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A Home for the Holidays.	By : tobiasrosetta Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Itachi/Naruto Views: 3996 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: Thanks again for your lovely reviews, you guys. They really help me write this story for ya'll. Carousel: I'm really glad you're enjoying the fic! I'm very fond on this storyline, and it's so interesting and fun for me to write, I just hope it's as fun for you all to read. Moodysavage: Ahahaha Wasn't that a great visual? I'm going to have to draw that up later for sure! I'm glad you like the way the characters are interacting with each other. That means I'm doing my job right. Dataxia: Thank you for continuing to read! I know it's been a long time coming that I continued on it, but I hope that I'll be able to actually finish this fic this next month, and get started on a new one soon! FlightlessBird: You're just like me! If I find a fic I love, I have to read all of it in one sitting or else I go crazy. I'm so happy that you like this story enough to read all of it~ Midnight Essence: Awwww! <3 Thank you for sticking around and being here to catch my return~ All will be revealed soon. Well, not all, because I have to have some mystery for later, but most! There's a lot of twists and turns in the future.

Chapter Nine: It Came Upon a Midnight Clear.

Dinner had been almost pleasant between the two. Itachi was slightly amused at the way Naruto unconsciously kept a hand at his neck, plucking and feeling, and tracing the edge of his collar. Honestly, the older man had no clue why his possession over this young boy was so satisfying. Seeing his claim on the other so plainly as a collar, a darker part of him felt content. Especially with how relaxed Naruto was becoming, at last. But then, Itachi doubted the boy could think of anything but the food he was shoveling in at the moment. The Uchiha had made plenty extra, wanting to help the malnourished youth get back to full health. If he had to guess, he would assume that his pet was close to 20 pounds underweight.

Once his initial hunger had been sated, the blond slowed down and leaned back in his chair with a conscious sigh, and let his blue eyes flicker up to Itachi briefly, before returning to stare at the meal. “So... H-how was work?” He attempted, and it wasn't lost on the black haired male how the tendons along the side of the other boys jaw convulsed as he gritted his teeth. Shifting his position on the ornate cherry oak finished dining chair that he sat on, Itachi tilted his head a bit.

“You can relax Naruto. I already told you. I won't touch you again.” He replied instead, addressing the big physical question the boys body was asking, rather than the vocal one he'd been delivered.

“WHO THE HELL SAID ANYTHING ABOUT THAT YA DAMN PERV?!” Naruto yelled, his face becoming that mask of passion, anger, and embarrassment. For the first time in a while, Itachi felt himself smirk, honestly amused by his pet. Before long, a soft chuckle rolled from his chest, outward. It felt as odd to Itachi as it must have sounded, coming from the usually stern and straight-laced CEO.

“Work was... Work. I settled a few accounts, and had to listen to a pile of shitty business proposals. Nothing glorious, I promise.” He answered finally, and watched as the steam seeped out of the blond, muscles relaxing as Naruto sighed and sagged into his chair, starting to eat with a renewed vigor. “What did you do?” Itachi pressed, a bit confused as to why he was asking a question he didn't truly care about. But for some reason, he wanted the boy to relax, and open up to him a bit. Maybe, if he did, Naruto would eventually tell him personally about his history. That was a long shot, knowing what he knew about his pet.... But it was worth the effort, to him.

“You have so many TV channels Itachi!” Naruto exploded suddenly, looking excited as he scooted to the edge of his chair, talking with his mouth full. The boy didn't even notice he was getting rice all over his face. “I watched this one show -a documentary or whatever- about ninja's and samurai and stuff! It was so cool! Man I wish I coulda been a ninja! I would have been the best one EVER! People would tell stories about ME!” His exuberance had Itachi laughing, completely. He couldn't remember the last time he'd actually enjoyed himself around another person.

The older man participated in the conversation, keeping Naruto talking about the things he'd learned about on the History Channel that day. It surprised him when he realized that he didn't dislike the sound of the boys voice. Normally he found people who were loud completely annoying, to the level he thought his ears might bleed. But not with his pet. Finished with his meal, Itachi got up and gathered his dishes up to take into the kitchen, before returning to Naruto's side and picking up the napkin that rested, unused, beside his plate. His other hand, firm but gentle at the same time, took hold of the young mans chin and turned his face upward so that he could carefully clean off the others face. Staring up at him with shocked eyes, Itachi frowned a little, forcing his grip to stay loose. With such a serious face looking up at him, lips parted slightly in an unspoken question, he felt the urge to lean down and.....

“Are you sure you're an adult?” He asked teasingly. Naruto's demeanor shifted easily, and he jerked away from the others hand, wiping his face off on his arm.

