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New Years Kisses, Two Near Misses (Complete)	By : JaydenNara Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1209 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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It's been awhile, I do apologize... its been busy, but finals are upon me, and I'll be updating everything real soon, I swear.

New Years Kisses, Two Near Misses
Part III
Upon entering the bedroom, Itachi spotted his brother lying on the master bedroom floor. He didn't question how he'd ended up there, just tore away from the youngest Uzumaki and dropped to his knees beside the prone form.
"Naruto, here are my keys," he said, digging them out of his pocket. "Get my bag out of my car now." He tossed the keys over his shoulder without even looking, his eyes never leaving the unconscious form of his baby brother.
"Sasuke, can you hear me? It's Itachi." Hand on the pale forehead, fingers beneath the chin, Itachi tilted his brother's head back to open his airways and insure Sasuke could breath. The doctor leaned in, his head turning to the side to look down at his brother's body, his ear hovering over the parted lips. A hand rested on the bare chest. He released a sigh of relief when he felt the warm puffs of air against his cheek and watched and felt the gentle rise and fall of Sasuke's chest.
Naruto tore out of the house, naked as the day he was born. He quickly undid the lock to Itachi's car and grabbed the bag from the back seat, slamming the door harder than necessary before taking off to his house again.
The only thing running through his mind was that this was his fault. As he entered the room, he nearly ran into his brother. It was almost funny to Kyuubi at how his brother reminded him of their father. But with Sasuke's condition he resisted the smile.
"Here," Naruto panted as he placed the bag beside Itachi.
Snapping open the clasp, the doctor picked through the contents of the bag, finally pulling out a small flashlight. "Naruto, I need to know exactly what you two were doing when he collapsed," he ordered. Prying one of Sasuke's eyes open, he shone the light into it, the pupils shrinking instantly. Another good sign.
Naruto blushed at the question and answered nervously, "we...were having sex...and he just fell over..."
Unperturbed by the answer, Itachi continued his examination of Sasuke's body. "Were you in the middle of the act? What was the strain on his body? I need to know the exact details, Naruto."
"Damnit!" Naruto yelled. "He was riding me, we were close...and he just slumped over...I couldn't wake him." The blond turned an even darker shade of red if it was possible. He hated telling Itachi about their sex life especially after the threesome incident.
A stethoscope was pulled from the bag, Naruto's tone completely ignored. Itachi's main concern was for Sasuke. His little brother wasn't known for bouts of sudden loss of conscious. "Everyone quiet for a moment."
The cool metal of the stethoscope moved over the pale chest. Itachi's brow furrowed as he concentrated on the sound of Sasuke's shallow breathing and steady heartbeat. The inky eyes of the doctor fluttered open and the instrument was shifted to hang around his neck. "Have you two been fighting lately?"
"No we haven't, no more than usual," Naruto said as he knelt down by Itachi, studying the paler than normal face of his lover. "We had another go about Sai...but it wasn't that intense."
Itachi bit his lip to prevent himself from scolding the younger man. The entire state of affairs surrounding their socially inept friend was volatile. On more than one occasion, Itachi had listened patiently to his younger brother rant on the phone and offered advice and reassurance. Naruto loved Sasuke. There was never any doubt, but sometimes the blond was completely oblivious.
"Did he seem at all anxious earlier? Or did he seem to be suffering from shortness of breath, or heavier laboured breathing than what should be normal during intercourse?" Itachi asked, motioning for Kyuubi to join them.
"Yeah...I asked him about it...but he said he was fine," the blond answered shrugging his shoulders.
Nodding, the doctor closed his bag and stood, holding out a hand for Naruto and pulling the taller man to his feet. "Kyuubi," Itachi said, glancing over his shoulder at the redhead creeping forward. "Will you please carefully lift Sasuke back onto the bed?"
Itachi led Naruto around the bed and to the far side. With a gentle but firm hand on the broad chest, he compelled the young man to take a seat. A pair of orange boxers that couldn't be mistaken for anyone's but Naruto's were swiped from the floor and pressed into a tan hand. Squeezing the tan shoulder comfortingly, he then set about pulling back the blankets on the bed, preparing it for Sasuke's presence before returning to take a seat at the brooding Uzumaki's side.
Kyuubi did as asked, making sure not to jar Sasuke in the process. Once he had the younger Uchiha on the bed, he ruffled the black bangs a little before backing off. He stood along the wall with his arms crossed, not happy at all with the situation.
"Did I do that to him?" Naruto asked in a whisper, shamed that he had more than likely done that to Sasuke.
After a short internal debate, the doctor took a tan hand in his own and patted it lightly hoping to comfort the mournful blond man. Naruto was like a second brother to him, and it pained him just as much to see the little ball of sunshine lose his light.
"It seems that during intercourse, Sasuke suffered a panic attack," the doctor began, his voice soft and soothing. He wasn't placing blame on Naruto for what happened. "He'll be fine, but he'll need rest. When he wakes up, he'll likely be extremely tired. I want you to monitor him closely for the next few days, and make sure he's getting enough fluids and eats regularly. He'll be fine. Now why don't you go take a shower and calm yourself down. I'll stay here and watch him. When he wakes, we'll all talk a little more in detail."
Naruto nodded dumbly and stood from the chair, boxers still clasped in his free hand. He walked by his brother and offered him an apology at having seen him naked. Kyuubi made a joke that it wasn't the first time he'd seen his naked ass and it wouldn't be the last.
When the door shut to the bathroom, Kyuubi took the empty chair next to Itachi and grabbed his hand. "We're going to have to tell Naruto."
A soft resigned sigh filled the quiet, and the sounds of the shower starting up filtered through the door. "Yeah, we have no choice now..." Itachi murmured, his head dropping to rest on Kyuubi's shoulder. Never had he been more grateful for the company. "I think I'll stay here tonight just in case. You're welcome to join me."
"You wouldn't mind sharing the guest room?" Kyuubi asked shyly, his blue eyes searching Itachi for any kind of rejection.
"Not at all," Itachi hummed. The dark eyes fluttered shut with a soft groan. "The company would be much appreciated."
"I'm glad," Kyuubi rumbled sleepily.
Hearing a quiet moan and the rustle of sheets, Itachi gave Kyuubi a quick hug, and stood. He hurried around to the other side of the bed, and took a seat at Sasuke's side just in time to see the inky black eyes flicker open and stare blearily around the dimly light room.
"Hey otouto," the elder Uchiha whispered. A slender hand reached out to brush the raven bangs out of his brother's face. "Welcome back. How do you feel?"
Eyes blinking in confusion, Sasuke stared up at his older brother while trying to sort through his scrambled thoughts. "Tired," he finally said.
"You gave Naruto quite the scare," Itachi scolded lightly, taking Sasuke's hand and squeezing gently. "It seems you suffered a panic attack during intercourse with Naruto. Now, considering the circumstances, it's difficult to pinpoint the symptoms such as accelerated heart rate, sweating, or trembling, but I'm going to ask you a few questions, and I want you to be perfectly honest."
