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Drawing Closer (Sequel to Static)	By : djserani Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1174 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Itachi was amazed. He'd lost track of time and was fairly certain that it was only by virtue of the fact of who he was that they didn't get kicked out of the restaurant. Somewhere around ten forty-five, he checked his watch for the first time that night. He'd noticed that Izumo hadn't checked once yet, either.
"So, what time is it?" Izumo asked, sipping at his coffee.
"You won't believe it," Itachi said, grinning.
"Hmm, let me guess… eight-thirty?" He tilted his head and Itachi's grin widened.
"Nope. Try again."
Izumo's eyebrows went up. "You're kidding. Nine?"
Itachi shook his head and pointed toward the ceiling.
"Nine thirty."
Another shake and point.
"It can't be ten!" He said, finally looking at his own watch. His mouth dropped open and he stared for a full minute, making Itachi laugh. "Ten forty-five?" He looked up, his shock turning into a huge smile of his own then it faded a little. "Did you have other plans for tonight?"
Itachi laughed again. "I did, but it doesn't matter. This was much better. Perfect, in fact. I wanted to spend time with you and that's what we've done. And the night's not over, yet. We can still go for drinks or something if you want. Or even just get some coffee and drive for a while. Or take a walk or… anything. I don't care." Itachi kept to himself the fact that he just didn't want the night to end yet. He already had ideas about where he wanted the relationship to go - and those ideas hardly ended at an evening. But he'd heard enough, gathered enough that Izumo was still afraid of relationships, so he wasn't about to push.
Besides, as much as he did want more than sex with Izumo, he was just a man, just human and was seriously sexually attracted to this man. So, he could admit that he was also hoping that when the night did end, it was in his bed.
Because he was damned determined to actually have this man in a real, honest-to-goodness bed.
He could be patient, though. He'd learned that over the years. And he really did want to spend time with Izumo doing other things.
"Coffee and a walk sounds good. I'd like a bit of air," Izumo said, staring at him and biting his lip.
Itachi considered his boyfriend - he loved using that word in relation to Izumo, though he was careful how often he did. There was something behind the expression, but he couldn't quite figure it out. For all he was a genius when it came to business, human relationships were… much more challenging for him. His parents loved each other, he remembered that, but his grandfather was anything but a healthy person when it came to human interaction and he had most of his exposure to that man.
And he didn't want to fuck this up. He hadn't wanted something like he wanted Izumo in a very long time. He smiled and nodded. "Of course. Shall we, then?" He asked and started to stand.
Izumo stood and Itachi held his hand out, the smile spreading when Izumo took it and the brown eyes closed in reaction. Itachi lifted it and kissed the knuckles. Izumo opened his eyes and whatever had been behind the expression a moment ago was gone. In its place was a gorgeous smile and Itachi had to bite hard to keep the words that wanted to come out behind his lips.
"There's a Starbucks just around the corner, how's that?" He asked instead then turned and they made their way out of the restaurant.
"That sounds good," Izumo agreed. They took a different exit from the hotel out onto the street and turned right, stopping at the corner. "So…" Izumo started then paused. Itachi noticed that they hadn't dropped hands yet and he was glad. "We got through games and movies and that sort of thing. Um… do you read?"
"Sometimes. The time for that seems to be harder to come by than gaming and such. I don't know. I get into them and don't want to put them down…"
"And you would have to be able to at a moment's notice," Izumo finished, nodding.
"I read a lot as a teenager. It was how I hid from girls."
Izumo grinned. "You hid from girls?"
"I didn't understand them," Itachi said, shrugging. "I didn't get the fascination, you know?"
"Yeah, I do," Izumo said, nodding. "I'm lucky in that I had Tetsu. We hung out a lot and were able to avoid them, for the most part. We had a couple of female friends, too, that were good at scaring the rest away." He laughed and Itachi smiled.
"That would have been nice. I didn't know that many - I went to a private boys' school. But we were often shoved together with the girls from their school and it was just… not pretty. I pretended to be sick for most of the dances and things."
Izumo shuddered. "That would have been horrible. I'm sorry to hear it. "
Itachi shrugged. "I had friends, too. A few weird characters and a few normal ones." He chuckled. "But that's the last time I did much reading." He pointed. "We're here."
"Oh! Sorry," Izumo said, blushing.
"Nothing to be sorry about," Itachi said, opening the door and holding it for Izumo.
They stepped into the coffee shop and Itachi noticed that it wasn't very busy, for which he was grateful. Thus far, they'd avoided any kind of press. He'd done his damnedest to keep the information about that night away from anyone that could pass it on. He knew it wouldn't last forever - eventually, Izumo would be faced with the flashbulbs. But Itachi wanted to delay it, at least for a while. The Uchiha family was simply too juicy for them to be left alone.
"Good evening, sir, what can I get you?" The young girl behind the register asked. Itachi smiled and she blushed. He glanced at his boyfriend, lifted Izumo's hand and kissed it, then turned back to see her eyes widen and she cleared her throat.
"I'll have regular coffee, please. Grande of your darkest roast," Itachi said and turned to Izumo.
