Three days. Naruto had three days until heat would be over. Red eyes scanned the digital calendar on the computer in his room. "The ball was on Sunday of last week... Today is Tuesday... Sakura said 12 days when we visited on Sunday." Naruto nodded with
/approval. Friday should be the day. He yawned and crawled back onto his bed. After the fight with Sasuke, the stay at Uchiha-ville had been quite pleasant. The two would still get in minor lighthearted fights, but at least when all was said and done
/they were friends. Naruto got to see Itachi in the morning before he left for work or stocked away to the study to do work. Those moments were absolute gold. In the house was when the man was not a politician who held a place in the president's clan
/counsel- he was a grown ass man. A grown ass man who liked to wear only sweatpants. And boy did that visual sneak into Naruto's dreams. Especially because he was in heat, Naruto was much more perceptive of any show of skin and skin contact. This was
/not even in the last few days of heat yet, when Sakura said he would feel 'sexual frustration'. The blonde couldn't begin to imagine what he was about to go through. Both the Uchihas were hot, but if he was going to be extra turned on- Itachi would
/have to tone down the amount of muscle he was showing. It might kill Naruto.
Excitement bubbled up in Naruto. He was so close to the end. The boy skipped to the theatre room where he knew Sasuke was watching some stupid action movie and opened the door,"three days!" He shouted before he closed it closed it and ran down the stairs
/to the study where Itachi was,"three days!" A confused older Uchiha looked up quizzically to meet red eyes. Naruto grinned like a madman and closed the door to run around some more.
Naruto only knew certain places in the house that was frequently used by the others. He didn't have time to explore because he was tagging along with one of the brothers, sleeping, eating, or pooping. It was a routine that was quite fickle, but that would
/change in three days. Naruto would be back to normal. No more steam, no more red eyes, and no more whiskers. Those damn whiskers pissed him off. He would try everyday to shave them off, but it was a deep marking that seemed to be under his skin. The
/black really offset his blondness. It was not even good contrast.
Naruto couldn't complain, though. The brothers had been very kind. When Naruto sheepishly explained that everything he owned was in the backpack Itachi immediately took him shopping. It was not a montage movie moment where two characters bonded. No, it
/was a complete disaster. Naruto's cheap taste and lack of fashion sense was the exact opposite of Itachi's overly formal way of dressing... Save for those beautiful sweatpants. The trip was an uphill battle and was one of the most awkward things Naruto
/had ever suffered through. When it came to paying, another fight had passed between them.
"I can't let you pay for all this." Naruto stated stubbornly.
"Nonsense." Itachi brushed off.
"Look- I can get a job... And.. And"
"Pay me back? It is not necessary. You are family. Even if it isn't official yet."
"No! I can't possibly have you pay for any of this. It's just to much money." Big red eyes looked at the annoyed cashier and then to the price. Over seven hundred dollars. It was more money than what he got in a month back at Ichiraku.
"Money is no object for me, Naruto." Itachi got out a card and was about to had it to the cashier when Naruto spastically knocked the other over. He straddled the Itachi's stomach and looked down sternly at the suddenly stone faced man.
"Itachi. I am very great full for your hospitality and your willingness to take me in- a fucking street rat with good genes, but this is too much." Tan hands held down the strong chest of the older Uchiha and fought the images of the man in sweatpants
/from surfacing in his mind.
"Naruto.." The tiger's voice was very strained and it was impossible to tell what he was feeling. Itachi thanked his lineage for giving him the strength to keep his rather nasty thoughts from showing physically.
"Are you guys gonna pay, or what?" The cashier jolted Naruto into recognition. The boy kept a stern look on the Uchiha as he gracelessly scrambled off of him. He could feel his ears burn as Itachi struggled to stand up and give the cashier his card. A
/comically deep set frown marred Naruto's face as they left the store.
"You won this round." Naruto grumbled.
"What were you celebrating earlier? Three days?" Itachi asked smoothly as he loaded fettuccine Alfredo onto his plate. Dinners weren't really common before Naruto entered the Uchiha household. The boy had already changed a lot in the place even if it
/was just a small shift as they adapted to his presence.
"Well, three days and I'm done with heat. No babies for me!" Naruto smiled happily around his food. He ate like a sailor just as much as he talked like one. Somehow his habits were endearing.
"It isn't over yet, idiot." Sasuke noted childishly before he took a bite of his food.
"Ya, well I'm still excited. I'm ready to stop steaming." The blonde said after gulping down half the food in his mouth.
Itachi finished all of his swallowing before he said with a faint amount of bitterness,"you have that thing with Sakura on Saturday right?"
"Oh, yea. Sasuke, you're going right?" Naruto dragged his eyes from one brother to the other.
"I don't know about that. I mean what are you doing Itachi? You should go to a club. You desperately need to get lai-" Sasuke began.
"I have work." Itachi interrupted.
"What, paperwork? I could do that in an hour."
"Please do. It would be quite amusing to see you do it in just an hour."
"I'll trade you then."
"No."
"Why not.
