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Sequel to New Years Kisses, Two Near Misses
Shut Up and Kiss Me:
A Valentine's Story
The florescent lights hummed overhead. The muffled quiet of the hospital was thunderous. Itachi glanced over the shoulder of the woman he was currently engaged in conversation with and up at the clock that hung on the brightly painted mural of the pediatrics ward. Ten to five; the final minutes of his shift ticked away.
Bright and early that morning, he'd left a cold and empty bed to start a long shift, tonight would be different. His bed wouldn't be empty at the end of the night. Tomorrow was his day off, and tonight, his lover planned to pick him up for a simple home cooked dinner and a night of cuddling on the couch. A movie would play in the background while they pretended to watch, but it would be a much needed night of therapy after a stressful week.
"Until we receive the final the results of the tests, unfortunately there is nothing further I can tell you at this time," the doctor stated flatly tearing his focus from the ticking clock. He swore the hands were running backwards just to torment him, but after twelve hours, it could be chalked up the fatigue.
The woman and her husband pushed Itachi's buttons demanding solutions and answers for a situation out of his control. He didn't possess the magical fix they seemed to expect. Finding a cure took time and energy, and if diagnosed incorrectly, treatment would cause more damage.
"But what if it's too late?" the woman said hysterically. The death grip she had on her husband's arm tightened. "What if something happens overnight and he's alone, and scared."
The man's eyes hardened. "There must be something you can do," he snapped.
With an internal groan, Itachi glanced through the large observation window. An eleven year old boy played with Hot Wheels on the folds of the light blue hospital sheets. The limits of his self restraint were being tested, and he struggled not to lash out at the couple.
For the last hour, they hounded and pestered him with ridiculous and unnecessary questions. If he had to hear her shrill voice one more time, he would smash his clipboard over their heads.
"Your son is in the best hands. The night staff will monitor him closely, and as soon as the results are in, we'll contact you," he explained patiently, but there was a hard edge to his tone his usually impassive tone. "Hospital policy allows one parent to stay with a child overnight, and if you would like to discuss this option with one of the nurses, they will happily set up a cot in your son's room." He grudgingly turned back to them with cold indifference.
The heavy ward doors at the end of the colourful, but sterile corridor, swung open noisily. A tall tan man strode through the overly cheerful hallways like he owned the place. The long mane of fiery red hair was pulled back in braid while one large bang covered one of the crystalline blue eyes that shone with mischief. A smirk appeared on the doctor's face as he admired the lean muscular body.
"If you'll excuse me, I have other matters to attend to." The doctor coldly brushed past the stunned couple. Nothing more could be said that hadn't been repeated and beaten into their heads at least five times already.
With children, Itachi possessed all the patience in the world and a pleasant friendly bedside manner. But adults were another story.
Striding purposefully down the hall, his footsteps nearly nonexistent as his long white coat unfurled around him, the young doctor stopped short of the grinning redhead that towered over his slight frame. "You're early," he noted. He tilted his head thoughtfully to the side, and a rare smile graced his lips. "I was about to go change out of my scrubs."
"Well, I figured I'd rather be early than late," Kyuubi said as he drew the other man to him. "I have some news we need to celebrate tonight."
Itachi glanced over his shoulder at the couple now gaping openly at him. "Kyuu, I'm still on duty," he murmured in warning. A gentle hand on Kyuubi's chest pushed the man back, but he instantly missed the warmth of his lover's body.
Hurt flooded through the expressive azure eyes, and he felt a twinge of guilt, but a certain amount of decorum had to be upheld while he worked.
"Come on," the doctor said gently squeezing Kyuubi's arm. He towed the redhead in the direction of the locker room. "What are we celebrating? Do I need to break out a bottle of wine?"
"Yeah," the taller man grinned as he pulled an envelope from his hoodie pocket and handed it to Itachi. "Read this!"
A pale hand gingerly relieved Kyuubi of the thin white envelope and slender fingers dexterously unfolded the letter inside. The inky black eyes widened as he skimmed the contents. Quickening his pace, dragging Kyuubi behind him, he hauled the taller man through the door of the staff locker room.