A light pink tint was visible on the pale cheeks of the younger Uchiha in the low light of the bedroom. Sasuke nodded resolutely, squeezing the larger hand back. It was always strange to see his caring, affectionate older brother go into doctor mode.
"Naruto tells me that you and he fought about Sai. Is that correct?" Itachi asked, and Sasuke nodded, his eyes downcast.
He couldn't help but think his baby brother was rather adorable at the moment with the light flush to his pale cheeks. It was evident that Sai was a touchy subject. "Are you currently in any discomfort?"
Sasuke shook his head, but stopped when the slight motion made the room spin. "Mostly I'm just tired," he admitted. His eyes flickered briefly over to Kyuubi pretending not to be listening in on their private conversation. "But I have a bit of a headache."
"Okay, we'll get you some water and pain medication in a minute," the doctor said patting the back of his patient's hand. "Now do you remember having intercourse with Naruto before losing consciousness?"
The already slightly pink cheeks of the youngest Uchiha coloured with a darker blush and Sasuke nodded. He was unable to meet his brother's eyes. Itachi always managed to phrase things in the most embarrassing way possible, and as an Uchiha, Sasuke could proudly say he was never embarrassed unless it came to his brother, and on occasion, his lover.
Aware of his brother's discomfort, Itachi ignored the impulse to tease his younger sibling, and kept his tone even and professional. "Now before losing consciousness, do you remember feeling any nausea, chest pains, or as if you were choking?"
The small raven lying in the bed finally looked up, the pale cheeks still stained with a light pink tint. "Choking, yes," he confirmed, and his free hand came up to gesture at his chest as he spoke. "I felt as if I couldn't breathe, as if I was being smothered. Also, maybe a little nausea, but nothing really noticeable."
It was at this point that neither Uchiha heard the telltale click of the bathroom door opening, or the flick of the light being turned off in the other room.
Itachi was running the information he had gathered through his mind, filing some away, comparing other tidbits, and checking the facts against a mental checklist. "What about sudden fear, loss of grip with reality, or detachment?"
The wall suddenly became very interesting to Sasuke. "All of the above," he mumbled. And then something broke. He looked back up at his brother, his eyes showing his insecurity and uncertainty. The slight hand tightened around his brother's. "I felt this inexplicable fear that I was losing Naruto, that he was going to leave me, and then I couldn't breathe. I felt dizzy and I couldn't stop shaking. I kept thinking that this couldn't be happening, that this wasn't me. I was watching this happen to someone else, that it couldn't possibly be me. Nii-san, what if I do lose him? What if Naruto leaves me?"
Sasuke was on the verge of hyperventilation, his imagination running wild with him. He had the mental image of Naruto running away with Sai and leaving him to live a long and happy life while he wasted away, alone and forgotten.
Acting on instinct, Itachi pulled his brother to sit up and crushed him to his chest in a warm hug. "You have nothing to be ashamed of and nothing to fear," he assured in a soothing tone. "Naruto loves you. When you collapsed, you should have seen the fear in his eyes. He was absolutely terrified that he'd hurt you."
Naruto couldn't believe his ears. He was the one who had hurt Sasuke and caused the attack. He hadn't known that Sasuke was so wary of Sai. And he couldn't believe that the Uchiha would think that Naruto would leave him for the other.
He felt as though he were intruding on a private moment between Itachi and Sasuke and retreated back to the bathroom, shutting the door quietly and sliding down to his butt. He brought his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around his legs.
Sai had been a friend since kindergarten. The other child was not very sociable and so he was susceptible to bullies. Naruto had tired of watching the same scene every day during recess, so he got up one day and started to defend Sai.
They had been friends from that day forward. Sai's parents had even taken him to a doctor and he was diagnosed with autism when it was apparent that something was wrong with him when he had entered middle school and still only had one friend.
Of course Sai relied a lot on Naruto for social interactions, so he would stay close and sometimes they would be touching, but it was a form of comfort to Sai when he didn't really know what to do.
Sasuke had always taken it the wrong way and had accused Sai of being in love with the blond but that wasn't the case. There was someone else who had caught the dark haired man's attention and he needed any kind of help and support that Naruto could give him. Sai hadn't even approached the person yet. He knew that people thought that Sai was in love with him, but that was bullshit. Sai was very much straight and the only male that he was even remotely comfortable with was Naruto.
He hugged his knees tighter. He thought he had explained everything thoroughly to Sasuke and it seemed that he had failed. His lover doubted him and that wasn't healthy for their relationship. He was at a loss as to what to do as he wept sitting on the floor.
The sound of the bathroom door closing softly reached Itachi's ears. He glanced over to notice that Naruto wasn't present, and the doctor immediately knew the younger man had heard their conversation. He shared a concerned look with Kyuubi before kissing his brother's forehead and laying him back in the bed.
"I'm going to go speak with Naruto," the doctor explained, stretching out his muscles as he stood. "Kyuubi, if you would be so kind as to find a glass of water and the pain killers in the main hallway bathroom, I would be grateful."
With a final inspection of his brother, Itachi closed the short distance to the bathroom and knocked on the door. "Naruto, I'm coming in," he announced, and without waiting for an answer pushed the door open, shoving the body hindering his movement along with it. He managed to slip through the small crack and closed the door behind him. Knees cracking as he crouched, the doctor looked down at the young man he considered a brother. Seeing the tears running down the tan cheeks, Itachi snatched the tissue box off the counter and handed it to the blond.
The sound of Naruto sniffling was the only sound in the small tiled room until Itachi felt the need to break the silence. "He's fine. It was a panic attack and nothing more. He has a headache and is fatigued as I suspected he would be, but other than that he's healthy."
"I caused it..." Naruto said, wiping his nose. "It was my fault..."
Itachi shook his head as he leaned forward and pulled the half naked body into a hug. "It's not your fault, Naruto," he said kindly. The formal tone he used when working was dropped. "Sasuke worked himself up to the point of being illogical. You are in no way to blame. I promise."
"But if I had told him about Sai and how he's trying to land a girl..." The blond sobbed as he gripped the fabric of Itachi's tighter. "Sai's never been in love with me. I know you guys believe that...but it's not true."
"I know Sai is not in love with you, but the truth is, Sai hates Sasuke. He's been manipulating him for years. From a medical standpoint, his behavior towards you does not match the characteristics of his illness. He has been taking advantage of your lack of knowledge."
"What?" Naruto asked shocked, pulling away from Itachi. "I'll kill that asshole!"
Itachi sighed and climbed back to his feet, his hand held out for Naruto. "We can discuss this further tomorrow, but right now I think Sasuke needs some reassurance that you still love him and you're not going to leave him. He's still coming down from the anxiety."
"Okay," the blond answered, gathering his thoughts and trying to kill the rage directed towards Sai. He went out into the bedroom and shyly approached the bed, stopping short of it, waiting for Sasuke's permission to climb into the bed.
Hearing Naruto's approach, Sasuke looked up from where he had been watching Kyuubi try to balance the pill bottle on his nose. "Hey..."
"Hi..." Naruto said lamely, his arms dangling uselessly by his side.
"Why are you standing there like a moron," Sasuke finally snapped. Tact and empathy were not traits the young Uchiha possessed. He wanted Naruto in bed with him, but his pride wouldn't allow him to ask for forgiveness.
