Disclaimer: I don't own an Uchiha, let alone Itachi.. or this series.
Note(s) - Daisuke's play is based off of Hello/How Are You? by Kano. (You can check the song out on Youtube!)
"I look up, down, my roof gone, you gone
I woke up, but fuck, I had to leave my shoes on
All this time was tryna get you back
But you never know
I been feenin' for your love
And maybe, baby, you know
And maybe, baby, you know (you)
If you said you're really done
Baby, baby, you'd know (you)
You'd know." ( - Don't Slow Me Down. Chris Brown. /SasuNaru.)
Warning: (18+.) INAPPROPRIATE, SEXUAL RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN MINOR/ADULT. Smut/Lime. Slight Fluff?
Chapter 12 - Confronting That Mistake.
French tipped finger nails toyed with the buttons on his white dress shirt, the woman's sigh longing. In her eyes, the man wearing it was too perfect. She couldn't wait to get him out of it, to have her lips and tongue venture where ever they desired over smooth, pale skin.
She took her bottom lip between her teeth and glided her fingers through his dark hair, adoring the silky feel of it. Then she took a whiff of it, his scent intoxicating, and hummed. She couldn't take this any longer! She was absolutely yearning for him to fuck her so hard and brutally into his desk, until she couldn't feel her legs and walk straight for the next two days.
Seated at his office desk, Sasuke glared ahead, his arm wrapped around the waist of the woman on his lap. "Why did I think this would pacify me? This is utterly useless," He said to himself, frowning. So far, nothing could make him feel better about what between him and Naruto. Not even a little. If anything, this made him feel even worse than he already did.
Arching a brow at the man, the woman eyed the Uchiha's lips and noticed him murmuring on about something, but she couldn't quite make out what. Work must have him tense. "Sasuke, you have no idea how happy I am that you called. I had a shoot today for a spread, but I cancelled just for you. I think that calls for you to make up for lost time, but I guess I can show my appreciation as well," She whispered thickly, undoing the top button on his shirt before she moved onto the lower ones. Eventually, she slipped off his lap and got on her knees between his parted legs, reaching up and popping open the last button, gifted with the sight of his toned, tank top-clad chest.
Sasuke snorted, lowering a distasteful, dark glare onto his ex. He thought he would feel better in the company of the beautiful, young actress, but this only grounded salt into the wound. The feel of this woman touching him sickened him, greatly. Naruto's touch was all he craved and it was driving him insane.
Softly moaning in anticipation, she raised her emerald gaze onto the Uchiha. "Sasuke, I was thinking that since-"
"Button them back." Sasuke ordered, cutting her off.
The woman went silent, baffled by his command and blinked. No, she must have heard wrong. She giggled, about to go for the buckle of his trousers. "You must be so stressed, Sasuke. But I know exactly how to fix that." She bit at her bottom lip, grabbing the buckle of his belt.
Sasuke then scoffed, annoyed, and green eyes leveled his glare once she heard how unamused he sounded. He forgot this woman had such selective hearing.
Her jaw tight and wearing a pout, the woman decided to 'get the hint' and started buttoning the man's shirt back. Why fuck had he called her here then?
There was a knock that suddenly came at his door and before Sasuke could even answer, the door opened, a clearly bothered Naruto coming into his office.
"Hey, Sasuke, I-" He froze once he got close enough to the Uchiha's desk to see what was going on behind the desk. Specifically the woman on her knees, between Sasuke's legs, who, God help her, had no shame at the sound of his voice. She just kept working on Sasuke's shirt, not giving a damn that someone had just walked into the room.
Sasuke, however, looked panicked and ... guilty?
"N-Naruto," Sasuke stuttered and sat forward, trying to think of some way to explain what it was Naruto was witnessing.
Having analyzed the situation for long enough, Naruto swallowed and tightened his fist. Karin told him he could go right in, which meant she probably had no idea Sasuke had someone in here with him.
Sasuke was stiff as he stood to his feet, quick, his knee hitting the woman in the process and the woman cried out in pain, her hand flying to her forehead in order to soothe the spot. He glanced at her with a grimace and murmured an apology, helping her to her feet.
Naruto turned his head, scoffing out a humorless laugh. This had to be some sort of joke. This bastard just confessed to him only a few weeks ago, but now, here he was, with the woman Naruto recognized as his ex. He felt so stupid and just.. numb at this point. He had been acting so awkward around the Uchiha, thinking that it would be dangerous to get too close to him or even talk about 'the kissing' incident, but it was obvious that Sasuke had already moved on from it. Did he even mean it when he said he loved him?
Naruto turned his narrowed eyes back on Sasuke, the silent bastard's dumbfounded expression pissing him off even more. He could feel his anger rising and his face getting hot. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching up as he forced his anger to stay at bay. "I apologize, Sasuke-san. I only came to remind you that Daisuke's cultural festival has begun and that we are expected to be there in the next twenty minutes. That's all," He gritted through his clenched teeth tightly, eying the woman leaning back against Sasuke's desk and still rubbing at her head. He wouldn't get angry. He wouldn't. "I'll be going then." He turned around and left the room, trembling because of how hard it had been to compress his fury. He felt like had just been toyed with and he wanted to break Sasuke's face.
"Ah, damn it," Sasuke cursed after gathering himself and rounded the desk, leaving the room to go after Naruto. He fucked up. Royally. He stepped out, seeing Naruto was nowhere in sight and then glanced over at his secretary, Karin, who was able to read the inquiry on his face and pointed in the direction Naruto left in.
He gave an appreciative nod and headed toward the elevators, finding Naruto waiting there for a lift. Naruto hated him right now, he could tell by the way the blonde pretended to not notice him round the corner and walk right up to him. "Naruto," He said simply, stepping damn near in front of the blonde.
"What?" Naruto answered, indifferent, his gaze staring up at the changing floor levels on the screen above the elevator doors.
Sasuke was startled by the rather neutral tone, but continued on with what he needed to explain, "What you saw back there.., it wasn't what you think." He went silent, scanning Naruto's face in hopes of seeing just an inkling of understanding edge onto beautiful features.
"Mmhm." Naruto nodded in response, not sparing the raven even a glance.