Kyuubi's back hit the grey lockers, the locks rattling with the impact, and Itachi devoured the sweet lips. "I'm so proud of you, Kyuu..." he moaned softly pressing his body flush against the lean form of his boyfriend. "Why didn't you tell me you were applying to school? A bottle of wine at home won't cut it, we're going out. You deserve to be spoiled."
"I didn't want to get our hopes up in case I wasn't accepted," Kyuubi murmured against soft lips.
"I never would have thought for a second you wouldn't be accepted, love," Itachi whispered back. His right hand fisted the material of Kyuubi's unzipped navy hoodie while his other slid up the front of the white t-shirt tracing the toned muscles. "You'll need a change of clothes if we want to celebrate. We'll stop at my place first to shower and change."
"You're not gonna take me to one of those fancy places are ya?" Kyuubi asked as his muscles twitched from the faint touches.
A low chuckle emanated from the slender body of the doctor a he continued to molest his sexy lover. "No, Kyuu," he said with a smile. "I know how uncomfortable you would be, which is why I've never taken you to one. But I think it's time I shared part of my heritage with you."
"Okay..." Kyuubi answered with a hint of relief in his voice. "I'm down with that. I'll wait for you out in the hall."
Taking Kyuubi by the wrist, Itachi guided a tan hand to the collar of his white lab coat. "You sure you don't want to help me..." He trailed off seductively and pressed his lips in a soft kiss that trailed down the exposed throat.
"Fuck...'tachi..." Kyuubi moaned as the older man attacked his weak points. Tan hands went to the grip firm globes, bringing the body closer to his. "I want you."
"Now, now, love..." Itachi murmured. "We don't have time for that."
"Then why did you tease me?" The redhead whined as he jutted his lower lip out.
Nipping at Kyuubi's protruding lower lip, the doctor shrugged out of his coat and let it flutter to the bench behind him. "Because you're cute when you squirm."
"You're evil!" Kyuubi said laughing.
With a final peck on the lips, the doctor stepped back and quickly shed the dark blue scrub pants and grey t-shirt. He jiggled the lock and opened his bottom half locker. Bending over in nothing but black boxer briefs, he dug out his neatly folded dress pants and shirt.
The redhead bit back a moan as the underwear hugged the defined ass. Kyuubi wanted nothing more than to go molest his boyfriend. Then he threw all caution to the wind as he slid up behind the Uchiha and hugged the man, nuzzling the pale neck.
Itachi felt the firm body mould to his own and let out a soft moan. The hard bulge in Kyuubi's jeans pressed against him and parted his cheeks perfectly. Hands braced on the lockers, he pushed back to grind against the erection teasing him. "Kyuu..."
The sound of the door opening reached their ears, and grabbing his clothing, Itachi straightened and began to dress. He was just zipping up his pants when the last person he ever expected to see came around the partition blocking the door from sight.
"Well, well, Kyuubi," the man said. He used two fingers to push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. "I see you have a thing for doctors. Like being taken care of, do you?" A cruel smirk spread over the man's spiteful expression.
Taking Kyuubi by the arm, Itachi gently guided Kyuubi so he stood between his lover and the newcomer. "If I am not very much mistaken, today was your day off, Kabuto," he said flatly. His expression unreadable, he turned to the twisted psychiatrist. "May I help you with anything in particular?"
"I had forgotten something in my locker," Kabuto purred as he eyed Kyuubi's form, appreciating the body and half wishing that he still had it. "I never thought that I would see you here, lovely."
Kyuubi flinched at the words, he knew what really lied under those words and he tried to force the undertones out of his mind. But he was losing the fight; Kabuto had trained him too well. He tried to make his body as small as possible so that he wouldn't be noticed any more, but that plan had failed.
"Still trained I see," Kabuto smirked. "You'll come back to me eventually, after all you are damaged."
Growling, Itachi sprang forward still dressed in only his pressed black pants. His fingers gripped the collar of Kabuto's shirt fisting the material as he slammed the older man into the wall. The reflective glasses clattered to the tile floor, and the drywall nearly cracked under the force.