Naruto crawled into the bed and wormed his way under the blankets, but he still kept his distance. He wasn't sure how to deal with this at the moment. All of Sasuke's fears resurfaced in his mind and he buried his face in Sasuke's neck, hugging the other tightly while he apologized over and over.
Sasuke's face was hidden in the soft blond spikes of his boyfriend's hair. "Please don't leave me, Naruto..."
"I'm not Sasuke...I'm so sorry," the blond began to sob at how broken Sasuke sounded. And it was his fault, there was no way around it.
An arm slipped around Kyuubi's waist and the exhausted doctor leaned heavily into his side. "I think they need time to work this out. I've told Naruto."
"M'kay," Kyuubi mumbled sleepily as he wound his own arm around Itachi's waist. Together they left the room, making sure to shut the door quietly.
The arm around his waist steered him towards the guest room, the very same room they had first met in only days ago and shared the most memorable hour of Itachi's life. Once they were safely in the room, the lights still off and the door closed, the doctor collapsed to the bed. He was both mentally and physically tired. "I hurt so much right now," he moaned, stretching his limbs till his joints popped.
"I've been told I give wicked massages," Kyuubi purred as he moved behind Itachi and brought his arms around the other's waist.
"Mmm..." Itachi leaned back into the hard body. "Then please, work your magic."
"Well, first you'll have to remove your shirt and tell me if you would like me to use lotion." Kyuubi said as he nipped an ear playfully.
The black tie around his neck was pulled off and tossed on the chair next to the bed. Soon, his shirt followed. "If you can scrounge up lotion, I wouldn't object," the Uchiha smirked.
Kyuubi nodded as he headed to the night stand and began to dig around for the lotion that he knew Naruto kept there. When he found it, there was a little more than enough to use for the back massage he was to give Itachi.
When the redhead turned around he noticed that the Uchiha was already on the bed without his shirt on. Kyuubi couldn't help but lick his lips at the display of pale skin before him. He quickly climbed the bed and settled on Itachi's back, making sure that he was in a spot that wouldn't hurt his lover.
Itachi stretched out on the mattress, his head resting on his folded arms, and Kyuubi's weight comfortable on his lower body. "I think that if I'm half naked, you should be too."
"Really? I think you just want a show..." Kyuubi purred as he removed his shirt. "Too bad you can't see it."
"Oh, my time will come," Itachi playfully shot back. Kyuubi was so easy to talk to, something he'd never found with another human being other than his brother, and even then it had taken years to build that rapport. "Now where is this magnificent massage I was promised, hmmm?"
"Coming your way right now m'lord," Kyuubi answered with a horrendous English accent as he spread the lotion on his hands and then began to dig into Itachi's shoulders.
A drawn out moan filled the silence of the room as Kyuubi kneaded the tense and knotted muscles of Itachi's shoulders and neck. Kyuubi's warm hands moving deftly over his skin had him rethinking his current masseuse. The muscles relaxed, and Itachi could feel the tension leaving his body. "I think you missed your calling," he groaned.
"Really?" Kyuubi asked surprised. "I know people said my massages were good, but I thought they were saying it to make me feel better about myself."
"Kyuubi." The Uchiha's voice dropped lower, his tone serious. "You need to have more confidence in yourself. You seem to have this idea in your head of who you are, and from what I've observed, you don't see yourself clearly. People probably compliment you every day and you brush them off thinking they are humouring you, but I am telling you now, that is not true. I will never lie to you Kyuubi. Please trust me."
"Well...maybe I can go back to school to be a masseuse. But if they tell me I suck, I'm tying you up and not letting you come for days," the redhead teased as he leaned down and nipped at the slender neck.
"Promises, promises," the elder man murmured, the playful teasing back in his voice. Another moan escaped, and the inky black eyes fluttered closed as the nimble fingers worked their magic.
"I can give you more than promises..." Kyuubi said, his voice filled with sin as his hands slipped down to the swell of Itachi's ass.
The muscles beneath the tan hands flexed as Itachi moaned in appreciation. He hadn't been touched like this in years, and while the logical part of his brain told him he should pull back on the reins, his raging libido had his cock hard and leaking in his black dress pants.
Kyuubi kept working the muscles just above Itachi's butt, loving the moans that were escaping Itachi's lips. When it was apparent that Itachi was keeping tight control over himself, Kyuubi switched to plan B and began to nip along the dark haired man's shoulder blades as he kneaded the muscles.
"Kyuu..." The name was almost a growl, warning the naughty redhead of imminent danger. It was taking all of Itachi's self control not to melt under Kyuubi's attentions. Continually, Kyuubi somehow managed to strip his restraint and pull him out of his shell to engage in activities he would normally never consider.
The redhead smirked against Itachi's skin as his hands wandered from Itachi's ass to wiggle under his chest, teasing the hardening nubs as he nipped the juncture between neck and shoulder. Itachi's breath hitched as he gently pinched a nipple and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger.
"Does this service come with every massage...?" Itachi hissed at the new sensation. His nipples had never been all that sensitive before, but his body seemed so attuned to the pleasure Kyuubi had to offer him. The long thin fingers fisted the navy blue duvet he was laying on, and the older man's back arched, his chest rising only a few inches off the mattress. The hard bulge of Kyuubi's cock against the cleft of his ass made the dark eyes of the Uchiha widen at the revelation.
"Only for you," Kyuubi purred as his hands dipped lower and teased the bit of skin above Itachi's trousers as he rubbed his erection against the pert ass.
Breath coming in short pants, Itachi found himself pushing back against Kyuubi and encouraging his advances. His body hummed with an unfamiliar warmth that spread through his veins like wild fire. Weight supported on his forearms, head bowed and eyes closed, the smaller body squirmed. Kyuubi's fingers awakened every nerve in his body as he mewled beneath Kyuubi like a hungry man starved for affection.
Kyuubi chuckled as his hand dipped under the waist of the pants and teased Itachi's hipbone, his hand never going to the awakening erection. Instead he took his time exploring the body under him and tenderly caressed the skin, memorizing every spot he came into contact with.
"You're playing with me..." the doctored breathed. "Why..." His hips snapped forward in search of stimulation, anything to relieve the building desire in his body only to be left wanting. A startled throaty cry filled the room as blunt nails raked across the sensitive flesh of his lower abdomen and hips, the sharp stimulation making his cock pulse with need in his trousers.
"I've never had the chance to explore another's body like this..." Kyuubi whispered sadly as he stilled his hands, breath shaky. "Am I not pleasing you?"
"Oh god... why are you stopping!" Itachi cried. The slender body trembled, fingers clawing at the covers as the Uchiha sought out the ecstasy that had his mind clouded with arousal.
Kyuubi blinked at the cry, his hand making its way to the other's weeping erection and taking it in his hand, stroking it slowly as the other went to the older man's nipple and pinched it lightly, earning a gasp from the Uchiha. The redhead couldn't help but ground his hips into the other's ass, the moans that were escaping Itachi's lips were sinful and went straight to his libido.
