Note: Written for the "first 10 get a drabble" at Y!Gallery. This entry is for Demondynasty. The 10 drabbles are now all finished so enjoy this last one!
Voicemail
He threw the door close behind him, tired and irritated after a long day of solving problems others had created.
After having worked as a manager for Uchiha Corporations, his father's company, for five years the function he held had lost all of its shine and was nothing more than an irritation-point during his day. Luckily for him he got to work from home three days a week.
With a sigh passing his lips he let himself fall down onto his black leather couch, resting his head against the back. It was at times like this he wished his lover would just hurry up and move in with him instead of insisting it was too early in their relationship.
And they say women are fussy.
He turned his head to look at his left where his phone stood on a small, glass table. The red light on it was blinking at him, letting the Uchiha know a message was waiting for him.
Rolling his eyes in irritation Itachi pushed himself up from the couch and sauntered towards the phone. He pressed the button and while the female, monotone voice spoke he walked to a small wooden cabinet that stood a few feet away from it.
After a long day of work he thought he deserved a glass of strong liquor.
While pouring himself a Scotch he frowned though. There was one new message but no-one ever called him at home. The only reason he had bought himself a land-line was because his mother had asked for it but she never called him on it.
"Itachi,"
The Uchiha blinked at the voice that sounded through the speaker. Like black velvet, slightly husky and dripping with lust.
He licked his lips in anticipation and waited for his lover's voice to continue.
"I haven't seen you in a week, 'Tachi." Neji said accusingly and Itachi imagined his beautiful lover pouting.
"You better come to my apartment tonight," Neji warned and Itachi chuckled, afterwards sipping his drink and leaning against the cabinet with closed eyes while he let his lover's voice wash over him.
"I'm so hot right now, 'Tachi. I've been thinking of you the entire afternoon." A moan filled the room and Itachi opened his eyes in both shock and excitement.
What on earth was Neji doing?
"Of how you would barge in my office and tell me to move in with you, regardless. Oh Itachi, you locked the door and fucked me raw on the desk. Aaah, I want you, 'Tachi."
Neji's words enchanted the Uchiha like they did every time. Igniting a fire within Itachi that wouldn't leave until he had taken his lover and had heard the beautiful man beg for him, scream his name in complete and utter rapture.
He downed his drink in one go, blinking a few times when the alcohol flowed through his body.
"I want your hot, thick cock. A week, Itachi. How could you do that to me?" The message continued while Itachi hurriedly grabbed his coat and slipped into it, searching idly for his car-keys.
"Shit," he muttered when he almost tripped over his brief-case but smirked when he saw his keys on the coffee-table.
"I'm waiting for you, Itachi." Neji's voice was low and husky.
And then the voicemail beeped loudly, alerting the end of the message but Itachi didn't notice.
He was already out the door.
The End