Disclaimer: Kishimoto is the man you're looking for :( ...not this young woman here.
A/N: Menma is a damn fool... and I love it LOL. ;-)
"What are we fighting for? Seems like we do it just for fun.
In this, this stupid war, we play hard with our plastic guns.
Breathe deep, bottle it up
So deep until it's all we got
Don't speak, just use your touch
Don't speak before we say too much.
You hate me now and I feel the same way
You love me now and I feel the same way
Scream and we shout
And make up the same day, same day." ( - Rock Bottom. Hailee Steinfeld. /ItaDei.)
Warning: INAPPROPRIATE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN MINOR/ADULT. (18+.)
Chapter 34 - Protecting What Is Loved Most. (part two.)
A little later that day, Menma was unlocking the door to Itachi's penthouse suite with Shee behind him, dressed for stealth in a pair of waist-high camo jeans and a black, midriff shirt beneath his Adidas hoodie with a coin charm choker clinging to his neck and a black cap on his head. He told Naruto he was leaving for a while before he left out of the house, but Naruto didn't want him coming all the down here by himself and then he told him Shee would be with him before his older cousin gave in and allowed him leave. He only needed to get the music sheet he left here anyway.
"Shee, keep your voice down... He might be sleeping," He whispered back to him and the blond nodded. Menma knew this was Itachi's day off so he wouldn't be surprised if he was napping. But that wasn't why he was being stealthy. No. He didn't want to see Itachi and have to give him his ring back because he had been right about his dad.
Shee stared at Menma's ass in the jeans he wore and willed down an erection. It's not like Menma didn't know he was sexy, but did he have to flaunt and wave it in his face all the time! He was too tempting. He blinked wide when he heard the click of the door lock and looked away with slight blush on his face, not wanting his friend to catch him eying his backside.
"Okay, come on." Menma opened the door and was expected to be greeted with silence, but the place was thick with the sounds that were not of a sleeping person, but loud moaning and hard thumping. His and Shee's eyes were wide when they turned to each other in disbelief. "Oh shit," They both walked in and Menma slapped a hand over his mouth, stifling his laughter. Deidara was here, obviously. And he thought he and Itachi would have broken up, but looks like that didn't happen. "He's for real... gettin some right now?" He muttered more to himself, taking his sneaks off and dropping them on the floor. Itachi was honestly getting off right now, and Menma couldn't be happier for him. Itachi was so grumpy and pissy when he was sexually deprived. Maybe he would take it easier on him now when he was giving him lessons.
Shee's eyebrows rose greatly. "W-What? You mean Itachi-san and the model dude?!" He nearly shouted, taking off his shoes as well.
Nodding, Menma shushed him. "Yes, stupid. Clearly. Who did you think it was?" He loudly whispered.
"I don't know," Shee shrugged, following Menma into the living room. This was Deidara, the famous model, and Uchiha Itachi getting busy. His jaw dropped at a particular scream that echoed throughout the place. He grinned widely and quickly pulled out his phone. "Shit, dude. I gotta record this!–"
"Don't you dare, dumb ass!" Menma immediately snatched Shee's cell. "What the hell's the matter with you? You're an asshole, Shee. This is private shit right here," He seethed, protective of Itachi's personal life. Nobody had the right to record something like this. Anything but this.
Shee looked at Menma, stunned for a moment. He didn't expect him to get upset about it. "Damn, chill out…" He blushed slightly, rubbing at the back of his neck. He wasn't used to this whole knowing someone who knew a famous person thing, so he wasn't sure what was an invasion of privacy and what wasn't. "… Sorry." He murmured disheartedly, a slight ping in his chest. He must have seriously pissed Menma.
"Shee…" Menma drew harsh breath, realizing how he must have seemed in that moment and was honestly surprise by his own actions. He didn't mean to kill Shee's fun, but he couldn't let him do something like that. With flushed his cheeks, he scowled and handed the phone back to his friend. "Just don't, okay? You can't just go whipping that thing out when you see or hear something exciting. I'm trusting you right now, ya know. Think first." He lightly scolded, going ahead of him.
"Mm," Shee gave a nod, slipping his cell back into his pocket. "Yeah, sorry. I forgot." He frowned a bit. Menma suddenly got all protective over that guy and it irritated him for some reason. He walked behind his friend, eying his back skeptically. He never saw Menma react like that for anyone. They usually had fun getting people on video doing what he considered scandalous stuff and posting it on Twitter or where ever.
He roughly scratched his hair before gradually brushing off his annoyance as he headed up the stairs. The closer they got to the second the louder the obvious sounds of sex became and Shee couldn't help blushing a great deal. He didn't even hear his parents having sex on the reg', or at least he had avoided that ever since that incident when he was little and he saw a sight he couldn't unsee. But this, the sounds weren't his disgusting parents going at it. The sounds enveloping his ears right now were lusty, intense, breathtaking and–DOWN RIGHT EROTIC. Okay, he was hard.
Shee licked his lips to keep from drooling stupidly and looked down at his pants. He was confident that the voice running straight to his groin at the moment was that Deidara guy and he knew Menma had a problem with him, but as of now Deidara was all cool in his book. God, he sounded orgasmic as fuck! He lifted his gaze from his growing hard-on and was broken out of his lewd haze when he witnessed Menma moving quickly toward the bedroom near the beginning of the hallway.
"What are you doing?" He quietly shouted, his eyes wide in disbelief.
Menma ignored him, grinning big. He stopped a couple feet away from Itachi's door, turning his ear to the door and he listened for a moment after not hearing what he was waiting for. He smirked a bit. He didn't even know Deidara could sound like that. He was damn near screaming! His voice would go to a new high every passing second and then melt into whimper that almost reminded him of a wounded puppy. He took a step and listened closer with curious eyes, waving off the pointed look Shee was giving him. And that was when he heard it. He heard a guttural growl that practically seeped through the door and knew for sure that the growl belonged to Itachi. He clapped his hands together with a stomp of his foot, mentally cheering the Uchiha on.