"I want you so bad," Kyuubi whispered with heavy breath into Itachi's ear. "I want you to ride me hard."
Kyuubi's words went straight to his groin, his cock leaking over the warm hand encircling his engorged flesh. Head nodding fervently, a low wanton moan fell from his lips. He wanted Kyuubi so badly. Attraction was something he rarely felt towards another being, but the yearning to belong to the younger man, to have him claim him was overwhelming his senses.
"Take me... Kyuu, just take me, I'm yours..." The nervousness he should have felt for his first time bottoming was nearly nonexistent. His heart fluttered at the thought of Kyuubi filling him, but he unequivocally trusted Kyuubi, a man who was nearly a complete stranger, to be kind and gentle with him.
Kyuubi didn't say anything as he flipped the older man over and searched the dark eyes for any sign of doubt. When none was found, the redhead closed in for a passionate kiss, completely dominating Itachi as his hands slid down to undo the pants. He helped the other man out of his pants and threw them to the side.
He moved to the dresser to find the lube that he knew Naruto had put there. Clutching it tightly in his hand when he found it, he went back to Itachi and started to kiss his neck, moving down the other's body until he reached the heavy erection. He gave it a long lick, blue eyes locking onto obsidian.
Completely exposed, his body naked and laid out for Kyuubi's viewing pleasure, a shiver ran through the pale body of the Uchiha as the lust filled azure eyes turned on him. He released a strangled cry as the slick appendage circled the head of his cock tasting the precum beading at the slit.
"Kyuu..." the wanton man whined, his thin pale fingers tangling in the fiery locks of red hair.
The redhead continued to suck the head of Itachi's cock, his tongue darting into the slit as he squeezed lube onto his fingers. He brought his hands under the older man's hips and shifted them up so he could have better access. He circled the puckered opening a few times before pushing his finger in gently, continuing to suckle Itachi's erection.
Dark eyes clenched tightly, the virgin muscles clamping down around the invading digit to try to force the foreign object from his body. "Fuck..." Itachi hissed, fingers tightening their grip in the silky hair. Kyuubi's talented mouth was doing little to distract him from the tender burn of a second finger sliding in.
Kyuubi slowly prepared Itachi, drawing it out as much as possible. He didn't want to hurt the older man. He moved his mouth from the heavy erection and tongued Itachi's balls, the other's hips arching up into his mouth.
A garbled version of Kyuubi's name tumbled out of the parted pink lips. The sensitive sac was sucked into the warm wet heat of his lover's mouth, and Itachi's spine arched away from the bed. He'd never known just how gratifying it would be to have his balls teased and pleasured. He could feel the pressure inside that his expertise as a doctor screamed was the unfamiliar feeling of his prostate being stimulated and aroused by Kyuubi's thick tan fingers probing the pleasure gland.
"Are you ready for me?" Kyuubi's voice was laced with seduction as he tugged his pants off, erection springing free.
"Yes..." The trembling thighs spread wider welcoming Kyuubi. The pale hands trailed over the tan body as the younger man came to hover over him. Itachi stared up at the heavy lidded eyes darkened with lust with his own deep onyx orbs mirroring the emotions back, or so the Uchiha hoped. His body stiffened, his grip tightening on the thick biceps when the blunt head of Kyuubi's engorged cock pressed against his entrance.
The redhead gently pushed forward, muttering sweet nothings into Itachi's ear as the other tensed at the discomfort of being filled. He took a deep breath when he was fully seated. He gently pushed Itachi's hair away from his forehead and kissed the sweaty skin tenderly.
"As a physician, I should not be condoning the anal insertion of objects into my body," Itachi hissed through gritted teeth as his muscles were breached for the first time. A cold sweat broke out over his body, nails digging into the tan flesh as he panted harshly when Kyuubi came to a halt fully seated inside him.
The pain was nearly unbearable, excruciating bolts shooting up his spine. Kyuubi's fingers had been no preparation for the thickness splitting him open. The Uchiha couldn't even begin to comprehend how his brother bottomed several times a day, and, if Naruto was to be believed, begged for it. "Oh fuck... I... fuck..."
"Do you want me to pull out?" Kyuubi asked worried that he was doing the worst job in the history of all mankind.
Itachi shook his head adamantly, eyes still clenched shut. "No... just give me a minute. I've never done this before."
"Just tell me when you're ready and I'll move," the redhead said as he gently ran his large hand through the other's hair.
Opening his eyes, it was a fight to keep the pain out of his expression, Itachi leaned into the comforting touch. Kyuubi was so insecure. Itachi was struggling to reassure the man while coping with the monster cock inside him.
Five minutes of his lover petting his hair and caressing his skin lovingly, the Uchiha finally nodded. "Okay, I'm ready," he mumbled. His hips gave an experimental roll, pain still shooting through him, but it had lessened considerably.
Kyuubi slowly pumped into Itachi, letting the other get used to the feel of being invaded. He could tell that the older man was still uncomfortable so Kyuubi aimed his erection for the bundle of nerves that would drive Itachi crazy while he grabbed the erection that was between their bodies.
Itachi's fingers closed around Kyuubi's wrist, preventing him from stroking his cock and shook his head. "Not yet," he grunted. He tugged the tan hand away, directing it to rest on his hip.
Legs wrapping around Kyuubi's waist, Itachi focused on lifting his hips and thrusting back, his brow furrowed in concentration as he worked to find the right rhythm. There was no sudden spark of pleasure, just the head of Kyuubi's cock brushing past his prostate and slowly stimulating the gland. It was gradual, but he could feel the growing pressure.
Kyuubi quickened his pace, his hands tightly gripping the older man's hips. "Fuck 'tachi, I wish you could see how you're swallowing my cock."
The sting of the initial penetration was gone, an unfamiliar pleasure taking its place as Kyuubi's hips snapped forward, the thick cock impaling him over and over again. His head fell back against the mattress, mouth wide and eyes staring unseeingly up at the white ceiling. The sounds of their lovemaking filled the room, soft pants and moans echoing around them. Itachi's mind was far away, he could barely string a few words together to express what it was he was feeling, and by this point, he didn't really know what he wanted more.
"Fuck, Kyuu..." the overwhelmed doctor cried out, his voice slowly rising in volume. He'd never been all that vocal during sex, until now. "I need... I need more. I feel so full... Your cock stretching me, filling me... more..."
"That's it 'Tachi, take my cock," the redhead moaned as he drove his hips faster into the smaller body. "Fuck baby...you feel so good."
The legs around his waist tightened and Kyuubi flipped their positions. Itachi was now straddling his groin, his legs lewdly spread on the mattress. The younger man took a strong hand, grabbed the long silky hair and pulled Itachi down for a hungry kiss, driving his hips up into the man.
Itachi cried out, his moans swallowed by the needy kiss as his prostate was assaulted from a new angle. He pushed back against Kyuubi to meet his lover's hips every thrust, taking the cock harder and deeper. The swollen leaking cock was trapped between their precum slickened abdomens as their bodies moving sensually against each other stroked him close to completion.
"That's it, fuck yourself on my cock," Kyuubi said as he sat up, his cock going deeper into Itachi. The older man arched his back and all the redhead could hear were the pleas for completion coming from that sweet mouth.