Sasuke stood there, tense, his slate gaze wandering Naruto's unreadable expression oddly. Naruto had a very expressive face. But, right now, Naruto's emotions weren't lying bare on his face like usual, so Sasuke had no idea if the Uzumaki was hurt or not and it made him even more nervous. He knew this expression all too well. When one couldn't read Naruto's face, after having pissed him off, that meant one was in danger. So he was risking his life right now. "You're not upset, are you...?" He asked gingerly.
"No," Naruto finally looked him in the face for moment, his voice casual and empty. "Why would I be upset? What you do is your own business after all."
"Well, because," He looked into blue eyes, confused as to why Naruto was acting as if he had forgotten about what he confessed to him not that long ago. "..You know what happened between us and me telling you that I have feelings for you." He decided to mention outright, but Naruto simply shrugged a shoulder.
Quiet, Naruto bit at the inside of his cheek, the numbness he felt no longer protecting him and his heart feeling like it had dived into his stomach. The thought of what he had seen in Sasuke's office made him sick to his stomach. Was Sasuke seriously toying with him? Either way, he wouldn't let himself break down in front of him.
"I have a boyfriend, Sasuke. So it's not like that's any of my concern, we're not together or anything," Naruto told him, relieved when the doors of the elevator he was waiting for came open. However, once he went forward to get onto the empty lift, Sasuke stepped in front of him, succeeding in blocking his way and Naruto's indifferent exterior wavered as he looked the Uchiha in the face. "Sasuke, move."
Sasuke didn't give a damn if the elevator doors behind him were closing. "I will when I get an honest answer out of you, Naruto. What you saw in my office wasn't anything. I don't want you to think that that was to hurt-"
"I'm not hurt, you bastard!" Naruto shouted at him, his mouth saying the opposite of what his heart was enduring, even as he felt the wetness gathering in his eyes. There was only so much he could take. He had had enough of Sasuke's bullshit! He reached over and pressed the elevator button again, his breathing harsh. "I'm not hurt! I'm upset! I'm not angry! I don't feel anything when it comes to you, so move, you fucking bastard!"
Sasuke flinched a bit at the pained sound of Naruto's yelling and then frowned, watching the tears roll down whiskered cheeks. He hated the sight more than anything in this world. And the sight was because of him. "Naruto, stop," He took his best friend's flushed face into his hands, giving him no choice but to look him directly the eyes. "Listen to me-"
"Get the fuck off of m-me," Naruto tried to back out of Sasuke's grasp, but Sasuke wouldn't allow him to, so he balled a fist and punched Sasuke in the gut, which gave the raven no choice but to release him since the hit sent Sasuke stumbling back. Naruto glared, the doors of the elevator he had been waiting on coming open, again, this time without any interference. "I hope you know you're a real prick, bastard!" He snarled, storming onto the lift and letting the doors close, with no regret.
The Uchiha coughed up a strangled groan and belatedly wrung his arms around his stomach and fell to his knees, his teeth clenched in agony.
'Shit, that hurt.'
He was thankful to the Lord that no one was around to witness him in his keeled over state.
Itachi finished buttoning the right cuff-link of his shirt as he walked up to Menma's bedroom, and then he knocked on the shut door, getting a discreet 'come in' afterwards. He went in, his eyebrow rising at the sight of Menma lying on his stomach on the bed facing the direction of the doorway and reading the chemistry text book he had given him to study last night for an upcoming quiz he would be giving him later on in the week.
"Yes?" Menma raised his head, his luminous gaze expressing just how bored out of his mind he was. "What is it, sensei?" He flashed him a clearly fraudulent, 'cheery' grin. He had to admit even though the Uchiha had tortured him with a lecture that made him feel like tearing his hair out last night, Itachi looked absolutely drool-worthy in those pressed trousers and dress shirt. Where the hell was he off to dress that fine?
Itachi smiled slightly at him, amused. "I'm surprised, Menma-kun. I didn't expect you to start studying so early in the week. If I recall last night, you felt studying the night before a quiz would be sufficient enough for you."
Menma pouted, his eyes rolling in his head. "Maybe your lecture made me rethink my laziness since 'studying' the night before, or rather skimming a few pages of a text book for ten minutes and calling that studying, hasn't exactly gotten me passing marks. So I've decided to take the nerd approach," He nodded to himself, tapping his finger against the printed text on the open page, determined to actually try studying for once. Hell, he might as well anyway. He had decided not to go to school today, which he was now on 'probation' for (under the rule of Uchiha Itachi.) He wasn't allowed to play video games, watch TV or go outside, and all of that was under the rule of his dad, who damn near yelled his ear off this morning because he had skipped out on school.
"Hn," Strolling closer to the bed, Itachi's darkening and intent gaze prowled the teenager's smoking body embraced in a pair of red, thin-material, snow flake pajama pants and a black, long-sleeve Stewie Griffin shirt, one side of the shirt riding up a narrow hip. This brat was too hot for his own fucking good, even in simple clothes. "And a fine nerd you are." He remarked, a smooth, appreciative hum leaving him.
His cheekbones turning a tinge red, Menma laughed a bit as he stared up at the man. "Oh, so flirting isn't prohibited even though I'm on 'probation'?" He asked cheekily with a slight smirk on his face.
Itachi pocketed his hands into his trousers, stopping at the bed side. "Hn. Who says I was flirting. I was simply admiring a very tempting sight."
"Oh what the fuck ever. What is it you want, Itachi?"
"My dear nephew's cultural festival is this afternoon. I have no choice but to take you with me, so get ready."
"No choice?" Menma's brow furrowed, his pouty mouth dipping at the corners in attitude.
"Well, I was under the impression that you don't enjoy being left alone, considering how often you complain to me about hating being left alone when I decide to go out. Hn, it's not like you're going out for your own amusement anyway."
His blue eyes widening at Itachi, he was quiet, unsure of what to say honestly. He was surprised by this... considerate side of the Uchiha. He hadn't expected it. He didn't even think Itachi paid him any mind when he mentioned that he didn't like being left alone for too long. Or that he really cared. He felt his cheeks grow hotter, weirded out by the feeling in his chest at the moment. It felt fluttery.
Lifting an odd brow at the silent Uzumaki, Itachi took a hand out of his pocket and motioned it at Menma. "Menma-kun, now, if you would be so kind. I don't want to be even a minute late, so we need to get a move on."
