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Drawing Closer (Sequel to Static)	By : djserani Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1171 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�I�m not here.�
Izumo looked up from the stack of papers in front of him, eyebrows going up and blinked at the man who leaned against his now-closed office door. �You�re an awfully vivid construct of my imagination, then,� Izumo managed.
Itachi smirked and then frowned as he looked around the small room. �Your office is way too small for what you do.�� Izumo glanced at the familiar workspace.� Two filing cabinets covered part of the window behind his desk.� Next to them on one regular wall and along the other wall, were tall, deep metal shelves filled with tools, parts, discs and all manner of computer things.� On the wall opposite his desk was a large whiteboard covered in project notes, days off reminders, scheduling issues and the like. �His coat tree was crammed between one set of shelves and the door and behind the door was his single, spare chair.
His own desk was covered.� It was budget time, so there were spreadsheets taking up just about every inch of surface area.� His keyboard and mouse were buried and, in fact, the only things visible were his monitor and pen cup, at the moment. Everything else had paper on it.
Izumo shrugged. �I�m kind of used to it. I�d probably just fill something bigger with more things that no one has room anywhere else for.� He chuckled. �This way, they can�t make me responsible for any more.�
Itachi laughed. �Good strategy. See? Brilliant.�
Izumo rolled his eyes.� �I thought you weren�t here.�
Itachi crossed the room and leaned across Izumo�s desk until they were only a few inches apart. �Nope. I�m a construct of your imagination.� Incidentally, does that mean you imagine me often?�
Izumo blushed.� He�d been doing just that right before Itachi had walked in, instead of working on budgeting.� His mind had been firmly on two nights ago and a rather extraordinary bout of desk sex.� Then the after-sex dinner.� Sesame chicken and conversation, then they�d had sex again.� Then they�d talked more, had sex again and finally taken a shower in that huge bathroom.� He had, in fact, not gotten home until very late.
He was quite uncomfortable at the moment because of it, having been brought to the present rather quickly.� �That seems to� um� happen, yes,� Izumo admitted and the smirk on Itachi�s face turned into a full smile.
�Good. I� well, me, too,� he murmured, closing the distance.
Izumo�s eyes slid closed as their lips touched.� He dropped the papers in his hands and cupped Itachi�s face, tilting his own head to deepen the kiss.� One strong hand cupped his head, fingers threading through his hair and their mouths opened to more fully taste each other.� Izumo�s breath stuttered and his heart pounded, the feel of this man that he was so fascinated by filling him and he still couldn�t believe or understand it.
A ping from his computer had them breaking apart.� An instant message from his best friend came up. �Yuhi�s on the floor.�
�Kurenai�s looking for you,� Izumo said and Itachi swore.
�Move back,� he said, rounding the desk.
Izumo raised his eyebrow, but did as he was bid, watching as Itachi crawled under his desk.� Izumo blinked down at him. �Itachi?�
But he just held a finger to his lips, grabbed Izumo�s chair and tugged it closer.� Izumo shook his head as he was pulled in, resettling in his chair a little better.� He stared, unseeingly, at the papers on his desk, trying to figure out what to do.
A few seconds later, there was a knock. �Come in!� He called.
Kurenai Yuhi pushed the door open and leaned in.� Her eyes moved over the room, then settled on Izumo. �He�s here, isn�t he?�
�Uh, who, Ms. Yuhi?� Izumo asked, hoping he looked as innocent as he was trying for.
�Don�t give me that.� Guess he didn�t manage it. �Itachi. He�s here. Where is he?�
�Well, uh, unless he�s in the filing cabinet, there�s no place for him to be�� Izumo said, shifting in his seat and fighting harder for an innocent expression when he felt a hand on his pants.
Kurenai�s dark eyes narrowed.� She shook her head, her long black hair flying out behind her and stepped fully into the room.� �I don�t buy that one bit. He�s here, he has to be.�
Izumo shook his own head. �Why? Why would he be here?� He asked and the puzzlement was real � he was lost as to why she�d assume Itachi was in his office.
�Because you�re all he�s been able to talk about for two days now.�� Izumo�s mouth dropped open, but not only because of what Kurenai said.� No, his zipper was being lowered at the same time.� The timing just happened to work out really well.
He gaped at her. �He has?�
Kurenai stood up straighter and her scowl faded. �Yes. �He is rather enamored with you.� �She actually smiled, instead. She glanced around, obviously looking for a chair and Izumo was very grateful his only one was stacked with boxes at the moment.� He also took the brief break to reach under and try to pull up his zipper, but Itachi�s hands were there, moving his underwear aside and pulling his cock out.� He managed to suppress the grunt when his still half-hard cock was suddenly engulfed in Itachi�s hot mouth.
