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Want, Take, Keep	By : Sapphirexkat2 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4535 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Want, Take, Keep

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. ...sadly...

Rating: NC-17; Sex

Pairings: Itachi/Sasuke

Warnings: PWP, Yaoi, lemon, porn industry, language, OOC-ness
Summary: Uchiha Sasuke gets talked into co-starring in a porn film with the famous Itachi, but he didn't expect to fall in love.

Weeee, a birthday fic for our favorite dirrrty boy Sasuke!

�Sasuke-teme, you know I love you.�
The one called Sasuke-teme rolled his pitch black eyes. �Save it, dobe,� he deadpanned. �My answer is still �no�.�
The �dobe� was actually a gorgeous 21 year old man named Uzumaki Naruto. He had messy, blond hair that stood up on his head and clear ocean blue eyes. His skin was a glorious shade of golden brown that occasionally rippled with the muscles underneath hard earned from cardiovascular workouts outdoors. He stood at 6�3�� and was popular with a fair share of the city�s population � the share that wasn�t interested in his pretty best friend.
Uchiha Sasuke was the prettiest man in the region, if not the entire country, and that wasn�t just an opinion of a select few. Practically everyone who had laid eyes on him would say that he was the prettiest guy they�ve seen to date, the people�s ages ranging from 4 years to 80 years. Sasuke was pale, his skin a milky white, and lithe from toning and sprinting around the tracks. His hair was black and styled so that it stuck up at the back and long bangs framed the sides of his face, giving him a flirty, mysterious look. His lashes were thick, almost effeminately so, and his lips were thin but naturally bright red, completing his porcelain features. He was only 6 feet, but his legs looked like they lasted for days.
�Aww, come on,� Naruto persisted, sitting closer to Sasuke on the bench they shared in the park. People were beginning to stare, and some had been staring for quite a while, but Naruto couldn�t help but put on a little show while trying to persuade his best friend.
�Naruto,� Sasuke growled threateningly, glaring at the blond beside him. Despite his pretty features, Sasuke liked to scowl and frown, although they did little to deter his beauty. What one must really watch out for is his pout. The Sasuke pout never failed to sway anyone who looked upon it. Naruto had fallen victim to it many times � as many times as Sasuke fell victim to his bright, sunny smiles.
�What, baby?� Naruto purred, leaning closer towards Sasuke�s ear. �Am I making you hot?� Although Naruto was a cheerful, optimistic ray of sunshine he was also a sexy, seductive beast. Whenever he spoke in his husky, lustful tones no one was safe. He was like a primal alpha male looking to appease his appetites with a female in heat. Sasuke had had sex with Naruto once before � they had been each other�s first, in fact � and he knew first hand how wild Naruto was in bed. Although they had mutually agreed to stay as friends, Sasuke found himself wanting to fall on his back and spread his legs like a whore every time Naruto spoke like that, but Naruto had a boyfriend who was just as lewd as him.
�You wish,� Sasuke replied, turning away even as a flush was tainting his pale cheeks.
Naruto laughed, noticing his best friend blushing. �Right,� he joked. �Anyway, back to the subject. This really famous porn star is doing a film for my uncle and my uncle is begging you to do it with him.
Uzumaki Jiraiya was a director for the best pornography production in Japan, much like Hugh Heffner in America. He did everything from magazines, to toys, to movies. For years, he had been trying to get Sasuke to do a film for him. Naruto had been asked but he simply refused, and he couldn�t possibly fathom getting it on in front of his uncle. Besides, Naruto�s lover was very jealous and possessive; he would never allow Naruto to fuck someone else.
�No. That�s disgusting,� Sasuke said firmly. He couldn�t imagine having sex in front of a camera, and despite his cool, ice prince demeanor, he was a romantic at heart. He would never have sex with anyone other than the person he loved. He only wanted to concentrate on becoming a surgeon and upholding his long dead family tradition of doctors. All his family had died, but he still couldn�t find himself to taint the Uchiha name by becoming a porn star. Besides, it wasn�t like he needed the money. Sasuke was practically loaded, living in his family mansion and all.
�It�s not like that,� Naruto reasoned. �Contrary to popular belief, the porn industry isn�t as bad as it seems. Everyone is clean, and my uncle is exclusive with his best videos. I wouldn�t subject you to something that would degrade you in any way, Sasuke. You know that.� Naruto was only asking because his uncle was absolutely desperate. The porn star that had agreed to do a movie with him only fucked the best looking people and with the industry that paid very, very high. He didn�t do low class porn that ended up on the web or had a chance of leaking out. Jiraiya was a professional and only cast professionals. He had approached Naruto the other day to beg for Sasuke one last time because his new lead wanted a guy and had a certain type. Sasuke fit the description perfectly. If not for the money, then Jiraiya was directing the hot porn star for the honors.
Sasuke remained silent, taking Naruto�s words into consideration. He honestly loved Naruto, had loved him since they had first met in grade school. They had been through hell and high water that had brought ultimately brought them closer together. Naruto wouldn�t ask him to do anything he didn�t want to, and his word was as good as gold.
�What makes this one so special, other than the fact that this guy is really famous?� he asked. �And why me? Jiraiya-san has only the best actors.�
�The guy went through Ji-san�s cast, and didn�t want any of them. Ji-san almost died, but when the guy said what he wanted, he�promised�he�d find someone.� Naruto became nervous towards the end of his sentence, knowing that Sasuke was going to blow a gasket.
�He WHAT?!� Sasuke yelled, glaring at Naruto with anger. �What the hell?�
Naruto smiled sheepishly. �Ah, I wasn�t supposed to tell you that, but I can�t lie to you.�
Sasuke was, in a word, furious. That perverted old man had signed him on as a definite participant already! Naruto tried to calm him.
�Ne, Sasuke, please don�t be angry. Ji-san really wants him and he said anything to keep him.�
�Damn it, Naruto! I don�t care. I don�t even know that guy and�.� Sasuke looked down at the grass. �No. Way.�
Naruto understood what Sasuke was thinking and touched his thigh. �If you agree, my uncle will be indebted to you forever. Whatever you want. Anything. If you don�t want the video published, then it won�t be. If you want to use a condom, then that�s fine, too. Ji-san loves you like a son. If you�re absolutely sure, then I�ll tell him you refuse, and he�ll never bother you for anything again.� And what he said was true. Jiraiya had said to do anything to get Sasuke on the set, and he would automatically agree to the Uchiha�s conditions, whatever they may be. Naruto just had to be sure to exhaust all other options.
�Do you know what he looks like?� Sasuke asked curiously.
�Um, yeah,� Naruto said, as if that fact was as obvious as the sky was blue. �I had to check him out first, of course. I don�t watch porn � get enough of that in my bed � but I trust my uncle that the guy�s legit. Hell, if Kakashi knows him, then that�s saying enough.� Hatake Kakashi, their perverted former teacher and good friend, was like a porn connoisseur, only watching and reading the best name pornography and knowing the most popular faces. If he said that the guy was okay, then he was more than �okay�.
�You didn�t answer my question, dobe.� It wasn�t like Sasuke was considering the idea of starring in porn. He just wanted to know. There was no harm in that, was there?
�Well, he has dark hair and pale skin, like you. I know your type, baby, and he is definitely your type.� Naruto wanted to say that he guy was fucking sex on legs, even more so than he was, but that would take away the suspense, and Naruto wanted Sasuke to be intrigued. After all, if Sasuke wanted to see him, he�d have to agree.
�Oh?� Sasuke asked, his brow arched. Naruto inwardly grinned and nodded.
�Oh yes.�
The pale man frowned. He would not let Naruto get him excited over a guy he�d never met before. What was so great about him? So he was the most sought after porn star, and so Naruto thought he was his type. That shouldn�t mean anything, but considering the fact that Naruto was picky with whom Sasuke dated, the guy was obviously special. He looked up into Naruto�s blue eyes and saw the glint that never ceased to pique his curiosity. Naruto wouldn�t let him fuck a random guy, and despite his qualms about the whole thing, Sasuke had to admit that he was lonely. He hadn�t been mounted in months, much less find anyone that had remotely caught his interest. Besides, there were probably millions of porn stars who wanted to get a shot at the guy, and here Sasuke was with the opportunity begging to be taken by him.
Naruto saw the indecision in Sasuke�s eyes and patted himself on the back. To get Sasuke from �adamantly refusing� to �considering� was a feat no one but Uzumaki Naruto could accomplish, and he had to go in for the kill.
�But as I said, you can still say no,� he added with a hint of nonchalance. �Ji-san will understand. I will understand, even though I personally think you�d kill yourself for not giving the guy a chance.�
Sasuke blinked up at him, but Naruto was too busy watching a little girl play fetch with her puppy. �Why would I do that?� he scoffed, though it didn�t sound as harsh as he had hoped it would. He had never fallen head over heels for someone. Never, not even over Naruto, and definitely not over his past boyfriends. People threw themselves at him, approached him and tried to hit on him. Sasuke wasn�t the one to initiate anything, even if he were the slightest bit interested. Perhaps there was someone out there who could change that, but it wasn�t a porn star. Of that Sasuke was certain.
The blond shrugged and faced him. �Like I said, he�s your type. I know what you like and what you want, Sasuke. He�s it. He has it in spades, baby.�
Sasuke didn�t like Naruto�s certainty. If Naruto was absolutely sure, then that meant that Sasuke would indeed kill himself for refusing. He looked away and gazed at his surroundings as he mulled over his options. Being in a porn production would be embarrassing among many other negative things, but if the lead had Naruto�s approval, even his support, then Sasuke supposed he could give the idea more consideration.
�Tell Jiraiya-san that I�ll meet him tomorrow for lunch,� he said at last, still staring at the playground to his left. �We can talk about it then.� He turned back to Naruto, who was beaming.
�You�re the best, Sasuke-teme! I love you so much.� Naruto hugged him tightly before releasing him and standing. �I�ll call you after I talk to Ji-san. Thanks, baby!�
�Hn. Just go, dobe, before I change my mind.� Naruto winked at him and took off, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket in the mean time. Sasuke sighed and shook his head. He really hoped he wouldn�t regret his decision. Jiraiya wouldn�t let him back out tomorrow; he�d definitely do anything to get Sasuke on the set.