"You have no right to speak to Kyuubi that way," the young doctor hissed. "The only one damaged here is you. Come near Kyuubi again, and I'll personally see you permanently lose your license." He slammed the larger body into the wall once more for good measure.
When Itachi turned to his boyfriend, he found Kyuubi backed against the lockers. The tall frame trembled, and the cerulean eyes filled with fear and uncertainty. "Kyuu..." he murmured as he crept forward. A pale hand tentatively reached out to cup a tan cheek, and he soothingly rubbed his thumb over the soft skin.
Itachi reached into his locker for his keys, eyes still locked with Kyuubi's, and offered them to the younger man. "Your truck is still in the shop, so take my keys and wait in the car, okay? Don't let anyone but me in, and I'll be down soon." A soft kiss was pressed to the worrying lips.
Kyuubi nodded his head jerkily and clutched the keys as he left the locker room. He was still trembling as he walked down the hall and had several people inquire about his health. He only nodded that he was okay and continued to make his way to the car.
He felt like a coward for retreating like that, but Kabuto, that man was pure evil and he would do anything to stay away from him. He could only hope that Itachi would be able to handle the man. The redhead unlocked the car, climbed into the back seat, locked the doors, and curled up into a small ball, weeping as he held the keys to his chest.
Itachi watched Kyuubi leave. His chest ached at the sight of the younger man so broken and unsure of himself. Kyuubi should never look that way.
Once the click of the door closing was heard, Itachi went back to the task of dressing, this time hurrying through the process so he could follow his distressed lover as soon as possible.
"He'll never be truly yours, Uchiha," Kabuto said as he pushed away from the lockers, adjusting his shirt collar. "I'll always be lingering at the back of his mind."
"Now that's just not true," Itachi said. He slipped into his suit jacket and set about tying his tie. "Kyuubi is more mine than he ever was yours, and you know it. The day will come when he is no longer frightened by you, and I dearly hope I will be there to witness it."
Kabuto smirked, "you keep thinking that, Uchiha. Only I know what he needs."
With those words the psychiatrist left, waving a hand and telling the other doctor that he would see him again soon. He would destroy their relationship before it would even begin to blossom into something more. He would make sure of that.
Sighing in relief as the conniving bastard left the room, the door slamming behind him, the younger doctor hurried to collect the rest of his belongings. The metal clang of his locker closing echoed through the empty room, and he hastily exited the room in a hurry to be at his boyfriend's side. Sidestepping two nurses who approached him with flirtatious smiles, he strode out the door, his head held high. Kyuubi, no doubt, was having a meltdown, and he wanted to support him in his time of need.
Once he reached his black Mercedes, his heart broke. Trying to appear as small as possible, the large body was curled up in a tiny ball and shivered violently. Itachi knew the man was crying. He didn't need to look, he just knew.
Knuckles rapping on the window, he called out "Kyuu, love. It's me. Let me in."
Itachi's voice barely registered in his mind as he looked up to the window and saw the familiar face, he timidly uncurled his body and opened the door for the older man. He went back to his position on the seat and laid still. He wasn't sure what had been said between the two men, but he was afraid to find out. He didn't trust Kabuto one bit to try and sabotage his happiness.
Clambering into the backseat of his car for the first time since owning the vehicle, Itachi wrapped his arms around the trembling body and pulled Kyuubi to him. With a bit of difficulty, he managed to position the red head in his lap, and remove the black hair tie he recognized as his own to card his finger through the long locks of ginger hair.
"It's alright, love." Itachi murmured. "I'm here now. I promise I'll never let him hurt you again. I'm sorry you had to see him. I never would have had you meet me here if I knew he would be on the premises. I'm so very sorry."
"Tachi!" Was all Kyuubi could say as he clutched the shirt in front of him and sobbed. He let all the pain go and tried to melt into the older man's body. He hated this feeling and wished that it would go away. He began to relax as calming circles were rubbed on his back. The redhead took comfort in the fact that Itachi was here with him.