Menma finally gathered himself and closed his text book, licking over his bottom lip. "So, you're in a rush then?" He said, turning his head and looking up at Itachi's impassive expression. "I think.. that if you want me to move at your pace you'll have to persuade me. I'm quite lazy today."
Itachi said nothing, but his silence was inquiring.
Menma pressed a finger to his lips, smiling. "A kiss."
"No."
"Why, Itachi?" He frowned.
"Because you're far too greedy, Menma-kun. Giving you a simple kiss would surely have you wanting more than a kiss and then I would arrive to Daisuke's festival late."
"I won't ask for anything more, Itachi!" Menma promised, his big, cerulean eyes pleading, but Itachi merely fixed him a solid look. He wasn't Deidara, he didn't obey at command. Nor was he intimated. That didn't work on him and it never would. He challenged Itachi with a demanding look of his own, running his fingers through his hair in order to get some of the locks out of his eyes. "I just want a damn kiss, Itachi. I have no problem with waiting until later to get more from you," He puckered his kiss-ready lips, piercing the Uchiha's slate stare with doey, blue hues of 'innocence.' "I promise I'll be a good boy for you if I get a kiss, but.. if I don't we'll be late and it'll be all your fault. Not mine."
Dark eyes narrowed.
Thick-lashed, blue eyes batted, the gleam in them mischievous.
Threading his fingers through his long, draping hair that would shortly be pulled into a ponytail before they had to leave; Itachi breathed out a low sigh and started to lean down. Damn it, he folded. He had no choice but to. It wasn't as if he wasn't craving to feel plump lips against his own as well. However, he hadn't realized he was weak to... something.. about the Uzumaki until now. He was especially weak to the look Menma attacked him with, and he was certain it could compel him to give into just about any damn thing the brat wanted. Deidara didn't even have this power over him.
Menma inwardly smirked in triumph, tipping his head back and Itachi's lips captured his yearning mouth, slowly. The hue of his eyes flickering and thickening in a haze, he almost immediately felt that intense heat of ecstasy begin to race throughout him, his lips parting on their own, rapacious for a deeper feel of the blissful cavern they couldn't get enough of. Menma reached his hand up the side of Itachi's neck, pulling him down closer and spreading the kiss wider.
Itachi silenced the grunt rising up his vocal cords as he dragged his tongue along Menma's, cupping the side of the Uzumaki's face. He felt himself shudder and then his bicep tightened, the muscles in his arms clenching up in response to the inkling of control he worked to keep over himself. It was what he had to do, or he would lose himself in the pleasure he desired to drown in at that very moment. This brat made him... feel so unusual. He was naturally so controlled and poise, in just about everything that he did. Why did it seem like Menma was weakening that?
A honeyed moan escaping the back of his throat, Menma savored as many kisses as he could, his reddened lips moving fast and fervently against smooth, full ones. Fuck, Itachi's mouth was amazing! And he was so hard right now! Another louder, but sweeter moan stumbled out of his opening mouth.
Itachi's eyes widened when Menma swirled his tongue around his, which didn't fail to make his dick throb. Oh Lord, his restraint! And why, just why, did the brat have to go and moan like that? It nearly drove him insane. Nope, anymore of this and he was done for. He was about to pull away from the pouty mouth, but, before he could do so, Menma playfully caught his bottom lip between his teeth and he was left breathless.
Itachi's lower lip gently seized between his teeth, Menma's laugh was light, but naughty. He was amused by how caught off guard the Uchiha had been, so amused he hadn't realized Itachi's hand had left the side of his face until a sharp, punishing smack was delivered right to his ass. He shrieked in response to it, jolting up onto his knees and the dark crimson that was stained on his cheekbones was now spreading throughout his entire face.
Itachi leaned up, since the brat's shriek allowed him to slip his lip free, and looked at Menma firmly. "Be a good boy, like you promised you would be, and get ready." He ordered, licking at his bottom lip.
Menma wore a bewildered expression, his eyes wide. "O-Ow," He sputtered out with a laugh, reaching back to rub at his ass. "That actually hurt, you dick."
"Hn," Itachi smirked, humored, and then started on his way out of the room. "Get dressed."
Menma puffed out his cheeks, a belated shiver zipping down his spine and the inside of the front of his underwear warm, wet and sticky. "...He knows how much I like it when it hurts."
Naruto was glad that he made it to Daisuke's school, even after what happened with Sasuke. He stepped out of his car, taking in the beautiful day as he locked the doors. The air was kind of crisp and chilly, but the sun was out, which offered some warmth. He took a moment to breathe and then started on his walk across the street to the school bustling with the cherry sounds of the festival going on.
Sasuke caused migraines. That piece of shit dared to tell him he loved him and then weeks later get with that bitch. "I swear, he's driving me crazy. T-That- Ugh! That asshole!" He gritted through his teeth, trying to keep his cool while passing the others loitering the side-walk. He felt dumb. So dumb. Maybe he should work off some steam before he saw Daisuke. The kid didn't need to see him looking so shitty today. He quickened his pace, running for the school's entrance embellished with festive decorations. Today his focus was Daisuke.
He grinned, about to turn into the school, but he clashed with someone else who was bolting at full fucking speed as well and the impact nearly knocked the wind out of him.
He and the other person fell to the ground, earning the gasps and attention of those around.
His eyes squeezed shut, Naruto loudly groaned out, reaching back to rub at his tail-bone that had almost been demolished by the concrete.
A woman then brought a hand to her mouth. "Isn't that..?!"
"Yes, but please remain calm, dear. His son attends this school, so it wouldn't be polite to ask for an autograph or photograph. Leave the man to his peace."
"What? I had no idea!"
"Shiiiiit!" Naruto sharply hissed, ignoring the murmuring of the people around and opening his eyes to see who had collided into. His face burned red, in fury and a skeptical scoff left him when he met the face of Uchiha Sasuke, midnight eyes glaring directly at him. "Well isn't this some bullshit?" He bristled, aiming the dirtiest look he could muster at the raven.
"Naruto," Sasuke seethed, his tone dangerously cutting, not that that seemed to instill even an ounce of fear in the Uzumaki. "And after you already punched me?"
