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Immersion Learning	By : antilogicgirl Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1224 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: Well, I'm glad those of you that reviewed did so. That was awful nice of you. In return, I'll continue my trend of posting once per day until this is through (incidentally, there is only one chapter left...mostly just the good stuff). This chapter is hella short, for which I apologize, but it is plenty eventful. All of Naruto's doubts and Sasuke's issues come to a head with the help of an obliviously well-meaning Itachi. And a hefty amount of booze. Mostly booze.

Title: Immersion Learning
Genre: Romance, Comedy, Drama
Series: Naruto
Begun: 13 April 2011
Finished: 24 April 2011

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Summary: When Naruto took a job as a live-in English tutor, he was told that it would be difficult to get along with his student. He did not expect that he would fall in love with the sullen little brat. [Naru/Sasu]

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Lesson Five: Compound Complex

Things had been going well. Naruto gave his progress report to Mr. Uchiha once each week, and the man seemed pleased with the work he had done with Sasuke. Then, one Friday evening, he asked that Naruto do some work with Itachi on informal conversational English. “The Americans we work with believe he is too...” Fugaku fumbled for the word, and Naruto finished for him.

“Stuffy?” He suggested, and Fugaku nodded. “I think I can help. But I have to ask, Mr. Uchiha, can he take constructive criticism?” Fugaku assured him that it would be no problem at all, and that his elder son was much more amenable to such things than the younger. “When should I begin his lessons, then?”

Fugaku looked over a paper or two and then said, “This evening, I believe. He will not be staying late at work. I have already made sure of it.” Naruto knew that Sasuke was not going to be happy. They had planned to go and see a movie, and then go out for coffee. Instead, he would have to think of something to do with Itachi, who he barely knew.

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Sasuke pouted when he broke the news, but the boy knew his father's temperament well. Fugaku's word was law in the Uchiha household, so whatever he said was the way things would be. Naruto had gotten a door slammed in his face for his trouble, and a stubbed toe when he kicked the thing in anger. It was at times like that when he remembered just how young his lover was. Every now and again, he could throw a hissy-fit worthy of a thirteen-year-old girl.

Now, as he stood in the kitchen of his little apartment, he wondered just what they might do. He needed to work up a vocabulary profile on him, so going to a movie was out. They might try a book store, or maybe just go for coffee. Naruto was stumped as he sipped iced tea, looking out into the garden through the kitchen window. It would be a while before Itachi got home from work, anyway. The man was a work-a-holic, just like many Japanese men.

Of course, just as he thought this, there was a swift knock on the door, which turned out to be Itachi. He blinked at the man who stood outside his door. It seemed that every time he saw Uchiha Itachi lately, the man had just taken a shower. His hair was still wet and slightly tangled, causing dark patches of dampness to spread over his pale gray t-shirt. Jeans that looked several years old hung a bit too low on his hips for public wear, and he wore flip-flop sandals. Naruto then knew where they were going: nowhere. It was clear Itachi had no plans to leave the Uchiha property, and for a second it appeared that he might simply be too tired to do so.

“Come in,” Naruto said as he stepped to one side. Itachi stepped into the apartment, bringing with him the smell of Ivory soap and a vaguely rosemary-scented shampoo. When he closed the door, Itachi was already on the couch. Maybe he really was tired. “Would you like anything to drink?” Naruto asked as he approached.

Itachi leaned on one leather couch arm and fixed him with unnerving dark eyes. “Something stronger than iced tea, if you have it, please.”

Naruto hid a smile. He went into the kitchen and opened the cabinet nearest his refrigerator. “Long day?”

The man on the couch groaned heavily. “It has been a very long week, Naruto-san...”

He came back up from the cabinet with a bottle of Bourbon and two glasses. “First thing's first, Itachi. Drop the honorific. Then, we'll work on something called 'contractions'.”

Half an hour later, Naruto and Uchiha Itachi played Blackjack, and they were on their fourth round of Bourbon. Itachi tapped his cards.

“Hit me.” He sipped at his whiskey, by all accounts appearing to enjoy it. Dark eyes closed and he breathed in deeply. Naruto lay a card down, face up, next to the Queen of Diamonds. He drew the ten of clubs, and Itachi opened one eye and visibly wilted. “I bust. This is a difficult game.”

Naruto grinned. “I used to deal at Harrah's (1). There are people who can make a decent living playing Blackjack. It's just you gotta learn how to roll with it. And also know when to quit.” Itachi nodded, and they put the cards away. Naruto went back to the refrigerator and pulled out things to make ham sandwiches. They needed food before they drank much more, otherwise they might get hammered before long.

Itachi moved to one of the barstools, and watched Naruto as he assembled sandwiches and scavenged for other food items. After a long moment, he said, “My brother is under age, Naruto.”

