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Chapter 1: Their Relationship

Itachi bobbed his head to the music blasting through his car's stereo as he cruised down the highway. He smiled enjoying the wind in his hair, the smooth ride as the luxurious sports car sped through the streets. After a while, he pulled to an easy stop in front of the familiar bakery. He turned down the music, pushed down on the horn and it loudly announced his arrival to the person waiting for him inside.

Kyuubi walked outside, his lean figure clad in a fitted white top and dark denim jeans. He was pretty, though he'd like to think he was more handsome. His soft feminine features and long flowing red hair reduced his pride as a man each time he looked in the mirror.

Itachi revved the loud engine of his brand new toy as he approached and Kyuubi rolled his eyes as he slid into the front seat. From time to time, Itachi liked to show off his new toys. He quickly fastened on his seat belt before he turned and greeted the handsome face he's had the pleasure of calling his boyfriend for the past two years.

"You could come in once in a while to greet my parents," Kyuubi said. "You know, just to show you have basic manners."

"How was your day?" Itachi asked him.

Kyuubi rolled his jaw around, a habit he did when annoyed. "Just fine. How was yours?"

Itachi suddenly frowned as he looked Kyuubi up and down. He reached behind him to the back seat, grabbed hold of his jacket before he harshly threw it at his unsuspecting boyfriend.

''What did I tell you about dressing like a fucking whore around me? I want you to listen when I tell you something, you understand me?" He stepped on the gas, speeding down the street.

Kyuubi said nothing. It didn't take much to get Itachi upset these days. But this is something they've been fighting over since the beginning of their relationship. It was ridiculous. Itachi genuinely believing he could tell him how to act and how to dress. Kyuubi made it clear Itachi had no right telling him what he could and could not do with his own body simply because he was his boyfriend. The sooner Itachi understood that, the sooner they'll stop having fights over such trivial matters.

"You really need to stop talking to me like I'm one of your maids." Kyuubi rolled his eyes. "Get over yourself."

Itachi kept his eyes on the road. He suddenly came to an abrupt stop which caused Kyuubi's body to jerk forward and slam his head against the dashboard.

"Ow…" Kyuubi held the side of his head. He turned and watched as the corners of Itachi's mouth turned up into a smirk then a loud laugh as he looked over at him.

"You fucking deserved that.""

''I deserved what? I didn't fucking do anything!" Kyuubi roughly reached over and pushed the side of Itachi's head but that only made the insufferable man laugh louder. "Everything's a fucking joke."

"Relax."

Kyuubi shook his head, scoffed in disbelief. "I fucking hate you."

Itachi took the comment lightheartedly even though deep down, he knew Kyuubi really did mean it. He said it often enough for it to be true. Itachi couldn't blame him. At the end, it really didn't matter too much to him. Kyuubi was still with him, still dealing with all that was wrong with him. Deep down, underneath the knew there was love. He was angry now, but sooner or later, Kyuubi would get over it. He always did.

The rest of the ride was quiet. Itachi pulled up to his house, the mansion massive on the large stone plot. Kyuubi quickly got out of the car, slammed the door shut, showed Itachi his earlier antic wasn't so easily forgiven, joke or not.

Itachi sighed as he followed him into the house. In the living room, he ducked just in time to avoid the object thrown at him.

"Don't you ever fucking do that shit to me again!" Kyuubi was fuming with rage.

"It was a fucking joke!"

"It wasn't funny!"

"You're right, it wasn't funny. It was fucking hilarious!" Itachi rushed over and grabbed the lamp before Kyuubi could throw it at him, and he frowned when he was roughly pushed away.

"You think everything is a fucking joke." Kyuubi's voice almost broke.

Itachi gently lowered the lamp back in its place. "You're seriously going to cry over this?"

"Fucking asshole." Kyuubi wiped the single tear from his face.

Itachi clenched his jaw. Those words again. He took a step forward and again he was pushed back. He managed to catch Kyuubi's arm, pulled him close to his chest and held him tight until Kyuubi was done thrashing. When he's calm, Itachi stepped back and looked him in his vibrant green eyes now coated with tears. He cupped the side of Kyuubi's face and he wiped away the falling tears.

"I'm sorry, okay?"

Kyuubi shook his head. "No, you're not."

"I am." Itachi leaned down and kissed him. "I am," he said again and this time, the sincerity could be heard in his voice.

Kyuubi swung his arms around him and Itachi easily lifted him into his arms as though he weighed nothing. "Take me upstairs."