000 000

Naruto had called him and said that Jiraiya wanted to meet at his house. Sasuke had agreed, saying that he�d be at the old man�s place at noon. Naruto had then proceeded to tell him how he wasn�t going to say no. Sasuke hadn�t been so sure, but had allowed the blond to go off on a tangent.
At half past 11, Sasuke made his way to the other side of the city where Jiraiya lived in the suburbs. Although he was as rich as hell, he had chosen to live in a nice three story house instead of a mansion. As he drove, Sasuke thought about what he wanted to say to the film director. He found his hands trembling on the steering wheel and made attempts to stop them by gripping the instrument tighter. He shouldn�t be so nervous. Jiraiya was practically family. And if what Naruto had said was true, then the old man would jump over hurdles to make sure that Sasuke was absolutely comfortable.
He was greeted at the door by Jiraiya�s wife, a woman in her early fifties but still very pretty. She hugged him and invited him inside kindly, then called out for her husband in a stern, demanding voice. Sasuke heard footsteps running down the stairs and saw Jiraiya round the corner.
�Hey, Sasuke!� the man said loudly, rushing towards him and embracing him. Sasuke got a face full of white, thick hair as Jiraiya pulled him close to his bulky frame. �Did I ever tell you that you�re the greatest kid in the world?�
Sasuke saw Tsunade rolled her eyes and turn back into the kitchen. He patted the older man on the shoulder awkwardly.
�Not lately, pervy old man,� he said in mock arrogance, using Naruto�s nickname for him. �So tell me again.�
Jiraiya pulled away and held him at arms length. �Sure, sure. Come on. Let�s go into the dining room. I�m starving!� He led the way through his home, Sasuke following quietly as the older man talked about random things. The Uchiha quickly felt at ease, basking in the warmth of the household. The scents of Tsunade�s cooking wafted through the air and made his stomach tighten in hunger. They passed the den and turned into a large room adjacent to the kitchen with a long dining table. There was a fire place and picture window facing the neighbor�s house. Sasuke sat across from Jiraiya as he continued to babble. He listened half heartedly until Tsunade came out with a large salad bowl, placed it on the table, and left again. She returned with a circular tray with assortments of Sasuke�s favorite foods: rice balls with different fillings, a mountain sushi, several small fillets of grilled fish, and shrimp tempura. Sasuke thanked her as she left.
�So, how�s your summer so far?� Jiraiya said, opening the bottle of sake that had already been placed on the table. Sasuke started filling his plate.
�It�s fine,� he replied. �How�s your family?�
�They�re doing well. My kids are growing up way too fast. I don�t want to get old!�
Sasuke rolled his eyes. The man was already old, being in his mid-fifties.
�So, I heard you wanted to talk to me?� Jiraiya said slyly, pouring Sasuke a cup of sake. Sasuke glared. �What?�
�What do you mean, �what�? You signed me up even before I knew about this!� Some of his earlier anger came back to him, though he wasn�t too upset. He was more irked by the old man�s confidence than anything else. �What made you think I�d agree?�
Jiraiya smirked. �I had to take a chance. Betting may not be my wife�s forte, but it is mine. Besides, I couldn�t let him get away. Filming stars like him is what I live for!�
Sasuke swore that Jiraiya was too immature to be a grandfather, not to mention a renowned porn industry owner. �You didn�t answer my question,� he pointed out.
�Fine. To be honest, Naruto took one look at him and knew you�d say yes. Who was I to disagree?�
The younger man considered this for a moment and decided that he�d strangle Naruto later. He supposed that the blond was just trying to find someone for him. Naruto had been concerned about him ever since they had decided to be friends after they had slept together. He must have known how much Sasuke loved him and needed someone significant in his life. They both realized that Naruto couldn�t be that person, and since then, Naruto had been searching for the right person for him. Sasuke understood that Naruto meant well, but it shouldn�t be the blond�s responsibility to handle Sasuke�s love life. He could do that on his own.
�I guess you wouldn�t,� he conceded. �So�tell me more about this�person.�
Jiraiya nodded. �He�s 26 years old, 6�4�, and a sex god, if I do say so myself.� At Sasuke�s poorly hidden interest, he continued excitedly. �Definitely a Top. I swear, when he first walked in, half my staff pissed in their pants. The other half� well, you know.� He gave a perverted grin. �I�m not exaggerating. Well, maybe a little, but the effect was pretty much the same. Everyone knew who he was, and they were tripping over themselves. It was quite pathetic, really, but I can�t blame them.�
When Jiraiya paused, Sasuke realized he had been staring and turned to his food quickly. The nervousness that had just begun to disappear was returning to him, and with more force. If porn stars got hot over other porn stars, then the new guy meant trouble. Sasuke could imagine how many offers the famous star might have received and secretly hoped that he had accepted none. After all, wasn�t he looking for someone with Sasuke�s description? Hadn�t Naruto said that the guy would have called it off otherwise?
�Don�t you have anyone else?� Sasuke asked.
�If I did, I wouldn�t have asked you. But then again, I�ve been trying to get you for months.� Jiraiya barked in laughter, stopping when Sasuke glared at him. �Ah, help me out, eh? I trust Naruto told you how you�d regret it if you didn�t give the guy a shot.�
�Yeah,� Sasuke muttered darkly, brows furrowed in contemplation. �Can I at least meet him off the set?�
�Mm. No.�
The Uchiha arched a brow. �No? Why the hell not?� Despite his previous disinterest, Sasuke wanted to at least see the guy and know for sure if he was worth starring in a porn film for. If Naruto had been over exaggerating, then he would find out about it and proceed to kick the blond�s ass.
�Well, most stars meet their, er, co-stars on the set,� Jiraiya said, lying through his teeth. He took a swig of sake and quickly refilled his cup. �It heightens the excitement.� He glanced up, fearing that Sasuke wouldn�t buy it, but then grinned when he saw Sasuke frowning around a bite of sushi.
�Makes sense,� Sasuke replied unhappily. �So I guess it�s all or nothing.�
�That�s right.�
Sasuke felt that he wanted more time, but the expectant look on Jiraiya�s face told him that the director wanted an immediate answer. After all, Sasuke had been mulling over his decision the entire night, hardly finding any sleep. To star in a porn film was unthinkable. His dead family members were probably rolling in their graves. Not to mention, he didn�t want his reputation ruined. If he were to become a successful doctor, the act might come back to haunt him, and he couldn�t have that.
But could a single guy be worth all that? Naruto�s certainty came back to him.
What he didn�t know was that Jiraiya was becoming increasingly desperate. The white haired man was shooting back sake like nothing and shifting nervously. He wanted nothing more than to take Sasuke�s hands in his and beg for a simple �yes!�. Sasuke was just sitting there, completely unaware of the fact that he was everything to Jiraiya. If Sasuke could just agree already! What more did he want?
�Look,� the older man said at last, catching Sasuke�s attention. �If you�re worried about the future, don�t. Being in a porn film is hardly a trump card for blackmail, unless you plan to become a politician. It�s legal. My company has a great name.� Sasuke�s blank expression made Jiraiya lose his composure. �For goodness sake, Uchiha! I�ll do whatever you want! I�m really desperate. He�s so popular and amazing and a damn prick for rejecting my cast! But just name it, Sasuke, and it�s yours. You want my villa in Hokkaido? Take it. I�ll even throw in my beach house in Maui. You can have a different name in the movie, of course. If you have any conditions, I�ll meet them the best I can.� He was leaning over the table now, gripping the collar of Sasuke�s shirt and shaking him. �Please! Just say you�ll do it!�
The only change in Sasuke�s face was the slight widening of his eyes, showing his alarm. He was sure Jiraiya was going to strangle him. The older man�s face was red with alcohol and frustration.
�If � if � I agree,� Sasuke said firmly, �then I want only a limited number of movies sold.� Jiraiya whimpered, but he ignored it. �I don�t want anyone else knowing that I�m doing this if they don�t need to. This guy has to be clean and discreet. There will not be any sort of BDSM or blood play or anything remotely disgusting or painful. I will have a safe word, and if I say it then everything will have to come to a halt immediately. If I don�t like whatever is being done to me then I will end the production.� Sasuke was sure to include everything that had been worrying him, and if Jiraiya would agree to his terms, then he would have a more difficult time making his decision. His reasonable, more cautious self was telling him to be careful because the past could haunt him. His naughty, wild side, however, was telling him to give in and let a hot porn star fuck him in front of a camera. Sasuke was letting both sides win over him.
Jiraiya nodded, his grip tightening. �You can have all those things.� Victory was so close that he could taste it. �I give you my word.�
Indecision flashed through Sasuke�s eyes before he gave a weak smile. �Then you have my consent.�
The effect was instantaneous. Jiraiya tackled Sasuke and hugged him tight, sobbing how absolutely delighted he was and that he owed Sasuke his life. Sasuke just patted the old man on the back as he fought to breathe properly. Bear hugs must run in the Uzumaki family.
�I have to get the set ready. Oh, I have to call him!� Jiraiya released Sasuke and crawled backwards off the table, taking several articles of food with him that had stuck to his shirt. �Please, stay for a while longer, Sasuke. There are some things I need to take care of. Eat!� And the director happily skipped out of the dining room, leaving Sasuke alone. Though the dark haired man looked calm, the truth was that his heart was beating loudly in his chest. He had just agreed to do a porn shoot. His mother was weeping and his father was cursing him.
Sasuke decided to drink some sake.