"You could both come! That would be fun wouldn't it?" Naruto chimed in.
"No" Itachi deadpanned.
"Last time we were in a club together, my saintly brother here cock blocked me so much that I ended up trying to hit on a pole instead of the pole dancer." Sasuke grimaced lightly as he reminisced.
"To be fair you were drunk." Itachi defended.
"Well, one of you are going to come with me. No choice." Naruto said as he pointed his fork full of noodles at them each before stuffing it all in his mouth. Sasuke briefly wondered how much he could get in his big mouth. Or what. A mental slap caused
/him to return to the conversation. What the hell was that? He wondered.
"I vote Itachi." Sasuke said lowly.
"I'll go if you help him with shifting on Sunday." Itachi smirked triumphantly. He knew his brother hated teaching especially when it was something that was obvious to him.
"Deal." The younger brother said all too easily. It surprised him as well to have said it so fast.
"Alright, Itachi! We are going to go dancing!" Naruto said happily wiping white sauce from the corner of his mouth using his thumb then sucked the appendage. His motions were done a little too slowly and both Uchihas stared at Naruto who looked up,"what?"
/Both men went back to eating and left the blonde confused and naïve to the moment
Naruto was dying. He was actually dying. Not only had he woken up with morning wood, the fucking bastard, Itachi, decided to wake him up with some damn breakfast. To put the cherry on top, he was wearing his sweatpants and the apron. Naruto blushed lightly
/unable to hold it back.
"Sasuke and I have a meeting in a little bit so I thought it appropriate to give you breakfast in bed as we won't be around for a while." Itachi said logically. He leaned on the side of the bed in which Naruto sat. The blonde numbly nodded his head ashe
cautiously sat up. He put a pillow over his issue expertly and guided the trey of food onto it. He desperately tried to think of anything other than jumping Itachi again, but this time using his time on top of him very differently. Naruto wonderedhow
the Uchiha would look as he received pleasure- would he be stone-faced as usual or would he writhe? The slits in his red eyes dilated and the misty wisps that fell off his skin rose and resembled an odd benign fire. Naruto starred at Itachiand
gripped the sides of the pillow which saved him from the older tiger's eyes.
Itachi noticed the change in Naruto and furrowed his eyebrows. What was going on? He sifted through his memory of what Sakura had said. Sexual frustration. The dark eyebrows that knitted together suddenly flew apart."do you need a moment?" Itachi asked
/expertly.
"Um.. What makes you say that?" Naruto's breathing became just a tad harsher. The raging boner under the pillow ached. The blonde's mind was completely foggy with the image of Itachi standing there with his slim muscles. He had the amount of muscle youwould
expect a quarterback to have, but he had the slim build of a swimmer so all that muscle showed when he flexed. Naruto wanted to see him flex. Yes, to see his abs ripple and clench...
"I'm going to get ready for my meeting. I apologize for leaving you here." Itachi turned. He could feel the eyes glide up his back. A pale hand closed the door as he walked out of it. The man stood in the hall and shivered. The amount of sex that boy
/had emanated was enough to effect even Itachi. Taking a deep breath he walked into his room. He couldn't deal with that at the time. He had a meeting to go to. The older Uchiha's pride won as he ignored his own partial arousal.
Naruto in the other room scarfed down his waffles and set the trey on the closet side table. He threw the pillow uncaring where it went and ran to the shower in the bathroom. Getting undressed, he stepped in and cranked the temperature to freezing
hadn't ever had to take a cold shower. Of course he never had the option.
Red eyes were half lidded as the water passed through his hair. His arms were loosely crossed. In heat, cold showers don't effect him. Noted. He growled and turned the temperature to a warmer degree. He looked down at his happily erect penis. Shakinghis
head he put a hand on the wall. Hesitantly he grasped it with the other hand. The water hit him and washed down his own bulging abs. Unlike the Uchihas, his muscles showed themselves whether he flexed or not. Though flexing definitely definedthem
much better. As he watched the water wash down him he began to stroke. He begun slowly his other hand flat against the wall and his eyes looking down unseeingly. He watched numbly as the foreskin on the head of his dick covered and uncoveredthe
throbbingbundles of nerves. Naruto's hand slowly began to ball up on the wall and his eyes began to drift close as images flashed in his mind of surprisingly both Uchihas. His mind drifted from Sasuke to Itachi more than once. It fabricated
a scenefor him as he pleasured himself. One where he was fucking them both. The speed of his hand quickened as he imagined their moans and his name on their every breath. The deep velvety voice of Itachi made his head spin, but imagining Sasuke's
mouth beingused for something other than nasty comebacks made his knees weak. A moan passed the lips of the blonde. His face contorted, the right side of his nose wrinking and his eyebrows pushed together. Lips struggled to stay together as
his damned imaginationcontinued to feed his pleasure. His back hit the wall of the shower as molten pleasure pooled at the base of his stomach and pressure built. His head was thrown back and he let out a long and low moan as he shot his load
across the shower. A slewof swears that would make a sailor blush escaped Naruto as he physically banged the back of his head against the wall. What was going on?