�Uh� I� um�� Izumo stammered, with no idea what to say to that.� Horribly aware of the fact that Itachi was under the desk currently sucking on his cock, Izumo struggled with the need to both groan at the feel and not give Itachi�s location away.
Kurenai just smiled. �It�s okay,� she said, misinterpreting his hesitation.� �He tends to unsettle a lot of people.� The smiled faded. �But� if you don�t feel the same�� she started and Izumo held his hand up.
�No, um� that�s not�� he felt really weird trying to discuss this with her. Especially since he hadn�t told Itachi much about his feelings � since he didn�t really understand all that much yet, himself.� And Itachi was under his desk, sucking his cock.� He couldn�t think normally when that was happening to him and this was even worse.
But she rescued him from having to quantify. �Don�t worry,� she said with a sly smile.� �I can see enough.�� Izumo blinked at her, wondering what she meant by that.� He opened his mouth to speak � though he still had no idea what to say, when she beat him to it.� �Well, when you see him � because I am sure you will � tell him that I am not able to cancel the meeting he�s so hell bent on getting out of.� He�s got twenty minutes to finish whatever he�s doing and get back upstairs.� Thanks, Mr. Kamizuki.�
�Uh, Izumo,� Izumo managed, though it was a close thing, because Itachi chose that moment to swallow around his cock and he nearly choked on the air he inhaled.
�Alright, Izumo. I�ll see you later, I�m sure.� She threw a wave over her shoulder then stepped through the door, closing it behind herself.
�Itachi!� Izumo hissed, reaching under the desk.� His hand collided with Itachi�s head and he tapped on it, trying to get Itachi to stop.� But Itachi didn�t seem to want to move and instead started playing with Izumo�s balls.� Izumo groaned and stopped trying to push the man away. His fingers threaded through the black hair, his eyes closed and he lost himself in the pleasure.� Lips, tongue, a suck, a swallow and Izumo had to fight hard against a full shout.
The man was amazingly talented and Izumo felt his balls tightening insanely fast, now that he wasn�t distracted by having to speak coherently.� It was only the shaking that brought him back to himself.� He managed to move enough to twist around the side of the chair and look down to see Itachi�s cock out and the man�s hand flying over the hard length.� �Oh God�� he whispered at the view, but then finally was able to pull back and out, bringing a surprised expression to Itachi�s face.
�What�?�� Itachi asked, blinking up at him.
�Let me help you,� Izumo whispered, dropping to his knees next to Itachi and shoving his chair away.� �We shouldn�t be doing this, but God, I can�t seem to resist you.�
�Good. I don�t want you to,� Itachi murmured, coming back out from under the desk and catching Izumo�s lips again.
They lost themselves for a long moment in the feel of lips and tongue.� Hands moved over each other�s bodies as the kiss deepened further.� Soft moans were loosed and when Itachi tightened his arms around Izumo, pulling him in, their cocks brushing, Izumo was forcibly reminded of why he stopped Itachi in the first place.� He pulled back from the kiss and took in the dark grey eyes. �Please� let me��
Itachi put a finger over his lips. �You can help me finish. Lay back.�
Izumo wanted to protest, insist he do more, but their location was still very much in the forefront of his mind, so he did as Itachi bid, his head resting against the thick glass window.� Itachi shifted, settling between Izumo�s legs and a moment later, he was swallowed and it was as if there hadn�t even been a break.� His hands went to the black hair, his eyes were glued to that sexy mouth stretched around his cock and Izumo bit hard at his lip to keep his sounds contained.
It didn�t work very well, however.� Before long, he was screaming toward the edge and an �Oh fuck,� slipped out, anyway.� Itachi pulled off, running his tongue over the crown, then around under the ridge before moving back down over the entire length.� Another suck, a swallow around the sensitive head and Izumo�s hands tightened in the hair.� �Oh God� nngh�Tachi, I�m� oh fuck, I�m going to�� he started, but when Itachi swallowed and sucked again, he lost it, the
pleasure slamming into him. �Fuck!�� He grit his teeth, unable to keep the sound contained completely.� The climax hit and despite his best efforts,
he rocked, thrusting into Itachi�s hot mouth as the orgasm pulled the cum from him and shot it down Itachi�s throat.
