, Izumo was kind of glad that Itachi offered.

"I thought perhaps for our next date, you could take me out," Itachi said, catching up to him. One arm slid around Izumo's waist and Izumo looked at Itachi in pleased surprise, eyebrows going up. "Is this a problem?"

Izumo shook his head quickly. "No, of course not! I� well, I was going to ask. I just� didn't know when or� how," he finished a little lamely. He paused and closed his eyes. "I am so out of my league here," he muttered to himself.

Itachi chuckled. "Stop that." He reached out and turned Izumo's face toward him. "You belong with me. There is no league, here." He paused to consider Izumo for a long moment. "Are you happy when you're with me?"

Izumo chewed on his lip for a few seconds. "I'm still off-balance around you. So� yes� and, yet� I don't know."

"That's fair," Itachi allowed. "So how about we just relax and see if we can get that to mostly 'yes'?"

Izumo nodded. "That's fair," he echoed and Itachi smiled.

"Good." He turned and they moved into the inner part of the hotel. Izumo sucked in a breath.

The interior of the hotel had been restored very much like the exterior. Much of the wrought iron balconies and elevators were installed to look exactly like the factory did at its prime. The rooms were all along the outer wall of the building, with a wide, open atrium in the center. The ceiling was a glass skylight, now dark, showing the stars.

They stepped through a large archway, leading into the main part of the atrium. Lush plants, antique chairs and other seating as well as historic replicas from the factory decorated the first floor. A long, red-tiled walkway wove through the plants and displays and Itachi led the way onto this. Somewhere, a water fountain splashed and as they walked, Izumo saw that one end of the first floor hosted a bar made to look like one of the early assembly lines, the stools wooden and covered in red velvets. Opposite it was the long, wooden check in desk.

They turned left, following the tile path through the plants, curving around until they came to a stairway that led straight down to a glass enclosed, subterranean restaurant. The brass plate on the archway to the right read The Sycamore Kitchen. Izumo blinked at it and thought it didn't sound too expensive, if it had "kitchen" in the name.

Itachi pulled the door open for him and they stepped into the dimmer interior of the restaurant. It carried the factory theme inside, with more wood and wrought iron. It was set up in an almost cafeteria style with long tables set with benches on one side and individual seats opposite. There were some shorter tables, made to seat four or six and still others, rounded, that had semi-circular booths providing the seating.

The walls were in bare brick, the floor solid dark wood. The tables and trim were all in a light wood that Izumo guessed was supposed to be sycamore. Small potted ivies and candles sat in the centers of the tables and sconces and pictures of the original factory were interspersed along the walls. Many of the diners were at the smaller tables as well as the ends of the longer ones. Izumo guessed the middles were used as a last resort.

Itachi approached the ma�tre d'. "Good evening, Jacques."

"Good evening, Mr. Uchiha, how are you tonight?" The man asked. He was tall and slim with perfectly trimmed hair, a neat mustache and wore a dress shirt, vest and bowtie but no jacket. His expression was somewhere between professional politeness and mild annoyance. He turned and nodded at Izumo who pulled a polite smile out and nodded in return.

"Wonderful, thank you," Itachi said, smiling at Izumo and taking his hand.

Jacques's eyebrows went up slightly but he said nothing. Instead, he pulled the menus out and held a hand toward the restaurant. "If you'll follow me?"

"Of course. How are you this evening?" Itachi asked as they moved through the restaurant.

Izumo held onto Itachi's hand as they dodged patrons, rounding a corner in the restaurant to stop by a smaller four-seat table set for two. "I am doing quite well, thank you, Mr. Uchiha," he said as they stopped. "For tonight, I might suggest the salmon and if you do, we have a lovely '10 Pinot Noir from Ponsi that would go quite well with it."

"Thank you, Jacques," Itachi said, pulling Izumo's chair out for him. Izumo sat, unbuttoning his his jacket and listening to the tone in his boyfriend's voice. "We will keep that in mind."

Jacques bowed, laid the menus out over their plates and left.

"Jacques is not my favorite, here," Itachi murmured after he took his seat and considered the menu.

Izumo raised his eyebrows, a smirk of his own playing at his lips. "Really? I couldn't tell."

Itachi laughed. "Was I that obvious?"

Izumo shook his head. "I don't think so. I could just� tell. There's something about your voice when you're not pleased by what's happening but it's not very obvious. Or, perhaps, it's just when you're trying to hide it. I don't know exactly as, as far as I know, I haven't been on the receiving end of your displeasure." He frowned and muttered, "Yet," but apparently, Itachi didn't catch it.

Itachi's eyebrows went up. "Really? Well, that's� something," he said, turning back to the menu. "And no, you haven't." He said, glancing back up at Izumo who couldn't quite hide the sigh of relief. "So, do you like seafood?"

"Mmm. Yes, actually," Izumo said, reading over the menu. As he did, he realized that there were no prices and that certainly gave him pause. But he couldn't very well worry about the cost or which was more expensive if there were no amounts anywhere. Instead, he tried to just consider the options. "So, you said this was one of your favorite restaurants?"

Itachi nodded. "Yes. I love the atmosphere and the food is just fantastic. I can get fancy seafood, a burger or a pizza, if I want. There is also pasta, but if you do like seafood, the scallops are simply amazing."