He could feel his orgasm building as Itachi rode him hard, the older man's erection bobbing between their slick stomachs. Kyuubi manoeuvred a hand to the cock and began to stroke in time with his thrusts, making Itachi bite his neck.
Blunt nails clawed at the tan biceps as the Uchiha struggled to ground himself, his desperate sobs into the caramel flesh of his lover's neck begging for his release. "Kyuubi... please, oh god, please... I need to... I'm... I'm... Kyuubi!"
Muscles contracting around the cock impaling him, Itachi came, his mind going blank as thick gobs of his seed spurted between their bodies. In the back of his mind he vaguely registered his partner following him over the edge, his clenching hole milking his lover. Trembling and shivering, a sheen of sweat covering his body, he collapsed against his lover completely exhausted both emotionally and physically.
Kyuubi howled as Itachi clamped down on his cock, filling his lover to the brim with his seed. Exhausted, he fell back, bringing the smaller body with him. They laid there for some time, each trying to catch their breath and coming down from their high. The redhead threaded his fingers through Itachi's long dark hair, loving the feel of it.
Itachi closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of his lover's fingers running through his hair as he slowly came back down to earth. "That was..."
"Bad? Horrible? Good? Fantastic?" Kyuubi mumbled, not wanting to really know the answer. For him it had been the best experience in his life and he would hate if Itachi had not felt the same.
"Incredible..." Itachi breathed cuddling into the larger body.
"Really?" Surprise laced the tone of Kyuubi's voice.
Completely exhausted and thoroughly sated for the first time in his life, Itachi didn't even hear Kyuubi's shocked reply. The doctor had slipped off into slumber, lulled to sleep by the steady heartbeat beneath his head and Kyuubi's arms wrapped tightly around him.
The redhead knew that the other man was asleep by his breathing. Deciding that he would ask his question later, he found the covers and pulled them over their bodies. He gently pulled his softened cock out of Itachi and hugged the man closer to his body and fell asleep, content for the first time in a long while.

"Have a good evening Doctor Uchiha," a pretty nursed called from the nurses station. She twirled dirty blond hair around her finger, batting her eyelashes and biting her lip in a failing attempt to look seductive.
Not even a glance was spared at the nurse, Itachi briskly striding past on his way to the front entrance, bag in hand. All he wanted was to go home, eat a small meal, and relax on the couch. It had been three days since his night with Kyuubi, their first date so to speak, though Itachi wasn't someone who would give it up on the first date. His three one night stands were the exception when he had found himself in desperate need of release and a warm body. His mind had wandered all day, but never once did his work suffer. Itachi was a firm believer that his personal life should almost never affect his work. But still, that didn't stop him from being distracted when all he wanted was to feel the redhead's warm body wrapped around him, and hear the deep baritone murmur seductively in his ear.
Not one to be dissuaded, the nurse quickly stepped out from behind the desk putting her body between Itachi's and the exit. "Would you like to go out for drinks sometime after work?" she asked, her eyes hopeful.
Finding his path blocked, Itachi stopped, his eyes narrowing at the bothersome object inhibiting his hasty exit. "No."
The doctor went to slip past her but was stopped by a simple hand on the arm. The dark eyes snapped down to the offending appendage before observing the ballsy nurse with an unreadable expression. The girl must have been new, or just stupid.
"Are you already seeing someone?" she enquired looking coyly up at the raven haired doctor. Her manicured nails traced an invisible pattern on the sleeve of his suit jacket.
"Ye..." Itachi had to stop himself. Truthfully, he wasn't seeing anyone. He didn't even know where he stood with Kyuubi, but he knew he wanted more than just that one night from the younger man. He wanted a future.
Since their night together, Itachi hadn't heard from the other man. The following morning, Itachi's pager had gone off. After hastily scribbling a note explaining his absence and asking Kyuubi to call him later using his cell number listed at the bottom, a number he never gave to anyone outside his family, he had taken off for the hospital in the same clothes he'd worn the day before. Now three days later he was feeling the fool. Kyuubi still hadn't called and Itachi wasn't going to ask his younger brother for answers.
"No," the Uchiha finally said removing the hand from his person. "I don't mix business and pleasure." Without anther world, the doctor exited the hospital, the doors swishing closed after his departure.
The loud beep of his Mercedes disarming echoed through the emptying lot. Setting his black bag on the roof of the beautiful piece of machinery, Itachi unlocked the driver's side door. The bag was tossed in the back seat, and he slipped into the cold leather seat. He slammed the door behind him, his head falling back against the headrest with an aggravated sigh.
"Why won't you get out of my head," he groaned.

Kyuubi yawned as he tried to keep his eyes open. He had worked the past three days in a row. He was pretty sure he smelled bad, but he couldn't get Itachi out of his head. He had tried to decipher the note, but all he had gotten out of it was that Itachi had gone to work. The redhead had tried to read the number scribbled at the bottom of the note, but it was no use. And from the noises that were being emitting from his brothers room, he didn't want to disturb them.
He caught sight of the Mercedes leaving the hospital garage and Kyuubi tailed the man. He held back another yawn as they weaved through traffic. He wished he hadn't volunteered to work the last three days. Three of the guards had been fired for not doing their job. And the company was going to hire temps, but Kyuubi had stepped up and said he would handle things until they could hire new people.
He was thankful that it had only taken three days. He had been unable to sit in on the interviews since he had taken all the shifts. But that was fine by him, he hated those things anyway. He turned the volume up on his radio, the riffs of thrash metal filling the vehicle helping him to stay awake.
He didn't know how he made it to Itachi's place. All he knew was that he needed to crash soon. When he parked the truck, he stumbled out of it and slammed the door harder than necessary. He was sure he looked drunk if anyone had been around to see his state of unbalance.
The redhead heard the opening of a door and quickly made his way to the large front porch. It was easy to tell that this house had been inspired by the South's plantation houses. The large wrap around porch seemed to go on and on and it even had a swing. He carefully made his way up the steps and rang the doorbell, leaning on the frame. When Itachi opened the door, Kyuubi smiled and then proceeded to pass out, falling forward with his mane of hair flying behind him.
Itachi barely had time to register that Kyuubi, the man he had been fantasizing about for the last seventy two hours, was standing on his front porch. It was a bit of a shock. Other than his brother, Naruto and his best friend, no one had ever been to his house before. It was his sanctuary of sorts.
A spark of surprise and joy flitted through the inky eyes, the first show of life in days, before Kyuubi's knees buckled. On instinct, he caught the man falling through his door stumbling backwards under the weight of the larger body. Completely exhausted from a double shift at the hospital, Itachi's own legs gave out as he tripped over a fold in the hall rug. He fell backwards, his arms tightening protectively around Kyuubi and his head tilting in to avoid an unnecessary concussion. His breath was forced from his lungs as his body absorbed the impact, shielding Kyuubi from harm.
"Kyuu..." Itachi wheezed. He coughed gasping for air. "Kyuubi, can you hear me?"
"I'm tired..." The redhead whispered as he nuzzled the chest under his chin and wrapped his arms around the slender torso.