"Shh... It's alright, love. But why don't we postpone our celebration. I wouldn't want this hanging over our heads and spoiling a night that should be all about you." The dark onyx eyes were soft, and Itachi's voice matched his heartfelt suggestion. "We could go to my place as originally planned and cook the roasting chicken in the fridge. But it's up to you." Hunching over, the joints popping loudly, he strained his back to press a kiss to the sweaty brow.
Kyuubi sighed contently. "Really?"
"Yeah, really."
"I like the sound of that," the redhead murmured as he melted into the other body and wound his fingers around Itachi's ponytail.
Hand caressing to soft skin of Kyuubi's cheeks, fingers threading through the silky hair that flowed around them, Itachi drew the younger man into a sweet kiss. His lips moved almost shyly against his boyfriend's as if afraid the slightest aggression would frighten him.
"You're too good to a wretch like me," the redhead whispered against soft lips.
Itachi pulled back, his forehead resting against Kyuubi's as he stared into the dulled azure eyes. More than anything, he wanted to see the spark back in them. To allow Kyuubi to come to the hospital, despite the fact his boyfriend had visited countless other times, had been a moment of gross stupidity on his part.
"You are perfect," Itachi murmured in earnest. "I wouldn't have you any other way."
"Even though...I'm damaged?" Kyuubi asked hesitantly, closing his eyes.
"You're not damaged, love," the doctor whispered. His warm breath fanned over Kyuubi's skin like a gentle caress. "A little worse for wear, but nothing we can't heal in time. I have my own darkness to conquer as you have witnessed firsthand, but we'll do it together."
"I like the sound of that," Kyuubi answered as he pulled away. "Can we go home now?"
"Mhmm..." Reluctantly, the elder man released the muscular body. The warmth withdrew, and instantly, he craved his lover's body again. "Did you want to stay back here, or come up front with me? Actually..." The thin lips twitched in a smirk. "I know you've been eyeing my car, so how would you like to drive?"
Kyuubi's face lit up like a five year olds on Christmas. "Would I ever!"
Chuckling, Itachi opened his door and the leather squeaked as he slid out. This was the first time anyone had even been in the backseat, and he wished they could have visited it under better circumstances.
As Kyuubi still possessed the keys, the tired doctor simply made his way around the trunk of the black CLS Class Mercedes to the passenger door. Leaning against the frame, he waited for Kyuubi to extract his long limbs from the confines of the back of his car. He offered a reassuring smile when the redhead finally appeared.
Kyuubi gleefully started the car up, enjoying the purr of the engine. He grinned at Itachi as he put the car into reverse and put his foot to the pedal, wheeling out of the spot. He shifted the gears once again and he was driving out of the parking lot like a man possessed.
"Just try not to kill us, Kyuu," Itachi scolded teasingly. His hand rested on the center console hoping Kyuubi would take it.
The redhead laughed, "I used to race cars, I'm not gonna kill us."
A tan hand snuck from the wheel and took the pale one, entwining their fingers as one hand maneuvered them throughout the traffic. It was like he was racing again in his younger years, before Kabuto had come along and ruined him. If he could feel this way again, with Itachi, then all hope wasn't lost and he could go back to being who he was.
In the passenger seat, Itachi observed the skill in which his boyfriend handled his vehicle. Kyuubi looked sexy behind the wheel of his car, and he moaned softly, his hand tightening in the tan one engulfing his. He felt a stirring in his pants, his cock slowly hardening as he watched Kyuubi weave in and out of traffic with a gleeful smile. Head falling back against the headrest, he let out audible moan as his eyes fell shut and his breathing picked up.
Kyuubi's grin broadened as he heard the moan. He continued to drive with the deadly accuracy that had allowed him to win several street races until they were in front of Itachi's house. He didn't slow down as he swerved the car expertly and parked it. He turned the car off and let the high die down.
"Oh god, love," Itachi panted. Fire burned through his veins as his heart beat wildly in his chest from the exhilaration. "That was so hot..." Reaching over, he pressed the button that forced the seat back and promptly straddled Kyuubi's lap. The steering wheel pressed uncomfortably into his back, but he leaned in to devour the lips of the younger man.