000 000

Jiraiya returned an hour later with a huge grin on his face, as if he had just won the lottery. He told Sasuke that the filming would take place in two days at exactly four in the afternoon. Sasuke nodded as the older man took his former seat.
�So,� Sasuke said, face flushed from sake, �what�s the plot?�
�Heehee. Something perverted, but if you have something in mind, I could have my script writers change it.�
Sasuke reddened further. He had an idea in mind. Hell, he had many. �What�s yours, first.�
�The lead is a corporate business owner and you�re desperate for a job.�
Sasuke laughed. �Sounds fine.�
Jiraiya fixed him with a lecherous grin. �Come on, I know a guy like you has something more interesting.�
�What makes you say that?�
�Well, from experience, the quiet ones have the most perverted fantasies. Hinata-chan has dished up some very nice ones for me.�
Hinata? The quiet one from school? Sasuke nearly choked. No fucking way. So that�s what she was writing in her spare time in that little red notebook. �You�re shitting me.�
�I kid you not. So tell me, Sasuke.�
Several fantasies contained bondage. Others involved kinky sex toys, teacher/student plots and bad guys wanting to get some sweet ass. Most were of repressed salary men looking for hot sex in specialty clubs and pointless fucking between couples. Sasuke had no particular favorites or ones that he wanted to try on film. He was sure that Jiraiya had heard them all before, and that made him embarrassed.
�I�ll just go with what you have. If you�re lucky, I might suggest something a little later�or improvise.� The alcohol was definitely talking now. God, Sasuke was such closet whore. He just hoped he could control himself.
Jiraiya looked ecstatic. �See, now you�ve got my hopes up. Signing you on was the best idea ever.�
�Could I at least get the guy�s name? You�re killing me, Jiraiya.�
�Sorry, kid. You�ll just have to wait.�
Sasuke pouted, his lips pushing out lusciously. Jiraiya looked like he was going to cave in but just barely restrained himself. He couldn�t wait until his new star got a taste of Sasuke; he was sure the guy would come back asking for more, even though he was never known to fuck the same person twice. Jiraiya wasn�t worried about Sasuke. Even though he was the uke, Jiraiya knew that his lovers were actually the slaves. The lead guy would be no different.