"You hit me, asshole!" Naruto shouted, gingerly getting to his feet, his tail-bone sore as he stood. Damn it all to hell, he was sure he going to have to ice his ass later!
Sasuke muttered a curse under his breath, wincing as he got up off of the ground too and dusted himself off. "Dobe, just be lucky you're still employed." He bit out, pointing a threatening finger at him.
His cheeks puffed out, Naruto touched on his wrist and then he realized it. His eyes grew wide. "Where's my..?" He looked down on the ground around him, panicked, but he still heard the Uchiha snort. Naruto smiled when he spotted it and smiled in relief, moving to pick it up. However, in reaching for it, a shoe plummeted down onto it and his mouth dropped open before he lifted his baffled stare onto the culprit.
Sasuke.
Sasuke hadn't even been paying attention when he had stepped on it as he strode off because he was too busy making sure his cell phone was fine.
"-Hey!" Naruto yelled at him, but the man didn't even glance back. "Y-You fucking-...!" He tightened his lips in remembering that there were children in the vicinity of him and his foul temper and roughly grabbed at his own hair out of pure frustration. He was stressed out, and Sasuke was being even more of an asshole than usual. He bent down and picked up the bracelet Utakata had given him. He growled at the damage, but decided he didn't have time for Sasuke. Daisuke's play was going to begin soon and he didn't want to be late.
So, he stormed off through the entrance gates, inwardly fuming.
Sasuke frowned, intently eying his cell from all angles to inspect any damage he may have overlooked. He barely paid attention to the admiring murmurs and star-stricken beams on him. He passed one of the first festival stalls and it was right then, his shoulder was not what he would call bumped, but shoved, so hard that his cell was knocked his phone out grasp and hit the ground.
He stopped and his glare heated. He was somewhat baffled and most definitely aggravated. Staying impassive as he retrieved the deceive from the ground, he tried to breathe out calmly. He targeted the only person not that far ahead of him, the person looking back at him with an apologetic expression on his face.
Uzumaki Naruto.
Silently, Sasuke put his phone away. "Still out to get me, hn?"
"My bad, teme. I honestly did not mean to do that," He apologized, sheepishly, although a small snicker escaped him. He knew how it may have looked, but that was completely an accident.
"Uzumaki Naruto, you are dead." Sasuke snarled.
Swallowing a bit nervously, Naruto turn his ass around as fast as he could and then took off like a bat out of hell.
Sasuke sprinted after him, on his tail at ninja-like speed.
Between him and Naruto, their level of 'petty' was at an all-time high.
"He's the star of the play then?" Menma asked, looking out at the passing scenery.
Itachi drove, his beautiful hair in a ponytail at the nape of his neck and nodded. "Yes, and I expect that he'll do well. He is my nephew after all."
"Right, right, because he is your nephew," Menma turned to him and humorously scoffed out, "Let's hope he doesn't fuck up because you just might disembowel yourself."
His slate gaze ahead and hands fluently on the steering-wheel, Itachi breathed a light laugh. "Hn. Even if he does happen to make a mistake, he'll still make me proud. I'm simply certain that he won't because once Daisuke puts his mind to something, he excels at it. It's Uchiha nature to do so."
Menma rolled his eyes, inwardly mocking the man's smug voice. Itachi was always so certain and dignified. He wanted to see him lose his cool, just once. He blinked when an idea came to him, his smile sinister, and then slid his hand over onto Itachi's upper thigh.
Itachi glanced at the Uzumaki out of the corner of his eye, impassive. "I'm driving."
"I know. You don't have to stop, Itachi-sensei," Menma purred thickly, sliding his hand higher and over onto the man's crotch area. He felt Itachi tense and smiled wider, palming the sizeable bulge imprisoned in the Uchiha's trousers.
Sure to keep his focus on the road, Itachi's breath shuddered and he could sense that all too familiar heat building below his belt.
Taking his lower lip between his teeth, Menma leaned forward and watched his hand knead the bulge. He could feel it growing harder and hotter against his skin. So big already. He lifted his eyes onto Itachi's face and the man's pale cheekbones were beginning to flush. When Itachi was turned on his skin flustered so easily. It was kind of... cute.
Itachi couldn't help bucking his hips against the Uzumaki's palm, bringing the car to a stop behind another car in the crowded lane on the freeway. "Brat, if you keep that up..,"
"What?" He laughed a bit, blushing slightly. "It's fine, I'll help you with it, okay?" He emphasized what he meant by firmly pressing on the now straining bulge beneath his hand and Itachi grunted out in frustration, licking over his lips. Probably because there wasn't enough friction for him to feel as much as he pleased. Menma then unbuckled his seat belt and shifted in his seat, facing Itachi and started undoing the man's belt and trousers. Good thing the BMW's windows were tinted as dark as they were. Excited himself, he freed his tutor's cock from the confines of his boxers and his own dick jumped when he watched the massive, straining-red and hard length spring up. He shivered deliciously at the sight, wrapping his hand around it and began to stroke it.
"Hhn, you've done this before?" Itachi inquired huskily, his voice deep and smoldering, the sound of it making Menma blush harder.
The way he licked over his lips undeniably sensual, Menma shook his head. "No, but it's exciting, isn't it?" His gaze gleamed with an electrified thrill that even Itachi could see.
The Uchiha throatily groaned, the teenager gripping his arousal tighter and pumping him experimentally, teasing him. He basked in the wonderful sensation, liquid fire racing through his veins.
Menma showed him a dimpled-smile, enjoying the lustful look on his handsome face and he could see the sweat beginning to dampen Itachi's forehead. It was too fucking sexy. Menma fisted him faster, pre-cum glazing his palm, the man's dick dripping heavily in his grasp. "Have I ever told you that I love how incredibly big you are," His voice was low, and yet, sinfully sweet, drowning the man's senses in pure ecstasy. He pressed his lips to smooth, feverish skin and slowly kissed down Itachi's jawline, all the way to his neck.
Itachi smirked, gripping the steering-wheel until he went white at the knuckles. This brat was too good.
"I want to feel you inside me, so badly," Menma whispered in a light moan against Itachi's neck before he kissed him there and then pulled back, his blue eyes locking with dark ones, and it seemed as if a spark flew between them.