Kyuubi still retained enough brain function to move the seat back a little further as Itachi assaulted his lips, nipping the bottom lip, asking for entrance. His hips moved up to grind into the doctor's groin, fire lacing through his veins at the moan that brushed against his lips.
Hips rolling, Itachi attacked Kyuubi with a ferocity the younger man had never seen. His hand fumbled with his belt determined to impale himself on his boyfriend's rigid length. He let his head fall back in submission as the hot mouth nipped and sucked on the pale flesh.
Kyuubi's fingers dug into the firm flesh of Itachi's ass, pulling the others groin closer to his. He sucked on the pale column, determined to make his mark as the older man moaned in pleasure, rolling his hips without his guidance. He wanted to take the man right here in the car, the house was secluded and not visible from the road. No one would see them.
"Fuck, baby, I want you right now. I want you riding my cock," Kyuubi said as he let go of the flesh between his teeth.
"Yes... I want you in me. I want you filling me, splitting me open. Oh god, Kyuu. I need you in me now," Itachi moaned. His wanton cries filled the interior of the car as he lifted his hips for Kyuubi to pull down the dress pants and his own hands worked on releasing Kyuubi from the tightened jeans.
Kyuubi tried his best not to rip the pants in his frenzy, he knew that they were expensive and Itachi would be pissed later. He was able to pull them down over slim hips and was able to slide one pant leg off. He would never have guessed that his boyfriend was that flexible.
The older man clung to the firm body of his lover. He shivered and whimpered as he came down from his blissful high. He always felt so vulnerable after giving himself to Kyuubi when they hadn't been together for several days. "Kyuu..."
"Hmmm?"
Itachi couldn't speak. His thoughts were muddled. Instead he nuzzled the tan throat.
"As much as I would love to stay here, we need to move," Kyuubi said laughing huskily.
"Can't," Itachi managed to mumble.
"Do you want me to carry you?" Kyuubi asked as he stroked the smooth back.
"Mhmm..."
"We need to get your pants back on, baby," Kyuubi said as he tried to shuffle their bodies around.
Itachi groaned and tried to aid his boyfriend, but his arms trembled before he collapsed against Kyuubi's chest with a soft grunt. The softened length still buried deep inside him shifted with a wet squelch but didn't slip free.
"Trees block the view," the exhausted doctor finally mumbled.
"M'kay," Kyuubi answered as he pulled his softened dick from Itachi and opened the door. He wasn't quite sure how was able to maneuver both of them out of the Mercedes, but it was done. He pulled the man into his arms bridal style and carried him to the front door.
"Keys?"
"You had them," the doctor reminded the redhead. One arm slung around Kyuubi's shoulder, the other fisting the front of Kyuubi's stained hoodie, his head flopped uselessly to the available shoulder as his exhaustion finally caught up with him.
Kyuubi dug the keys from his pocket where he had subconsciously placed them. He unlocked the door the house and carefully went into the house, not jarring the man in his arms. He closed the door and locked it, dropping the keys onto the table in the foyer.
He made his way up to the bedroom and carefully laid Itachi on the bed, marvelling at how beautiful the other man was sleeping. He brushed the hair back from his face and sighed, he was sure that he didn't deserve this man but he wouldn't question it.
Kyuubi removed the doctor's shoes and sock, dragging the pants off completely and throwing them on the floor. He then drew the covers down and rid himself of his own clothes as he made himself comfortable on the bed and fell asleep.
When Itachi woke, the moon was filtering in through the window and washing out the colour in the darkened room. Tilting his head to the side, he caught sight of the clock. Dark eyes shimmering in the pale light widened. Nine thirty in the evening; they'd slept over two hours.
A heavy body and strong arm trapped Itachi firmly in place at Kyuubi's side. The younger man nuzzled him, and the doctor groaned.
Kyuubi was warm and there no way he was moving from the spot. He gave a sigh of contentment as he burrowed further into the pile of blankets, squeezing his huge teddy bear tighter.
"Kyuubi... I'm not a plushie," Itachi mumbled into the toned chest he was pressed into. "If you squeeze me too hard, I'm going to lose control of my bladder."
"Dun' care...'m tired..." Kyuubi said as he nuzzled the head.