000 000

On the day of the shoot, Sasuke was as nervous as hell. His heart was palpitating against his ribcage, and his body didn�t want to stop trembling. When he arrived at the studio, the room fell completely silent. As promised, only the necessary people were there. Jiraiya greeted him and told him to shower well and head straight to make up. Sasuke obeyed without saying a word, allowing an assistant to lead the way. He used the enema that had been laid out for him and took his time under the hot spray. Now that this was actually going to happen, he felt like backing out. His excitement the night before had faded to fear. What if he wasn�t good enough? What if the guy didn�t like him? But Jiraiya had called him the other day and said that the porn star was pleased with his picture and wanted him as soon as possible. That made Sasuke blush, but it wasn�t enough to quell his feelings of trepidation.
He donned the robe hanging by the towels and went out to make up, where a woman with multicolored hair proceeded to style his hair and put some light foundation on his face. She finished off with flavored lip balm and sent him to wardrobe. A brunet handed him a red polo and khaki slacks along with socks and shoes. Apparently, underwear wasn�t needed. After he dressed Jiraiya handed him a page long script. There were short lines of dialogue with no stage directions, as if trusting the actors to take the necessary actions. Sasuke gulped as he quickly memorized his lines. He saw that the lead�s name was Itachi.
�Itachi, huh?� he murmured to himself. That was an odd name, real or not. He could imagine screaming it in pleasure and found that it rolled off his tongue just fine. A head poked into his dressing room and told him that he had fifteen minutes. His anticipation surged at the notification. �No turning back now.�
After ten minutes, Jiraiya came in to give him a pep talk and reassure him. �How are you holding up?�
�Fine, I guess,� Sasuke replied from his chair. �I can�t believe Naruto talked me into this.�
�Mm. Well, as you have probably figured out, the guy�s name is Itachi. He�s already agreed to everything you�ve told me. You can trust him. He won�t hurt you. Just remember to follow the script and go with the flow. Itachi likes doing his own thing; it makes the scene as real as possible. If you feel uncomfortable, he�ll know.�
Sasuke gave a half-hearted glare. �He�d better.�
�Well, you�re on. There aren�t any retakes or anything, so if you mess up, just adlib.� Jiraiya winked. �Let�s go.�
The young man shakily got up from his seat and dropped the script. He took his only prop, a single folder that held his �resume� and followed the director out to the set. They crossed a hallway before entering the large studio. It was completely illuminated by bright lights and white reflectors. There were three cameras in front of the set, which was of a luxurious office. There was a large, mahogany desk neatly stacked with papers and files, and behind it was a large office chair made of black leather. There was a leather lounge chair, a love seat, and cabinets against the walls. Jiraiya spared no expense, it seemed. Sasuke stepped onto the set and felt his member stir. He was getting hard and the filming hadn�t even started yet!
�Alright, people. You know what to do.� Jiraiya led him to his spot in front of the desk and patted his shoulder. �Have fun.� And with that he left. Sasuke shifted.
He soon felt someone approach him and turned to see the most beautiful man he had ever laid eyes on. Sasuke�s knees buckled and he had to struggle to keep himself upright. Itachi looked like a fucking sex god in a black three piece suit. He was tall and well built with pale skin and long, black hair tied at the nape of his neck. His eyes were impossibly black and seemed to suck Sasuke into their endless depths. He had a straight nose and perfect lips, his entire face nothing short of aristocratic. Layered bangs fell over his eyes and framed his face nicely, giving him a sexy, mysterious look. There were lines on his cheeks, one on each side of his nose, but that did nothing to lessen his ethereal beauty.
�You look better in person, Sasuke,� Itachi said, his voice deep and as smooth as silk. �I�m Itachi.�
Sasuke blinked out of his daze when he saw a hand reach out to him. He took it into his own slender hand, loving the way Itachi�s larger one gripped it firmly. �It�s a pleasure to meet you,� he said, glad that he hadn�t stuttered. If he had known Itachi would look like this, he wouldn�t have hesitated to agree. Just looking into Itachi�s eyes assured him that he was going to be fucked within an inch of his life.
�The pleasure is all mine.� Itachi released his hand and stroked his cheek. �I�ll be honest. Now that I�ve seen you, I just want to forget the script and get to the main event.�
Sasuke shuddered and leaned into the touch, his control quickly dissolving as his inner slut started to emerge. His eyes lowered as he gazed up at Itachi. �Then do it,� he whispered. His body was getting so hot and he wanted the hand on his cheek on other places, stroking and stretching his intimate parts.
And Itachi grabbed the back of his hair and completely devoured his mouth. Sasuke moaned, the folder dropping from his hand as he moved in closer, pressing his body against Itachi�s. Itachi�s tongue forced its way into his mouth and ravaged, taking in his taste and trying to reach back to his tonsils. Sasuke responded just as fervently but Itachi was quickly dominating him, and he submitted with a loud whine. The kiss was so rough and demanding that it left Sasuke light headed and heavily aroused. Itachi was damn good, a fucking expert with his tongue, and Sasuke wanted more. He wanted that tongue doing magic in other places and making him scream like the whore he was.
Itachi�s hands wandered and went down to his ass. They grabbed each cheek and squeezed, eliciting a loud moan from Sasuke and causing his back to arch. Sasuke tossed his head back for air as Itachi moved down to his throat. He pulled at the tie on Itachi�s silky hair and proceeded to open the older man�s jacket. Itachi slipped it off and bit at his neck. Sasuke hissed and thrust his hips, silently telling him that he liked it.
The hardness pressing against his was too much. Sasuke could tell that Itachi was huge, and that made his lower belly coil with lust. He pulled back and dropped to his knees to undress Itachi�s lower half. He unbuckled the belt and unfastened the slacks, eager to get to the treasure underneath. His hands carefully undid the zipper until Itachi�s erect cock sprang free, already wet with precum. Sasuke immediately licked up the white drop and moaned at the taste. The saltiness of semen never tasted so good. He looked up as Itachi gave a low groan. Everything about the man before him made his cock twitch and pulse. Itachi�s scent and heat was so strong that Sasuke forgot about everything else. He just wanted Itachi in him, fucking him like no tomorrow.
�You look so thirsty, kitten,� Itachi said, running a hand through Sasuke�s hair. �Go ahead and work me for my milk. I promise I�ll satisfy you.� He stepped out of his pants and closer to Sasuke�s mouth, the tip of his wet penis brushing against Sasuke�s teeth. The younger male nodded, having no doubts that Itachi would keep his promise, and took his time by first starting at the juncture where the cock and balls met. He suckled the soft flesh and licked up the underside to the tip to gather more drops onto his tongue. His mouth then opened and engulfed half the length, unable to take more. He brought his hand up to stroke and squeeze the length, loving the way it filled his grip. Itachi started thrusting, pumping in and out in an attempt to get Sasuke to swallow him. Sasuke had given head a few times in his life, and hadn�t got very good at it (being mostly on the receiving end), but Itachi�s pants and growls were encouraging him. He wanted to swallow everything.
Itachi pulled his head back and bent down to give him a deep kiss. He straightened, leaving Sasuke dazed, and took the rest of his clothes off slowly, teasingly. Sasuke watched with growing hunger as Itachi unveiled his strong torso and tight abs. He knew that Itachi would work like a piston inside him, his powerful muscles working as he drove deep into his body. He stopped staring when Itachi helped him up and kissed him again while he undressed him. Sasuke worked on his pants quickly, wanting to get started as soon as possible before he exploded. His long, slender cock bobbed up as he slipped them off and moaned. Itachi stepped back to take a look at his body.
�You�re absolutely beautiful, Sasuke,� Itachi said heatedly. �Get on the desk on your hands and knees and spread your legs for me.�
Sasuke blushed as he eagerly swiped the desk clear of all the clutter and climbed on. He faced the chair and dropped to his elbows, his ass high in the air. His puckered hole quivered in anticipation, the position never failing in making him feel like a good little slut. Itachi went behind him and spread his cheeks to get a better look. Sasuke whimpered.
�Please,� he begged in a loud whine. �Do something.�
He felt Itachi�s breath on his ass and then a hot, wet tongue probe into him. He screamed in ecstasy, his spine arching forward as he tossed his head back. His cry was loud on the set, echoing off the fake walls. The tongue inside him swirled and lubed him up with saliva. It ran from the back of his balls, over his perineum and up to the end of his crack. The pattern continued several more times, leaving Sasuke quivering and moaning and whining. He was going to cum. His drops of precum were already dripping onto the polished surface of the desk as he thrust back, eager to get more and finally relieve the pressure building in his cock.
�Ita � Itachi, I�m�ah�oh god!� Itachi�s tongue dove in deeper and harder, and Sasuke cried out as his cock suddenly released jets of pearly cream everywhere, splattering onto the desk and his torso. Itachi pulled his mouth out and used a hand to pump Sasuke�s twitching penis to prolong his orgasm. The younger man whimpered, the sensation too much on his sensitive organ. �N-no more,� he begged, but his erection was returning quickly, and the painful stimulation turned into pleasure. Itachi stopped.
�Get down and bend over,� he commanded huskily. He sounded as if he was close to the edge in, and it compelled Sasuke to obey. The younger male shakily climbed off the desk, but before he could bend over the top, Itachi grabbed the back of his neck and pushed him down as he took a hold of his hip with his other hand. Sasuke cried out as he was filled in one, smooth thrust. The burn of being stretched so wide made him scream with pleasure. Itachi�s arousal was so big and hot, just the way Sasuke liked his cocks. Itachi hissed as the muscles around him forced themselves to relax and adjust. Sasuke felt him pulsing inside of him and rolled his hips, eager to start. The groan he got in response made his legs tremble.
�Fuck me, you bastard,� Sasuke said hotly. �Let me feel your dick move.�
�If you want it, then beg for it.� Itachi pulled all the way out and shoved himself back in, tearing a loud cry from Sasuke�s throat. Itachi was teasing him, testing him by giving him a taste of what was to come. Sasuke clawed at the desk as he moaned and ground back against Itachi. He didn�t want to admit how much he needed Itachi�s cock to fuck him. He had never wanted anyone so much! His heart had never pounded so fast and his body had never gotten so hot that he thought he�d melt. Every part of him was on fire. The places where Itachi touched him were blazing with heat and pleasure. The hand on his neck ran up to the back of his head and pulled at his hair roughly. �Well?� Itachi murmured. �I�m waiting.�
Sasuke was glad to hear that Itachi�s breathing was quick and ragged, but that little victory didn�t seem to matter because he was surrendering. Itachi�s harsh grip in his hair was turning him on so much that his erection was dripping again, and the impatience in Itachi�s voice made him just as impatient for Itachi to fuck him.
�Please,� Sasuke gasped. �I need you, Itachi. Pound into me fast and hard until you cum, until I can feel it deep inside of me and flowing out of my ass. Give me that cock!Please! Itachi�.� He whined and tightened his muscles at the same time, begging with his body as much as he was with his words. His plea was answered when Itachi withdrew and slammed into him, rocking him forward. Itachi�s grip on his tightened as he did it again and again, starting a fast rhythm that had him screaming in pleasure.
�Like this, kitten?� Itachi asked. He moaned and released Sasuke�s hair to concentrate on controlling the younger man�s hips. �Is this what you needed?�
Sasuke hung his head and clenched his eyes shut. �Yes! Don�t stop. Fuck me. Fuck me,� he cried desperately. Itachi�s blunt cockhead was hitting his prostate on every thrust, making him incoherent to say much else. He rocked back and forth as best as he could to meet Itachi�s pace, but it was increasing in time and force, leaving him breathless and weak with ecstasy. It felt so good. Everything was so damn good! Pleasure started to build in his cock and he wanted to beat himself off, but Itachi knocked his hand away and took the job from him. He screamed at the dual sensations, unable to control himself. Itachi fucking and jerking him off was too much. He came with his head tossed back and his back arched forward. His essence spilled out of him once more, but this orgasm was more powerful than the last, so much more that he temporarily blacked out.
When he opened his eyes, he felt a new warmth in his ass and inner thighs as Itachi�s cum leaked out of him. Itachi continued moving in shallow thrusts, completely emptying himself. The wet, slick sounds of his cock sliding in and out made Sasuke moan. His entrance was drenched with cum, Itachi�s cum, and the thought made his so very thirsty. He wanted Itachi to release onto his face and mouth.
As if sensing his thoughts, Itachi stopped with a quiet curse and pulled Sasuke up for a kiss. It was slow and passionate as their tongues danced rather than battled. Sasuke broke the kiss and brought up Itachi�s hand that was covered in his semen. He licked and sucked each digit clean. Itachi watched him through half lidded eyes, and the gaze made Sasuke feel sexy. He couldn�t believe that Itachi, a renowned porn star, was letting him eat out of his hand and looking at him as if he were the most desired person in the world. Sasuke finished cleaning Itachi�s hand and lowered it, blushing a dark rosy hue. Itachi kissed him once more and released him as Sasuke moved to kneel on the carpet. Sasuke saw that the flesh in front of his face was at full arousal and immediately went to work. He closed his eyes as he began to suck on Itachi�s cock, concentrating solely on the older man�s pleasure. His hands came up to play with his balls as he swallowed around the thick shaft, drinking in the thin traces of Itachi�s last release. Every time he bobbed his head forward, he would try to swallow more by relaxing his throat and opening his mouth wider. Itachi seemed pleased because he ran his hands through Sasuke�s hair gently, contentedly. Sasuke mewled and doubled his efforts. He started humming and sucking harder, especially at the tip. On the upstroke, he would suckle the head and play with the slit with the tip of his tongue.
Itachi�s pants soon became louder, and the hand in Sasuke�s hair was becoming more aggressive and demanding. Sasuke used one hand to pump Itachi�s shaft as he remained at the tip. He swirled his tongue around, nipped at the soft skin, and sucked hard, as if trying to force Itachi�s cum out like a fountain drink. Itachi moaned and bucked his hips, encouraging him.
�Right there, kitten. Nnngh�. Suck me with that pretty mouth of yours.� Sasuke felt himself grow hard and whimpered as Itachi�s essence continued to seep out of his ass. Itachi�s body tensed, and Sasuke opened his mouth as he furiously stroked Itachi�s massive cock. He watched as Itachi�s lips parted hotly, his throat releasing a groan of completion. Sasuke caught all the thick, white cream spurting into his mouth and pumped the area just below the tip of Itachi�s cock to milk him for every last drop. He then swallowed the tip and sucked some more, moaning as he swallowed everything Itachi had to give him. Itachi hissed and pulled his head back for a deep kiss, his tongue thrusting inside to get the last traces of his essence. Sasuke whined in protest, feeling rather selfish. Itachi broke away with a smirk.
�That was very good, Sasuke,� he purred. �How did I taste?�
Sasuke looked up at him with dazed, black eyes. �Like the sweetest cream,� he whispered, licking his lips like a satisfied kitten.
�I�m glad to hear it. Lie down over there, kitten.�
The younger man did as told. Sasuke lied on his back on the leather lounge chair and spread his legs as Itachi settled between them. They kissed for a minute before Itachi moved down to his neck and started marking it. Sasuke didn�t care as he gave Itachi more access, silently telling him that it was okay. Itachi took advantage of this and placed large hickeys on his jugular and his jaw, two very visible places. Once satisfied, the older man licked a pathway down to Sasuke�s swollen nipples. He used his teeth and tongue to play with the one while he used his fingertips to twist at the other. Sasuke moaned and pushed his chest out. Itachi took that as an invitation to nip and pull harder.
�Mm�Itachi,� he whispered, trailing his fingers through Itachi�s fine hair. �Hurry.� His groin was aching and throbbing for release. If Itachi continued to tease him, then he just might cum. He had always been a sucker for foreplay, something that got him highly aroused and frustrated at the same time. Itachi was a master with his mouth and hands, but even more so with his cock. Sasuke wanted it again.
�Patience, kitten,� Itachi replied against the flesh of his stomach. �I want to enjoy your body.� He wanted to devour the pale beauty before him, to make sure that Sasuke remembered his touch. He held Sasuke�s hips down as he played with his navel. He roved his mouth further south, noting that Sasuke�s skin was the same color throughout. Sasuke spread his legs wider, and Itachi bypassed the weeping erection jutting up in favor of leaving hickeys on each of Sasuke�s inner thighs. He lapped up his drying cum while he was there, eliciting more keening cries from his lover.
Itachi raised his head and couldn�t help but swallow the leaking precum from base to tip. He then settled on his knees and raised Sasuke�s legs over his shoulders, preparing to enter him. Sasuke gasped as Itachi�s heat slowly pushed inside of his slick entrance and reveled in Itachi�s soft moan.
�Please,� Sasuke begged once Itachi was fully sheathed. Their gazes met and while Sasuke�s was needy and desperate, Itachi�s was unreadable. There was a storm of emotions that Sasuke couldn�t see through, but it was gone and replaced with lust as Itachi started moving at a fast, hard pace. Sasuke arched his back as Itachi slammed into him like no tomorrow and clawed at the leather as he screamed his pleasure. Itachi�s cock was amazing with the way it knew where exactly Sasuke�s sweet spot was. It stretched him and fucked him so good. This cock had to have been made for him. Itachi had to have been made for him.
�Don�t stop�don�t ever stop,� he cried. �Oh my god! �Itachi!� His words gave way to high pitched whines that had Itachi groaning and thrusting harder.
�I won�t, kitten.� Itachi reached down and started stroking him. �You�re mine, Sasuke. I�ll keep fucking you and until you tell me to stop.�
They both fell over the edge at the same time. Sasuke screamed wordlessly as his cum landed all over his torso in thick, almost painful spurts. The slit of his cock twitched as it jetted everything into the air, leaving Sasuke limp and exhausted. Itachi emptied his load deep inside Sasuke and continued to thrust as the walls quivered around him. Sasuke barely felt Itachi withdraw before he completely drifted off into unconsciousness.
�I love you.�

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Naruto kept smirking at his best friend, who still had the post-sex flush on his face. Sasuke tried ignoring the blond, but it didn�t help because there was nothing remotely interesting to look at in the small diner.
�I�m not telling you anything, dobe,� he muttered stubbornly, sipping at his coffee. It had been a day since the porn shoot, and Naruto was being the perverted man he was by asking for the details. When Sasuke had woken up this morning in one of the studio bedrooms, clean and sore, he had spotted Naruto sifting through the DVD�s on the shelf. Sasuke was embarrassed that he had been out for the entirety of last night and wanted to know what had happened afterwards and who had taken care of him. Jiraiya had visited him and said that the shoot was a great success. Sasuke had wanted to ask for more details, but Naruto had complained about being hungry.
So here they were at a diner two blocks away from the studio. They had just finished eating and Naruto was being his usual self while Sasuke wasn�t. Images of the day before kept playing through his mind, making his body flush with heat. Naruto had complimented his look and Sasuke had proceeded to glare. He was wearing a turtleneck because Itachi had left many marks on his body, more than a random �one night stand� would. Hell, it had bothered him when his past boyfriends had made them.
�Come on. I would tell you.�
Sasuke fixed him with a look. �You already do. I could have done without knowing that Gaara is a natural redhead.�
�Heehee.� Sasuke dimly noted that Jiraiya and Naruto had the same perverted laugh. �Ne, Sasuke-teme, you could at least thank me.�
Normally, Sasuke would have thanked him with a sarcastic retort, but Sasuke wasn�t acting normal because he usually wasn�t fucked by a sexy porn star who knew how to make him scream.
�Well�thank you,� Sasuke said, blushing and looking away. Naruto smiled.
�Anytime, baby.�

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The next week passed quickly for Sasuke, as he was working for the summer at a caf� by the beach. Sometimes, when he wasn�t distracted by customers, his mind would drift off to thoughts of Itachi. Sasuke had spent many nights thinking about him would wake up the next morning with a big problem or a wet problem. A part of him was hurt that he hadn�t seen Itachi since they had fucked in front of a camera, but the other part of him wasn�t surprised. After all, Itachi only fucked a person once, and so it would be natural for him to walk away once the deed was done. He was stupid to think that Itachi would want more.
�I�m ready to order now.�
Sasuke snapped out of his reverie and looked over the counter to see his long time rival. �I�ll go call Tenten.�
�But you�re standing right there, doing nothing,� Hyuuga Neji said, his pale eyes condescending. �Why don�t you serve me?�
�I don�t serve assholes like you.� Sasuke disliked Neji. They had been at odds since they had first been introduced by their parents when they were in elementary school. Neji liked to think he was better than Sasuke and Sasuke knew he wasn�t. But lately, after Sasuke had become his sophomore year in college, Neji seemed to be bothering him more and more. For instance, Neji knew Sasuke worked at this caf�, but bought his cappuccinos there anyway.
�I�m no more of an asshole than you are. Now, can I get my usual, please?�
Sasuke glared one last time before making a mocha cappuccino with whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles. Maybe if Neji drank enough of them, he�d suffer a heart attack, but that wouldn�t happen anytime soon. He handed the other man a perfectly made drink, knowing that if he did a crap job on purpose then Neji would report it. Neji paid and left a nice tip. Sasuke glowered when Neji made no move to leave.
�Did you want something else?�
�Yes, actually.� Sasuke looked at Neji expectantly but got no further response. Neji just smiled and walked out of the caf�. Sasuke arched a brow. He always knew Neji was a nut case.
After work, Sasuke got a call from Naruto, who said that the movie was done editing and that he should check it out. Sasuke blushed.
�You, ah, didn�t happen to�.�
�Watch it? You bet your ass. I must say, you�ve become quite lewd, teme. It makes me want to have a go at you.�
�Shut up. I�ll be there soon.�
�Mm, hurry, baby.�
Sasuke snapped his phone shut. He couldn�t believe that Naruto had seen it, but then again, another 1,000-plus people would. Sasuke had agreed that only 1,000 copies would be made, despite Jiraiya�s painful pleading for at least 5,000. He walked into the parking lot and saw a man leaning against a black SUV next to his car. Sasuke instantly recognized the dark, long hair and pale skin. His heart skipped several beats.
�Good evening,� Itachi said, his hands in his coat. Sasuke pulled his jacket tighter over his body as he neared him. He still had the hickeys on his body, though they had faded nearly to nothing.
�Hey.� It was different seeing Itachi out in public. For one, he didn�t look like a porn star, but a rich, sophisticated businessman. Nevertheless, Sasuke couldn�t help but feel slightly uncomfortable. �How did you know I was here?�
�Why do you ask? Am I bothering you?�
Sasuke shook his head. �No, I�m just surprised. I was just about to see Jiraiya-san.� He suddenly blushed as he realized what he had just said because Jiraiya owned the porn-making industry where they had had sex in front of a camera�or several, to be exact. He hoped that Itachi wouldn�t get the wrong idea, but wouldn�t he know about the completion of the film anyway?
�That�s right. He�s already finalized everything.� So Itachi did know.
�Yeah.� Sasuke pulled out his keys and electronically unlocked his car. �I�ll, uh, see you later.� He slid into the driver�s seat before Itachi could say more. Sasuke didn�t think he could handle being alone with Itachi for a long period of time. Memories of ecstasy liked to resurface in his mind and make themselves visible on Sasuke�s body. Even though he was attracted to Itachi he knew he should stay away.