In the middle of opening the mustard jar, Naruto froze. He turned his eyes toward his guest and erstwhile student. There was nothing threatening about the way Itachi looked back at him, only a calm relaxed stare. “What?” It was all he could really manage just then.

The other man leaned on the counter and finished off his glass. As he reached for the bottle again, he mused, “I see the way he looks at you.” Amber liquid flowed into the glass and he went on. “In a way, I can't complain. You are not a poor choice for him. And his attitude is so much improved that it isn't a painful thing to be near him anymore. But he is still very young, and has always been...fickle.”

Naruto did not know how to take that. “What are you trying to say?”

One of Itachi's powerful shoulders rose a fraction of an inch in a half-shrug. “Nothing, really. Only that you are likely to have your heart broken just after sleeping with him. You may be better off finding someone more mature.”

Naruto had put the sandwich aside, and was now leaning against the counter. “More mature? And who might fit that description?”

Itachi blinked slowly and sipped his drink, his eyes never releasing the hold they had on Naruto's. “I make no suggestions. You are a grown man, Naruto. If you find someone who is responsible and mature, who can think more of your wellbeing than his libido, so much the better. But consider my words a warning from someone who cares. It is not a question of if he breaks your heart. Only a matter of when.”

Naruto went back to making the sandwiches. So Sasuke was a man-eater, was he? Probably a woman-eater, too, with his looks. Could that be past-tense? Was that just a phase he had gone though, or would it really happen the way Itachi said?

The prospect of being dumped not long after they had sex...it was not pleasant. And Naruto knew that many of the problems they had were caused by the age difference between them. He took a bite of his now-finished sandwich, but didn't taste it. Then he put down his food and finished chewing before he said, “Can we continue your lessons another time?”

Itachi polished off the remainder of his Bourbon in a single gulp and stood with a slight nod. “I see you have a lot on your mind. Good night, then.” Itachi left the apartment, and Naruto remained confused and troubled.

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Sasuke heard Itachi enter his room, and almost immediately stuck his head out into the hallway. His footsteps were slow, with a very slight shuffling quality. Sure as the sun rose in the east, that meant his brother had been drinking. By extension, Naruto had been drinking as well. Sasuke's eyes narrowed, suspicion gnawing at his guts. He wanted to see Naruto, to find out if anything had happened between them. Itachi probably wasn't the kind of man to cut in on Sasuke's relationship with his lover, but one never knew.

He glanced over at his desk clock. It was only eight in the evening, and he did not think that his teacher would be going to bed yet. So he grabbed a pair of flip-flop sandals and headed down the back stair case. Out the back door and across the lawn, he listened for any sign that he was being followed or watched. Having heard nothing, he felt safe in visiting with Naruto. Sasuke went up the stairs and saw that the door was slightly ajar. He pushed it open, and found something that he simply did not understand.

Naruto was seated at the bar in the kitchen. There was an empty bottle of Kentucky Bourbon and one of tequila that was three-quarters full sitting on the counter top. The blond man poured himself a shot glass of tequila and tossed it back with an air of long experience. When he set down the small glass, he sighed heavily. Sasuke entered the apartment and closed the door, the sound alerting Naruto to his presence. Panic was replaced by sadness and then resignation in usually bright blue eyes, leaving them dull and spiritless.

Sasuke moved closer. “I heard Itachi come back. Did he...do something?” He got no answer to his question. Instead, Naruto pulled him into a crushing hug. “What is wrong with you?” Still not a word from the man holding him. It was another long moment before the grip Naruto had on him loosened and finally fell away. More tequila was poured and ingested. He tried to take the bottle away, but got his hand slapped. One of his dark eyebrows rose, and his voice turned irritated. “So you are not going to speak to me, but you will drink yourself into unconsciousness?”

There was stubbornness in the way Naruto's chin jutted out, and Sasuke thought he was being an idiot, but there was no way that he was just going to let him drink himself into alcohol poisoning. Kicking off his sandals, he sat down and pulled the shot glass in front of himself. He poured it full, and polished it off.

“Hey! You're not supposed to be drinking that!” Naruto yelled, swaying slightly on his stool.

Sasuke grinned slyly. “If you tell me what's wrong, I won't do it again.” Naruto looked away, shutting his mouth tightly. “Have it your way, then.” He poured another shot, and drank it down with a hiss. “Ugh. That really is terrible. Do you have any limes?” Naruto was staring at him in disbelief now. Sasuke ignored him and went to the refrigerator. He found a small bag of limes, and sliced one up before taking out the salt shaker.