"Um… Latte, please. Grande." Izumo squeezed Itachi's hand and grabbed his wallet. "I've got this one."
"Okay," Itachi agreed easily.
Izumo paid and they turned to wait for their coffee. Itachi got his first and moved over to put the couple of packets of sweetener in that he liked. Izumo joined him a moment later, adding a few of his own. When they'd finished, Itachi turned to him. "Would you like to stay here? Or continue walking?"
"Let's walk a bit more. I love the buildings in this part of town. Especially the high rise apartments."
"Oh, really?" Itachi asked and Izumo nodded. "Well, then, I'll be happy to indulge."
Izumo laughed, making Itachi grin and they headed back out to the street. They turned and started to wander toward the corner. Itachi was pleasantly surprised when Izumo reached for his hand. He glanced down then up to Izumo's face and saw the blush. He leaned in and just left a soft kiss on one cheek, not saying anything.
"That one is beautiful," Izumo said, pointing with the hand holding his coffee.
"It is. I actually looked into it when I came back, but I didn't like any of the layouts of the apartments and they were very unaccommodating." He shook his head. "Bad business for a building supposedly catering to the well-to-do."
Izumo raised his eyebrows and looked over. "I'd guess so. The rich tend to want things their way." He paused, his mouth shutting with an audible click, his cheek coloring. "Uh, not that I mean you... uh…"
Itachi smiled. "Relax. I didn't think you meant me."
"It's just that… well, I don't think of you as rich." It was almost mumbled, but Itachi caught it and smiled.
"Thank you. I'll take that as a compliment. I don't like to think of myself that way, either." He turned to point to another of the apartment buildings. "This one is much more open to options. We also own it."
"Oh!" Izumo said, looking up. "I didn't know we had real estate."
"It's the prototype building that we did for the security systems branch." Itachi pointed. "There were three we did. One here, one in Atlanta and one in San Francisco."
"Not New York or LA?" Izumo asked.
Itachi shook his head. "No. I'm not fond of those cities and they're already over saturated with high rise, rich buildings. I wanted someplace new." He paused and chuckled. "Not that they don't have their share of rich and high rises. But it's…"
"Not the same, yeah," Izumo agreed.
"Exactly." Itachi led the way as they crossed the street, walking along another of the buildings. "And we do have a real estate branch. It's fairly small and, for now, intended to work with our security systems only. But I am looking into expanding it. There's a lot to be said for the real estate market, if you're careful."
Izumo frowned. "I'm not very familiar with it, but isn't that what crashed so badly a few years ago?"
"Yes and no. It was more the mortgage side of it and it was the individuals who shouldn't have been lured into trying to buy a house when they didn't have the money that was a big part of the problem. "
"Oh. Tetsu and I looked into a house at one point. But there was a lot involved and we weren't at our current jobs yet. We decided we'd wait." He shrugged a shoulder. "We also didn't know where we'd end up with relationships, you know? If one of us fell in love, we'd end up leaving the other holding the mortgage."
"Right. It's probably a wise thing you didn't end up going into one. There are so many families that dream of a house of their own and the media - and mortgage companies - push the idea that everyone can have their own home. But it's just not feasible for a lot of people and then they end up worse off, in the end."
Izumo frowned. "That's not good."
Itachi shook his head. "It sounds kind of mean, I recognize that. But the truth is, I imagine it hurts worse to almost have your dream and have it pulled out from under you than to still dream of it."
Izumo nodded. "I'm sure of it." He swallowed and Itachi cursed himself.
"Uh…" he started, feeling distinctly uncomfortable.
"So, are they all huge?" Izumo asked, pointing to the next building.
"The apartments?" Izumo nodded. "Oh, actually, no," Itachi said, grateful that Izumo didn't seem hurt. "Some of them are actually quite small. Half the price is location."
"Well, that makes a sort of sense. Downtown? Or, well, close to it."
"Yeah. Like this one," Itachi said, stopping in front of the doors to the building Izumo had pointed to. "The lower floors here are all one bedroom apartments. They have offices or dens or whatever you want to call them. But some of them don't even have their own laundry appliances."
"Really?" Izumo asked, eyes wide. "That makes no sense."
"Well, I imagine some of them send pretty much everything out to be cleaned."
"Oh," Izumo said, shaking his head. "Duh."
Itachi laughed. "No, no. No 'duh' to it. It wouldn't occur to everyone. On the other hand, if you were single and living in a small apartment, you might not mind going down the hall to a common laundry room, either."
"That's true. I guess I've just gotten used to having my own set."
"I prefer to have my own, too," Itachi agreed. "I said that the lower apartments are all small, but the upper few floors are quite large. Would you like to see one?"
Izumo smirked. "You live here."
Itachi grinned. "I do." He laughed.
Izumo chuckled and shook his head. "I'd love to see it."
Itachi let a small breath of relief out and reached for the door. He waited for Izumo to precede him into the lobby. "Good evening, Greg," Itachi called out.