When Izumo started to go soft, Itachi pulled off and Izumo fought hard to gather wits and breath.� The grey eyes were locked on Izumo�s face, Itachi�s hand still moving, stroking a cock that was so hard and red that Izumo knew he had to be close and so Izumo managed to move, sitting up and pulling on him.� They switched places and Izumo wasted no time swallowing the man�s length.� Itachi grunted and he felt the hand in his hair, tangling through the locks.
Izumo poured himself into it, one hand cupping and teasing Itachi�s balls as he pulled up, tongue tracing a line along the underside.� He toyed with slit and ridge, then swallowed again and Itachi started moving, thrusting into Izumo�s mouth.� Izumo held on, sucking, adding what he could and only a few moments later, the hands flexed, pulling his hair and Itachi�s let out a, �Fuck, Izumo� Coming� Oh God!� that sounded loud in the office.� Izumo couldn�t care because then he felt the cock twitch against his tongue and he was focusing instead on swallowing the not-insignificant evidence of Itachi�s pleasure.
When it stopped, he pulled off and looked up, meeting the grey eyes that were fixed on him.� Itachi sat up and, Izumo followed suit, reaching out and touching this person that confused him so much.� Confused him because he wanted. ��He didn�t understand how he could feel the things he did for Itachi � this want, this need, all these things that bubbled, not after two days of knowing this man.� But he was fascinated beyond all sense, could think of little else besides Itachi and the time they�d spent together.
Despite the fact that they were both hanging out of their clothes, they ignored it all for a moment, leaning in, arms wrapping around each other as lips met for another long, sanity-stealing kiss.� When they pulled back, Itachi brushed a knuckle over Izumo�s cheek. �I missed you.�
Izumo blinked at him. �It was only two days��
�Did you forget about me, then, in that time?� He asked, face serious.
Izumo snorted and replied before thinking it through. �Hardly. You�re all I thought about.�� As soon as it was out, his cheeks darkened but Itachi just smiled widely.
�Well, then, that�s a good thing,� he replied, closing the distance for another kiss.� When they broke apart, he glanced at his watch then sighed. �I should get going.�
�Did you have something you came all the way down here for? Or was it just to hide from Kurenai?� Izumo asked with a smirk as they got to their feet and put themselves away.
Itachi didn�t answer right away.� When they were settled, Izumo leaning against the desk, Itachi stepped up, wrapping arms around him again.� �I did, in fact. And not for the amazing blow job, either.�
Izumo�s cheeks got red again and Itachi chuckled. �Don�t be so embarrassed.� It was amazing.� And I didn�t come down here just for sex.� He frowned. �I want much more from you than that.�
Izumo blinked at him, raising his eyebrows. �More than sex?�
�Mmm,� Itachi said, nodding. �Yes. I want a date.�
Izumo raised his eyebrows again. �A date?�
�Yes. You agreed to date me, remember?� Itachi asked, smirk back in place.
Izumo blinked, but nodded. �I remember something to that effect. I also reminded you that I work for you.�
�Ah, but your agreement came after I threatened to fire you and then pointed out that I didn�t really have to.�
Izumo frowned at the tone of voice, reminding himself that Itachi hadn�t seemed quite sure of himself the other night, either. �I did agree,� he said softly, meeting the grey eyes. �When?�
�Tonight, if you�re not busy.�
Izumo smiled and shook his head. �I�m not busy.� I�d like that.�
�Good.� Itachi leaned in and caught Izumo�s lips in another long kiss.� Izumo moaned at the taste � the taste of himself on Itachi�s lips, the feel of the man against him.� He heard an answering sound and the arms around him tightened.� �God, can�t seem to get enough of you,� Itachi whispered then took his lips once more.� A moment later, they finally pulled back and Itachi opened his mouth to speak again when Izumo�s door was opened.
�Oh HO! I knew something happened the other night! Go, Zu!� Kotetsu cheered as he stepped into the office and shut the door.
Izumo growled and closed his eyes, trying to not die of mortification. �He rested his face on Itachi�s shoulder, face bright red.
�You didn�t tell him?�
Izumo opened his eyes, looking up and shook his head. �Not yet. �I didn�t, uh, I don�t, um, fuck and tell as a rule.�
�We didn�t fuck.�
�Even more reason not to tell.� Izumo muttered and Itachi smiled at that.
�Good point,� he replied, dropping another kiss on Izumo�s lips.�
�And� it was just a� �not yet�.�
Itachi considered him and nodded. �Good.�� Then he turned his attention to the other man in the room. �Hello.�
�Itachi Uchiha, this is my tactless asshole of a best friend and roommate, Kotetsu Hagane.�� He shook his head, throwing a glare at a very unrepentant Kotetsu. �Kotetsu, this is Itachi Uchiha, our boss and, my, uh�� he hesitated.