"You will when my warm urine is flowing over your skin."
"Fine," the redhead grumbled as he moved his arm and let Itachi move out of his grasp.
Rolling from the bed and slipping from the covers, Itachi climbed to his feet and stretched. Only then did he come to the realization he was clad in only his shirt and tie. This discovery made him snort in amusement.
"You stripped my pants, socks, and shoes, but you didn't feel the need to molest my upper body?"
"No..." Kyuubi answered as he flopped an arm over his eyes. "I'll get to your upper body later."
Itachi rolled his eyes and stripped off his tie and ruined shirt. The buttons were popped off and cum stained the material, but he couldn't bring himself to care. This was the outcome when it came to their activities all too often, and it wasn't as though he couldn't afford new clothes.
One knee on the edge of the bed, the doctor bent down to peck Kyuubi on the lips before wandering into the en suite. The shower heated while he relieved himself. But his body felt itchy. Dried cum was splattered over his thighs, ass, and still dripping out of his abused hole.
Kyuubi could hear the shower water running, and he couldn't help but notice how badly he stank. He rolled out of the bed and padded into the bathroom. Itachi was obviously in the shower and the picture of a naked, wet Itachi entered his mind. Growling, the redhead pulled the shower curtain back with force.
With a low startled yell, Itachi slipped on the slick tiles of the walk in shower. He barely caught himself on the tan arm the shot out to steady him, his breathing ragged and eyes wide. "Holy... Kyuubi?"
"What?" The redhead answered grinning slyly.
Itachi rested a hand over his racing heart and panted lightly. "You scared the crap out of me. Don't do that. A calm announcement of, I think I'll join you, Itachi, will do."
"But what's the fun in that?" Kyuubi purred as he stepped into the shower with Itachi.
"It'll prolong my life and I won't suffer a heart attack at the tender age of twenty seven," Itachi scolded. But he wound his arms around the tan body and pulled him under the hot steaming flow of water. "Miss me? Or were you after something else, hmm?"
"A little of both," Kyuubi admitted as he would his arms around Itachi's middle.
Head resting on the broad tan shoulder, the doctor relaxed under the hot spray. The day had been long and stressful. It felt amazing to unwind with his boyfriend. He was still shocked in little over a month, he had met someone and was well on his way to falling for them, hard.
A soft contented sigh echoed through the small tiled enclosure, and Itachi smiled into Kyuubi's shoulder.
"You're not gonna fall asleep in the shower are you?" Kyuubi whispered as he stroked the strong back.
"No... I'm just... happy."
"I'm glad then..." The redhead said as he pecked Itachi's forehead.
The slender fingers began running through the tangles of wet hair only to be caught and unable to slid through the beautiful locks. "Would you like me to wash your hair, love?" Itachi asked wanting to feel the silky strands slide through his fingers.
"Yeah, I would love that," Kyuubi muttered before turning around.
Glancing over the small selection of hair care and body products, some admittedly Sasuke's, Itachi picked up the two bottles of shampoo. "Honey pear, or ocean breeze. Though I'm wondering why my brother's shampoo is in my personal bathroom... On second thought, ignorance is bliss."
"Honey pear," was the quick reply.
Itachi snorted at Kyuubi's choice. "One step closer to being as high maintenance as my little brother," he teased.
The snap of the pop top bounced off the tiles. Itachi poured the shampoo into the palm of his hand before lathering the soapy suds in the long fiery locks of hair. As his fingers massaged Kyuubi's scalp, he pressed soft kisses to the wet caramel skin. The subtle scent of honey pears filling the steamy air was intoxicating.
Kyuubi flinched, but didn't comment. He was getting better with controlling his reactions around Itachi. With the Uchiha's help he was slowly healing, but he knew that the hurt wouldn't go away so soon. There would be more ups and downs with this roller coaster, running into Kabuto was not fun and it had brought up unwanted memories.
The flinch was noted, but Itachi chose wisely not to comment. Kyuubi had an emotionally traumatic day, and his job to provide a safe and loving atmosphere. He would cook them dinner, and they would cuddle on the couch under a thick blanket. While a movie played in the background, they would not so innocently touch each other. That was the plan, and it was a good plan.