The uniformed, grey-haired man that sat behind a low, marble-topped desk raised a hand and waved. "Good evening, Mr. Uchiha." Itachi stepped up to the counter. Behind Greg was a series of monitors and other equipment that Itachi had seen so many times, it didn't even register to him anymore.
"Greg, I'd like to introduce you to Izumo Kamizuki." Itachi turned, lifting their joined hands. "If I am lucky and don't screw up with him, you should be seeing him often."
Izumo's eyes flew over to Itachi, but he didn't say anything and Itachi was happy to see the lips twitch into a smile and the eyes happy.
"Very well, Mr. Uchiha, Kami… zuki?" He asked and Itachi nodded. "Alright, then," Greg said, adjusting the wire-framed glasses on his nose and writing something down.
"Thank you," he said to Greg. "Give my regards to Mrs. Johns."
"I will, Mr. Uchiha, thank you."
"Of course," Itachi said then turned. "Shall we?" Izumo stepped away from the desk as they walked away from the main elevators and toward another set near the back of the lobby. "Those elevators go to the main floors, stopping on the fortieth. There are three banks of them and you will very likely go to the wrong set at least a couple of times. I must have made more trips to the fortieth floor than my own before I trained myself to go to the right bank."
Izumo laughed. "Bull."
Itachi shook his head. "Nope. I swear, I did it." He laughed. "This last bank is private. There are six elevators for six apartments. I have my own." He pulled out a key and pushed it into a panel to the right of the first elevator on his left then laid his thumb over a small black square.
Izumo blinked at him. "You have your own elevator?"
Itachi nodded. "Yes." The doors opened and he held out a hand. Izumo stepped into the small car and he followed, turning to the panel. "May I have your hand?" Izumo raised an eyebrow, but held it out. Itachi inserted the key into a hole above a keypad built into the panel. A display lit up above it and asked for a passcode. There was a beep then he entered a sequence of numbers. After another two beeps, the display requested the "new print" and Itachi laid Izumo's thumb onto a small, black pad. It lit up, then went dark and the display now requested a new passcode. "Enter a six digit code, please."
Izumo blinked at him then turned to the keypad. Itachi watched him enter in a number that looked suspiciously like a date. "May I ask what it is?"
"Three days ago," Izumo answered, brown eyes locked to him. Itachi felt all sorts of warmth spread through him over it and it took every ounce of discipline to remember what he was doing instead of kissing the man silly.
"Well, alright," he said, instead and turned back to the panel. "Look here," he said, pointing to a small round glass piece above the display. Izumo did and a moment later, the display read, "Accepted."
"Now, you can use the elevator any time you wish. You'll use your thumbprint to call it on the panel outside. It'll ask you for a retina read, your thumbprint and the code you entered before it will go up to my apartment, but once you do, you'll be in."
Izumo stared at him, mouth dropping open. "You just… uh… basically gave me a key to your apartment?"
Itachi nodded. "Well, yes. But it's not like I can easily just open the door for you, is it?"
Izumo's lips twitched. "No, that's true. I…" he shook his head. "I… don't know what to say. I mean… Well, you probably do this for a lot of people."
"No," Itachi said, firmly. "And there's nothing to say. There are exactly three people besides me that have access to this apartment. Sasuke, obviously. You should also know that there are a few other inhabitants in my apartment. One is in my employ - Jake has a suite of rooms behind the kitchen," he hurried to say when Izumo's eyes widened. "And the other two don't speak. Much." Izumo blinked, his eyebrows went up and he stared and Itachi's lips twisted into a smirk. "You'll see."
Izumo turned to watch the numbers on the display and Itachi took the opportunity to lean in. He paused to inhale Izumo's scent, eyes closed. "You smell so good," he whispered. Izumo turned to him and before Itachi could even blink, those damned addictive lips were on him and Itachi moaned. Then he leaned into Izumo, pushing his lover against the side of the elevator and arms came around him.
"Oh God," Izumo whispered when Itachi pulled back briefly. "I have wanted to kiss you all night… since we got out of the limo."
Itachi grinned. "Me, too." He reached up and brushed Izumo's bangs aside. "You have such gorgeous eyes," he murmured, running his thumb over one cheek.
Izumo blushed and shook his head. "Yours are. They make me think of storms. Of the kind you love to get lost in where the wind whips at your hair and the water falls sideways, but that you just can't help but want to stand in the middle of and… just… let it surround you..."
Itachi smiled. "My, my. You're a poet, too."
Izumo's blush darkened. "Uh, well… um…" His mouth snapped shut.
Itachi's smile widened. "Don't be embarrassed. It's wonderful."
"Really?" Izumo asked and Itachi nodded. "I, uh, used to write."
Itachi's eyebrows went up. "You write?"
"I used to. Uh, stories and stuff. I haven't in a while. Got away from it. Tetsu's always bugging me to get back to it."
"He's right, you should. You have a beautiful way with words. When you're not embarrassed, that is," Itachi said. He glanced at the display then stepped back. "We're here."
The elevator doors opened and Itachi held his hand out. Izumo stepped out to a small entryway and Itachi pushed open the double doors opposite the elevator itself. Izumo moved past him and then paused when he saw the living room ahead. "Wow."