"He sounds like he's killing him," He whispered over to Shee with a snicker, though his cheeks were a bit flushed, too. He was getting kind of hot himself and it was not something he could control. Itachi's voice during sex was on a whole other level of hotness. Nobody could hear Itachi and simply say – 'That sounds hot.' No. Itachi's fucking moaning, growling, grunting-that shit made you melt, gave you chills, and your heart felt like it was on rollercoaster. Like, ugh, he remembered he came from that voice alone.
"Why are you listening?! You're such a pervert!" Shee quietly barked, walking over to his friend and Menma's eyes looked at him innocently wide, as if he had no idea of the wrong he was doing. "Do you do this all the time or something?" He asked strangely with a questionable brow.
"No." Menma replied in harsh defense, frowning at Shee half-heartedly. "I've only seen them have sex once," Shee's expression furrowed morbidly and Menma smirked slightly, unable to keep his other sins secret. "And I may have listened three other times."
"Dude, you're weird." Shee whispered, stepping back from the door.
"Oh don't act like a saint when you peep into the girls' changing room," Menma sniped, scowling, all the while still listening to Itachi and Deidara having sex.
"Whatever, bro. That's completely different from this," He said with a tone of offense, crossing his arms. "You peep with me, so that makes you twice the pervert."
Menma shrugged his shoulders. "I know I'm a pervert. I don't give a fuck though." He smirked wider, proud of that fact.
Shee opened his mouth ready to argue, but then realized Menma was a pervert, and the Uzumaki just admitted that. He and Menma stared at each other, the sounds of sex blaring around them and then Menma turned his nose up at Shee, uncaring of the shame he should bare of his declaration of pervertism. If that was a thing?
Menma listened to the back and forth squeaking of the bed in Itachi's room before rubbing his hands together, ecstatic for the outcome of this. "This is going to be great. When Itachi's done with him his body is going to beat the fuck up and it'll probably be funny to see. ..But then again, I'm low-key mad 'cause that bitch is getting pounded by a God right now."
Shee laughed, giving a shake of his head. Menma was ridiculous sometimes. "A God?"
Menma threw him an obvious look. "Shee, Itachi is a sex-god. He has a talent," He did suggestive movement with his tongue and Shee's eyes widened in realization and he quickly closed his mouth, putting his hand up in defense. "Not that I would know anything about... his talents.." He said with a grimace, immediately regretting what accidentally slipped out of his mouth. His words, not his tongue.
Shee eyed him notably, smart enough to catch on. "Have you fucked him?" He questioned, blunt as he could be.
"…No." Menma's answer was weak with apparent guilt, though he and Itachi didn't exactly fuck. It was just messing around. Oral, that was all. Sadly.
The blond stepped toward him, pointing a chiding finger at him. "Menma, I can see it on your face. Something went down," He saw Menma wince at his conclusion and he was kind of shocked. He wasn't dumb. He knew what he was talking about.
Menma rolled his eyes at Shee and crossed his arms. Oh, yes. Itachi did go down. "Nothing went down, Shee. I would never do that." Fuck, he didn't even believe himself at the moment. That was such a terrible cover.
Shee frowned. "Menma, I'm not dumb. I'm smarter than you and something happened and you're doing a horrible job lying about it right now."
Menma swallowed, hardening his expression and fought the naughty laugh that was creeping up his throat. "Shee…Are you serious? You're wildin' right now," Dark, firm eyes pinned his and he tried so hard not to grin. He weakly raised his arm and pointed down the hall to his room door. "J-Just...Can you just go get the music sheet? It's in the bottom desk drawer in my room."
"Mm-hm," Shee pursed his mouth with firm suspicion as he walked off to go do that. "I ain't fuckin' wildin.. " He muttered to himself, knowingly.
Menma mouthed a curse, wanting to slap himself. He wasn't really worried about Shee finding out because he was his best friend and he held most of his secrets and vice versa, but he didn't want Shee to be disappointed in him. He didn't want him to know he was that much out there, especially since Shee was a virgin and he had a very strict view on what was right and what was wrong. Even though he knew mostly all of Menma's dirt, he always had a hard time swallowing it. And if Shee were to find out about what his relationship had been like with Itachi, Menma imagined this look of – 'damn, I knew you was a hoe. But I didn't know you were that much of a hoe.' And fucking around with his twenty-three year old tutor would give him that "definite hoe" stamp. He pouted. Not that he cared about that, but what Shee thought of him was kind of a big deal.
He couldn't change what happen, nor did he regret it. He shrugged, going up to Itachi's room door and pressed his ear to the door, listening closely. He missed sex. He hadn't had sex in forever, and hearing Itachi have sex was a pacifying tease, not to mention highly entertaining. His eyes rolling around mindlessly, he smile curved onto his mouth.
"Oh my fucking G-God, y-y-you're deep!"
Menma's eyes flew wide, hearing Deidara. Damn, he wished he could see what was going on in there. He bit his bottom lip, swallowing thickly and leaned on the door. This didn't make him that much of a pervert, right?
"Aah, Ah! Ah! Mnugh?! N-No! Please give it back! P-Put it back in!" Deidara's moaning voice came out in a needy whine.
Menma frowned, stomping his foot, this time in jealousy. He should have had sex with Itachi when he had the chance. It sounded like it was so good, and he had heard the bedroom rumors about Itachi Uchiha. Hell, all Itachi did was use his mouth and fingers on him and that had drove him crazy. He couldn't even imagine the sex. He crinkled his nose up annoyingly, hearing Deidara moaning erratically.
"Itachi! Itachi! …Aaaah! Y-You're- Oh-h! ..You're making me come!" Deidara sobbed vehemently, his voice trembling.
Itachi laughed a bit, huskily. "Deidara, it hasn't even been four minutes since you last came."
That did it. His tightened fists quivered unfairly, Menma mouthed a cuss. That voice. That fucking voice. Itachi's voice was beautiful, so delicious. He turned away from the door and stormed off down the hall. Where the hell was Shee with that music sheet?! He had to get out of here! He was sporting an erection now, and Itachi was causing his sexual hormones to bounce all over the damn place.
