A/N: For anyone still reading this, sorry this is late but I have an excuse for it! You see, I had last weekend off for prom, and before prom I was working six days in a row, that left me this week to write, and I still had to work Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday and Today. So… Um, Gomen!

Warnings: AU, kind of shotacon-ish, Naruto will be 17, Izumo will be 22, Izumo may be a bit OOC. They don't show enough of him, so I only know he's kind of mischievous, happy and to my knowledge has no internal angst.

Pairing: Izumo/Naru

Summary: Izumo is a struggling art student, he goes to visit his aunt and finds the perfect model in her adopted son, the little brat who he used to baby-sit, Naruto.

Genre: Romance, Humor

Rating: M 15

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Izumo sighed as he lugged his suitcase behind him, march break, reading week, whatever you wanted to call it, all it meant to him was that he had to spend a week, a week with his aunt and her adopted stupid, annoying, infuriating, irritating-

"Izumo! How is my favorite nephew doing?" His aunt, Tsunade, asked as she threw the door open, Izumo sweatdropped a little, wondering vaguely if his aunt had drunken a little sake before his arrival, he really wouldn't put it past her.

"Hey aunt Tsunade, where's the little brat?" Izumo asked as he ruffled his chin length brown hair, black eyes scanning the inside of the house as he stepped inside, he had been on the receiving end of Naruto's pranks to many times to feel completely secure when entering the lair of the little annyiong-

"Naruto's changed a lot, not that you'd know, with how little you visit." Tsunade said and Izumo could feel her hazel eyes glaring at him, but he was to busy dragging his stuff up the stairs to care, his aunt was always touchy-feely if he didn't visit for a awhile, but he'd just never had time once he started collage, so he hadn't visited in what, three years? Not even, it wasn't that bad.

Tsunade huffed as Izumo lead himself to the guestroom, tapping her foot on her hardwood floors, this night was going to be hectic, and the week, ooohhh, this week was going to be horrible, for Izumo anyways, he was going to be spending the whole week alone with Naruto, not that either of them knew that yet. 'I suppose there's no time better than the present to tell him.' She thought to herself as she walked up the stairs, turning to the first room on the right.

"Hey Izumo." She called from the doorway and heard a muffled grunt in reply, she continued. "Naruto's over at a friend's, he'll be back by noon tomorrow, and I'll be leaving at two o' clock sharp on business, I'll be back on your final day here-"

Izumo blocked out the rest of what his aunt was saying, he was going to spend a week alone with the little brat? It was like he was babysitting him all over again!

Flashback

16 year old Izumo was lounging around on the couch, reading The Stone Angel for his English class, unaware of the little blonde slowly creeping up behind him, clutching several ice cubes in his small hands., Izumo didn't notice the back of his collar being lifted, but he did notice the freezing sensation as it struck his warm skin.

"NARUTO!"

End Flashback

Izumo had woken up late in the day and stayed in bed, glaring at his blank 15" by 20" canvas that he had set up last night, his final project, the project that would decide his fate, or at least his mark, and what did he have to paint? Well, the professor only gave them all one word, one word that was supposed to tell them what to paint, and that word was 'beauty'. The project had been assigned a month ago and Izumo knew that some of his other classmates had finished, or at least started the project. But his mind was completely blank.

He laid in bed, thoughts running in and out of his mind a lot like how water ran through a stream, until he heard the loud slamming of a door and a, "HELLO TSUNADE!" from downstairs, which signaled it was noon, or around that, and that Naruto was home. With a sigh Izumo managed to crawl out of bad and made his way down the stairs in his 'pajamas', which consisted of a pair of navy blue boxers… And that's it.

'Hmmm, I wonder what's for breakfast today?' Izumo thought to himself, stretching his arms over his head. 'Maybe some toast, or some waffles or-' Izumo's thoughts were cut short when he heard a cry of. "Izumo!" And he was glomped, which sent both him and his assailant hurtling towards the floor, Izumo bearing the brunt of the 'brutal attack' as he landed painfully on his back. He opened his eyes to glare up and snap at the person who was currently clinging to his side, but he stopped short.