Itachi grinned. "The view is incredible, isn't it?" Izumo nodded. "It's one of the things I love about this place. There are big windows up in the master suite, too." Izumo turned to him then back to the living without speaking. Itachi watched his eyes move over the furniture and saw when the recognition hit. "Yes. My decorator - a truly horrible man with an overdramatic flair - was in love with Tony Stark."
"Who wouldn't be?" Izumo muttered, eyes darting to Itachi. Itachi blinked at him, raising his eyebrows. "I believe your decorator imagined you were quite a bit like him and I don't blame the decorator one bit," Izumo said and it took Itachi a moment for the meaning to sink in. Izumo was comparing him to Tony Stark.
"Oh," Itachi said, blushing. "Uh…" He had no idea what to do with that, but then the rest of what Izumo said sank in and his eyes flew back to his boyfriend's face. Izumo was watching him, biting on a lip and he stepped up to his lover, reaching out. The coffee cup was removed from Izumo's hand and both were set on the bar almost absently. Then, like he'd been doing since he saw Izumo the first time, he let himself go with instinct. His hands came up to frame Izumo's face and then their lips were fused. He felt arms go around him, hands slide up over his back and he let a soft moan out. He heard an answering one as the lips against his opened and he deepened the kiss, needing more, needing the taste of this man.
They broke apart and he was about to suggest that they move upstairs when he felt the weaving around his feet and heard a very distinct, "Meow."
He pulled back, smiling. "Izumo, may I introduce the other two inhabitants of my home."
Izumo looked down and his face split into a huge smile. "Hello, there. And who are you?" He asked, squatting next to a large calico-colored cat. He was answered with another loud meow.
"That is… Altair."
Izumo looked up quickly and laughed. "Altair? He's a climber, is he?"
Itachi grinned, thrilled that Izumo got it. "Very much so. Ah, here's the other," he said, turning to lift an enormous long-haired grey cat. "This is…"
"Ezio?" Izumo asked and Itachi nodded and laughed, thrilled that Izumo guessed right.
"Yes, this is Ezio, who also climbs." Ezio blinked at him then looked at the other human and his expression said, of course I climb, silly human, what did you think I do?
"They're gorgeous. Will he let me pick him up?" Izumo asked, petting Altair.
"You can try. Sometimes he does and sometimes he wants to be alone."
Izumo grinned. "Appropriate for his name." He lifted Altair, who seemed to simply settle into Izumo's arms and Itachi's smile got even wider. The cats didn't like everyone that Itachi had in the apartment and, in fact, had specifically not liked most. They'd responded well to Jake. And now Izumo.
"They like you," Itachi said, quietly. "That's rare. They don't even like Sasuke."
Izumo's eyebrows went up. "Really?" He asked, looking over at Altair and scratching behind one black ear. The cat's eyes were closed and Itachi could hear the purring from where he was standing. "Well…" He shook his head, grinning at the animal in his arms.
"Yup. You are, apparently, a keeper."
Izumo's head whipped around and he stared at Itachi with wide eyes for a long moment. Itachi set Ezio down, took Altair from Izumo's arms and pulled his boyfriend into his own. "I'm sorry, I'm really not trying to make you uncomfortable," he murmured and Izumo swallowed, shaking his head.
"You're not. I'm just… God, Itachi… I want you. I like you, more than seems sane for three days. And yet… I can't… I don't want to examine it too closely." He took a deep breath, his eyes closing. "But… I… I just…" his mouth snapped closed and he dropped his forehead on Itachi's chest. "I'm sorry," he mumbled.
"Shh. Don't be. It's okay. The fault is mine. I'm really not trying to push you. I just…" he paused and held his breath for a moment, pushing the things that wanted to come out back. "I like you, too. A lot and I just want to make you happy, be with you."
Izumo nodded. "I can do that. I'm sorry."
"No. No sorry." He put his finger under Izumo's chin and tilted the handsome face up to him. "How about we bring it back to something we both know works well between us?"
Izumo smiled. "I can do that, I'd like to. This has been an amazing evening."
Itachi's smile matched Izumo's. "It has been. And I have been very patient, but you are incredibly sexy in a suit and I am about at the end of my tolerance for holding back."
Izumo laughed and Itachi let out a small breath of relief. "Me, too. Don't get me wrong, you and jeans is… well, you saw how I reacted to you the other night. But the suit is very hot."
Itachi's smile widened. "I'm glad to know it. Why don't I show you the upstairs, then?"
Izumo nodded and they turned toward the stairs. When they stopped on the upper landing, Itachi waved with his hand toward the small open sitting area that was lined with bookshelves. "Over there is my limited library. The Uchiha family home has a full-sized library, but the one here is much more limited. I keep thinking I'll expand it then I just… don't."
Izumo chuckled. "That happens. You have plenty of other things on your mind. And it's still quite a few books. Our apartment is kind of crammed with them. But I don't have a second place to put them." He smirked and Itachi laughed.