Menma walked into his room to find Shee confusingly looking through a bunch of random music sheets at the desk in his room. He saw the drawer above the one he told him to look through was pulled out and huffed, going over to him and took the papers. Those were old practice sheets Itachi had given him. "Shee, I said bottom drawer." He said, putting the old papers back into the open drawer and then he squatted down, pulling out the drawer below that one and retrieved a single sheet of paper out.
"Oh." Shee's eyebrows rose now that saw the drawer Menma was talking about. Well he hadn't said very bottom and all the drawers were basically at the bottom, so he was confused.
Menma stood, closing the drawer back and then smiled at the paper. "Okay, we've got my baby. We can go now."
He and Shee headed out of the room, finally ready to leave. While they walked through the hallway they hadn't been surprised to hear Itachi and Deidara still going at it. Menma looked at the door as they passed it and sinisterly grinned when this cheeky idea sparked in his brain.
"Shee, wait." He grabbed his friend's shoulder when they reached the just before the staircase.
Shee looked back at him confusingly. "Hm? Wait?"
Menma turned around, eying Itachi's bedroom door with a lingering gaze. He felt stroking the Uchiha's ego a bit. Might as well make his presence known. "Yeah get it! Get it, 'Tachi!" He raised his arms, doing a sexy motion with his hips in a way that mimicked him thrusting into someone and his tongue poked out the corner of his mouth. "Hit it from the back! Hit it from the back! Aye, aye, hit it from the back!" Then he swiftly did the hit dem folks American dance move.
Shee was so shocked that Menma had just done that, that he had moved way too late. He quickly grabbed the Uzumaki by the arm and dragged him along with him. "Stupid! He'll know we were here!"
"I know!" Menma laughed hard, running behind Shee.
Menma turned around and looked up at the darkness of the sky before he mouthed a curse. He wanted to believe it wasn't as late as he knew it was, but he was most likely in a heap of trouble. He grabbed the handle of the front door and turned it, finding it already unlocked. As expected, since he already saw his father's car in front of the house. He took a deep breath and walked in, closing the door behind him.
It wasn't his fault. His plan was to go grab his music sheet and come right back home, but of course Shee didn't want to go home so early and suggested they go get lunch. And they did. All the way in Shibuya. Then, after they ate, he and Shee happened to walk by the video game store and he, himself, decided to walk his dumbass inside to look around, and chat with the employees working there about new releases, merchandise, game sequels that were in development and his all-time favorite games for this year. And honestly, the guy that worked the front desk was really hot, so he was talking to him for a while. He was flirting his ass off, until he thought about what time he had to be home and ended up having to drag Shee out the store with him.
And then, after that trip to the game store, Shee decided he wanted to take the train to Joypolis, which was in Yokohama. He even gave him this bullshit promise that they would only stay for a little while. And long story short they fucked around in there for so long they lost track of time and now, he was home late. Well, it did rain for a while so they had to wait that out too. He finished taking off his shoes and headed to his doom, making sure to zip his hoodie up on the way. And the moment he stepped into the living room his father had just left out of the kitchen and they made eye contact, dreadfully.
His heart dropping in sudden panic, Menma put on his best dimple-pierced smile. "Hey, Dad! You're home!" He said with false, heartfelt excitement, making his way around the back of the sofa and toward him.
Iruka pressed him with a calm, yet clearly pissed off look. "Menma, I'm sure I told you to have that kitchen clean."
Menma stopped in his tracks, his forced excitement dropping from his face and his mind started spinning. He had to find something to say! Something to get him out of trouble! But he was rendered speechless in the end, because he knew what he was told and he clearly disobeyed the man. "Um...,"
Iruka frowned, seeing the dumbfounded look on his son's face. "What were you told this morning?" He sharply asked, positive that he made himself damn clear before he left this morning.
"…To have the kitchen clean." Menma replied, his voice low and depleted.
"And it's not, why?" Iruka eyed him hardenedly, his tone still very calm.
Menma began to mess with the choker around his neck, nervous. It was hard for him to even look Iruka in the face. "Because I went out earlier." He explained defeatedly.
"What does that have to do with the kitchen not being clean? I fail to see why that kitchen couldn't be cleaned before you left this house." Iruka said with skepticism, putting a hand on his hip.
Menma breathed out, finally looking his father in the eyes. He knew what he did wrong, so he might as well own up to it. "I was going to do it after I came back. Naru-nii said I could go out so…" He muttered, in his own defense, and his father gave a testy raise of his eyebrows.
"-Wait, wait, wait. What?" Naruto happened to be strolling down the staircase and looked at Menma with crinkled brows. He happened to hear what Menma had said when he was on his way down and tilted his head. "What did I say?" He asked curiously, not sure why he was being brought into Menma's mess.
Menma looked over at him. "You said I could go out earlier." He stated, obviously.
Naruto stepped off the stairs and walked over to the sofa, sitting down on it. "Menma, that was freaking hours ago and I told you Dad said you had to clean the kitchen. You said you were gonna be gone for like thirty minutes, so yeah, I let you go because I thought you would be right back. It's almost nine-thirty." He mentioned before looking around on the sofa for the remote.
Menma screwed up his face at Naruto, unfairly. It's wasn't even fair that he was about to get in trouble right now. "Okay, but you didn't say clean the kitchen before I left." He threw out there, reasonably.
Naruto turned to look at the teenager with a roll of his eyes. "But if you know what Dad told you I shouldn't have to remind you-"
Iruka sighed and watched the both of them, intently. Naruto and Menma were two hotheaded people and no matter how much they loved each other, they both could catch a mean attitude with one another.
"You know what? Whatever. 'Cause you're going to sit there and act like you actually put your foot down," Menma waved him off and frowned. "If you really would have seriously told me to go clean the kitchen then I would've just did it before I left. You made it sound like it wasn't a big deal and said it was okay for me to leave, so I got you. Watch, next time you leave some clothes in the washer or you forget about water you're boiling for your stinkin' ramen I'm not going to remind you." He said bitingly with a shrug of his shoulder.
Naruto pursed his mouth, giving a shake of his head. "Well, if you really wanna be that petty, two can play at that game. Don't be mad at me because you're home late and you're in trouble now. It's your fault, not mine."