Izumo turned the menu page to see the mentioned scallops and nearly drooled at the description. "They do look good."

Itachi nodded. "You should have them, then. There is a good salmon appetizer, but I like the seafood platter."

Izumo smiled, grateful for the suggestions. Itachi matched the smile and set his own menu down. "So, tell me something I don't know about you."

Izumo opened his mouth to speak when their server approached. She was tall, trim and efficient, setting water glasses out before speaking. "Good evening, Mr. Uchiha." She greeted Itachi then turned and nodded to Izumo. "Sir. What can I get for you this evening?"

"I'd like the scallops, please," Izumo said, setting the menu aside. He glanced up at Itachi who smiled.

"We'll have the seafood platter to start. I'd like the lobster and we'll have a bottle of the Ros� Damask."

"Very good, Mr. Uchiha, thank you," she said, smiling, as she gathered their menus and stepped away. They watched her leave in silence for a moment then Itachi turned back to Izumo.

"Now, tell me something I don't know about you," Itachi started again as he opened his napkin and put it in his lap.

Izumo focused on his own for a long moment as he thought it through. "I went to the local community college," he offered. "That's where I got my first degree."

"You did?" Itachi asked and Izumo nodded. "I've heard that it's a good program. Different, I mean, for IT."

"It is, actually. The four year college here doesn't offer the same things that community did. It had the newer technologies, newer operating systems. It also gave me the option of taking certification tests that the university didn't. So it seemed like the better idea."

"Sounds like it," Itachi agreed. "You certainly know what you're about now."

Izumo chuckled. "I didn't manage to fix your computer."

"That wasn't fair. I broke it on purpose. It wasn't supposed to work. How was I supposed to convince you to date me if you could fix it too quickly?" Itachi asked.

Izumo laughed. "That's true. Your turn."

Itachi sighed. "Well, you know all the stuff that's been on the news. How about this - I was in the military."

Izumo raised his eyebrows. "Really? What branch?"

"Army. When I� left� all those years ago, I� eventually ended up joining the army. I'm glad there were no wars," he said and chuckled.

Izumo nodded. "Me, too," he said, softly. Izumo watch Itachi drop eyes and fiddle with the water glass, so he floundered for something else to talk about. "Um� I like sci fi movies."

Itachi smiled. "You ought to see my collection. I also like fantasy, action� pretty much anything except the really stuffy dramas."

Izumo laughed. "That's about it for me, too. Um� Harry Potter?"

Itachi's smile turned into a grin. "Yup, got Harry. Gandalf?"

"Oh yeah. Ripley."

"You better believe it!" Itachi said. "But the second one."

"Yes. First isn't bad, but the third-"

"Sucks. Badly," Itachi finished and Izumo, grinning, nodded.

"Definitely." He paused. "And we won't even admit to the abomination that is the fourth."

"No, definitely not." Itachi agreed, nodding.

"Um� I'm a total geek. It's not just what I do for a living. I play games in the evenings and on the weekends, spend most of my time on the computer."

"I play games - Xbox, Playstation, that sort of thing. I've got all the consoles and most of the decent games. What do you play?" Itachi asked then paused when their wine was brought. The bottle was opened, cork offered and after Itachi approved it, a glass was poured for each of them before she disappeared again.

"Mostly MMOs, uh, massively-multiplayer online role playing games," Izumo said before Itachi could ask.

"Oh, which one?" Itachi asked.

"I've been playing Lord of the Rings Online for a while. I've sort of fallen in love with Middle Earth."

"Is it good? I've never played on the computer, just consoles."

Izumo nodded, smile spreading again. "Oh yeah. It's a wonderful game. I have an elf hunter, a dwarf guardian and a human captain. Haven't made a hobbit yet."

"Can they group? Like� work together like in the books and movies?" Itachi asked.

Their seafood platter arrived and they were quiet for a moment as they busied themselves with shrimp and lobster. "You mean the races?" Izumo asked finally and Itachi nodded. "Yes. Once you get out of the intro - very beginning of the game, you can group with different races." He smiled. "I can't believe you play video games."

Itachi raised his eyebrows. "Why not?"

"I� don't know?" He shook his head at himself. "I guess�" He stopped and shrugged. "I have no idea why. I guess I just thought a CEO wouldn't have time for something like that. I'm just� um� glad to hear it," he finished on a mumble.

"I can understand where you'd get that idea." Itachi smiled and Izumo breathed a tiny bit better. "Do you ever play on consoles?"

Izumo nodded. "Yeah, sometimes. Halo, Mass Effect, um, Call of Duty, that sort of thing."

Itachi smiled. "All excellent games."

Izumo glanced up and was brought to a stop at the sparkle in Itachi's eye, the look on that gorgeous face. Itachi was focused on him and only him and for whatever reason, for whatever failings Izumo had, this man either didn't see them or didn't care. Izumo tried to ignore the voice that said Itachi would get tired of him like everyone else did, would see those failings very clearly eventually and he pushed the thoughts back, forcing himself to think about now, instead. "We'll have to see who can kick whose ass."

"I look forward to it," Itachi said and they turned their attention to the food.
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