"Right. That's my home office," he said, pointing toward the closed door next to the library. "It's actually quite basic and made for working. You're welcome to use it any time you're here. That," he said, pointing toward a pair of pocket doors, "Is my media room. I hope to spend a good deal of time with you there. But for tonight…" Itachi turned and pulled open the double doors in front of them.
They stepped in and he pointed to the wall opposite the doors. "The windows I was telling you about."
"They're gorgeous." Itachi watched Izumo's reaction as the brown eyes took in the rest of the room. Most of it was pretty basic - he had a couple of chairs by the windows with a small table between them. There was a fireplace on one wall and a large , color LCD TV above it. But when he got to the last major thing in his room, color suffused his cheeks. "Uh, the decorator… he, um…"
"Imagined being in that with you, I have no doubt," Izumo said, snickering.
Itachi laughed, feeling better. "It's ridiculous, I know." His bed was… huge. It was custom made, larger than a California King, though he didn't know by how much, and raised up on a short dais. It was dark wood with four posts and a canopy over top with long portions of white fabric trailing over either side. "I keep thinking I'll get rid of it. Get something more reasonable since I'm the only one that ever sleeps in it." He paused and glanced over at Izumo. "Well, I was. Now…"
"Now, you're probably thinking something like I am… the things we could do together in that," Izumo answered for him, turning heated eyes his way and his smile widened as his color faded.
"Something like that," he agreed. "The first thing I was going to do with it was get rid of that fabric. I mean… really, but then I came in one day and Altair was sitting on top of the upper frame and I just couldn't take it away from him."
Izumo laughed. "Of course not. That's awfully high, though. How does he get down?"
"He can land on the bed pretty easily without hurting himself." He pointed above the bed to the large iron and wood ceiling fan. "He once got stuck up on top of the fan."
Izumo's eyebrows went up. "You're kidding! How'd you get him down?"
"Jake brought a ladder in and pulled him down. Altair… was not happy. I think his ego was seriously damaged."
Izumo laughed. "I guess so. They're beautiful cats. Where did you get them?"
"The shelter. Altair was a lot smaller when I got him. He was a teenager and had an attitude that the family he'd been with before didn't appreciate. He's a Manx which is, apparently, part of their personalities. I've just learned when to avoid him and let him approach me when he wants attention. It works for us."
Izumo nodded. "Sure. That's… wow, I didn't expect the shelter. That's great," Izumo said, his smile firmly in place.
Itachi shrugged. "I prefer to give something a home that wouldn't otherwise have one. Ezio was a bit of a different story. His family just didn't like his hair which wasn't quite that long as a kitten. When I went in to find Altair some company for when I was gone, Ezio walked up, sat down in front of me and meowed loudly. That was all there was to it."
Izumo grinned. "I bet. That's wonderful. They're really great. I love them. I might have to just come visit them."
"Anytime." Itachi laughed. "I think so, too. They keep me from going too crazy." He turned to Izumo and pulled him in. "But enough about them."
"Mm. Yes," Izumo agreed. "I'd rather do something else," he whispered.
"Me, too," Itachi murmured then caught Izumo's lips with his own. And he felt it, yet again. That static, that feeling of it being so right. His hands came up to thread through the long, brown hair and he tilted his head, deepening the kiss.
Itachi was so afraid of stepping wrong with this man, of messing this up and losing Izumo but this, this right here, he felt like he could do right. He pulled back and reached up, slowly pushing Izumo's jacket off of him. He stopped to drape it carefully over the valet that was near his door, then he was back. Izumo returned the favor and then they paused, their eyes meeting for a long moment. "God, you're gorgeous," Itachi whispered, thumb brushing a cheek, then pushing the bangs out of Izumo's eyes.
Izumo cleared his throat. "You are. I can't… believe that… that…"
"I'm yours?" Itachi asked and Izumo nodded. "Believe it. You're the one I want." He pulled Izumo against him and there was no mistaking the arousal that was now pressing against Izumo's own. "Does that feel like I don't want you?"
Izumo shook his head. "No, no, that feels like you very much do."
"I do. I am fascinated by you, want you more than I've wanted anything in a very, very long time."
"God, I want you, too."
"Good. Let's stop thinking so much for a while," Itachi whispered, catching Izumo's lips with his own again. They got lost in it, in the feel of each other, in touch and need. Hands moved over each other's bodies then Itachi pulled back again. "Too many clothes," he murmured, tugging at Izumo's tie.
"Too many," Izumo agreed, working at Itachi's and both were tossed to the side then lips were fused once more, neither willing to part for long. They turned and, without stopping the kiss, danced toward the bed until Izumo felt it against his legs. They broke apart as he fell back and Itachi paused to pull off and toss two sets of shoes and socks, then he was leaning over Izumo, the kiss stealing sanity once more. Izumo's hands went to work on Itachi's buttons, needing the clothing gone.
But Itachi didn't want to rush it. He finally had this man in a proper bed and he was determined to draw it out, take his time. He wanted to touch and taste everything he possibly could on Izumo's body, drive the man to the edge of insanity and so he pulled back. He tugged his own shirt off, throwing it in the direction of nowhere before he leaned back in. He left another long kiss on Izumo's lips before moving over chin and jaw until he found that spot behind the ear that drove his lover crazy. He opened the first few buttons of Izumo's shirt as he worked it then started leaving a trail of kisses as he made his way down.