“Teme.” Naruto grumbled through another mouthful that he'd shoved in to stifle his irritation. Dropping the napkin back to the table, Itachi shook his head and left the dining room, headed in a beeline for his bedroom. He wanted a shower, badly. He could still feel the stiff air of his pretentious office clinging to his skin and clothes, and it was stopping him from relaxing fully. Over an hour later, Itachi emerged, dressed in a fresh pair of lounge pants, and his sleek hair loosened from it's ponytail, washed and dried to hang down his back in a silken curtain. It was no wonder the man was one of the most eligible, and ultimately unobtainable, bachelors in the city.

Padding barefoot through the living room, a peek over the couch showed him Naruto, fast asleep and snoring loudly, with the TV on some ridiculous cartoon. Itachi didn't turn the show off, but he did lower the volume so that he wouldn't be able to hear it while he worked. Luckily he'd been able to leave office work at the office that night, but here he had a stack of boxes full of clothing for Naruto. Pein had taken the liberty of having Kisame order them on Itachi's card, once the others sizes were made known. It irked Itachi, of course, but the Uchiha knew it was a good foresight on Peins account. It saved him the trouble of having to take Naruto out personally to try and find decent clothing. And it wasn't like he couldn't afford it. Whatever the wardrobe had cost, he hadn't even noticed a ding in his bank account. Hauling the boxes to his bedroom, Itachi cleared half of his closet, condensing all of his clothes to one side, and set to going through and hanging up what he could for Naruto on the other half.

It struck him that this was something people usually only did when a lover moved in with them. He'd experienced that only once before. Gritting his teeth a little, the older man forced his hands to relax, or else he would have torn the shirt he was holding in half. Shisui was gone, and there wasn't anything he could do to bring him back. A long breath hissed out from between Itachi's lips and he forced himself to relax, and once again suppress those painful memories. Before long, he had all of the clothes hung up, and the underwear tucked into a spare drawer. Standing back and looking at his handiwork, the man was startled, realizing that half of the closet, his half, was so blandly monochrome, blacks, whites, and greys, while Naruto's half was a burst of color... A burst of life. When had he become so black and white? A little troubled, Itachi closed the closet doors and pushed the color away, finding it painful to look at. A grimace was set onto his face even as he walked back into the living room and turned the tv off, hauling Naruto of the couch and into his arms. He wanted to go to bed and sleep the memories that kept tearing at the seams of his mental barriers away.

Stirring a little as he felt himself sink onto the bed, Naruto sighed and peeked open a single eye at Itachi, tensing and waking up more when he realized he was in bed, now, with the man leaning over him.

“Relax. I'm not going to touch you.” Itachi said, yet again. Every time he said it, it seemed to become more and more of a mantra for himself, so he could keep himself at bay. Pulling the covers up over Naruto, Itachi grabbed his favorite pillow from his side of the bed, and pulled the quilted comforter off the end where it sat decoratively.

“W-what are you doing?” Naruto asked, leaning up onto his elbows, blinking blearily as he watched Itachi head to the door. Sighing, the man sent a quiet look over his shoulder to the blond, a look that made the boys chest tighten oddly.

“You obviously aren't comfortable with me after what happened this morning, Naruto. I'm going to sleep on the couch, and I'll arrange for one of the spare rooms to be set up into a bedroom for you later this week. Just... Sleep. Goodnight.” He explained, and before more could be said, Itachi left, closing the door behind him with an echoing thud, that felt scarily final. A shiver passed through Naruto, who glanced around the room. Had it felt this lonely in here, that morning when he'd napped after Itachi had gone to work? Settling down, azure eyes slid closed, and he tried to get to sleep.

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Some time during the night, Itachi's eyes shot open. Nothing in particular had woken him, but his heart was pounding in his ears, and as he shifted on the couch, the man felt oddly uncomfortable. Not for his position, really. But something just didn't feel right. And no matter what he tried, he couldn't get his eyes to close again. With an exasperated sigh, Itachi sat up and blinked at the clock in the room, eyes adjusting to the dark so he could read it. 12:30. No where near early enough to give up on sleep for the night. He'd be useless tomorrow.

“Mmm.....” The breathy groan that interrupted the dead silence of the apartment made Itachi freeze, hand poised on his scalp to rake through his hair. Glancing around, at first he saw nothing, until he looked down. Indeed, the sound hadn't come from him. He wasn't going crazy. Naruto was there, curled up on the floor beside the couch where he'd been laying. Wrapped up into a tiny ball, blanket clutched around him, the blond had come out at some point in the night, and fallen asleep near the older male. After a few long moments of watching the other, a strained sigh followed by a wry chuckle left Itachi, and carefully, he reached down and pulled Naruto off the ground and onto the wide couch. The leather was plush, and overstuffed. Under the weight of both their bodies, they sank down and as the others small body unwound and molded against him, Itachi felt his discomfort lift.

This was why he couldn't sleep... Watching as that mop of golden hair nestled against his bare chest, thin arms looped around him to cling tight, Itachi swallowed hard, and allowed his hand to come up and stroke those flaxen strands. This was getting complicated.
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A Home for the Holidays.