"Mmmm that feels good," Kyuubi murmured as the fingers dug into his scalp. The redhead loved it when someone brushed his hair or shampooed it. It was like a treat to him whenever someone touched and played with his hair.
"Here, step back under the water," Itachi said guiding the taller body back under the shower head mounted to the ceiling. With a gentle soothing touch, he began to rinse the suds from Kyuubi's hair while he stole soft loving caresses and sweet kisses. His boyfriend deserved to be pampered.
If Kyuubi could purr he would have. It felt so divine to be taken care of for once; he leant back into the body behind him and closed his eyes, relaxing at the gentle caresses and kisses he was receiving.
Once the suds were rinsed, Itachi turned the body in his arms and drew Kyuubi into a slow passionate kiss. Trailing his lips over the tan skin, he sank to his knees and nuzzled the half erect cock. Wide dark eyes locked with Kyuubi's, and he engulfed the entire length.
Kyuubi's body went limp as he struggled to stand.
Arms constricting around the limp form, Itachi carefully guided his boyfriend to the slick tile floor of the running shower. The torrent of water falling was cooling and no longer the scalding heat from before.
"Just sit, love," Itachi whispered. He reached out and plucked a bottle of conditioner off the ledge built into the wall and worked the slick solution into the long fiery tendrils until he could easily pass his fingers through the knotted hair.
Kyuubi leaned back into Itachi as much as he could to let the man rub the conditioner in his hair. His eyes were drooping already and he hadn't been up for an hour. But his hair had always been his weakness. Kabuto had found that out early on in their relationship and used it against him. He was wary of Itachi doing the same thing, but the man hadn't done anything yet to make him distrust him.
"You're beautiful, love," Itachi murmured over the torrent of water. Kyuubi had become malleable under the skill of his hands playing in the mane of fiery hair. He chuckled warmly and rested his chin on a tan broad shoulder. "You like this, don't you."
"Yeah..." Kyuubi admitted as he backed his head further into the hands playing with his hair.
Once the hair was tangle free, Itachi smiled and kissed the tan throat. "Will you do mine now?"
"Thanks, Sai, for stopping by, I can't believe I forgot that!" Naruto said as he led his best friend to the door. The other man had been there for five hours already and had cut into his and Sasuke's private time a lot. And while Naruto didn't mind, it was just too long for him to be there.
"It's okay. Someone has to take care of you," the man replied as he spared Sasuke a look and then returned his attention back to Naruto.
"I have Sasuke to do that now," the blond replied as he pushed the other out the door and closed it. He turned around and leaned against the door sagging a little as he sighed.
Sasuke glared at Naruto, his arms crossed over his chest, before stalking angrily past the kitchen with empty KFC cartons littering the counter. The couch cushions sank under his weight nearly swallowing him whole as he fell heavily on the end farthest from the door.
Dinner had been ruined. With no classes today, he'd spent the entire day preparing for tonight. The house had been cleaned, the bedroom setup, and noodles had been made from scratch. Now the ingredients for home cooked ramen were in the fridge, and the embarrassing secret present safely hidden in his bedside drawer. Sasuke's heart had been ripped out and left trampled on the floor.
The clocked ticked, and he stole a glance at the hands through narrowed eyes. Nine thirty seven on the fourteenth of February. "Happy Valentine's Day, asshole," Sasuke muttered to himself.
"I'm sorry about that," Naruto said as he entered the living room, leaning against the doorway. He could tell by the expression on Sasuke's face that the Uchiha was beyond pissed. "I tried to stop him..."
"You tried to stop him?" Sasuke's shout echoed through the apartment and the young man leapt from the couch. His inky black bangs whipped his face as he spun to face Naruto with a look of unadulterated fury. "You waltzed through the front door with him and a bucket of fried chicken laughing your asses off. Tried to stop him? Fuck you!"
"He caught up with me when I stopped to get your present and he wouldn't go away! I did try, Sasuke!" Naruto answered in a calm tone, he didn't want to yell at Sasuke and make things worse. "He said he was hungry, I didn't know he was gonna buy food for all of us!"