“If you get drunk, I'm going to be in deep shit,” Naruto whined. He was gripping the counter tightly with his left hand as Sasuke took hold of his right. A shiver went through Naruto's body as he licked the inside of his wrist before shaking salt onto it. “Sasuke--”

Before he could start complaining again, Naruto had a chunk of lime in his mouth. “Shut it,” Sasuke snapped, and poured himself another shot. He licked the salt from Naruto's wrist, threw back the shot, and grabbed the back of his lover's head. When their lips met, he took the lime and bit it before thrusting his tongue into Naruto's mouth. Moans and whimpers filled the kitchen, and after a moment, he did not know whose they were. He pulled away and took the abused bit of fruit from his mouth. “If you won't tell me what is wrong, Naruto, I am going to keep doing this. Over and over and over again.”

“God damn it,” Naruto growled, “You just don't know when to quit, do you?”

Sasuke leaned in and kissed him again, briefly. “I can do this all night long. Of course, you might go insane before then...but if you are not willing to talk to me, then what am I supposed to do?” That was not entirely true. He might be able to have three more of those before he lost all inhibition. But Naruto did not know that. All he could hope for was that his lover caved in before then and told him what he was worrying over. “Or we could take turns?” Sasuke suggested, “You could lick the salt from my neck.” Naruto groaned. “Oh...maybe you would like to try my nipples instead?”

“You're the devil.” Naruto took the bottle, his movements highly exaggerated. He was severely tipsy, and verging on being fully drunk. “If I drink much more, I won't be able to control myself, Sasuke. I will do things to you that we'll both regret later.” Sasuke did not believe him. Well, the control thing, he did. But would he regret anything that happened between them? That was highly unlikely. In fact, it bordered on being impossible. He said as much, and Naruto laughed bitterly before he said, “Let's say we do keep this up. I'll probably fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for a day or so. It would be hot, intense and probably kinky at some point. What'll happen then?”

Sasuke blinked, confused. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Naruto leered, “What is going to happen between us after that? Am I going to be the person you cherish most? Or will I end up getting tossed aside like a used-up tissue?”

The confusion left Sasuke's face immediately, to be replaced by anger. It burned white hot in his chest, threatening to consume him. “Is that what Itachi said? He told you that I am some kind of man-whore? That I can not keep a relationship past the point of sexual intercourse?” Sasuke planted his hands in the middle of Naruto's chest and pushed. Hard. The man toppled off of the stool and onto his back, hitting his head on the floor. Sitting on his lover's chest, he pinned his arms to the floor. “I am sick of you doubting me, Naruto.” Disgusted, Sasuke stood up. “Why did I fall in love with you? All you ever do is think the worst of me.” He turned on his heel and started for the door. “Fuck this. Fuck you.”

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For a second, Naruto stared after Sasuke. Had he really just...He did, you idiot, and he's getting away.

Like pieces of a sliding puzzle, his thoughts shifted and fell into place, and Naruto scrambled to his feet. He lurched toward the door and ripped it open just as Sasuke reached the bottom of the stairs. “Wait!” Naruto called, but he was already on the lawn. Barefoot and mostly drunk, Naruto took the stairs two at a time, very nearly falling down twice. He caught up with Sasuke under a massive oak tree. In a football-style tackle, Naruto flattened him to the ground and landed on his back.

Sasuke wiggled and fought him, and for nearly a full minute, they wrestled on the ground. Somewhere in there, Sasuke punched him on the nose. When all was said and done, however, he had managed to get the upper hand. With all of Sasuke's limbs pinned the ground, Naruto lay atop him once again, panting with exertion. “Get off me, Naruto. I am going to hurt you if you--”

“I love you,” Naruto blurted, and watched as Sasuke's eyes went wide. “I do, Sasuke. I'm sorry I said those things. It's just...I was scared.”

A muscle under Sasuke's eye twitched. “You are a complete idiot. Especially for listening to my brother.” Naruto frowned, and Sasuke sighed. “I had two girlfriends back in Japan. What Itachi does not know—because I never told him—was that those girls broke up with me after we did it. They did not want me. They wanted him.”

“What?!” Naruto gasped, “They screwed you to get closer to your brother?”

Sasuke nodded. “But even though he believed their lying sob-stories about how cold-hearted I am, he did not comfort them in the way they hoped. My brother likes older women. For a while, I thought that he might try something with you, but I was thankfully wrong about that. Now let me up before I decide to kick you in the balls.” Naruto scrambled off of Sasuke, who stood up. He held out a hand, which Naruto took, and pulled him to his feet. “Now,” said Sasuke in a business-like fashion, “Let's go back upstairs. You have a lot of apologizing to do.”

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Notes:

1 – Harrah's – Harrah's casino in Downtown New Orleans. I believe it is the only entirely land-based casino in Louisiana that is not on a Native American reservation. A venture begun by former Louisiana Governor Edwin Edwards.
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