�Boyfriend,� Itachi filled in smoothly holding a hand out while not letting go of Izumo with the other.
Kotetsu�s eyebrows went up. �Well, hell. Alright. He deserves it. He�s had shit for boyfriends. Nice to meet you,
sir.�
�Just Itachi,� Itachi replied. �And it�s nice to meet you.� He has, has he?�
Kotetsu nodded. �Yeah, they don�t treat him all that well. Which, I should tell you now, boss or not, if you don�t -- treat him well, that is, I�ll kick your ass.�
�Tetsu!� Izumo moaned, eyes closing.
�You�ve nothing to worry about, but I�m glad to hear it, either way.�� Itachi turned and dropped another kiss to Izumo�s temple. �I need to go.� I�ll pick you up at six-thirty, is that okay?� When Izumo nodded, he stepped back then leaned in, leaving another soft kiss on Izumo�s temple. �Oh, do you have a suit?�� Izumo�s eyebrows went up, but he nodded. �Good. Wear it. See you later.�� With one more kiss to Izumo�s lips, he nodded to Kotetsu and headed out.
Izumo stood there for a long moment and stared at the doorway, then shook his head to clear it, looking at his friend. �Did you want something?� He asked a little testily as he grabbed his chair and sat behind his desk.� He had stuff to do yet before he could go home and now he had all the reason in the world to get done on time.
Kotetsu grinned. �Congratulations,� he said simply, then moved over and sat on the edge of Izumo�s desk.� He paused, sniffed the air, smirked, then, �Okay, now, spill.�
�I am not telling you what happened. That�s between Itachi and me,� Izumo said with a scowl.
Kotetsu rolled his eyes. �I don�t expect a play by play.� I�m not the gossiping bitches over in accounting. But really�� He shook his head. �Fine. But� what�s up?�
Izumo sighed and rubbed at the bridge of his nose. �We�re dating. Apparently full boyfriends.�
�That seems news to you.�
�You could say that.� He shook his head and looked up at his best friend through his hair. �I like him, though. A lot.� Maybe more than like.�� He mumbled the rest and shook his head at himself.� �It seems that he saw me at the coffee shop downstairs, wanted to know who I was.� Apparently, he followed me onto the elevator, though I don�t remember that, to see what floor I got off on.�
�Wow,� Kotetsu said, eyes wide. �That�s almost a little stalker-ish, but� cool, too. That he wanted to know so badly.�
Izumo nodded. �I can�t fault him. I mean� I took every meeting-room call, took every chance I could to be where he might have been.� He shrugged a shoulder.
�Yeah.� Kotetsu nodded. �What�s wrong, though?�
Izumo shrugged. �Why me, Tetsu?�
Kotetsu scowled. �What do you mean, �why me�? You�re smart, funny, gorgeous, why wouldn�t he want you?�
Izumo sighed. �You�re as bad as he is.� He said the same things. But I�m not.� God, he�s Itachi Uchiha, he could have anyone he wanted. I�m nothing special.� Kotetsu reached out and punched him on the shoulder. �Hey! What was that for?�� He asked, rubbing his arm, scowl on his own face.
�Being an idiot. Obviously, you�re special to him.� Accept it.�� He shook his head. �So� date tonight?�
�Yeah. Dinner, at least.� Though� I don�t know that I�d expect me home tonight�� Izumo said, trailing off in thought.
Kotetsu smirked. �If things go well, I won�t expect you all weekend.�
Izumo rolled his eyes. �Get out. I have work to do before I can go or Raidou will have my head.�
�Just tell him you�re dating Itachi, he won�t care.�
�No. And you don�t, either. This is just between us!� Izumo said, panicking a bit and pointing at Kotetsu.
Kotetsu held up his hands. �Okay! Okay. For now. It won�t stay that way.� Office rumor mill is already talking about him being in here.�
�I know. I�m just� not ready to look for a job yet.� Izumo sighed. �And� yeah, I may not have to � and Itachi already offered me a contract position instead, if it comes down to that, but�� He shrugged a shoulder, and Kotetsu nodded.
�Yeah, well, the bills are in good shape if you have to. Don�t worry, okay?� Kotetsu offered and Izumo nodded.� �Focus on him. If things work out, you might not have to worry about money ever again. Maybe you can start that business you were thinking about,� he said with
a grin.
Izumo laughed. �Yeah, whatever. Get out of here.�
Kotetsu grinned and threw a wave over his shoulder. �See you at five!�
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