Suddenly, Itachi roughly grabbed a fist full of Menma's hair and yanked the Uzumaki closer, their lips brushing and breathing mingled. "You're such a sly brat, you know that? Is that what you want? For me to fuck you like the slutty little thing you are?" He gritted through his teeth brutally, pure-crimson lust swimming in his gaze and Menma's blue eyes sparkled in desire as he breathlessly nodded in response. "Move your hand faster." He commanded and his jaw clenched up as bliss overtook him when the Uzumaki did just that.
Their gazes stayed locked, and it felt as if they could tell what each other was thinking, and it made them both extremely horny. The need and urge to fuck each others brains out was stronger than anything they had ever felt before.
Just the thought of Itachi slamming into him in the backseat of this BMW made his legs tremble, his pants beginning to feel tighter than they usually did on him and his own cock throbbing, wetting the fabric of his boxers. "..You're so damn hot," Menma murmured, shuddering.
Itachi snorted out a laugh, his facial expression a bit hazy. He was high on euphoria that clouded his mind and it overpowered his judgment. He desired Menma, and it wasn't something that he could fight. The way Menma squeezed and stroked his cock was drool-worthy.
Itachi pulled Menma into a deep kiss with a delicious smack and hungrily slipped his tongue passed pouty lips, feasting out the addicting cavern that was the teenager's mouth. The taste of the Uzumaki was intoxicating. With just the skill of his tongue, he drew a small, keen cry out of the younger male and Menma inwardly shifted his legs together, wanting to be touched too.
Menma's tongue glided up against Itachi's, their lips trying to devour one another as Menma continued to jerk the Uchiha off.
Menma moaned softly after a particular squeezed he did on the Itachi's cock caused the man to part from him and hiss out, pleasurably. He ran the pad of his thumb over the head of the thick length and smeared the stickiness up and down the reddened flesh, his own lips kiss-bruised and shiny with saliva. He was mesmerized as he watched the man's brow furrow in and dark eyes shut in concentration.
The both of them panting, the Uchiha indicated that he wanted him to start by tightening the grip he had on his hair and Menma gladly leaned down and lowered his face to the thickly oozing cock in his hold. "Itadakimasu," He said before he eagerly licked up the semen seeping along the huge, angry-red arousal.
"Hha, shit." Itachi inhaled sharply and Menma wasted no time swallowing him whole, bathing him in his warm mouth and beginning to deep throat his cock. Fuck, it was even sexier how effortless it was for Menma. Itachi was a well-endowed man and Deidara and every other partner he had had in the past had a rather... difficult time when trying to pleasure him orally, but God damn Menma pretty much had a nonexistent gag-reflex. His gaze glazed over and the tension in his arms building, he pressed on the gas when the traffic began to move and drove, as swiftly as he normally did. The velvety encased of Menma's throat was absolutely amazing. Menma hadn't stopped even when he started driving, only bobbed his head faster. He took a quick glance down and he swore he could've blown his load right then. Not only was the sight the hottest thing he had ever seen, it literally felt like Menma was sucking him dry and he was moaning in such a lewd manner while doing it. He bit down on his lip, desperate to keep his mind on the road.
But, good Lord, he thought he would lose it when the Uzumaki did that trick where he held him in his throat for an impressive six seconds and then let it slip back out of his throat. "God fucking damn, brat," Itachi let out a guttural moan, his eyebrows crinkling in as he slowed to a stop after the car in front of him did.
Menma lifted his mouth off of Itachi's dick, gasping and saliva and pre-cum glistened off of his lips and all around his mouth. The flush of his cheekbones heavy and dark, Menma dragged his tongue up along the rigid cock and then slapped the hefty package on his tongue. "Enjoying it, sensei?" He moaned, turning his head to look up at him and tucking a side of his messy hair behind his ear.
"Hn," Itachi smirked down at him, the sight of his pre-cum on Menma's face almost enough to finish him off. "Of course I'm enjoying it, Menma-kun. I have such a fucking filthy, slutty student working extra hard to get himself a passing grade. Certainly a student well-overdue for a spanking." Especially after Menma had promised him he would be a 'good boy' until later.
"Mmhm," Menma let out lust-drenched whimper, nodding and then sucked on only the head of Itachi's cock, fisting the rest of the hot, pulsating flesh. "..Your little slut, Itachi," He muttered around his cock before swallowing the man deeper.
Itachi groaned, threading his fingers through the side of Menma's hair and panted. "Only mines?" Menma answered him with another moan and dark-lashed, exotic, cerulean eyes loomed up at him, the Uzumaki's hair pushed back out of his face and the small, fine hairs of his hairline exposed and that luscious, pouty mouth full of his dick. Fuck, the brat was gorgeous.
"Haaa!" The small Uchiha gazed out the window of the 16th century theater set, breathing out a dramatic, prolonged sigh that echoed throughout the vast auditorium. "I've decided... this morning will be the perfect time to go out and search for my princess," He brought his hands together into a clasp, a big, confident smile gracing his face, but then, that smile faltered, sadly. "Oh, who am I kidding? This is only the best time because I'll have to return home by three or I'll miss pudding time… and apple juice servings." He confessed in all honesty, his brow furrowing. "It's far too early to be climbing up a gruelingly tall tower, or some strange girl's startlingly long hair. What if it's awfully dirty as well?" He shuddered, cringing.
The audience erupted in genuine laughter, awing at the cuteness of it all.
Naruto was seated beside Tenten and Sasuke was seated on the other side of her and Aki, because he and Naruto would rather keep some distance between them since they absolutely couldn't stand each other at the moment.
"Dai-chan's sooo cute on stage! Who knew he took acting this seriously," Tenten remarked in a whisper to Naruto, wearing a smile. "He hasn't messed up once and has even added a bit of his own humor to it."
Naruto agreed with a nod, grinning wide. "Well he did practice like crazy every day, so I'm glad it paid off and he looks darn handsome in his costume. He seems to be enjoying himself too."