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Sasuke couldn�t help but blush a bright red when one of Jiraiya�s assistants stared at him with a dazed expression on her face. He had to ask her three times where her boss was before she led him through one of the studios and into the editing room. His loud cries were clear through the speakers and Sasuke felt like dying. There in the room was Jiraiya, Naruto, Gaara, and Kakashi, all watching the screen avidly. Sasuke walked over to the plasma screen and turned it off.
�Hey, it was just getting to the good part!� Jiraiya complained.
�Teme, what the hell did you do that for?� Naruto shouted. Gaara looked like he was pouting and Kakashi looked murderous. Sasuke scowled.
�All of you are perverts,� Sasuke said stated, crossing his arms. He had seen part of the video and he had to admit that he wanted to watch it, too. It had been at the part where he was on his knees and sucking Itachi off.
�Um, seriously, Sasuke, Kakashi just might burn your fingers off. Put it back on.�
Kakashi�s brown eyes were narrowed and Sasuke pressed the On/Off button again. Kakashi was usually an easy, laid back person, but if his porn was taken away�well�.
The video was now at the part where Sasuke was furiously pumping at Itachi�s entire cock as he sucked at the tip. Itachi�s soft groans echoed loudly in the small room, accompanied by the squelching sounds of Sasuke working at his erection. Sasuke honestly didn�t remember the camera being that close to them, but it had been hard to concentrate on anything else with Itachi touching him and fucking him.
�I still can�t believe that�s you.�
�Shhh!� Kakashi hissed, abruptly silencing the blond. Naruto pouted, but he was quickly placated by the images on the screen.
Sasuke couldn�t believe that he was still in the room, watching and listening to a porn movie that he had starred in, but he couldn�t deny that it was erotic. He could imagine having sex with Itachi while it played in the background�. His groin tightened at Itachi�s deep groan and ran out, slamming the door behind him. He decided to hide in the dressing room until the others were ready to pay attention to him.
Thirty minutes later, Jiraiya found Sasuke lying on a couch and staring up at the ceiling.
�Sorry about that, Sasuke. I wanted Kakashi�s approval,� he said, moving to sit on a loveseat.
Sasuke arched a brow. �Is he a porn critic or something?�
�Or something. You know how he is.� The dark haired man snort derisively. �Anyway, he says it�s absolutely perfect, though he rather prefers there to be at least two minutes of plot.�
Sasuke colored slightly. �That wasn�t my fault.�
Jiraiya chuckled. �You�re right. Itachi-san was the one who couldn�t control himself.�
�So, um, what happens now?� Sasuke asked albeit shyly.
�Well, this is for you.� The older man pulled out a DVD from inside his jacket and handed it to Sasuke. Sasuke reached out to take it and looked at the cover.
� �Interlude at the Office�?� he read incredulously. �The only �office� part was the setting.�
�There would have been more, but someone decided to get straight to the sex. As a director, I should have interrupted you two, but I think everyone in the studio might have mauled me.� Sasuke mumbled something. �Eh?�
�Nothing.� He looked at the picture of him and Itachi kissing and had to put the DVD face down on the cushion beside him.
�Well?� Jiraiya said, his eyebrows wiggling suggestively. Sasuke took a pillow and threw it at the porn director. It got him right in the face. �Hey!�
�It�s not like there�s anything to tell,� Sasuke replied defensively. �You saw everything.�
�There�s always more than what the camera catches, you know. When I was on set, I could feel the chemistry between you and Itachi-san.�
Sasuke had felt it, too, but thought that it was more than that. He had never felt so drawn to someone, so completely enraptured by a single individual that he would become beside himself with pleasure. But didn�t all porn actors have chemistry? Obviously, it would be mandatory that they were compatible and were each other�s types. How else could one have sex with someone without some form of attraction?
�Yea,� he said nonchalantly. There was nothing special between him and Itachi.
�What the hell?� Jiraiya exclaimed. �Is that all you have to say?�
Sasuke sat up abruptly and fixed the other man with a glare. �What do you want me to say? That Itachi was the greatest fuck I�ve had in my life? That I felt connected to him? That having him inside me completed me? Give me a fucking break, Jiraiya. He�s a damn porn star. He�s supposed to make me feel that way.�
Jiraiya frowned, truly disappointed in the Uchiha for the first time in his life. �Being a porn star doesn�t make you any less of a person. They have still have emotions. Happiness, sorrow, love, loss � I�ve seen them all on and off the set, unscripted and unrehearsed. A few of my actors have fallen in love and have quit the scene, and I�m happy for them. Don�t ever say shit like that in front of me again, understand?�
The expression on Jiraiya�s face was of utmost seriousness and anger. Sasuke bit his lip, knowing that he had probably sounded like a pompous ass. He hadn�t meant to mock the idea of porn stars in love. He was just trying to convince himself that it would never happen with Itachi.
�I�m sorry,� he said quietly. �I�ll leave now.�
Jiraiya sighed. �Wait. I apologize for snapping at you.�
Sasuke snorted and smirked. �Just don�t do it again, pervy old man.�
�Gah! How many times do I have to tell you kids to stop calling me that?�
Naruto entered just then, followed by a less groomed redhead. Sasuke rolled his eyes at the large, satisfied grin on Naruto�s face and the fading flush on Gaara�s. �Saa, sorry we�re late. Gaara said he wanted some candy.�
�That�s the lamest excuse ever,� Jiraiya muttered. Sasuke nodded in agreement.
�What else do you want me to say? �You might want to clean some of the controls in the editing room.�?�
Jiraiya�s eyes bugged out of his head. �WHAT?� And he ran out of the room. Naruto giggled and locked the door.
�Dobe, what are you up to?�
�Nothing. I just wanted to talk to you.� He sat next to Sasuke on the couch while Gaara sat on the loveseat Jiraiya had occupied. There was a dazed, cloudy look in his emerald hued eyes, and Sasuke figured he was recovering from the �candy� Naruto had undoubtedly given him.
�Hn. About what?�
�Well, Itachi, to be honest,� Naruto replied. �Kakashi-sensei said some very interesting things.�
Sasuke was interested, and it was poorly hidden in his dark eyes despite his words. �So what?�
�It involves you�and the way Itachi might feel about you.�
Sasuke looked up at Naruto, who was smiling. �What�s there to feel?� he asked, his impassive mask breaking under Naruto�s blue eyes. Naruto always had that affect on him. No matter what, Sasuke couldn�t hide anything from Naruto for long.
�If so, then why do you look so sad, baby?� Naruto was unprepared when Sasuke suddenly embraced him, but he knew what to do anyway. He wrapped his arms around Sasuke�s slender frame and held him close. �You have feelings for him, don�t you?� Sasuke nodded against his chest. �Then you should tell him. Go out on a date. That would be a good start.�
�How do I do that?� Sasuke asked cynically.
�It won�t be as hard as you think. You have a chance. Just go for it.�
Sasuke pulled back and looked into Naruto�s sincere eyes. �If you say so, but�.� He had doubts. Itachi was sure to have had many lovers. After he got tired of Sasuke, he�d probably drop him like yesterday�s trash.
�No �buts�, teme.�

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The next time Sasuke saw Itachi was after work, in the same scenario as the night before, except a couple of women were trying to hit on him. Sasuke watched as Itachi flirted with them before seeing Sasuke and excusing himself. A stubborn, vindictive side of him wanted to tell Itachi to return to what he had been doing. The women were very attractive, and Itachi would surely have fun with a threesome.
�Good evening, Sasuke,� the older man said with small, but genuine smile. �I thought I�d catch you before you went home.�
�I see.� Sasuke glanced behind Itachi to see that the women were still there, eyeing them as if contemplating something. He felt sick to his stomach. �I�m sorry, but I have somewhere to go.� He walked passed Itachi and unlocked his car, but a firm hand caught him by the elbow. Sasuke looked up at Itachi in surprise and a hint of anger.
�Could I accompany you?�
�I�I don�t think that�s possible.� Sasuke didn�t know what was wrong with himself. He naturally played hard to get, but this was more than that. He was jealous. He was upset. If Itachi truly wanted him in the way that Sasuke did, then he wouldn�t have spent his time sweetening up those women. �I knew it. He�s a playboy. I�m so fucking stupid.�
Itachi�s grip tightened before releasing him all together. �Alright.� An unreadable emotion flashed through his intense gaze. �I�m sorry for bothering you.� As Sasuke watched him walk away, he felt his chest clench painfully. Itachi didn�t even look at the females as he climbed into his SUV and drove off. Sasuke sighed and got into his car. Seriously, what was wrong with him? He was being insecure, but shouldn�t he? And how had he become so smitten with someone after having meaningless, albeit mind-blowing sex?
He wished he could call Itachi and apologize, but it was too late for that.
The next day, Sasuke received a call from Kakashi, who asked him if they could have lunch together. Sasuke was free, so he agreed, wondering that his eccentric former teacher had in mind. He arrived at the designated restaurant and ended up waiting for thirty minutes. Kakashi was known to be tardy.
�I had to help several old ladies cross the road, you see,� the silver haired man had said once he slid into his seat. Sasuke rolled his eyes.
�I�m a little too old for your lame excuses, don�t you think?� Sasuke deadpanned.
�Never.�
A waiter came by and took their orders. After he left, Kakashi sat back in his booth and sighed. Sasuke sipped at his glass of lemonade and arched a brow questioningly.
�Is something the matter?� he asked curiously.
�Mm,� Kakashi affirmed. �That�s what I called you here for.�
�So spill it.�
Kakashi idly played with a napkin as he spoke. �Naruto told me that you like Itachi-san.� When he glanced up and saw Sasuke�s mouth open indignantly, he quickly added, �Don�t be angry with him. He just wants you to be happy.�
�Spreading my secret is hardly going to make me happy,� Sasuke replied sternly. What he had told Naruto wasn�t exactly said in confidence, but still. Naruto should know to keep something like that quiet.
�It�s not really a secret, Sasuke-kun. It�s pretty obvious.� Kakashi�s gaze returned to his napkin. �In saying as much, I wish you�d � .�
�No offense, but I wish you�d mind your own business, Kakashi. I�m not in grade school anymore.�
�True. But that doesn�t mean I should stop looking out for your best interests. Apparently, you can�t do that for yourself.�
Sasuke shut his mouth before he could give a biting retort. Kakashi looked like he was serious, and it touched Sasuke that someone cared that deeply for him. Other than Naruto, Kakashi was always taking care of him, making sure that he socialized and opened himself up more. �But why are you telling me this?� he asked quietly.
�Because Itachi isn�t who you think he is. He might be a porn star, but he doesn�t sleep around. Everyone he has had sex with was a professional, excluding you. His reactions to you were different. He doesn�t kiss his co-stars and hardly makes a sound while he�s doing it, unless he�s forced to by his employers. Sasuke�don�t you see what I�m trying to tell you?�
Sasuke was completely dumbfounded by Kakashi�s words. �H-How do you know all this?�
Kakashi smirked. �Just trust me. I did some research on Itachi-san. I also spoke with him a couple of days ago. He helped edit the video, and he bought all 1,000 copies.�
�Why would he do that?!�
�He didn�t want anyone else to see you.�
The younger male suddenly blushed. The waiter came back with their orders just then, but Sasuke was too busy thinking to begin to eat. Itachi had bought all 1,000 copies of the video? Sasuke would think that Itachi would want it out in stores to make money, not lose it. But more importantly, why wouldn�t Itachi want anyone to see Sasuke? It took be taken negatively in the sense that Itachi didn�t want to be seen with an amateur, but Sasuke knew better than that.
�So you�re beginning to understand,� Kakashi interrupted.
�Yes�.�

000 000

On the next day Sasuke took his lunch break at a sushi stand across from his work. As he ate, he thought about the small party that was going to happen that night at Jiraiya�s beach house. Kakashi had told him that Itachi would be there, as he was leaving in two days. Sasuke felt pressured to make his decision as to whether or not he wanted to try a normal relationship with the older man. He supposed he should, if whatever Kakashi had said was true, but he still had qualms about it.
Later that night, as he was getting ready, he decided that he should ask Itachi about the way he felt. Everything Sasuke had told him so far was hearsay. Although Jiraiya, Naruto, and Kakashi were all reliable, Sasuke wouldn�t doubt that they would make things sound better than they actually were.
Jiraiya�s beach house was huge. It spanned for seven acres, not including the entire size of the property. It was two stories tall and white with dark blue trimmings. There were several cars parked already. Sasuke recognized Itachi�s black SUV and took a deep breath. This was it.
Tsunade greeted him at the door and told him that everyone was out in the back porch. They walked together towards the beach, where five people were already seated at a round table playing cards. Everyone turned when Sasuke stepped out and Naruto patted a seat beside him. The Uchiha between Kakashi and Naruto, and right across from Itachi.
�I�m all in,� Jiraiya said, pushing his mountain of poker chips towards the center. Kakashi folded as did Naruto. Gaara called it soon after. Itachi did the same.
�Three of a kind,� Gaara said, putting in his three nines. Jiraiya laughed and turned over his straight. Everyone looked to Itachi, who played his cards and revealed a royal flush.
�Damnit!� Jiraiya cursed. �I suck at this game.�
�Hey, you want in?� Naruto asked, nudging Sasuke as Kakashi collected the cards. Sasuke shook his head.
�No thanks.�
�Come on. You�re pretty good.� Naruto remembered playing strip poker with Sasuke when they were younger. Sasuke never lost, but that could have been because he didn�t want to get naked first.
Sasuke felt Itachi�s heavy gaze on him and agreed. �Fine.�
Itachi offered to give from his pile, saying that he�d win it back anyway. That brought out Sasuke�s competitive edge. Itachi may have one hell of a poker face, but he probably had a tell.
Five rounds later and Naruto and Kakashi were out, thanks to Sasuke calling their bluffs and being dealt good cards. Itachi�s pile was still bigger than his, but he was quickly catching up.
�100,000 yen,� Sasuke said, putting his chips in the center. Itachi stared at him for a moment before upping the ante to 400,000. Sasuke glared and doubled the pot by adding another 500,000.
�Oooh,� Naruto chimed, grinning. �Now this I gotta see.�
�I�m all in,� Itachi said, pushing his entire pile of chips. His dark, intense eyes bore into Sasuke�s. �And if I win this, you�ll spend the night with me.�
Sasuke was taken aback, and he looked at his cards, all his confidence disappearing. Itachi was making his move, and Sasuke suddenly wasn�t sure of what he wanted. A night with Itachi would give him all the evidence he needed, and then they could progress from there. But if this was just a ploy to sleep with him again, then he might as well sacrifice his pride and save his dignity by folding. Sasuke looked back up into Itachi�s eyes and remembered something. Itachi never slept with the same person twice. His heart thundered loudly in his chest.
�I�.� All eyes were on him now, waiting with bated breath for his decision. He didn�t want to call the bet because he�d lose anyway, thinking that he had a chance of winning. Sasuke wasn�t the type to quit, but he knew when a loss was right around the corner. �I fold.� He placed his cards face down on the table. �You win.�
He stood shortly after and walked away towards the beach, wanting to be alone. Naruto looked like he wanted to follow, but Gaara held his arm and shook his head, and they decided to sit on the lawn chairs below the patio. Jiraiya and Tsunade went inside to check on the food, and Kakashi reached out to flip over Sasuke�s cards. Sasuke had three Queens. Itachi dropped his cards on the table. He had nothing.
Sasuke sat by the shore, just staring out over the horizon. Itachi approached him and sat on the soft sand on his right. They didn�t say anything for a while.
�The sky is clear,� Itachi said, breaking the silence. �You can easily see the stars.�
�Why did you make that bet?� Sasuke suddenly asked, not turning to face the other man. He wasn�t upset. He just needed to know.
�Isn�t it obvious? I want a second chance with you.� Sasuke looked at Itachi and saw a pale, fierce beauty illuminated by the moonlight. He searched Itachi�s gaze for a lie, anything that would falsify the sincerity in his voice. But Sasuke only found the same unreadable emotion he had seen back on the set. He averted his eyes.
�Because I�m a good fuck?� he asked bitterly. There was a faint growl and he was suddenly on his back with Itachi looming over him. The sand was cold on his back, and Itachi�s body was warm over his.
�Because I�.� Itachi�s expression turned soft, his brows drawing together in what seemed like pain. Sasuke gasped. Itachi looked so sad, so forlorn, and he couldn�t help but lean up for a kiss. Itachi met him the rest of the way, crashing their lips together.
Sasuke responded just as fervently as pleasure raced up his spine and made him dizzy. Itachi roved his tongue deep inside of Sasuke�s mouth, as if trying to reach his very soul. Sasuke moaned and wrapped his arms around Itachi�s neck to pull him closer. Itachi rested his elbows on either side of his head and aligned their bodies. Sasuke arched up as he felt Itachi�s hardness grinding into his hip.
�W-wait,� Sasuke moaned, turning his head to break the kiss. Itachi pulled back, panting and flushed.
�What is it? Are you uncomfortable?� he asked breathlessly. He shifted and hissed as he rubbed against Sasuke�s hip.
�Please, slow down. You have all night with me.� Sasuke had to admit that he liked where he was. He felt safe. Losing to Itachi didn�t seem like a bad idea anymore.
�You�re right,� Itachi said with that small, genuine smile of his. He got up and pulled Sasuke into a sitting position, dusting off his back as he did so. Sasuke blushed at the treatment.
�Hey! The food�s ready!� Jiraiya called. �Let�s chow!�
The seven of them gathered at the table out in the back porch and ate while Jiraiya talked about random things. Naruto was the only one to respond, usually with his mouth full of food. Gaara kept telling him to swallow first but his lover paid no attention. Sasuke listened and kept glancing at Itachi, who was sitting so close to him that their thighs touched. Heat was constantly transmitted between their point of contact, leaving Sasuke feeling warm and cared for, but while the touch was innocent, his mind couldn�t help but wander to what would be happening later that night. Itachi hadn�t promised anything, but Sasuke was sure that it would end with sex.
Tsunade brought out the sake and they all drank heartily, except for Gaara and Itachi, who were the designated drivers. Sasuke wasn�t much of a drinker, but he had been suckered by Naruto into a drinking game, and before he knew it, he was feeling tipsy and light headed. Naruto had said that he was the funniest drunk ever, but Sasuke couldn�t remember those times. He may low tolerance, but he was usually with quickest to recover.
�So, Kakashi, how come Iruka-sensei didn�t come tonight?� Naruto asked.
Kakashi chuckled. �Oh, he will be,� he promised sensually. Naruto laughed.
�Not like that, pervert. I meant�why isn�t he here?�
�Had to grade papers�and all that shit.�
�Shouldn�t you being doing that as well?� Gaara pointed out. Kakashi waved a hand dismissively.
�I�m the teacher. Not you.�
�Alright,� Gaara said, amused.
�Honey, could you bring out the stereo?� Jiraiya asked of his wife. Tsunade glared at him, her cheeks flushed.
�You get it.�
�Ah, fine.� The white haired man got up from his seat, stumbling slightly. Tsunade rolled her eyes and helped him.
�Honestly, you old man.�
�Mm, you�re so good to me, Tsunade-hime.�
�I just don�t want my stereo broken.� The bickering married couple went inside, leaving the younger men alone. Naruto turned to Gaara.
�You�ll take care of me like that, won�t you, love?�
�If you don�t kill me first,� Gaara replied. �At this rate, I�d give myself five more years.�
�Aww, don�t say that. I love you so much.� Naruto leaned in and kissed Gaara, their lip-lock quickly growing passionate. Kakashi mumbled something about being lonely and pulled out his cell phone as he went down to the shoreline. Sasuke, who was sitting on Itachi�s lap, leaned into Itachi and let himself hold him.
�What�s wrong, Sasuke?� Itachi whispered into his hair, tightening his arms that were around Sasuke�s waist.
�Kiss me, please?� The Uchiha turned in Itachi�s lap until he was straddling him. He moved forward until their hips met and rocked twice, moaning. Itachi grabbed his waist and gave a soft, lustful growl. He leaned in and took Sasuke�s lips gently, using his tongue to part them and delve inside. Sasuke rolled his hips and sighed through his nose, loving the way Itachi responded to him by kissing him harder.
�If you don�t stop,� Itachi said against his mouth, �then I�m going to have you ride me right here.� He proved how aroused he was but thrusting up, letting Sasuke feel his trapped erection. Sasuke tipped back without breaking their kiss to grind the cleft of his ass on Itachi�s bulge. They both moaned. Sasuke�s lips parted from Itachi�s with a wet smack.
�I wouldn�t mind,� he said heatedly, moving a hand down to stroke Itachi through his pants. �Your cock is so fucking huge.�
�And it�s all natural, just for you.� Itachi hissed as Sasuke squeezed him. �Fuck, Sasuke. Are you trying to make me cum?�
�Isn�t it obvious?� Sasuke replied, squeezing him again. �But I would much rather have you cum while you�re inside me.�
�I�m ready to get out of here.� Sasuke chuckled and got up. He looked at Naruto and Gaara, who were in the middle of a heavy make out session. He didn�t want to interrupt them, but he didn�t want to leave without saying good bye, either. Naruto pulled back, as if sensing this, and Sasuke kissed him and Gaara on the cheek. Sasuke then called out to Kakashi.
�Tell Jiraiya-san and Tsunade-san that we�re leaving.�
�Will do,� Kakashi shouted back, cell phone against his shoulder. �Have fun, boys.� Itachi waved back as he and his younger lover left. They climbed into his SUV and drove off to his hotel.
Once they were in the elevator, Itachi pressed the button for the fifteenth floor and proceeded to ravish Sasuke, who, despite his weak protests, responded eagerly. Itachi unbuttoned a part of Sasuke�s shirt and worked on leaving love bites on the pale flesh, replacing his faded marks. Sasuke leaned heavily against the wall, encouraging Itachi with moans and gasps.
�Ah, Itachi!� Sasuke cried as the older man found an erogenous zone by the nape of his neck. �Fucking shit.� He was quickly losing strength in his legs. Itachi sucked and bit harder. �Uhn, hurry up and fuck me.�
�We have time, kitten.�
Just then, the doors opened, and Itachi led Sasuke by the wrist to his room. He quickly pulled out his keycard and swiped it on the lock. Sasuke rushed in but didn�t get very far as Itachi pushed him against the wall and started kissing him. Sasuke pushed Itachi�s coat off and tugged the small band holding his hair together. Hair the color of midnight freely cascaded down Itachi�s back, and he gripped the strands tightly as Itachi moved down to his collar bone. Itachi hoisted him up and started grinding into his hips. Their eyes met and Sasuke was instantly brought back to when they had first met. The predatory look was back in Itachi�s gaze, leaving Sasuke with the feeling that he was going to be devoured alive.
Itachi maneuvered them to the bed. He dropped Sasuke onto the mattress as he began undressing himself. He toed out of his shoes while unbuttoning his shirt. Sasuke did the same, ridding himself of his shoes and socks before sliding off his half opened shirt. He watched Itachi rid himself of his socks and then unfastened his pants. It was pulled down along with his boxers, leaving him completely naked. His red cock stood wet with precum and he pumped himself, causing more of his essence to leak out. Sasuke licked his lips.
�Wrap that pretty mouth around me, kitten. Suck my cock.� Sasuke did so immediately. His hand replaced Itachi�s as his mouth licked the head. He moaned and took more into his mouth, his lips stretching around Itachi�s fat erection. It pulsed and hardened further as he swirled his tongue around and up the underside. Itachi caressed his cheek and moaned softly, telling Sasuke how good he was and how utterly sexy he looked with a dick in his mouth. Dirty talk never ceased to turn Sasuke on, and he worked harder to please Itachi. He bobbed his head faster and swiveled his head in circles. Itachi pulled his cock out and told Sasuke to take his jeans off.
Sasuke lied back as he unclothed the rest of his body and spread his legs. Itachi kneeled between them and pushed his knees farther apart to get a better look at Sasuke�s hungry entrance. He bent down to tongue fuck that tight little sphincter as he had done the first time. He was rewarded with Sasuke�s lewd cries and pleas for more.
�Ngh, Ita�ah�chi! Please�I want your cock. I want it so bad! Ah, fuck!� He held his knees up as Itachi thrust his tongue in deeper, thoroughly coating Sasuke with his saliva to get him prepared for his cock�s penetration. The muscles pulled and contracted around his tongue, teasing him. Itachi moved up and dragged his tongue along Sasuke�s balls and wet erection. He swallowed him whole, making Sasuke scream and arch his back. He pulled away with a smirk. Sasuke�s body was pink and slick with sweat, but his face was the most alluring. There was nothing but pure desire in his expression, and it was all for Itachi.
�Ride me,� Itachi said huskily, leaning over Sasuke�s trembling frame and reversing their positions. �There�s some lube in the top drawer.� Sasuke kissed Itachi before reaching over to the nightstand and sifting through the drawer. He found a medium sized tube and pulled it out. He then slid down Itachi�s body and poured a generous amount over Itachi�s member, making sure to spread the gel evenly. Itachi bucked his hips up while Sasuke�s hand stroked him firmly. Sasuke smirked.
�I see you like that,� he teased, flicking his wrist several times. Itachi moaned and Sasuke suddenly couldn�t take it anymore. He got up on his knees and aligned Itachi�s cock with his entrance, quickly deciding that he could forgo the stretching. His head flew back as the tip breached him, stretching him wide. He slowly impaled himself the rest of the way until he was completely seated, feeling every ridge of Itachi�s shaft. Itachi was so hard and so deep inside of him. Sasuke looked down into Itachi�s half lidded eyes.
�God, kitten,� Itachi groaned, �you feel so good.�
�So do you, Itachi� Sasuke replied breathlessly. �So damn good.� He rolled his hips and gave a keening cry. �Oh fuck!�
�That�s right. Fuck yourself, Sasuke. Ride my cock.�
And Sasuke did just that. He slowly moved up until Itachi�s cockhead was right at his entrance and slid down. He repeated it again several more times before picking up speed and braced his hands on Itachi�s abs for better leverage. Sasuke rode harder and faster with each passing minute, giving them the pleasure they had yearned for since their last time together. He bounced and circled his hips and clenched tight around Itachi�s cock, drawing deep groans from his lover.
�Touch me,� he gasped, his eyes pleading with Itachi�s. His erection was leaking like a troublesome faucet. He needed to cum so badly but Itachi had to stroke him first. At this point, he would only cum if it was by Itachi�s hand. Itachi reached down and fisted Sasuke tightly, jerking him expertly. Sasuke screamed and came all over himself and the hand pumping him, further adding to the slick sounds of their fucking. Itachi kept pulling at him, encouraging more of his white essence to spill out until Sasuke begged him to stop, that the stimulation was too much. Itachi pulled his hand away and gripped Sasuke�s hips, guiding him to move faster.
�Right there�. Ngh, Sasuke.� His little sex kitten decided to fuck the tip only and Itachi reached his climax with a loud curse. His seed spilled everywhere as it streamed out of his cock. Sasuke continued to ride him slowly until they were both hard again, and Itachi pulled Sasuke�s hips up and pushed him onto his hands and knees on the bed. Sasuke whimpered as he dropped to his elbows and was entered again almost immediately. Itachi started spearing into him again and again, brushing against his prostate and driving in deep. Sasuke could do nothing but scream and beg, beg for Itachi to take him and own him. Suddenly Itachi began to slow down.
�No, no, no. What are you doing?� Sasuke whined, trying to push back against Itachi. �Please, don�t stop. Please, Itachi!�
�Say that you�re mine again, kitten,� Itachi said softly, leaning over Sasuke�s back and nipping at the nape of his neck. Sasuke trembled.
�I�m yours, Itachi,� he replied, a torrent of emotions washing over him. He turned his head to look into Itachi�s dark, alluring eyes. Itachi was still thrusting into him, steadily and firmly, and it was hard to concentrate on the words he wanted to say. �If you�ll have me, keep me forever.�
Itachi kissed him in a way that Sasuke had never been kissed before. He could sense that Itachi was pouring all his unspoken feelings into it, and he did the same, knowing that Itachi would understand. And as the kiss progressed, Itachi started thrusting faster and harder, returning to the tempo he had previously set. Sasuke broke their kiss with a cry and Itachi moved to his neck. His teeth sunk into the pliant flesh, leaving a mark. Sasuke gripped the sheets and nearly tore them as his second orgasm ripped through his body. It was so powerful that he saw a blinding flash of light behind his eyes, and his breath caught in his throat. He came so hard that it hurt, as if every bodily fluid that he possessed rushed out of him in white hot temperatures. He heard Itachi scream his name as heat flooded into him, filling him utterly and completely. They collapsed onto the mattress, exhausted and satiated. Sasuke was the first to pass out, moaning contentedly as he submitted to blissful unconsciousness. Itachi had enough strength to slide out and hold Sasuke close to him before falling asleep.