When it was finally opened, he moved enough to let Izumo pull it off and toss it aside, then they were back, skin to skin, and there was a moan that Itachi belatedly realized was from him. He couldn't care, the feel of the man under him was just too damned good. He rocked, their arousals rubbing and even through the thick fabric it drew even louder moans, this time from both of them.
Izumo's hands slid down his back, cupping his ass and pulling him tighter. Their lips caught again, more loss of wits and it took everything Itachi had in him to remember what he wanted. He succeeded, barely, and managed to sit up. He got the button on Izumo's pants undone then the zipper down and then finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Izumo was down to underwear.
Itachi paused to stare. Izumo wore a pair of black briefs that were, in fact, very brief. His lover's arousal was obvious and barely contained, tip peaking over the waistband, causing his own cock to jump. He wanted, needed to say something, but his mind was completely blank, his thinking capacity temporarily gone. His eyes trailed slowly up along Izumo's body until they met the brown eyes. The expression on his lover's face - Izumo was afraid of his reaction - broke him out of his stupor and he sucked in a rough breath. "You look good enough to eat," he growled, letting his palm run over Izumo's cock, stroking through the thin cotton very briefly.
Izumo groaned, eyes closing and bucked and Itachi couldn't resist the need to feel anymore. He fumbled for his own button and he had to fight with it, the need making things ridiculously difficult. After a long moment, he finally had it open, his own pants off and his underwear - a red version very similar to his lover's black, was straining as much as Izumo's.
And then he was back, cradled by Izumo's body, his lover's arms around him and their lips locked again. His body was demanding he forget this insane idea of going slow but Itachi hadn't been through his own version of hell to not learn restraint. Once more, he managed to pull back and turn his attention to giving pleasure, determined to make this man feel as good as he possibly could. With another heated look into the brown eyes, he slid along Izumo's body and started taking the tastes he'd wanted so badly.
And taste he did. He'd learned much that night in his office, but he still had more to explore. So he kissed every conceivable place on Izumo's chest and stomach, teasing muscles and watching in fascination as they jumped. He listened avidly to the moans, savored the shifts as his lover bucked in need. He looked up, pausing to take in the way those brown eyes were focused on him, hazy with need and the mouth hanging open as Izumo fought to simply breathe. Izumo gripped at the covers, obviously for something to stay grounded and Itachi's eyes, as heated as the brown ones were, promised that he'd make that very difficult, indeed.
He turned back to his task, skipping Izumo's cock and the underwear altogether and turning, instead, for one thigh. He kissed and teased his way along the inner sensitive skin, yet again ignoring the straining length. Izumo groaned, bucking, trying to pull Itachi's attention to it, but Itachi resisted, working his way down the other leg. Only when he'd found and played with a spot behind Izumo's knee did he give in and come back, hovering above an obvious wet spot. He smiled, a half smile the promised so much more, then finally - finally - started pulling the black underwear down.
He kept it slow, a tease in itself and Izumo's sounds turned almost pathetic. Knuckles turned white as the covers were gripped tighter and Izumo's eyes pleaded with him. But Itachi wasn't quite ready, yet, to give in.
When he tossed the underwear off to the side, he paused to take in the vision in front of him. Izumo's cock looked almost painfully hard, red and dripping pre-cum. His lover was moving, writhing in need, from what he'd done and Itachi thrilled in the knowledge. He paused, sucking in a breath, when his eyes landed on the shaved sac and he momentarily battled his own nearly desperate need again. "My God, baby, you're incredible," he murmured then leaned in over Izumo, needing another taste of the amazing mouth.
Izumo's arms and legs came around him, pulling him in with a strength that surprised. Itachi found himself flush against his lover's body, their cocks grinding, mouths fused, sounds of pure, undiluted need flowing from both of them and he couldn't resist it anymore. He reached down, trying to work his own underwear off, but his hand was pulled away and Izumo took over. Then they rolled and he found himself at the mercy of a very aroused, needy lover.
Izumo took no prisoners, he held nothing back, teasing, tasting, touching nearly every square inch of Itachi's body. Itachi was nearly begging by the time Izumo hovered over his cock, mouth open, brown eyes full of heat and just a little bit of evil intent. But Izumo didn't give in to what Itachi was trying to wordlessly plead for, no. Instead, he avoided Itachi's cock altogether and ran his tongue over tight sac and smooth taint. Itachi reached up and gripped the headboard lest he hurt Izumo with how hard he needed to grip something.
His sounds turned to downright whines, his cock nearly hurting with how aroused he was. But he loved Izumo like this, loved the look on that gorgeous face, loved the need and want that he felt coming from his lover - all for him. He gripped the slats of his headboard harder, hands squeezing the wood as the tongue dipped down and touched his entrance. "Oh God, baby…" he groaned, hearing an answering hum. His toes curled into the cover as the tongue worked its way back over taint and tight sac, then slowly, horribly slowly, along Itachi's length. "Fuck…"
"Mm." Izumo raised up over him, catching his gaze. He paused, hovering once more over Itachi's hard, dripping cock. Itachi rocked, silently begging for that tiny little distance to be closed. Another few seconds that stretched into an eternity and then Itachi shouted as his cock was swallowed in one move.