Sasuke gazed ahead at his son. He found that his son had a natural talent for entertaining people. Daisuke had been nervous about the play, but had practiced day and night for weeks. A slight smile appearing on his face, he wondered if this was something Daisuke wanted to do this when he was older. If so, he was certain there was a glorious future ahead of him. He turned his head to his right for a mere second and actually had to do a double-take when took notice of his older brother sitting down next to him with a HD video camera in his grasp and filming, and Menma, scowling down at Itachi. Wait. Daisuke's play was already a minute in and Itachi was late? Hell must have frozen over. His eyes were wide.
"Hello to you as well, Otouto," Itachi greeted his little brother, casually.
Raising an eyebrow at the older Uchiha oddly, Sasuke crossed his arms. "You're late. That's unusual."
Itachi snorted, haughty. "I'm Uchiha Itachi. I'm not late, this event just started earlier than I presumed it would."
Sasuke eyed both Itachi and Menma, and noted the fluster of the teen Uzumaki's face and his messier than usual hair. He wore a look that looked all too familiar, but Sasuke said nothing. He just posted that mental sticky-note in the back of his mind.
Itachi lifted his gaze onto the teenager hovering a little too close to the view-frame of the camera and Menma motioned at the empty seat next to Itachi. "Need something?"
"Move. I want to sit next to your brother." He demanded, annoyed that he had to voice that.
Itachi returned his eyes to the stage. "I'm afraid that's too bad, Menma-kun. This spot happens to have the perfect lightening for filming."
Menma frowned and huffed lightly, unzipping his jacket. "You're such a dick," He murmured quietly, having no choice but to take the seat next to Itachi.
Sometime into the play, the musical number commenced and a child behind the set began playing the grand piano.
Daisuke was attired in a white, loose-fitting poet's shirt, dark trousers and shin-high boots, as he waltzed about through the set scenery and sheathed his fake sword, his long, midnight hair slicked into an elegant ponytail above his neck and the small, thin hairs of his hairline defining his fine, ambiguous features.
"Hello!," A little girl village on stage chimed off.
Daisuke interlaced his hands behind his back and began to sing richly, his cheeks rosy and facial expressions in tune with the emotions of the song. "I opened the window and whispered quietly!,"
"How are you?," Another girl dressed as a bread peddler hummed softly.
"No one's here, I'm alone in my room!," Daisuke harmonized fluently, turning to the audience.
"Morning!,"
The audience found themselves rocking to the beat and that's when the children broke into their dance number, making the story even more adorable then it already was, Daisuke now dancing in front of all the rest of the cast, belting a beautiful melody.
"By now, the phrase is a habit, 'Oh well.' On their own, the words from yesterday pass through my head, 'I don't expect anything out of you at this point.' Well, I guess it's not as though I expect anything out of myself, either. But still, why would you even say something like that?," Daisuke's smile was faint when he met the gazes of his father, Naruto, his uncle and Menma in the audience.
Daisuke strolled joyously down one of the many corridors in the school building after the play had come to an end, holding both Naruto and Sasuke's hand. "Tell me how good I was again, Daddy," He said with a grin, looking up at his father.
Sasuke proudly smirked down at him. "Your performance was phenomenal, Daisuke. The best I've ever seen. Emmy deserving even."
Blushing, Daisuke giggled, basking in the praise. "You're darn right I was that good! I was so nervous up there I thought I was going to puke once it was over."
"Really? I sure as hell couldn't tell," Naruto muttered, chuckling and Daisuke turned to him. "You looked so comfortable up there and you were amazing. Better than Romeo himself, Dai'." He showed him an applauding smile.
Daisuke laughed haughtily, his father's infamous smirk recreating itself on his face. "Why thank you, Naru-chan."
As they walked, they greeted the familiar teachers they passed and Daisuke stopped every now and then when he spotted one of his classmates, engaging in small-talk them. It was during those times that Sasuke and Naruto silently looked each up and down in a childish mock of 'disgust' since Daisuke wasn't aware of the tension between them and how badly they want to be nowhere near each other. Or so it seemed he wasn't aware that.
When they started walking, again, after Daisuke had finished a conversation he was having with one of his friends, he took a glance at his father and then looked over at Naruto. He was one hundred and ten percent aware of the chill radiating off of the two adults.
"Daddy, are you and Naru-chan fighting again?"
Sasuke tensed, surprised. "What? No, Daisuke. What would make you think that?"
Daisuke shrugged his shoulders, staring up at Sasuke knowingly. "I can just feel it, that you're angry with each other."
Naruto swallowed and licked over his dry lips. How could he feel it? Was the tension between him and Sasuke that thick? Damn it, he had hoped he wouldn't notice.
"I guess it would only be natural for you to notice," Sasuke forced a light-hearted chuckle, giving the child's hand a reassuring squeeze. "Naruto and I are simply having a disagreement, Daisuke."
His brown eyes narrowing, Daisuke turned his head to look at the Uzumaki on the other side of him, doubtful. "Naru-chan?"
But Naruto flashed him a wide grin, appearing reassuring as well. "...Yeah, we're not fighting or anything like that, Dai'."
Daisuke's cheeks puffed out. "But-"
"Daisuke, you don't have to worry about us," Sasuke stated, stopping his son from going any further and the small Uchiha was quiet, his mouth tilting in uncertainty. "Today was your debut, and I'm sure Itachi can't wait to tell you how proud you made him with your performance."
"Are- ..Are you sure you guys aren't fighting?" Daisuke asked more firmly that time.
"Yes, Daisuke," Naruto replied, his tone solid and face feigning 'honest' glee. "Sasuke and I are absolutely not mad at each other today, hehe!"
"Hn, I'll take one," Itachi said, lifting his gaze off of the pastries and looking the child in the face.
The small boy managing the pastry stall smiled big, his expression gleaming brightly at the man. "Really, Onii-sama?!" He exclaimed, a flush arising on his cheeks. Someone actually wanted to buy one of his treats? And even after his big brother told him his stall would do terribly?
Itachi nodded. "Yes. They look tasty."
The child's smile grew bigger, if that was even possible. The boy was beaming from ear to ear after receiving such a compliment and wasted no time in handing the long-haired man one of his homemade treats. He couldn't help but think that the man looked familiar. He felt like he had seen him on TV or in a magazine. "T-Thank you very much, Onii-sama!" He bowed his head in gratitude.
Itachi strolled away and unwrapped the treat before bringing the stick of glazed dango to his parting lips and taking a ball of the dessert into his mouth.