Menma's anger seemed to flare with Naruto's poking taunt. Leaning his weight to one hip, he threw his hands out. "But you said-"
"Okay, that's enough, the both of you." Iruka cut in, the two Uzumaki in the room throwing each other dirty looks. Sighing, he turned to Menma and pointed to him demandingly. "You, where did you go?"
Menma pouted, shifting his glare from Naruto and looked back at his father. "I went to get a music sheet that I left at Itachi's place."
"And you're back at nine-thirty? Way passed your curfew?"
His mouth dropping open, he gestured his hand in Naruto's direction. "Naru-nii said-"
"Menma, it's not about what Naruto said. I don't care what he told you. What did I tell you?" Iruka raised his voice, fed up with Menma playing the blame game and the boy stiffened, quickly shutting his mouth. "Menma, get your ass in that kitchen and clean it, from top to bottom, and that is the last time I'm going to tell you. And you have no video game privileges tonight, is that understood? I don't know what is wrong with you, but you have lost your entire mind strolling in here at almost nine-thirty at night."
Menma stared at the man with devastation and disbelief welling in his wide eyes, his heart feeling like it had been ripped out and shoved down his own throat. All he thought about all day was playing some Assassin's Creed, Fall Out 4, and he was almost at the end of Far Cry. He tried hard to hold back his tears, clenching his fists. "But Dad-"
Iruka put up his hand, silencing him and looked at him sternly. "Menma, I don't want to hear it. You better not even look at a game controller. Are we understood?"
"Ooo, you can't play no video games." Naruto grinned teasingly, turning to face the television. Sometimes it was fun to fuck around with Menma, especially when he was on the verge of tears over the smallest shit.
His blue eyes sparking in immediate anger, Menma's entire face fumed red. "Dude, seriously shut the hell up before I smack you! God, you're so freakin' annoying right now!" He shouted at the blonde, agitated beyond belief with Naruto and his taunts.
Naruto snickered, uncaring.
Iruka breathed out, tiredly. "Menma, get in there."
Menma whined, pouting rather adorably and started on his marched to the kitchen. That is, until, Iruka grabbed him by the arm on his way passed him and Menma looked back at him and cocked an eyebrow at his father.
"Wait, come here." Iruka beckoned him to take a few steps back with a knowing finger and Menma did just that and turned around to face the man, a confused expression on his face. Then, his father reached for the zipper of his hoodie and began unzipping it. The raven haired Uzumaki stilled when the hoodie opened to reveal what he was wearing underneath. He witnessed his father's eyes darken and gulped. Oh shit.
Iruka stared at the midriff shirt that exposed his son's pierced navel and his dangerous gaze narrowed. "Menma, I'm sure I told you if you're going to have that piercing in that you were to wear a shirt long enough to cover it." He frowned. The damn thing was so provocative and he had forbidden Menma from even getting it in the first place, but that didn't stop the boy from getting it done anyway.
Naruto made another 'done for' sound in the background and Menma mentally pictured himself tossing his older cousin out the second floor window. But, in reality, he ignored the blonde and half-muttered, "I… I had it zipped up, Dad."
Iruka's eyebrow twitched at the revealing piece of clothing. "You had this zipped up all day? Menma, do you think I'm stupid?"
"…No, sir."
"Get in the kitchen, now." Menma quietly and cautiously obeyed, turning to walk away and Iruka threateningly raised his hand to the back of the boy's head, but the Uzumaki was quick to duck and ran for the kitchen door. "You little…" Iruka seethed through gritted teeth and Naruto laughed, watching the puppy-dog look Menma was giving their father.
Menma assaulted the man with pleading, blue eyes. "I'm sorry, Dad. I love you and I won't do it again." But Iruka simply gave a stern point in the direction of the kitchen and the fifteen year old took no time shooting through the door.
"…I don't know what is wrong with him. He just cannot listen," Iruka shook his head, tiredly, and reached into his pants, taking out his keys and tossed them onto the coffee table as he made his way passed the loveseat and then over to the staircase.
Shrugging his shoulders, Naruto looked at the television and lifted the remote to it. "You know how Menma is, Dad. He doesn't listen to anyone, unfortunately."
Iruka loosened his tie, heading up the stairs. "He better be quick to correct that or he going to find himself in a world of trouble. I'm going to shower, so be sure he does what he's supposed to do, Naruto."
"Yes, sir." Naruto replied with a salute as he surfed through the schedule guide for what was coming on later. Nothing good was on. He craned his neck, turning to peek back and see if his father was gone. One more taunt and it would be out of his system. "Menma, scrub from the floor up!"
"Shut the fuck up, bro!"
Naruto snickered at the annoyed yelled at came from the kitchen, grinning. "Ooo, you just cussed at me!"
Naruto laid in bed later that night, re-watching one of his favorite movies, X-men. He liked the old movies for this series. It took him back to that time in his childhood when he and Sasuke saw this movie together as kids. That reminded him, he needed to call Sasuke before he went to bed. His back against the pillows, his eyes were glued to the television screen and slipped his hand beneath his shirt to scratch at his stomach.
It was then he heard a knock on his door and looked over at it. "Who is it?" Instead of getting an answer, the door just came open and there Menma stood in the doorway with his pillow and stuffed Pikachu in his arms and dressed in Mickey Mouse pajamas. Naruto's eyes blinked wider and he arched an eyebrow, mocking cluelessness. "Oh, if isn't Menma. What do you want?"
Menma pouted, blush gathering on his cheeks. "Can… Can I sleep in here with you?" He asked with hesitation, feeling like his pride had just been demolished.
Naruto sat up, folding his legs and ran his gaze over the younger Uzumaki, mischievously. "Oh, can you sleep in here? After you told me you were gonna slap me and you insulted my ramen?" He brought up, his tone sweet and taunting. Menma looked at him, quietly, his eyes all big and adorable. Naruto dropped the asshole act with a roll of his eyes and sighed. "Get in here, dumb-dumb."