Hand rubbing circles on Kyuubi's back, Itachi lay on his hallway floor, door wide open, staring up at the ceiling. His heart was battering wildly against his rib cage, partly from the scare of having a full grown man collapse on him, but mostly from the fact that Kyuubi was here. After three days of silence from the younger man, he had started believing all he had been was a bed warmer.
"Kyuu, love," Itachi murmured. His chest still ached from having the wind knocked out of him, and the extra weight wasn't helping. Not that he wanted to let Kyuubi go. "Let's get you to bed, okay? Come on. Think you can stand? It's not far, and you can go back to sleep, I promise."
"Really?" Kyuubi asked after a few minutes had passed. He was quite comfortable where he was, but the promise of a bed seemed divine and he couldn't help but want to sleep on it.
"M'kay." He said as he struggled to stand, leaning against the wall once he had stood.
After a few minutes of panting on the floor, his eyes watching Kyuubi's slumped form, Itachi managed to clamber to his feet and shut the front door, the deadbolt clicking into place. He didn't even question why the other man was at his home, or how he knew where he lived, but kissed a tan cheek. Arm securely around the taller man's waist, he led Kyuubi across the marble floor of the foyer and up the sweeping staircase that dominated the room. It was a bit of a struggle with the heavier body leaning on him for support as they staggered down the hallway, but he managed to guide Kyuubi into his bedroom.
"'tachi, you mad at me?" Kyuubi slurred as the other man helped him onto the bed. He tried to get his limbs to move, but they just weren't cooperating. He turned large sad blue eyes to Itachi. "Help?"
"No, I'm not mad at you," Itachi murmured. "But let's get you to bed before I have to treat you for exhaustion." He tugged off both of Kyuubi's boots, and with a bit of a struggle, stripped Kyuubi down to his boxers. The security guard uniform was folded neatly over the chair in the corner of the room.
Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, the dark eyes of the Uchiha raked over the gorgeous body. A shiver of lust ran through Itachi as he appreciated the toned muscles and tan skin. Snapping out of his inappropriate staring, he took Kyuubi's temperature with the inside of his wrist, but found the skin rather cool. Satisfied, he tucked the younger man in and kissed the furrowed brow.
"You rest, love," he ordered, but his voice was soft. "I'll be back in a bit. I just need to eat dinner then I'll join you, okay?"
Kyuubi snuggled into the covers as he nodded his head, satisfied that Itachi was not mad at him. He could feel the faint press of lips against his forehead, before the sound of feet shuffled out of the room. He took a deep breath and could smell Itachi on the sheets that he had pulled up around his head. Content that he was safe, the redhead drifted off into a restful sleep.
One barely edible tv dinner and a hot shower later, Itachi was crawling into bed beside his unexpected guest. To his great surprise and pleasure the younger man rolled over, the lean arms constricting around him and drawing him against the broad chest. Long past the point of exhaustion, Itachi didn't even have time to reflect on Kyuubi's presence in his home and bed. The dark eyes drifted shut and didn't open again that night.

The sunlight filtered through the window and hit the tanned face without mercy. Groaning, the redhead rolled over and pulled the warm pillow closer to him. He nuzzled the nice warm skin and started to drift back to sleep when he shot awake, not remembering what had happened the previous night.
"What the hell?" He yelled, shoving his body away from the other person, his posterior meeting the floor in a bruising way.
Startled, Itachi shot up in the bed, his eyes scanning the room for the source of the disturbance. When his gaze finally landed on the tangle of tan limbs on his bedroom floor a thin manicured eyebrow rose in question. "Is this the normal start to your day? Because if it is, we're going to have a problem."
"Ummm...how did I get here?" Kyuubi asked as he untangled himself. "I don't remember a thing from last night..."
"Well, let's see..." the Uchiha said, leaning back and propping himself up on his elbows. His head fell back, tilting to the side, his hair a silky curtain, as he thought back to the night before, the memories a bit foggy. "I seem to remember a knock at my door, and then a body collapsing and knocking me over when I answered. After that I believe you decided to use me as a pillow on the floor until I promised a bed. Then here we are."
Blue eyes blinked as Kyuubi stood. "I came here? Why can't I remember?"
"Exhaustion," the doctor stated. "You were dead on your feet, love. Nearly killed myself dragging your body upstairs, but the spectacular view later more than made up for it."
The redhead gently climbed back into bed. "I'm sorry," he whispered as he placed his hands in his lap and sat there, his red hair creating a curtain around him, hiding his face.
"Why?" the older man asked. The veil of fiery hair was swept back so the doctor could peer up at the downcast face.
"I almost killed you, I'm a lousy lover, and I'm guessing I also stalked you here." Kyuubi said diverting his blue eyes. "I'm not even sure if there is an us."
"Kyuubi, I was being facetious..." Itachi said slowly. "As for us... are you working today?"
"No...I'm off the rest of the week." He said slowly. "But I'm not sure if I want to go back..."
Laying back in the bed, head resting comfortably on his pillow, Itachi extended an arm to Kyuubi, bidding the younger man to come lay with him. Kyuubi's tone was a little worrying. "Tell me what's wrong, love."
The redhead dove for the other man's chest, burying his face into the chest. "I just feel that my life is going nowhere and that you'll realize that I'm not worth it. The other night was my first time topping...I...I'm afraid I'm too inexperienced for a man such as you..."
"Kyuu, please stop with the self depreciation. It's a very unattractive quality in ones partner," Itachi said sternly, taking the initiative and claiming the younger man as his. "You are perfect just the way you are, and I wouldn't leave you for the world. To be entirely honest, that was the first time I have ever allowed myself to submit to another, and I could never regret it."
"I was just so...devastated when you left, until I saw the note. I wanted to track you down, but I couldn't read the number...I didn't want you to think that I had abandoned you...I'm such a mess," the redhead said as he drew circles on the side of Itachi's stomach. "I'm glad you didn't regret it. Kabuto would never let me top..."
The pale arms constricted around the larger body and the dark eyes clenched shut. "I'm not like Kabuto," Itachi whispered. "I never will be... I promise."
"I know you're not like him. I want to know what real lovemaking is Itachi, I want to wash the memory of his touch away," Kyuubi whispered, gripping the body under him tightly. "I want to feel pleasure and not pain at being taken."
Rolling their bodies, Itachi settled himself comfortably between Kyuubi's thighs, his hand cupping the redhead's morning wood. "Then let me show you what it means to be truly loved..." he murmured. He leaned in catching the stunned man in a heated kiss. The hand dipped beneath the boxers and curled around the thick erection stroking the arousal while his own teasingly rubbed against the tight puckered entrance. "All you have to say is no, and I will stop."
"I want you..." Kyuubi said with no hint of hesitation, pressing his ass against the erection.
Lips devouring Kyuubi's, the doctor wasted no time divulging them both of the only barrier. He hissed as their heated skin came into contact for the first time in days. It felt like an eternity since he'd been with the younger man.
Kyuubi arched up into the smaller body, skin to skin contact was so much better. His hands made their way to Itachi's dark hair and he tangled his fingers into the locks. "Please 'Tachi," he begged against the soft lips.