He was going crazy, he was sure of it. Izumo sucked, pulled off, teased head and shaft then swallowed again and Itachi could do nothing but shout and curse, interspersed with pleas to his 'baby.' His cock was worked over thoroughly and he felt himself fly, at incredible speed, toward the edge of his control. "Please, baby," he begged, tugging on anything on Izumo he could reach.
His lover pulled off and paused, then they were together again, bodies straining toward each other, cocks rubbing. Their lips met and parted, the kiss deepening with each one. "Please… 'Tachi, need to feel you," Izumo managed on a break and Itachi couldn't have resisted the need he heard for anything. He dove for his bedside table, grateful he'd filled the drawer earlier that day and surfaced with bottle and packet.
"Roll over, baby," Itachi whispered and Izumo did as he was bid, back arching, pushing his hips out. "Fuck, you're gorgeous." Itachi forced himself to remember what he was doing, but he still took a brief moment to kiss a line down Izumo's spine. When he sat back behind his lover, he stared at the sexy ass in front of him and gave in to the urge to kiss his way over each cheek. He listened to the moan and parted the cheeks enough, dipping his face in and running his tongue over his lover's entrance, earning himself even louder sounds. Izumo rocked back and Itachi took the encouragement, pushing his own need back for another moment.
Instead, he worked the muscle over, tongue teasing every tiny bit he could. He paid attention to each moan, each movement and repeated what drew the reactions, finally pushing his tongue through the ring. He was rewarded with a very loud groan and Izumo rocking back. Itachi held his lover's hips, working his tongue, then pulling out and teasing the outside before pushing it back in once more. Before long, Izumo was writhing again, need pouring from his throat in long sounds and Itachi found he just couldn't wait anymore.
He sat back, snatching up the bottle and forced himself to slow enough to prepare Izumo. Three days was enough, he knew, that he needed to do something or it could be seriously uncomfortable for the man and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt his lover. He leaned over Izumo, kissing his way over shoulder and neck as he pushed the first finger in. He closed his eyes, resting his face against Izumo's skin as he was surrounded by heat and it took all his discipline to fight the urge to forget it and just take. "God, baby, can't wait to be in there."
"Then don't play, 'Tachi and take me already…"
Itachi groaned at the words and managed to hold on for a little longer, getting as far as the second finger before he gave up. He ripped at foil, threw it aside and kept himself steady enough to get the latex in place and the bottle open. He used too much lube, but couldn't bring himself to care because a few seconds later, he was lined up and pushing home.
And that's what it felt like, home.
He'd never belonged anywhere like he belonged here, with this man. He closed his eyes as he slowly filled Izumo and when he was finally buried, he curled over Izumo's back, dropping soft kisses over shoulder and neck. "You feel so good, baby," Itachi murmured, brushing the hair out of Izumo's face and kissing the cheek when his lover turned toward him.
"Mmm, so do you. So good…." The brown eyes met his and Itachi got lost in the look for a long moment, the emotion slamming into him. His heart skipped a beat, his breathing stuttered to a stop and his vision tunneled to this one image - those eyes, full of something that, he was sure, Izumo didn't realize was there. Love.
His breathing restarted in fits, his heart pounding as it hit him - the fascination, the need, the want for Izumo, what it all meant. Izumo twisted his head a little more and their lips met and Itachi pushed it off to face later. Now was not the time.
When they broke apart, he pulled back and started moving, fighting to keep from getting lost in the feel of Izumo's body, the tight heat surrounding him. But he couldn't stay back for long, needing the closeness and he leaned back in, hand sliding along Izumo's arm until it met his lovers and their fingers threaded. He rested his forehead on Izumo's back as he thrust, the feelings almost overwhelming.
He wrapped his other arm around his lover, his hand sliding in until it wrapped around Izumo's cock. He started moving it, stroking, trying to focus enough on it to help himself last. This all felt just too good, he was too worked up and if he didn't do something, he was afraid he'd go off like some teenager.
"Oh God, 'Tachi… so… nngh…" Izumo grunted at the feel, the hand clasping Itachi's tightening. He started moving, matching Itachi's thrusts, pumping into the hand around him, then back onto the cock inside of him and it drew loud moans from Itachi's throat.
"Yes, baby!" Itachi managed, squeezing his eyes closed as he tried, damned near desperately, to scrabble around for some sanity or control. Both seemed horribly elusive at that moment. "Too good, oh God…" He forced himself to slow, needing to draw it out, at least a little. He let go of Izumo's cock and paused, holding there for a brief moment before pulling out and sitting up.
He was about to say something, perhaps suggest they switch positions when Izumo turned around, kissing him thoroughly, then whispered, "Lay back."