Menma grinned widely, walking in and closing the door behind him before he went over and got on the bed with Naruto. He threw his pillow and Pikachu at the top and fell back on the comfy bed, glad that he would have a good sleep tonight, for once. "Man, your bed feels good. Why does yours feel softer compared to mine?" He muttered, patting the mattress. Naruto rarely ever slept on this thing so why did it feel so broken in?
"Still can't sleep without me, huh?" Naruto said, lying back. Menma was always somewhat of an insomniac without him and it made him feel bad. He wished he could be there to let him sleep with him every night. It must be miserable not being able to sleep on your own and only getting a few hours of sleep a night when you finally do fall asleep.
Menma was silent for a moment and then shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah. ...But I'm pretty sure you'd rather sleep with Daisuke than me anyway." He said, reaching into his pajama shorts pocket and taking out his cell phone.
Naruto quirked an eyebrow, wondering if Menma had been serious just now. "You jealous?"
Menma scoffed, already having come to the conclusion Naruto couldn't baby him anymore, even if he did miss it a little. "No. Just thinking how lucky he is," Menma replied, his thumb sliding over his phone screen as he went through Instagram. "But it's fine. At Itachi's when I can't sleep and he can't sleep we stay up and watch movies until we fall asleep on the sofa, so I do get to sleep sometimes."
"Oh." Naruto smiled a little, nodding. He wondered exactly how close Menma and Itachi were now because Menma seemed happier and more comfortable when he was with Itachi, which was unexpected since most people outside of family and friends found Itachi to be rather crude and distant. But then again, Menma was like that too, in a sense. Maybe that was why they got along so well. "Isn't it hard to believe you and Itachi hardly knew each other before now? Weird how the world works." He said idly, still watching the movie.
Menma laughed a bit, taking his eyes away from his phone and glanced over at the blonde. "I remember I always use to give him the stank-face, or so he says. He even told me he thought I didn't like him at first because anytime he was around I would give him this look, and you know how I am when I don't know someone really well and I'm just trying to feel them out. You know, carefully observe," Naruto laughed surprisingly, and Menma pouted, scowling. "Everyone tells me that. They say when they first met me they thought I didn't like them. I'm sorry I can't help my face."
Naruto half-grinned, hearing that. "Itachi actually cared that you didn't like him though? That's weird for him. He usually doesn't care about that kind of thing–Oh! I remember when he would come by the house and he would waiting in the living room for Sasuke or something and there was this time I went to make tea and I told you to go ask him if he wanted some and you looked like you were ready to die! You looked so scared and I didn't understand why, hehe! You were like 'no, I don't want to. You go ask him.' You used to be so nervous to talk to him."
Menma rolled his eyes, blushing. "That's because Itachi has like this blunt face, Naru-nii... I don't know.." He threw his hand out and his eyebrows furrowed, trying to find the best way to explain it. "He has this face that shows he doesn't have time for you. That's it, yeah! It's this intense look of 'if you say something even the slightest bit stupid,' he's immediately going to tell you to go away or some rude shit like that. So yeah, I was like you're close to him you go ask him, and I'm not like that at all when it comes to talking to people. I'm loud as fuck. I feel stupid that I even used to act like that when he was around because he already thinks he's some higher power and his ego is so big his head could fall off his shoulders at any time." He looked back at his phone with a slight, half-hearted frown.
"My God, yes. Trust me all Uchiha have that problem, Menma. But sometimes you just have to knock them down a few pegs so their necks don't snap." Naruto turned his attention back to the movie playing, sighing hopelessly. It went comfortably silent for a while and Naruto couldn't help thinking about Menma not being able to sleep without him. It bothered him. How could he fix it though? An idea sparking in his head, Naruto suddenly sat up from the bed and looked over at the teenager busy on his cell phone. "Hey, Menma, if you ever can't sleep at night you can always call me and we can talk until you're tired, if you want to." He offered with a small smile. He didn't like the feeling of not being there at night for Menma, and the boy didn't sleep well with anyone else but him, so he felt bad.
Menma shifted his gaze from his phone screen and looked at the man. "You mean it? Even if you're already asleep when I call you, you won't be annoyed if I wake you?" Naruto shook his head and the raven eyed him, unsurely. Naruto would say it was okay now, but he knew how pissed off Naruto could be when his sleep was interrupted. "No thanks. It wouldn't be the same as you being there. I'd rather go fuck up Itachi's sleep. He's less scary."
Naruto frowned, not sure how to feel about Menma preferring Itachi's company. "I was trying to be nice." Alright, he was kind of jealous. And the fact that Menma simply went back to his phone pissed him off even more. He crawled over and wrapped his arms around Menma's head, bringing him close to his chest and the teenager tried to wiggle free.
"What the hell, Naru-nii!" Menma yelled, unable to use his phone in the position they were in.
Naruto blushed slightly, wrestling to keep the raven still. "We're going to sleep. You like cuddling when you're tired, my Róka." He would have to call Sasuke in the morning.
"Don't call me that, and I'm not even tired yet!" Menma muffled into his chest, glaring.
"Yes you are, Menma!"
Sasuke went to answer the door after the bell rang and opened it to witness Daisuke standing beside Suigetsu with his eyes down and head low. An eyebrow arching in concern, he moved aside to let them in.
"I know we're back a little later than I said, Sasuke. Sorry." Suigetsu said as the man closed the door behind them and Daisuke quickly took off his shoes at the genkan before running off upstairs. Suigetsu sighed, bending down to remove his own shoes.
"Something happen?" Sasuke asked after seeing how Daisuke ran off and hadn't even greeted him.
"Yeah. I was going to talk to you," He turned to the man, his tone serious. "Dai-chan got himself in a little trouble today."
Sasuke waited for him to further elaborate, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Can I get something to drink first? I'm thirsty as hell," Suigetsu turned around and walked further into the house, going into the kitchen and soon Sasuke entered as well. Suigetsu went to the fridge and opened it before he grabbed himself a bottle of water out of it, twisting off the cap and took a sip. Then he began speaking, "So the reason we're a little late is because Daisuke had a little incident with another student in his class. From what the instructor told me, there's this girl who is always talking during sessions and she's rather inappropriate with her conversations."