Menma's cheeks reddened slightly as he eyed the Uchiha from where he stood a few feet ahead of him. "Well wasn't that damn nice of you," He teased with a smile on his face, Itachi walking up beside him and the two of them starting on their stroll through the courtyard of the school once again. "He called you 'Onii-sama', maybe you're not as cold as I've heard." He joked, laughing.
Itachi was indifferent, watching the bustle of mingling of students, families and visitors under the pale-blue sky, raining confetti and swaying of balloons. "And who was it that told you I was cold?" He asked.
Menma snickered, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. "Why? So you can have them assassinated for warning me?"
Itachi turned his head, his eyebrow twitching in annoyance and Menma slipped a hand out of his jacket pocket, waving him off. "Oh don't look so serious. It was a joke, Itachi. Nobody told me that. It's just.. before now, that's how you appeared to me," He admitted with a shrug of his shoulders. "You're very intimidating-looking to someone who doesn't know you that well. But now, you look nothing like that to me anymore."
Itachi blinked, hearing that. Was that why Menma had always eyed him like that in the past? He had always figured the Uzumaki simply hadn't liked him when he would meet that stink-face the teenager would give him. Of course he had come to realize that Menma couldn't help that expression. It was just his normal look. ...But, right now, why did he feel somewhat relieved?
He swallowed the dessert in his mouth and then parted his lips to say something, but that was when a very dear voice called out to him. He and Menma stopped, turning around and Daisuke was running at them at full-speed.
Daisuke grinned, bolting for his uncle and Menma.
Sasuke and Naruto were straggling some feet behind him, bickering amongst each other in whispers.
Itachi smiled, opening his arms wide, still holding his stick of dango and awaiting to be glomped by his beloved nephew.
However, to his disbelief, Daisuke flew right passed him and jumped into Menma's arms.
"Onii-chan! I missed you, I'm so glad you came!" Daisuke beamed, Menma hoisting him up in his embrace.
Itachi, dumbfounded, lowered his arms, incredulity.
"Of course I did, Daisuke," He playfully rubbed the knuckles of his fist against the boy's head, red appearing on the small Uchiha's face. "And I must say you were great on stage. So so cu-te!" Menma chirped, getting a gleeful laugh of Daisuke.
"I feel so betrayed." Itachi stated, taking another ball of dango into his mouth and trying not to appear sulking.
Naruto stormed away from Sasuke when his cell phone started ringing and Sasuke snorted, glaring at the blonde.
Naruto answered the call, standing off to the side.
Trying to distract himself from the stress of dealing with Naruto's temperament, Sasuke walked over to Itachi and Menma, lifting an eyebrow at the teenage Uzumaki. "Hn. Surprised you attended, Menma."
Itachi chewed, his eyes narrowed on Menma. How could Daisuke neglect him in this manner?
"And why is it a surprise, Sasuke?" Menma scoffed, the boy in his arms snuggling closer to him. "I come see Daisuke whenever I have the time. I happened to.. miss school today."
Sasuke wore an amused smirk, giving a shake of his head. "It is remarkable that you haven't been expelled yet." He was humored by the the scowl shot at him, although he couldn't help but overhear Naruto's conversation.
"What do you mean he got you sick, Utakata? So the crackhead just sneezed in your face, like 'Achoo!' no cover at all? ... That's wild crazy. …Do you want me to come over? I'm free in a little bit."
"No. I'll be fine, just enjoy your day.. I would hate for you to catch it."
Naruto blushed slightly, although was getting this odd feeling in his gut. "Are you sure..? ...Okay, feel better. And make sure you put a cold-pack on your forehead for your fever and take some cough medicine." He instructed firmly and Utakata chuckled, assuring him that he knew how to take care of himself when he was sick just fine. Naruto sighed out, ending the call and turned his head to find Sasuke glaring over at him from where he stood near Menma, once again. "What, teme?" He clipped as he strolled over to them, pissed off.
Sasuke shrugged his shoulder, indifferent. "Hn. Nothing. Just think your boyfriend's clingy."
"Oh shut up, Sasuke! Clingy? You wanna talk about clingy?! Do you know how clingy you are!"
Itachi and Menma eyed the two, fed up with the argument already.
Daisuke saw some of his friends and asked Menma to free him and Menma let him jump down before the boy took off.
"I'm unbearably clingy?!" Sasuke frowned, seething. "I have never been clingy, usuratonkachi!"
Naruto huffed out a laugh of utter disbelief, his blue eyes flying wide at Sasuke. "Bastard, you've been clingy since we were children! We only stopped sleeping in the same bed as each other three years ago because you can't get to sleep without me next to you, or did you forget? Even when you were in relationships, you always found a way to get me to come over when you were alone because you wanted to sleep together."
Sasuke's lips tightened, his face going red.
Naruto glared, even though he thought Sasuke looked absolutely cute with that look on his face right now. He had definitely embarrassed him just now.
"Now, now," Itachi sighed, stepping between his little brother and Naruto. This was the normal for Sasuke and Naruto, but he sensed that there was something more going on here. "That's enough, the both of you." He reprimanded, putting a hand on Naruto's shoulder in order to calm him. "I'm sure you would both embarrass yourselves if people begin to notice this childish spat going on right now."
Pouting, Naruto began to blush as well. "B-But, Itachi, he's being a complete asshole towards me. He has been all day!" He whined, throwing his arms around the older Uchiha. "He's clingy, isn't he? Tell him, big bear!"
Menma turned his head, stifling a laugh. It always made him laugh when Naruto called Itachi 'big bear.' It was so fitting, but... oddly fitting.
Itachi threaded his fingers through blonde locks and looked over at his little brother, simply. "I'm afraid you are quite clingy, Sasuke."
His jaw clenched in frustration, Sasuke gritted through his teeth, "Of course you're taking his side, Itachi. Only because the moron gave you those irresistible puppy-dog eyes of his."
A wrinkle appeared above Naruto's nose as he scowled at Sasuke.
"You know what?" Menma spoke, a sly smile spreading across his lips as he storde over to Sasuke and the three adults eyed him, confusedly. "I have to agree with Sasuke. You're being a complete dick towards him, Naru-nii." He glared half-heartedly at the blonde, wrapping his arms around Sasuke's in declaration.