"That's right, love," Itachi moaned. His lips lay soft kisses over the swollen lips and the flushed caramel skin before nibbling down the strong jawline. "Let me hear you..."
Kyuubi let out a low long moan as Itachi's teeth gently nipped his skin. He raised his hips to get more contact with the other man. He rubbed against the other man, precum slicking the way. His hands moved to the pale pert ass, squeezing it and driving the hips forward for that much needed contact.
"Please, 'tachi...I want your mouth...everywhere..." The redhead arched, moaning loudly, as the sinful mouth attached itself to a nipple and lightly bit the erect nub.
Itachi laved Kyuubi with attention, his tongue swirling over one of the pert dusky pink buds. With a few final lewd slurps, he bit down, Kyuubi howling above him and the fingers tightening in his hair. He lapped apologetically at the abused flesh and turned to give the same treatment to its neglected mate.
"Please..." Was the only word that Kyuubi could form. He arched up as his lover paid attention to his nipple while his other hand played with the other. His fingers were brushing over the sensitive nub, twisting it, scraping it. It was the most pleasure the redhead had ever gotten from a lover.
Fingertips still teasing the hard abused nipples, Itachi began moving down over the hard tan body leaving a trail of love bits in his wake. His tongue dipped into the redhead's belly button as he manoeuvred the tan thighs to spread wider. Teeth scrapping along the trail of fiery hair that led to the prize left little doubt in his mind that Kyuubi was a natural redhead. It was his first time seeing the younger man in the light, and he liked what he could see. The weeping erection proudly jutting out from the toned body was completely ignored, the doctor bypassing the hard length begging for attention in favour off suckling the sensitive sac beneath.
The redhead tried to arch but strong slender hands on his hips kept him from doing so. He couldn't speak, the only thing coming from his mouth were intangible words. His hands tightened in the dark locks as his feet dug into the bed. Never had anyone done this for him before and he couldn't believe how wonderful it felt. Itachi's tongue was doing sinful things to his sensitive sac and the redhead opened blue eyes to see that dark head licking his balls lewdly.
"Fuck 'tachi...more...fuck me...use me...anything...please." He was finally able to utter coherent words.
The dark head rose, the inky eyes locking on the blue darkened with lust. "I'm not going to fuck you, I'm not going to use you," Itachi murmured. His breath ghosted over the head of Kyuubi's heated flesh. The cock twitched and Itachi swiped his tongue over the weeping head tasting the beads of precum dribbling down the blood engorged head. "I'm going to love you, thoroughly and completely."
Itachi engulfed the thick cock, his throat constricting around the hard flesh. Wasting no time, he began to bob his head sucking on his prize.
The tanned body shot off the bed as best it could with the pale hands gripping its hips. Kyuubi screamed in pleasure as that wonderful moist heat circled around his aching cock. He tried to dive deeper into it, but the strong hands kept him from doing so.
"Gods, Itachi...please..." The redhead moaned, his head tossing. "Please...baby..."
Amongst the moans and screams of pleasure, neither heard the front door of the house slam shut or the footsteps on the stairs. "Yo, 'tachi! It's your day off, and we're gonna get you la..." The loud boisterous voice died off as the bedroom door swung open. "Holy shit!"
Itachi immediately released the cock with a faint pop as it slid from his mouth and he crawled up Kyuubi's body. The sheets were roughly tugged up to cover their nude bodies. Finally peering over his shoulder at the hulking form of the six foot seven giant in the doorway, the Uchiha fixed the newcomer with a terrifying glare that promised death.
"Kisame, I did not give you a key to invade my privacy," he growled at his best friend.
"Dude, who's the chick?" Kisame asked bluntly, but the man had never had much in the way of tact. Itachi's body was effectively blocked his view, and all he could see were hints of smooth tan flesh and long red hair.
Kyuubi immediately sat up, snarling, "I'm not a fucking chick, dude."
Itachi snorted and pushed Kyuubi back down. "Excuse my friend," he apologized. "He's a bit of an idiot. In fact, he makes Naruto look like a genius."
"Hey!"
"He better not call me a chick again," Kyuubi warned as he settled down into the mattress, hands trailing over Itachi's skin.
Chuckling, Itachi leaned in to peck the irritated scowl on the redhead's lips. "Kisame," he said looking back over his shoulder. "Allow me to introduce my boyfriend, Kyuubi Uzumaki."
Blue eyes blinked in confusion at the sentence. The only word he had heard was boyfriend. Not even paying attention to Kisame, blue eyes turned to look into obsidian. "Really?" The whisper was so low he didn't know if Itachi had heard him or not.
The lips moved, but Itachi heard no sound from the younger man. "Sorry, love. Didn't catch that."
"We're boyfriends?" The redhead asked as a tender hand cupped his cheek, his blue eyes searching for any kind of rejection on Itachi's face.
Itachi peered down at the younger man, fear evident in the redhead's eyes. Perhaps he had spoken too soon and read Kyuubi wrong. "Kisame, could you excuse us for a moment?"
"Huh? Yeah, sure." The sound of retreating footsteps and the door clicking shut echoed through the room.
Sitting back, Itachi observed Kyuubi. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have spoken for you..."
"No, it's fine I swear!" The redhead said distressed. "I want you to claim me," he whispered as tears sprang to his eyes. He should have known that he would mess things up again. He turned his head to the side, not wanting Itachi to see him cry.
"Then why the tears, love?" the doctor murmured. The tall muscular body of the Uzumaki was drawn down to the bed as Itachi lay down on the mattress. "If I claim you... may I be yours?"
Kyuubi buried his face into the strong chest. "I don't want you to take back what you said..."
"I'm not," Itachi quickly cut in. "If you'll have me..." He trailed off, fingers running through the long silky red hair. Remembering they were both still naked, though perhaps not as aroused as only moments ago, the white cotton sheets were tugged up to cover their tangled nude forms.
Kyuubi smiled brightly. "Then you're mine."
The new couple lapsed into silence, the only sound in the spacious room the chirping of the birds in the tree just outside the bedroom window. Heaving a sigh, Itachi pushed Kyuubi to lay on his back feeling more comfortable curling into the larger and warmer body. It was a new pleasure, and one he was fast learning to love and appreciate. He didn't always have to be the strong one.
"How would you like to join me at breakfast?" Itachi finally asked breaking the silence. "I make wicked pancakes according to Naruto."
Kyuubi smiled. "Sure, I'd love to but you still owe me." The redhead winked as he moved from the bed, stretching his body towards the ceiling, back to Itachi.
Making an appreciative noise in the back of his throat, eyes glued to the tan backside, Itachi followed suit. He shuffled over to his dresser while stifling a tired yawn. Usually he enjoyed his days off by spending the morning in bed, sometimes with a book, other times just catching up on sleep, but today Kyuubi had disturbed his routine. But he wasn't all that put out about it.
A sudden thought struck the Uchiha. "You don't have any clothes," he mumbled, his eyes darting to the folded uniform on the teak chair sitting innocently in the corner as he rummaged through his drawers. It wouldn't do to have Kyuubi lounging around in his filthy work clothes. "Think you could fit into these?" A pair of sweats a size or two too big for himself were held up for Kyuubi's viewing pleasure.