Sasuke pulled out a chair, taking a seat at the table, still unclear of what happened. He swore if someone did something to his kid, again, he was going to raise hell. "What happened, Suigetsu?" He asked demandingly, his eyes harshly narrowed.
Suigetsu nodded. "Alright, so basically with everything that's going on right now with your situation, parents talk. The girl in his class, she's about fourteen, and she was talking to another girl in that session about you," He watched as Sasuke's eyebrows rose.
"This other girl that she was talking to was saying how you're good-looking and she thought the fight was funny. Now, the girl that Daisuke had a problem with starts saying things that I guess told her mother, and Daisuke overheard this. ..She was saying that 'my mother said you're supposed to stay away from those types of men and that he doesn't take care of his kid' and–Just a bunch of bullshit like that. Now, I don't think she realized who Daisuke was or that he was even sitting in front of her. And Dai-chan told me, he tried, he tried really hard not to say anything, but she wouldn't stop talking about you." He witnessed Sasuke's face darken and decided it would be better to demonstrate. He walked over to the table and set his water down.
"Sasuke, Daisuke got in trouble because this happened. She kept talking about you and so he got up, turned around and," Suigetsu slammed his hands down on the table so hard the table shook and Sasuke eyes widened unexpectedly.
"Stop talking shit about my daddy before I punch you in the mouth! That's what he said! And then the girl goes onto to say something along the lines of beating him up and Daisuke jumped his little ass up on the desk and kicked the cup of juice that she had on her desk into her face, daring her to hit him. Of course she didn't, he's like six but long-story-short he can't go back for the next two weeks as punishment," Suigetsu finished, unable to help laughing because this was Daisuke and he was so small and so cute and it was kind of funny to imagine him ready to beat somebody's ass.
Sasuke looked baffled if anything. Wait, Daisuke had done this? His Daisuke?
Suigetsu sighed. "I did have a talk with him in the car. Told he can't go off like that, even if someone deserves it. He's really upset. But did you know his anger was that bad?" He questioned out of curiosity. "The instructor she was completely shocked. She said it was like a totally different child because Daisuke's such a sweetheart normally, and in a spilt second he was somebody else." He said with a sharp snap of his fingers.
"No. I have never seen or heard of Daisuke acting like that," Sasuke rubbed at the crease in his eyebrows, thinking to himself. Daisuke had had that fight at school, but that was the only real trouble he was in this year. But he had heard of this anger before, and it sounded like Naruto's tantrums as a child. Naruto had a terrible temperament when he was younger. He'd seen him flip tables, yell in other kids' faces, punch other kids' faces, and he even threw something at a teacher once. Hell, his temper was still kind of bad. It certainly was better than when he was a child, but still rough to handle. Sasuke sat there, feeling a tight pain in his chest. He got the feeling that this was something deep rooted. "I'll have a talk with him."
Suigetsu grabbed his bottle of water and nodded. "Right. You do that. I have to go. My Mother and I had plans for dinner and I'm running late, so have a good night." He patted Sasuke on the shoulder on his way out the kitchen and Sasuke reclined back in his chair, scrubbing his hands over his face. He didn't know what he was supposed to do about this.
Sasuke went into Daisuke's room after much thought to himself and flicked the room light on. The Uchiha eyed the lump in the sheets that Daisuke was clearly hiding himself under and walked around to the side of the bed his son was at. Daisuke was upset. He could tell by the silence of the room. "Daisuke," Sasuke took a seat beside the small body covered up and then grabbed the sheet, gently pulling it back to reveal his baby with an adorably red nose and big, watery eyes. They were a little puffy too, obviously from him crying. Sasuke's heart ached a bit. Daisuke shouldn't have to deal with any of this. "Suigetsu told me what happened today."
Daisuke swallowed difficultly and stayed silent, his gaze unapologetic.
Sasuke hardened his eyes, knowing that he had to be a parent more than anything at this moment. He understood why Daisuke got so upset, but still, he had to correct this behavior right now. "What you did, that was wrong. You realize that don't you?" He frowned half-heartedly.
"B-But, Daddy.. s-she was saying bad things about you," Daisuke half-mumbled, turning entirely onto his back and looking up at his father expectantly. He didn't want to get in trouble. His father would understand, right? "She said-"
Sasuke sucked his teeth and sighed. "Daisuke, I don't care what she said about me. You don't ever act violent or threatening towards a female. You should have ignored her because that was a girl and you're a boy. She doesn't know you and she doesn't know me, so whatever she wanted to say, let her, but you do not ever do that to a woman." His voice was serious and stern and eyes narrowed.
Daisuke's chest rose and he breathed with difficulty as his eyes faltered sadly. "B-But s-she said you don't take care of m-me and you do..." He whimpered, his lips trembling and his eyes welling with more tears before he used his hands to wipe them away, but they kept coming and his breathing became shaky. "She was being meeean and I t-tried really h-hard!" He began to sob uncontrollably, his cheeks flushing red with anguish. "D-Don't be mad at meee!"
"Daisuke...," Sasuke's harsh tone relented, his protective response immediate as he leaned down and strongly wrapped his arms his child. "It's fine, alright. I'm not angry with you, Daisuke." He whispered before he cursed softly under his breath, his eyebrows drawing in frustratingly. Daisuke didn't deserve to be pulled into this mess. His mess.
Daisuke buried his face in his father's shoulder blade, crying loudly. "I'm sorryyy! I didn't mean t-to!" He hugged his father tightly in return, his small hands clutching the back of the man's shirt. "I-I don't like when people talk b-bad about you, D-Daddy! I was.. I was trying to protect y-you!" He coughed, still crying with tears running down his face.
Sasuke tightened his embrace around Daisuke, closing his eyes gravely. "I know.. I know..." He felt his jaw clench regrettably, guilt bottoming in the pit of his stomach and he pressed his lips to Daisuke's forehead. It was his fault. Everything was his fault. Daisuke shouldn't have to protect him. He shouldn't have to deal with the mistakes he had made in the past. "You did good. You did so good." He murmured against his head strongly and the boy sniffled.