"Just followed you home? What did he do? Cling to your bumper while you dragged him?" Sasuke hissed venomously. "Food for all of us. Don't make me laugh. It was a dinner for two. I had a fucking sandwich."
Sasuke was visibly seething, and his slender body trembled with barely suppressed rage. "How hard would it have been to say, 'It's Valentine's, Sai. I'm sorry. You can't come home with me.' Or did that thought never occur in your pea sized brain?!"
"I...thought I had another day until Valentine's Day..." The blond answered blinking. "I'm a dumbass. I'm sorry Sasuke. I'll make it up to you."
With a frustrated growl, Sasuke whipped a pillow at Naruto's head and stalked out of the room. A few moments later, the bedroom door slammed and something shattered.
Sighing Naruto made his way up to the bedroom and tried to open the door but it wouldn't open. Sasuke more than likely had it jammed some way. Frustrated he beat his head against the door lightly, thinking of a way to get the Uchiha to come out.
"Sasuke...please come out, I'm sorry. What more do you want?" He pleaded, loud enough for his boyfriend to hear him.
Slumped against the door, Sasuke could hear Naruto jiggling the locked handle to the left of his hip and Naruto's desperate cries. He knew exactly what happened, but Naruto was too blind to see it.
Sai had found Naruto, purposely distracted him to make him forget Valentine's Day, invaded their home, and proceeded to spend the night tormenting and manipulating Sasuke. Even after the warnings from not only Sasuke, but Itachi and Kyuubi too, Naruto turned a blind eye to his friend's deceit.
Sliding down the door, Sasuke's head thumped against the painted wood. "I don't want him in this house again," he finally said. The steady thump of what he assumed to be Naruto's head against the door stopped.
"I don't want him walking through the front door with that stupid fake smile plastered on his face. When I don't feel comfortable in my own home, Naruto, something is wrong. This should be a safe haven. A place I can relax and be myself. Instead, I feel as though I'm constantly on my guard. You love and care for your friends, and it does you credit, but I don't want him here in our home."
"I...isn't that a bit too drastic? I mean if that's what you want, I guess I have no problem...but, Sasuke, he's my best friend..." Naruto wanted his best friend and Sasuke to get along from the very beginning, but there was some sort of tension between them that stopped the Uchiha from closing the gap and be friends with Sai. "Can't you try?"
"I've been trying for six years. Regardless of the efforts I make, he still torments me at every turn!" Pale face buried in his knees, Sasuke hugged his legs to his chest. Behind closed doors, it was safe to cry, but Sasuke wouldn't allow himself that weakness.
"I'm sorry, I'll talk to him tomorrow, I promise! Please come out!" Naruto whined as he clutched at the door handle.
"You've been saying that for years, and nothing has changed! Sai still runs your life, and I'm the one is left out in the cold!"
"He doesn't! I swear, he just gets lonely and Sakura still hasn't come around! And I promise I really will this time! I just want us to be together today, can't we forget this happened for tonight?"
"No." The decision had been made, and Sasuke's mind made up.
Climbing shakily to his feet, Sasuke hauled a duffle bag from the bottom of the closet and emptied what clothing and personal items he could stuff into it. While he felt threatened, he could not remain in their house, it was too painful.
"When you were ignorant of his conniving, I could forgive you, but now it's different. Several others, not just myself, have told you what he is doing, and still you have done nothing."
Completely packed, Sasuke closed his eyes and inhaled deeply before opening the door. Bag slung over his shoulder, he faced Naruto with a guarded expression. In all the years they had been together, hiding his emotions had never been something felt the need to do around his lover. "While he continues to undermine our relationship, I can't be here. I love you, Naruto, but it hurts too much to stay here right now."
"But, Sasuke," Naruto said sadly as he reached a hand out, pulling it back when the other man flinched. His heart ached at the reaction and finally realized just how deeply he had hurt Sasuke. "How long will you be gone?"
"Until you can honestly look me in the eyes and tell me everything has been settled with Sai." Sasuke swept past Naruto, down the hall, and out the front door. To feel at home in one's own house was not too much to ask.
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