A comical snort left Itachi and Naruto's mouth dropped open. "M-Menma, you can't take his side! And did you call me a dick?!"
Sasuke smirked wide, triumph gleaming in his eyes. "Hn."
Menma gazed up at Sasuke's face, all giddy and smiley because of how unbelievably fine the man was.
Naruto flashed Sasuke a phony grin. "I hope you're aware that the only reason Menma's siding with you is because he has a stupid crush on you."
Sasuke lowered his eyebrows, leveling Naruto a stare. "I hope you're aware that Itachi's only siding with you because he thinks you have a nice ass."
It fell silent between them all, the sound of the tension between Naruto and Sasuke now clashing like two ninjas in battle reverberating.
Menma then released Sasuke and crossed his arms over his chest, unabashed. "And? So what if I have a crush on him."
Itachi raised an admonishing finger. "I would like a to attest that it couldn't be further from the truth that I'm siding with Naruto-kun simply because of his ass, even if it is quite nice."
After that argument, Naruto stormed off, dragging Menma along with him and Itachi stayed with Sasuke for the rest of their time there. By the time they all met again once the festival had ended; it became quite evident to Daisuke that his father and Naruto were definitely in the middle of a fight.
Daisuke stared at Sasuke as the man buckled him into the back seat of the car, but his father hadn't noticed. He raised his head, turning to look out the window and saw Naruto getting into his car that was parked across the street. He looked like his day had been horrible and that made him feel kind of bad. Maybe he should have asked Naruto if he was okay at some point during the day. .."Daddy, can you give Naru-chan a kiss for me?"
Sasuke looked to his son's saddened voice, his eyes widening at the gloomy expression on the boy's face. "Hey, what's wrong?" He asked tenderly, putting a hand on Daisuke's head. He hated that look more than anything.
Daisuke spoke quietly. "Naru-chan's sad, Daddy. ...He's sad because you're fighting with him."
"Listen, Daisuke-"
"Grandma says that when you have a fight with someone dear to you you shouldn't stay mad at them for too long because it'll make things worse. She says you should make-up, no matter what." Daisuke voiced strongly, his cheeks puffing out and eyes hardened.
Sasuke felt somewhat guilty being given that look. The fight was his fault, and he hadn't actually wanted to admit that, but he was making things worse between him and Naruto. He breathed out and then leaned in, kissing Daisuke on the forehead. "Alright," He complied, leaning away and showing him a slight smile. "I'll be right back." He leaned out of the car and shut the car door, Daisuke giving him a thumb's up.
He rounded the back of the car and Naruto hadn't pulled off yet. Actually, he was sitting in the car with the door open and scrubbing his hands over his face. He seemed tired, and of course, stressed. And he hated that that had been because of him.
"Dobe," He called out, crossing the street and approaching the car.
Silent, Naruto picked his face up out of his hands and turned to Sasuke's voice.
Sasuke leaned his arm on the roof of the car, staring down at the Uzumaki, not sure if Naruto was pretending not to see him, again. "Naruto."
"What the hell do you want, you asshole?" He weakly grumbled out, still not looking him in the face.
Sasuke sighed, deciding to squat by the door so he could properly look Naruto in the face. "I'm sorry."
Naruto let out a humorless laugh, rolling his eyes. "No you're not."
"Yes I am, Naruto," He expressed tightly, finally getting blue eyes to look him in the face. They seemed so dim, and all because of him. "I'm sorry about everything, about this morning and all of today. You didn't deserve that. I told you that I love you, but I fucked up, again," He rubbed at the back of his neck, suddenly feeling nervous. "When I kissed you and told you that I love you, I was serious. But then, you turned me down, and I tried to make myself feel better, which was a piece of shit thing for me to do. She didn't make me feel better at all. If anything she made me feel worse because all I can think about is Uzumaki Naruto."
Naruto felt like hot steam was shooting out of his ears, his entire face burning a dark red. "You.., bastard. ...You're very confusing." He murmured, running his fingers through his hair.
Sasuke stood, a light fluster gathering on his face as well. "Hn, I'm very confusing? ..Well, when you've decided you want me, I'll gladly give you an explanation, but until then," He went forward, leaning into the car and then spotted the faint smile on Naruto's face. He chuckled, pressing his lips to Naruto's forehead and the Uzumaki let out a shuddery breath. "Get home safe, dobe," He said against his skin before he leaned out of the car.
His heart throbbing hard and fast, Naruto looked up at the raven. "Sasuke..."
"That's from Daisuke," Sasuke smiled, giving a slight wave of his hand and then strode off back towards his car.
Naruto was quiet, left breathless. 'God, I swear he's driving me insane...'
Naruto had made a quick stop at the store that night and was now jogging up the steps of Utakata's place. Yes, Utakata ensured him he would be fine, but Naruto just couldn't leave him suffering. He didn't feel right not taking care of the poor guy when he was sick. He rang the doorbell, the breath leaving his mouth and colliding with the cold appearing like smoke. It was chilly.
He shivered when he heard Utakata's voice nearing the door and then the door came open, Utakata standing there in a simple pair of briefs, his hair mussed and complexion a bit flushed. He definitely looked feverish, but what was with his expression.
His golden gaze wide, Utakata nervously grabbed onto the door, so it wouldn't be open so wide. "Oh, N-Naruto, ... W-What are you doing here, babe?"
Naruto titling his head at his boyfriend's tone, his expression furrowed. "Why are you being weird? I mean, you told me you were sick, so of course you should've figured I would come by. I even brought you some of your favorite soup," He raised the bag in his hand, grinning. "But you don't sound as sick as you did on the phone." He looked the man up and down, wondering why he was still looking like he was. And why he hadn't exactly let him in the house yet. "What? Did you lie to get a day off or something?"
"What? N-No-"
"Utakata-san, who's at the door?"
Naruto's eyebrow rose as he looked passed his boyfriend and to the voice he heard come inside the house and there, in the entry way, wearing one of Utakata's t-shirts and clearly naked under the piece of clothing, was a young woman. Her appearance looked just as disheveled and flushed as Utakata's. Naruto felt his face darken as he calmly tried to register the situation and Utakata looked like he just shit out his internal organs.
Obviously, he had interrupted something.