Daisuke was just a kid. His baby.
Kakashi was home from work after midnight and made his way down the hallway of the second floor to see if Naruto was still awake, and at least make sure he was doing okay. He and Iruka talked while he ate a late dinner at the kitchen table. Iruka told him about why Naruto had been feeling depressed, and about this morning.
He walked up to the Uzumaki's door and knocked, but didn't receive an answer for some time. He looked down at the knob and gave it a twist, finding that it was unlocked.
He quietly opened the door and his eyes fell onto the sight of Naruto and Menma asleep in bed with the television playing and the light on. His lips curved into a small smile and he strolled in. Their clothes seemed ruffled, as if they had been wrestling around, and he wouldn't be surprised if they had been.
Menma had his arm tucked under his head, facing away from Naruto and Naruto had his face buried in Menma's back with his arm around him and his leg thrown over Menma's hip, snuggling close to him. Kakashi went over and picked up the TV remote off the nightstand and turned the television volume down before putting the remote back down and then he flicked the light off on his way out.
Sometimes it seemed those boys hadn't gotten any older than five and ten years old.
The shower water raining down onto his body, Deidara scrubbed soap over himself with a washrag and then arched a curious eyebrow when his legs began to sting and looked down at them, the water running onto his feet and then into the drain of the shower floor.
His eyes widened when he noticed that the marks Itachi left on his skin were a lot more noticeable when his skin was clean. He hissed, brushing the wet curtain of long hair draping the side of his face out of his face with the back of his fingers and shakily stepped out from under the warm water.
Now that he was actually paying attention he realized the reason his legs were stinging when the soap ran down them. Itachi had not only left hickies but bite marks too, and they had broken through the skin. He blushed, cursing with a suck of his teeth. 'Did he seriously need to be so rough...,' He thought, putting his hand on the wall of the shower to keep himself up on his feet, his hair clinging to his skin. He dragged his fingers through the front of the long, golden locks, getting it out of his eyes and his steamy gaze narrowed as he reached low and tried his best to scrub over his legs, and as quickly as possible, but the sting became worse.
Again, Deidara hissed sharply, wincing. "Itachi! ...Ow, un! This shit hurts!" He yelled, dropping his washrag and getting down onto his knees, crawling over under the water.
Itachi was standing out on the balcony, his pants riding low of his hips and lean and muscular build shirtless. He breathed in the night air as his midnight eyes gazed over the exceptional view of the city when he heard his name called. He would think that it was the only name Deidara could remember after today. He smiled with amusement, leaning his arms on the balustrade. Today went uncalculated, but he couldn't help but ponder if everything worked out for the best. However, for some reason, there was strange feeling in his gut. He didn't understand it and the feeling wasn't good.
And then there was what happened earlier. He didn't know if he had seriously been that much out of it or if he indeed heard Menma's voice. He nearly stifled a chuckle while thinking back on what he heard in in the throes of his pleasure. He doubted Deidara even noticed because he was way out of it.
"Yeah, get it! Get it, 'Tachi! Hit it from the back! Hit it from the back!"
"–Shit!"
He was withdrawn from his thoughts when he heard his name screamed louder this time and turned to look over his shoulder through the living room, an eyebrow rising. There was the sound of a hard thud and he wondered Deidara was okay, not that he moved to see for himself.
Deidara whimpered painfully on the stairs before getting back on his shaky legs and rubbed his ass through the fabric of the robe he threw on, his body and hair still wet. "Ouch, it hurts!" He muttered with a huff, limping down the rest of steps and into the living room where he spotted Itachi out on the balcony through the double glass doors he usually kept closed and curtained beside the entertainment center. And he was looking right at him, with a handsome, but self-righteous smirk and it pissed Deidara off. "Yes. I'm fine, un. Thanks for asking, asshole." He irritably gritted out, holding onto the wall with trembling legs.
"I'm sorry, love. Would you like some help?" Itachi finally asked, eying him considerably.
Deidara pouted, lowering himself to his knees. "No." And yes, he pathetically began crawling across the floor until he made it out onto the balcony to join the Uchiha.
"Hn." Itachi watched him humorously, but stayed silent. It was cute how Deidara could barely walk, however, the blond did bring it on himself, teasing Itachi the way he did, and allowing him to do whatever he pleased. And Deidara did withhold sex from him for almost a month.
Deidara gathered the strength to stand on his feet and grabbed onto the balustrade, pulling himself up onto his feet and looked at the man with a harsh scowl. "Itachi, I'm pretty sure I told you not to leave marks, especially bite marks, un."
"And I'm sure you were told no fainting before the third round, but that went discarded." Itachi said, his voice smooth and taunting.
Deidara blushed furiously, his open mouth dropping open. "H-How is that even something I can control?! And I still lasted until the tenth time around–That's not even the damn point, un!" He sharpened his tone, gripping the bottom of the robe he wore and lifted it up, showing the Uchiha one of his bruised legs. "I have a shoot on Saturday, and this is not going to be healed by then. They can't cover this up, Itachi! It might scab too, un."
Itachi leaned back and looked over Deidara's marked leg, indifferent. "I'm sure they won't mind. They'll know who was responsible and I assure you will find a way to hide them, Deidara." He simply said, reaching over and brushing Deidara's long, wet hair aside and softly ran his fingers across the hickies littering the side of his lover's neck. He felt like he could go a couple more rounds at the sight of the marred skin. He bit his lower lip, still starving for the smaller, beautiful man.
Deidara almost immediately jerked away from the touch with a groan and roll of his eyes because he could sense the intent of the light caress. "Don't even think about it, Itachi." He was done. His ass fucking hurt and his stamina was dead at the moment. He didn't even get how Itachi was still in the mood. He knew he was gorgeous and Itachi was looking fine as hell himself with dark midnight eyes that still held that post-orgasm glaze to them, but damn. He needed a break, at least for the night.
Itachi paused, drawing his hand back. "I thought I could do as I desired?"
Deidara let the robe fall back over his leg, screwing his face up. "That don't mean however many times you desire. My fucking jaw has never felt so dislocated from sucking dick in my life," He rubbed at the side of his face and looked over Itachi who was looking back at him with an impassive stare. "I mean it, Itachi. I'm done for the night."