Blue, so blue, had the brat's eyes always been that shade? And had his hair always been that windswept and unkempt, had his grin always been that mischievous and adorable? Izumo knew in his mind that yes, Naruto had indeed always looked like that, but for some reason the boy just seemed so- 'Grown up.' His mind supplied for him as he fought the blush forming on his face. 'He's just grown up now, honestly, the last time you saw the kid he hadn't even hit puberty yet.'

"Izumo? Izumo are you even listening to me?" Naruto pouted and Izumo inwardly admitted that it made the boy look cute, his lower lip jutting out just enough to make him want to capture it between his teeth and- 'Woah, going a little to far there.' Izumo shook his head, hoping to get rid of the thoughts clouding his mind.

"Hey kid, looks like you finally hit puberty, have you grown at all or are you still a shrimp?" Izumo asked lightheartedly, only realizing his mistake after Naruto glared at him and began making noises in his throat not unlike a growl.

It was never good to upset a boy who was probably better at setting up traps and pranks than Izumo was at drawing.

Tsunade had left at two o' clock, just like she said, and the house had been dangerously quiet ever since, it was now nine and other than cooking himself some ramen and eating it in his room, Naruto hadn't made a peep. This might worry some people a bit, since Naruto usually was so loud and well, annoying, but the silence absolutely terrified Izumo, because he knew better than anyone else that the silence ensured that Naruto was plotting something, and when Naruto did a prank, he went all out.

So it really came as no surprise that when Izumo woke up in the morning and found the words, 'Naruto is my master' written across his canvas in red paint, and written across his chest. He really didn't know how the boy could sneak into his room and write on his chest without waking him up, but Naruto was quiet when he had to be.

Izumo sighed with relief, it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be, but still, he could use this little prank to his advantage. With a grin he soundlessly strode out of his room, creeping along until he got to the door of Naruto's room. He opened it with a small creak, but it wasn't enough to wake the boy who was snoring away on the bed.

'I see he still has that beaver nightcap.' Izumo thought with a smile as he crept up to the boy and leaned in, whispering in the boy's ear. "Wake up Naru-chan, I have something to discuss with you." Quiet as Izumo might have been, Naruto woke up in an instant, Izumo was a pretty carefree, happy, laid back guy, but if Naruto got him angry enough…

"I think you owe me a bit more than just an apology this time Naruto, unless, of course, you want me to tell my aunt what really happened to her antique vase, or who hid away her gambling money, or what your marks in school were when you 'mysteriously' lost your report card."

Out came the blackmail material, and there was more, a lot more, leading Naruto to believe he should learn to cover his tracks better. "Okay Izumo, what do you want?"

Izumo could have asked for a lot of things at that moment, he could have made Naruto promise that he'd never play a prank on him again, could have had the boy vow to somehow publicly humiliate himself, could have had the boy kiss him, could have had Naruto pinned under him, moaning and writhing- okay, stop those thoughts. The point was, Izumo finally had Naruto where he wanted him.

"I want you to be my model." Naruto blinked a couple of times, mouth forming an 'o'. "What?" Izumo smirked. "You heard me, and I expect you to be ready but the time I'm done showering." He had to wash the paint off of his chest after all, and a cold shower would probably get rid of any 'problems' he might have gotten while his mind was running loose.

27 minutes later and Izumo decided that he loved his life, not only did he have the best idea for his 'beauty' project ever, but he got to order Naruto around, telling him to sit like this, or have your hand out like that, and he had found the perfect way for Naruto to be seated. One knee was drawn up to his chest while the other was tucked to his side, his body was facing away from him, but is face stared right at him, both of his hand rested on his propped up knee. Naruto looked like the innocence personified, of course, Izumo knew the boy better than that, but his teacher wouldn't.

In fact, the only downfall of the whole ordeal was the way Naruto kept complaining. This is taking too long, are you done yet, can I get some ramen, Izumo frowned and huffed every time Naruto asked a stupid question, but in his mind, he admitted it was cute.

It took two hours, but finally the basic sketch was done, for today, tomorrow he would finish it, and tomorrow, Naruto would have to be naked.

Izumo tried to convince himself that it was just because he didn't want to do any detailed clothing, he didn't want to see Naruto naked, he needed to see him naked, which sounded even worse when he thought it over, but who was he kidding, he had the hots for Naruto, his annoying adopted cousin.

"Okay kiddo, I'm done for today, so how about we go and get some lunch?" Within seconds Naruto was up and walking towards the door, his needed 'fix' of ramen evident on his face.