Itachi, not one to deny Izumo, did as he was asked and his eyes widened when Izumo straddled him, easing down onto his cock. Then they slid closed as his length was once more enclosed in the amazing bliss of Izumo's body again and he moaned loudly, hands going to Izumo's hips for something to hold on to. Izumo started moving, bracing himself on Itachi's thighs and Itachi looked up to watch Izumo watch him. Their eyes locked to each other and Itachi started moving. When Izumo lifted up and came back down, he met the his lover with thrusts of his own.
"Oh God!" Izumo shouted and Itachi couldn't hold in the growl of pleasure at knowing what he was giving to his lover. Then Izumo worked his muscles, hugging Itachi's cock and Itachi knew he couldn't hold on much longer. It was too much, too good, everything just a little too perfect.
He reached for Izumo's cock, determined to bring Izumo with him, at least, if he couldn't push his lover over the edge first. Izumo's eyes slid closed, his head was thrown back and the sounds - full shouts now - fell almost constantly as the pleasure finally got to be too much. "Oh god, lo… nngh… yes… I'm… Tachi, I'm… oh…" Izumo babbled, lost completely to sensation.
Itachi held on, tried desperately, but then Izumo came down again, his muscles clamped, a shouted, "'Tachi… love… oh God… coming!" filtered through the noise in his head and he lost it himself. He surged up into Izumo just as the hot liquid splashed his chest, his own noises erupting, shouts of baby and Izumo filling the room. He gripped Izumo's hip as his thrusts turned short and sharp, the climax tearing along his body in a way he'd never felt before. He rode it out, the orgasm long and hard before he finally started to calm.
Izumo fell onto him, moans still coming from his lover's throat. He felt another spurt of cum hit him and he thrilled in the knowledge that Izumo's orgasm was at least as long as his was, that he'd given this man such pleasure. His arms went around Izumo, his heart pounding as he scrambled for some tiny bit of coherent thought and clear breath. Neither seemed within reach at the moment.
Not that he really cared. He felt way too damned good right then.
Izumo wrapped his arms up around Itachi's shoulders, burying his face in Itachi's neck. Itachi felt kisses along his skin and he hummed in pleasure at the feel. He ran one hand along Izumo's spine up to the back of his lover's head and he turned his face to leave light kisses on forehead and hair - anywhere he could reach.
They lay together in silence for several long moments, neither willing to move. Somewhere along the way, Itachi started to pull out, but Izumo just shook his head slightly and Itachi stopped, holding there, feeling ridiculously good that his lover didn't want to let him go. "I've never felt anything like that before. Ever," Izumo whispered.
"Me, either, baby."
Izumo stayed silent for a moment. "I like that."
"Baby?" Itachi asked and Izumo nodded. "I like 'Tachi'," he said and felt a smile at his neck. "Will you call me that?"
Izumo nodded again. "I'd like that."
Itachi bit brutally at his lip as he fought hard against words that weren't right yet. When he was sure they were firmly in place he opened his mouth again. "This was amazing. Will you… will you stay with me tonight?"
Izumo looked up at him, lifting a hand and brushing hair out of his face. "I'd be happy to. I was hoping you'd ask."
Itachi's smile bloomed on his face and he could tell it was wide. Izumo's spread as well. "Should we get cleaned up? Settle in?"
Izumo nodded and eased off of him. Itachi climbed out of bed, taking Izumo's hand and led the way into the bathroom. He quickly took care of the condom, then pulled out a washcloth and turned on the tap. Izumo stood nearby and took the washcloth from him. "It's my turn to do this for you," he murmured and Itachi smiled.
"Thank you," he said, reaching up to play with brown hair, brush at a cheek, run his hand down an arm - anything. Just touch. Izumo made quick work of the mess on Itachi's chest, then Itachi took it and cleaned the bit that had splashed onto Izumo's skin. He rinsed it and tossed it into the basket then led Izumo back to the bed. He pulled the top cover down, making a note to get it washed the next day and he and Izumo settled in under the sheets.
Their legs tangled, their arms wrapped and Izumo looked up into Itachi's face. "Thank you for such a wonderful evening."
"Thank you," Itachi replied, leaning in and taking a long, slow taste. "God, you taste good, feel good… you're just… amazing, baby."
Izumo looked up at him for a long moment, those huge brown eyes looking a little lost, a lot grateful and a whole mess of other things Itachi couldn't sort through. "Thank you," he settled on. "I think you're the amazing one. I can't seem to get enough of you."
Itachi smiled. "Good. I hope you never do," Itachi whispered, wrapping his arms a little tighter around Izumo, who settled against him. "I won't ever get enough of you," he promised.
Izumo considered him, then bent his head and tucked it under Itachi's chin. "I hope not," he whispered, but Itachi caught it and tightened his arms. Izumo dropped a few kisses over his chest, then settled down again.
They lay in silence for a long time and Itachi let his mind wander to the future. He knew, now, what this was, knew what he felt for this man. He vowed that somehow, someway, he'd prove to Izumo that they belonged together, that this static proved it - that they were right together.
When he felt Izumo's breathing even out, he kissed the top of the brown head again and finally let out in a whisper the words that had been so insistent all night. "I love you." A few moments later, he was asleep.
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