000 000

Sasuke awoke at the incessant sound of his cell phone ringing. He groaned wearily and moved to get up, but the arm around his waist tightened. He smiled and snuggled back, ignoring Naruto�s designated ring tone. He�ll call the blond back later.
�Who was it?� Itachi asked once the song had ended. Sasuke laid a hand over Itachi�s arm.
�Naruto,� he replied. �What time is it and that dobe�s calling?� He glanced at the radio clock and nearly had a heart attack. It was nearly one in the afternoon. �It�s already 12:45.�
�That�s alright. Are you working today?�
�No, I�m off.�
�Then sleep for a while longer, kitten.� Itachi shifted and held him closer. Sasuke closed his eyes and did just that.
An hour later, he woke again feeling hungry. He turned and saw Itachi sitting up against his pillow, one hand playing with Sasuke�s hair and the other flipping through the channels. Itachi glanced at him and smiled.
�Good afternoon, Sasuke. Did you sleep well?�
�Yeah, but I�m hungry.�
�Me, too.� He leaned down and pecked Sasuke on the lips. �Let�s shower and grab a bite.�

000 000

They ate at the diner Sasuke and Naruto usually frequented on their days off. Sasuke noticed how most of the girls stared at them and smirked. Usually, he would ignore them, but he was in a good mood. And it was nice to show off that he had such a sexy boyfriend, even though the girls wouldn�t know that.
�Can I tell you a secret, Sasuke?� Itachi asked once they received their drinks. Sasuke peered over at him and nodded. �I�ve seen you here before.�
�When? I�m sure I would have spotted you.� Itachi was a difficult guy to miss.
�I was passing by the window, and I saw you with Naruto-kun. I was on my way to see Jiraiya-san.�
�Oh.� Sasuke didn�t see how this was very important, or a secret, for that matter.
�When I met with Jiraiya-san, I saw a picture of his family on his desk and saw you and Naruto. The real reason why I rejected Jiraiya-san�s cast was because I wanted you.� Now that came as a surprise to Sasuke, who was starting to piece the puzzle together. Itachi had deliberately asked for him. He had known that Sasuke was friends with Naruto, who was Jiraiya�s nephew. Sasuke blushed. Itachi chuckled. �Do you see, kitten?�
�But�.� Did this mean that Itachi liked him so much as to ask that he be his co-star? Itachi still could have gone through the shoot with another porn star but he had asked for Sasuke instead. He had only caught a glimpse of Sasuke and wanted him.
�I immediately felt drawn to you. I didn�t want anyone else.�
�What are you saying?�
Itachi brought a hand up to touch Sasuke�s. �Isn�t it obvious, kitten?� Ah, the question that had Sasuke at a stand still. Itachi apparently liked him to figure things out on his own. After all, it was Sasuke�s decision whether or not to accept him. All his previous, idiotic doubts flew out the window. He had been wrong about Itachi.
�I don�t think I have enough proof,� he replied teasingly, his red lips tilting up in a smirk. Itachi�s eyes darkened with lust.
�We�re leaving,� he said, pulling out his wallet and dropping more than enough bills for their ordered meals. He then slid out of the booth and took Sasuke�s wrist, quickly leading him out of the diner.
�Wait! We haven�t eaten yet!�
�That�s alright,� Itachi replied, looking back at him with a mischievous glint in his eyes. �I�ll have my fill, and my milk should be enough for you, kitten.�

@_@ gah, this was so long. Um, I hope it was alright? I really don't know much of anything, so please feel free to comment or criticize, Thank you so much for reading. Reviews are appreciated, and the more there are, the sluttier Sasuke becomes... haha. as if that's possible.
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