Izumo had a lot to think about that night as he gazed up at the bland white ceiling, things like, how exactly would he get Naruto naked? Why was he suddenly feeling an attraction towards the blonde? And, since Naruto was adopted, that made everything slightly better right? Running through his mind like an unstoppable whirlwind. 'I guess I'll just have to tell him that he can't wear any clothes.' Yeah, that was really going to work out just fine and dandy…

"WHAAAAT! AH! IZUMO WANTS TO SEE ME NAKEEEDDDD!"

Izumo sighed and ran a hand through his hair, annoyed at Naruto obvious over reaction, but slightly pleased at the faint blush running across Naruto's cheeks. 'He's so adorable.'

"You have to be my model, and I need to get a good look at your build, you just need to get in the same position as yesterday for ten minutes at the most-" "Naked!" "Oh come on, the way your sitting it's not like I'll be able to see anything." 'Unless I bribe you to show me.' "And it's not like you've got anything I haven't seen, I'm a male to, remember?"

Poor, sweet, innocent little Naruto seemed to believe him. 'Excellent.' Izumo began to evil cackle in his mind, but stopped after he noticed Naruto was giving him an odd look. "What?" "I just asked you to leave my room." 'Oops, time to cover my tracks.' "Sorry about that, I was just thinking of what colours I'd mix to get your skin tone." Izumo explained as he walked out of the room, heaving a sigh of relief as he closed the door behind him. 'That was close.' He strode into his room, setting up his easel and canvas, getting out his paints and brushes, visualizing what Naruto would look like if he began ravishing him as soon as he walked into the room.

His thoughts were interrupted by a timid knock. "Come in." Izumo held his breath as Naruto entered, wearing a light blue bathrobe, blushing a shade of red and Izumo new his classmates would kill to have bottled up as paint.

"Umm, could you turn around?" Izumo did, restraining the need to turn around as he heard the soft sound of the cloth dropping onto the hardwood floor, the supple sound of his bed yielding under the boy's slight weight, the slight groan of the springs as Naruto shifted into position, the muttered "I'm ready" that slipped out from between those soft, pliable lips. By the time Izumo had caught up with where his mind was headed and turned around, he used what little willpower he had to keep his eyes from wondering over Naruto's physique.

'Concentrate on sketching, concentrate on sketching.' Was the mantra going through his mind as he slowly reached for a pencil, carefully mapping out the body he wanted to reach out and memorize with his hands.

Naruto was getting impatient. "Izumooooo." He whined. "You said ten minutes, and it's been over twenty!" Izumo ignored him, he had to get the sketch to mirror the perfection laid out before him. Meanwhile, as each second passed by, said perfection was slowly getting more and more irritated, a scowl making its way onto his usually sweet face.

"Don't frown like that Naruto, you'll wrinkle before your time." "GAH!" Naruto quickly stood up, hands on his hips. "You're taking way too long! I'm not posing for you anymore, it's been twice as long as you said it would be!" "Good thing I finished before you got up." Izumo sighed happily, his eyes raking up and down Naruto's lithe body, happy that the boy seemed too preoccupied with angrily clenching his fists and muttering under his breath to care.

Izumo slept fitfully that night, constantly waking up believing that he was looking into sapphire eyes, or kissing soft lips. He needed to act, fast. He only had so much time before he'd have to leave for school, and then in a few mere months he'd be out, school completely finished. But in order for him to properly enjoy his summer vacation, he'd need someone to 'come home to.'

And that was why, the next day, without any warning at all, Izumo had swooped down to capture Naruto's lips. He was pleased to find them as soft as he thought they were. Sadly Naruto didn't find the kiss as charming as he'd hoped.

Naruto had broken away, eyes wide, mouth hanging open, luckily Izumo had prepared an excuse.

"It's the easiest way to shut someone up."

Sadly, Naruto hadn't been talking at all at the time, but it seemed that the blonde was too shocked to remember that rather important fact.

Izumo thanked his lucky stars for that.

The next day Izumo had dropped subtle hints, had his hands linger just a little too long to be normal when handing Naruto things, had smiled and leaned in a little to close when Naruto thanked him for something. But the blue eyed boy didn't seem to catch on as quickly as Izumo would have hoped. Which is why he decided that the next day, two days before he would have to leave again for school, that it was time to buckle down.