"You look very beautiful." Itachi suddenly said with a small smile forming on his perfectly full lips as he reached his hand over and stroked his finger under Deidara's chin.
Deidara looked out at the city view, pursing his mouth. He wasn't falling for it. He was not letting Itachi back on him. "Thank you."
"Your eyes are beautiful."
"Thank you, un." He smiled involuntarily, his cheeks turning red and his heart fluttering. Itachi just knew how use his words to make anyone swoon.
Itachi clasped Deidara's chin with his fingers and made him turn his face to him. "I want a kiss." He said rather demandingly.
"Itachi." Deidara said with firm warning in his tone, nearly giving into the man, especially when Itachi was speaking to him in that deep, sexy voice.
"I see," Itachi's eyes narrowed in disappointment and he released Deidara's chin. "If you would deny me a simple kiss then I must mean nothing to you."
Deidara's eyes widened at what Itachi said. He seriously just wanted a kiss. He eyed the raven's brooding expression and felt bad. Deidara licked over his bottom lip seductively, grabbing the man's bare arm and attempted to pull Itachi toward him. "I'm sorry, un."
"Hn," Itachi raised an eyebrow at him and frowned. "It's fine. I don't want it anymore."
"Itachi," Deidara pulled on his arm again, leaning up on the tips of his feet, even though it was straining on his legs.
Itachi sighed, witnessing the weak quivering in the blond's legs and gave in, lowering his face to Deidara's and captured his mouth in a momentary kiss before pulling back. "Thank you. That is all I wanted."
Deidara blushed, standing back on his feet normally. "Well I know your tricks to get back on me again, so it's hard to know when you just want something simple, un."
Itachi shrugged a bare shoulder, returning his vision back to the bustling city of Tokyo. It was silent between them for some time and they both just gazed at the overview of building lights that illuminated the midnight sky and the breeze swept over them. It felt good.
Deidara smiled. This reminded him of all those times back in high school when he and Itachi used to chill out on the school rooftop and just sit back in silence. They got high off of pot often, but it had been calming and they were both dealing with shit back then.
The wind lacing through his long, cascading hair, Itachi closed his eyes. He liked to breathe sometimes. It was relaxing. It cleared his mind when he was stressed and conflicted at times. Itachi's crossed arms leaning on the balustrade, his ears twitched when he heard Deidara say,
"I forgive you."
Itachi looked over at him, questionably. "For?"
Deidara felt his cheeks heat up and half-muttered, "For hiding what you were doing with that kid behind my back." Of course he was referring to Menma, even though he felt immature for finally admitting it.
"Hn. Was that why you were so spiteful?" Itachi's eyebrows rose, surprisingly. "I thought we were past that, Deidara."
Deidara breathed out, running his fingers through his cold and damp hair. "You know, Itachi, the whole reason behind me allowing you..." He glanced over at the man, sensing his darkening stare at his choice of wording and swallowed nervously. "Suggesting that you could have sex with other people was so I would at least know about it and I wouldn't be hurt, un. When I found out what you did with that kid I... I thought you didn't tell me because he was something special to you. I thought I lost you, un."
Itachi narrowed his eyes at the blond for a moment as everything started making sense and then he recalled what Menma said to him not too long ago.
A smile simply stretched across Menma's face and he pulled his feet up on the chair, his knees to his chest. "Just really think. He told you that you could sleep around with other people, leaving me to believe that he didn't trust you to be faithful from the beginning."
Itachi felt his jaw clenched, realizing that clearly Deidara hadn't trusted him from the beginning. The brat had been right. Still, he wanted to hear the words exactly from Deidara's mouth. "Were you so sure that I would hurt you even before you suggested it?"
Deidara breathed a hollow laugh, turning his eyes to the streets below. "You like sex, Itachi."
Itachi's eyes darkened. "And you think that means I'll dispose of you for simply that. My loyalty lies not with whom I'm having sex with, Deidara, but with whom I care for the most. I admit it may have been a bit selfish, but you did give me permission." Itachi stated coldly, his voice brutal. He didn't understand why Deidara even asked him to be with him in the beginning if he didn't trust him that much.
"Yeah, I know, un. That's why I apologize and I forgive you. I won't bring it up or throw it in your face anymore because it's stupid." Deidara mumbled, looking up and over at Itachi. The Uchiha turned fully to him, looking pissed off. "You'll forgive me too, right?"
Itachi parted his lips and hesitated to respond for a moment, slightly irritated. It kind of stung that Deidara didn't trust him even before their relationship started. He should know him a lot better than that. Yes, he may have been a certain way when he was single, but to think that Deidara judged him on that was perplexing. And yet, with how he knew Deidara was in his past relationships he had never thought negative of him. But maybe this was a new step in their relationship. They aired everything out so didn't that mean they would run smoothly this time around? Or at least that was his hope. He looked into awaiting blue eyes and put his hand out to his lover meaningfully. "I'm willing to give this another go if you are."
Deidara smiled a bit, putting his hand in the Uchiha's and grasped it tight. "Start fresh, clean slate."
Itachi spotted the red bruise around Deidara's wrist and it looked painful. Maybe he had been too rough with him. It had obviously happened from the handcuffs. He brought Deidara's hand to his mouth, his lips trailing over it before he moved his mouth lower and pressed his lips to the reddened skin marring his wrist. "I'll cherish you the best I know how, Deidara." He said against his skin, his gaze dark, but sincere.
Deidara blushed hard, his heart feeling like it had stopped in his chest and he found it difficult to breathe. "Y-Yeah. Me too, un."
to be continued...
A/N: Yes, ItaDei is solved (for now) and I finally I can do some SasuNaru smut. The SasuNaru smut was originally supposed be this chapter but since I had to split it into two parts it didn't work out that way. So next chapter be prepared for a SasuNaru overload and more Daisuke. :) I just adore how protective he is of Sasuke, and Menma being protective over Itachi without meaning to be was... *sigh.* I wonder if Deidara can keep his promise "start fresh, clean slate."