The redhead whipped around and frowned, "I only have my uniform, but thanks for the pants."
He quickly took them and pulled them on. Glad that he wasn't going to breakfast nude. He was sure that he didn't want Kisame to see him naked, even if he was proving he was a dude. Kyuubi grinned down at the pants. Thankfully they had fit him around the waist.
"I'm ready whenever you are."
Donning a pair of black and white plaid pajama bottoms, Itachi sorted through the loose accessories sitting on the dresser top and snatched up what he had been searching for. His hair was pulled back in the usual style of a simple low ponytail, his long bangs framing his pale face. A second elastic band and a hair brush were rescued from the chaos atop the surface of the teak furniture, and the doctor finally turned to his boyfriend.
The pants were an inch or two short for the long lean form. Eyes traced the lines of Kyuubi's abs and chest with an appreciative murmur. Snapping himself out of his daydream of licking honey off the tan skin, the Uchiha tugged the younger man to take a seat on the edge of the bed. Taking a seat behind him, he began to brush out the long tangled locks.
"Would you like me to braid it to keep it out of your way?" Itachi would hate to see the beautiful hair pulled or knotted.
"Yes, I normally keep it braided." Kyuubi purred as Itachi gently brushed his hair, closing his eyes in enjoyment. It had been so long since someone else had tended to his hair.
The brush was like a whisper through the long silky mane of hair as he groomed the younger man. He could feel Kyuubi's tension dissipating, the shoulders relaxing, and his breathing slowing. "Would you like French or regular," the Uchiha asked. "And before you say anything, I'd like to say in my defense that I used to braid my mother's hair."
Kyuubi chuckled. "How did you know I was going to ask that? I prefer French please."
"The first time Sasuke saw me braiding our mother's hair, he promptly called me gay, to which I responded for him to look in the mirror," Itachi said by way of explanation, though it didn't cover how he knew Kyuubi would ask him how he knew the difference between the braids. "At the time I had a girlfriend and he had a crush on the little annoying blond boy in his class."
The nimble fingers of the doctor slowly began the tedious activity of braiding. The small strands were gathered and woven together, hair slowly being added as he descended. He snuck small caresses to the bare skin, even daring to lean in and brush his lips against Kyuubi's neck or shoulder to watch the goosebumps prickle on the skin as the lusty shudder ran through the lean muscular body.
"Itachi, you're teasing..." Kyuubi mumbled as he leaned back for more contact.
Itachi leaned in and nibbled the tan column of flesh. The hair was only half braided, the pale hands frozen in place as the older man tried to elicit a more satisfying response. "Can't help myself, love" he breathed, his breath ghosting over the caramel skin. "You're absolutely delectable."
Kyuubi moved his head back so that it was resting on Itachi's shoulder, his neck stretched out for the other to feast upon. The older man laved him with attention and the redhead couldn't stop the blood flow to his dick.
Resting his chin on Kyuubi's shoulder, Itachi glanced down. He could clearly see the outline of a budding erection in the too small sweat pants. "Hmm... as much as I'd love to spend all day in bed with you and explore your body, I believe we have a breakfast to attend to, and a man who would have no qualms about interrupting us again if we keep him waiting." With a final kiss to a tan cheek, the Uchiha went back to braiding the fiery red hair.
Kyuubi pouted. "But 'tachi!" he whined as the talented hands kept working through his long hair. "He can make his own food."
Itachi chuckled as he slipped the hair band off his wrist and deftly tied off the braid. "I have no plans to feed him."
"Then we can play," Kyuubi said as he turned around and tackled Itachi to the bed, both men bouncing as they landed on it.
Grunting as his back hit the mattress, the doctor half-heartedly glared up at his new boyfriend. A soft gasp slipped through his lips as Kyuubi attacked his pale throat. There would be marks to account for later.
"Kyuu... I may not plan to feed him, but that doesn't mean he won't eat me out of house and home," he protested. But even as he spoke, he clung to the larger body.
"I wanna be claimed 'tachi, I want your dick in my ass, spreading me open," Kyuubi purred as he licked the shell of the Uchiha's ear.
"Shit, Kyuu... you can't do that. You can't say that to me..." Itachi moaned, his cock stiffening in his pyjama pants. He could feel his mind slipping back into the submissive personality that had surfaced New Years.
"I wanna ride that cock of yours...please?" Kyuubi begged as he rolled their bodies around so that he was on top and the redhead shifted his hips, his erection grinding into Itachi's. "Please 'tachi," he begged again as his hands came to play with his nipples, throwing his head back as pleasure flooded his veins.
Back arching off the bed, a low wanton moan falling from his lips, Itachi's head fell back against the pillow. The wandering fingers dug into the tan biceps as his hips thrust up. "We can't do this now..."
"Yes...we can," Kyuubi murmured as he once again shifted his hips, rougher this time.
"No, we..."
"Oi, 'tachi!" Kisame's boisterous voice floated upstairs to the bedroom. "Can I open this bottle of wine? And are you saving these olives for anything?"
Itachi flipped their bodies, pinning Kyuubi by the shoulders to the bed. Taking a few deep breaths, he flipped his hair over his shoulder with a toss of his head. "No you may not," he shouted back glaring at the door. "Get the hell out of my kitchen. I'll be down in a minute."
Pouting, the redhead knew that there was no way he was getting claimed with Kisame in the house. Kyuubi tried to roll to his side, but Itachi's hands kept him from doing so. The redhead continued to pout, not liking that they were interrupted.
With a frustrated groan, Itachi let his body fall, his face pressing into the broad toned chest. "I want you so badly," he mumbled, his words muffled by the tan flesh. His arms wound around the warm body. "But now is not the time. When we have the day to ourselves, then I will make love to you like you deserve. I don't want this to be a rush job when you deserve all the care and attention in the world."
"If he does this again, I'm kicking his ass," Kyuubi growled, a plan of revenge already forming in his head.
Itachi nodded tiredly and slowly crawled off Kyuubi to sit on the edge of the bed. "I'm taking away his key."
Kyuubi blinked. "Why?"
Raising an eyebrow, Itachi glanced back at the redhead still sprawled on his bed. "I thought that would be obvious. Now that I have someone to spend my days with, I don't need him invading my privacy."
"Oh," Kyuubi said, finally getting what the Uchiha was saying and shooting off the bed. "Well let's kick his ass out!"
Following at a more sedate pace, Itachi followed Kyuubi's example and stood. Tan hand clasped in his own, he led the younger man out the door towards the kitchen on the lower floor. They entered the bright, naturally lit, spacious kitchen together.
"Let's try this again," Itachi said with a soft smile to Kyuubi nearly giving his best friend a heart attack. "Kisame, I'd like you to meet my boyfriend, Kyuubi Uzumaki."
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Well, that's all folks! I know, I know, we didn't explain Kyuubi's or Itachi's past, but with good reason. Expect a follow up. We plan on writing a series of holiday stories of your new favourite couple with appearances from both Sasuke and Naruto!
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New Years Kisses, Two Near Misses (Complete)