“You do know blow jobs are supposed to be fun.” Naruto quips with a smile as his tongue traces up the underside of Sasuke’s exposed shaft.

“Hn. Then do a better job.”

“Fuck you, bastard.” Naruto seethes squeezing hard enough to make the brooding male thick twice about what should and should not be said whilst another person has your dick in their hands. “Never mind I’ll just wiggle the massive dick you have had jammed up your ass all morning long.” Naruto storms out slamming the door.

Without a second thought of the fuming blonde, he tucks himself back into his pants and flips out his cell phone. He dials a number he wishes he didn’t remember

“Sasuke” The voice rejoices darkly. “What a pleasure to hear your voice.”

“The guy you sent is a complete failure; I thought you said he was the best.” Sasuke huffs

“Ah, sadly I did not send him. A former colleague placed him in your hands. And yes for this job he will be the best”

“If he is the best then I am not surprise the only place you can work out of is a back ally or a car.” Sasuke bites.

“Tsk, tsk it is not nice to mock your elders especial those who know all of your little secrets.”

“And it‘s not nice to fuck over someone who knows your questionable fetishes.”

A chuckle rumbles over the phone, “Speaking of fetishes. Do you wish for me to stop by and personally rectify your situation?”

A click and a dial tone is the final answer his question.

Itachi sits in his office rewriting his presentation, apparently fantasying about his newest employee and crushing numbers for the next fiscal year is counterproductive. He glances up at the clock it is ten minutes past six. Packing his paperwork into his brief case he decides a trip to the company indoor pool is quite necessary before heading home.

“Good night Mr.Uchiha.” the masses sing as he passes by. His curt reply is a nod, a small smile and the occasional two fingers and a thumb wave. He makes his way downstairs and takes the service elevator down to the basement. Lucky for him very few people know about the pool so it makes for a perfect place to relax and forget about all your on the job troubles. Stripping out of his business attire he saunters casually over to the locker area and pulls his swimsuit out.

The water is perfect. The pool is as expected empty. Not wanting any company he locks the main door and turns off the over head light. The still lit underwater pool lights dance on the water’s surface as Itachi slides in with a broken throaty sigh. The cool water laps over his warm skin. He falls back into darkness of a single unlit corner and basks in the sound of hypnotic silence. His upper arms anchor him in the red tiles gutter as his slow half bobs to a slow beat.

Kurama tosses the last letter into its correct bin and rubs his eyes. He figures if he keeps this job longer then a month he will need a Seeing Eye dog just to find his bathroom. He stands. He tilts his head to the left and then to the right, the day has worn him down. Sadly it was just the first day, and the confrontation with Sasuke was not a good substitute for morning coffee. He could hear Kisame preaching to him about watching his attitude, but in his defense Kurama argued the bastard had in fact started it. It was already to late to catch the last bus back home so what was a few more hours at work he muses as he walk towards the service elevator. During Kurama’s previous unguided tour he was lucky enough to stumble upon a hidden treasure just on the assumingly empty floor between the parking garage and the bottom floor.

Kurama pulls on the door. It doesn’t even wiggle. Peering through the window into the darkness he can see the pools water calmly calling him. He shrugs and pulls out two pins in ten seconds the door’s locking mechanism releases and he pushes the door open. He walks inside and relocks the door behind him. His first step he drops his bag. The second step his belt slides with a tug out of his trousers. The next two steps his fingers flip and jump over each other as his shirt slides off his rolling shoulders and on to the ground. His thumbs tickle against the fine hairs on his stomach as he unfastens his pants letting them fall in a puddle around his ankles. His hands ride his hipbones as he inches his boxers down until they finally drop to the floor. His fair skin glows in the artificial mini moon light recessed in the walls of the pool. Dark eyes soak in and memorize each angle and slope of Kurama’s body as he steps into the pool. He swims to the center of the pool and stops.

“Hello, Is someone there?” he nervously asks a darkened corner.

Itachi smirks and silently blows out his breathe and sinks straight down without a splash. Kurama cautiously treads water in the middle of the pool straining his eye to catch any movement. The nagging feeling he is being watched is making his senses tingle. The pool deck was clear as was the pool surface the only place he hadn’t looked was underwater he takes a big breathe and screams as something wraps around his waist and pulls him under.


Itachi sits back on his couch reading a previously neglected novel. He licks his finger and turns to page twelve. Water pools on the floor under his desk unfortunately he will have to clean it up tomorrow or perhaps later on tonight depending how tired he is. He closes his book placing it on the small side table stationed catty-corner to his sofa. He walks over towards his desk. He bends down for a moment to admire his handy work with a satisfied smile he returns to a standing position. He raises his hand and forcefully brings it down. The sound of soft flesh being smacked echoes in his office as Kurama bucks against his bonds and whines under a gag. Each one of Kurama’s limbs is tied to each one of the desk’s leg.

Itachi walks around the desk he has Kurama tied to and squats down in front of him. He removes the gag and waits. Kurama remains silent.

“Now, why are you really here?”

“I don’t understand. I just need a job so I applied for the mail office.” Replies his voice tentatively laced with fear and confusion.


Itachi runs his fingers gentle through the bleeding flames of red hair, “Honestly Kurama how foolish do you think I am?”, then without provocation he yanks back a handful of hair and is mesmerized by the wildest green eyes he has ever seen Itachi nearly quivers with excitement. “If you are going to fuck me over you better work that deliciously tight little ass of yours.” He slowly releases Kurama’s still wet hair and drags his finger along his spine dampening it in the tiny collection of water remain on Kurama’s back. Itachi slide his middle finger between Kurama’s ass cheeks and dips the tip of his finger into his entrance. “Or I’ll gladly work it for you.”


Grant me your forgiveness when I steal all you have
Glass emotional ties link me soul to the past
A single unwanted touch separating the pain from the pleasure
A multitude of dying memories can linger on forever