He had brought Naruto into his room to look at his now complete painting, telling Naruto that it was one of his most beautiful works. Naruto replied with a 'uh-huh'.

"Yes, although I must say, a lot of it has to do with the subject matter." Izumo cast a meaningful glance over at Naruto and the blonde looked back at him, eyebrows furrowing. "Izumo…" "Yes?" Naruto opened his mouth to speak up, but decided against it. "Never mind, it's nothing." But Izumo knew better, he'd just let Naruto get away without telling him what was wrong, for now.

Over lunch Izumo casually mentioned how tomorrow would be his last day until his summer vacation started up, and if could red people as well as he thought he could, Naruto was going to be sad to see him go.

After lunch Naruto had put on a movie for them to watch, Izumo used the entire span of an hour and forty minutes to move from one side of the couch to the other until he was right beside Naruto, then he casually threw back his arm and stretched. He saw Naruto give him a strange look out of the corner of his eyes, but he didn't say anything.

It had been at the end of the day, when Izumo was mentally berating himself for hardly doing anything when he heard Naruto timidly call his name, he turned around and asked what was wrong, his answer was a kiss on the cheek.

'Maybe Naruto did catch on.' Izumo stared at the spot Naruto had been ten seconds ago, Naruto had hugged him, glomped him and even on occasion ruffled his hair, but Naruto had never kissed his cheek before, so Izumo took it as a sign. 'I'll just ask him tomorrow if he has any sort of affection for me.'

But Tsunade had come home early. Izumo's entire last day was spent with his aunt, although his eyes always glanced around when he heard footsteps, but Naruto's form would never enter his sight.

So when he was finished saying goodbye to Naruto the next morning Izumo just decided to fuck the consequences, he pulled Naruto in for a kiss and told him.

"I'll be back once summer vacation starts, and I'll want to have a little chat with you once I'm back here." Naruto nodded, his face pink and as Izumo left his aunt's house he found himself wondering if Naruto had ever been in a relationship before, because as soon as the summer came along, Izumo was definitely going to charm his way further into Naruto's heart than he already seemed to be.

The last few months of school had been horribly boring, exams were dull and finishing up projects was a task Izumo did lazily, not compelled to do more than he had to.

When April finally rolled around Izumo was practically jumping off the walls, it was almost over it was almost over!

And then it was, that last day hit him like a tidal wave and then he was firmly pulled out into the calmness of the ocean.

In other words he skipped the last day and immediately made his way over to Tsunade's house, arriving there just before 3:00, Naruto would be home any minute and Tsunade wasn't anywhere to be seen. She must have been at work.

Marvelous.

Izumo paced around nervously for the first five minutes, then sat down and twiddled his thumbs, Naruto must have been walking excruciatingly slow today.

What seemed like eons later Izumo heard the door open, feet shuffle in, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Naruto walk past him, an amused grin spread over his lips as Naruto paused, walked backwards a few paces, and slowly turned to face him.

"IZUMO!" Suddenly there was lapful of blonde boy glomping onto his midsection, speaking at a horribly fast pace, Izumo could hardly make out what he was saying.

"whyareyouheresoearlyshouldn'tyoustillbeinschoolI'msohappythatyoucamebackthoughcauseIwasget-" "Shhh. Naruto I can hardly make out what you're saying." Blue eyes widened and Naruto went back to hugging the life out of him. Izumo shifted uncomfortably, Naruto wasn't exactly seven anymore and his legs were beginning to go numb.

"I really missed you Izumo." Naruto whispered and Izumo practically melted.

"I missed you too Naruto." Their faces were slowly drawing together, neither of them doing anything to stop the inevitable kiss. Their lips met in a soft collision, sliding together roughly as the kiss deepened.

They broke apart, gasping for breath, blue eyes meeting black, serene smiles spreading over their lips.

"Naruto, I love you." Naruto leaned in and kissed Izumo's cheek. "I love you too."

Their lips met again, passion soaring though their bodies as they entered their somewhat forbidden romance.

Oh, and Izumo got an A+ on his final project because his fangirl of a teacher thought that Naruto was the sweetest, most adorable looking boy she'd ever seen in her life.

And Izumo couldn't help but agree with her.