And Itachi did just that, carried him all the way up the long spiral staircase. On their way up, they meet one of Itachi's housemaids. Her name was Hinata. Kyuubi greeted her with a smile and she returned the gesture.

"Hey, I was just coming down to greet you two," Hinata said in her soft voice. "There was something I wanted to discuss with you, Kyuubi."

"Discuss it later, Hinata," Itachi said, his tone dismissive.

When they reached the top, Itachi shifted Kyuubi in his arms, allowing Kyuubi's legs to wrap around his waist.

"You talk too much you know that?"

"So do you," Kyuubi mumbled, running his fingers through Itachi's soft hair.

Itachi swung his bedroom door open and closing it, turned and pressed Kyuubi against it. They kissed, their mouths moving feverishly in passion and desperation. Itachi effortlessly carried Kyuubi farther into the room and laid him on the bed.

Kyuubi began to undress, shuffling out of his tight jeans that now felt even tighter. He watched as Itachi hurriedly tugged off his own oversized shirt. Itachi walked around the bed to his nightstand, quickly rummaging through a drawer before he turned around with a strew of curse words.

"What's wrong?" Kyuubi asked him.

"I forgot to buy more condoms." Itachi said with a playful laugh.

Kyuubi groaned. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah, I'm serious. Fuck." He ran his hands though his hair. "Why do we even need condoms in the first place?" Itachi argued, growing increasingly annoyed with the matter.

"You know why."

"Wait, hold on." Itachi walked over to his closet, searching through it for a while before he walked out with a box in his hand. He stuck out his tongue as he shook the box of unopened condoms, teasing Kyuubi who laughed from the bed.

"Where did you even find that?"

Itachi chuckled. "Are we lucky or what?"

Kyuubi moved forward so he sat at the edge of the bed. He waited for Itachi to come to him. When Itachi stood in front of him, Kyuubi reached out his hand and began unbuckling Itachi's dark jeans. He lowered them down to reveal Itachi's prominent bulge in his black Calvin Klein boxers. Kyuubi leaned forward, his soft lips trailing wet kisses down Itachi's toned torso as his hand teasingly ran over the elastic top of Itachi's boxers.

"You're so beautiful," Itachi whispered. He stared lustfully down at his lover.

He grew impatient, biting the side of his lip when Kyuubi finally freed him from the restraint of his boxers. He lifted up his head, staring up at the ceiling and closing his eyes in bliss at the indescribable feeling of Kyuubi's wet, warm mouth engulfing him. The feeling was sensational. All he could think about was just how fucking good it felt.

"Fuck, that feels so good."

Itachi looked down, studying the enticing motion of Kyuubi's head moving back and forth. His fingers delved into Kyuubi's hair, eagerly releasing the long strands from the hair tie. The hair flowed down like a curtain and Itachi gripped it tightly, wrapping it around his fist as he aided Kyuubi to a rhythm he preferred.

"Mm…" Itachi moaned, allowing himself to be fully indulged.

Each time Kyuubi gave him a blowjob, it got better and better. By now, Kyuubi was aware of the little things that just drove him crazy, pushed him over the edge. When Kyuubi cupped his balls, Itachi had to pull Kyuubi's head back, a laugh escaping him as he smiled blissfully.

"Stop."

"Why?" Kyuubi asked him as he wiped the corners of his lips.

Itachi chuckled. "If you keep doing that, I'm going to cum." He leaned down and kissed Kyuubi on the lips.

itachi grabbed the condom and tearing it with his teeth slid it on. "Lie down." He grinned when Kyuubi got on all fours. "You wanna do that position first? It's gonna hurt."

"I can take it."

"Not sure it's your best bet saying that to me right now." He got on the bed and positioned himself only to be startled when Kyuubi suddenly yelled at him to stop. "What?"

"You forgot the lube."

Itachi leaned to the side so he could see Kyuubi's face. "I thought you said you could take it?"

"Get the lube, Itachi."

Itachi groaned as he pulled himself off the bed. A loud smack echoed through the room, followed by Kyuubi's pained cry.

"Ow! What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Sorry, that was harder than intended." Itachi squirted the cold gel into his palm, coating himself with a generous amount before he repositioned himself behind Kyuubi. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss on the small of Kyuubi's back.

"Ready?" he asked.

Kyuubi took in a deep breath. "Yeah." He closed his eyes when he felt Itachi's hand grip the sides of his waist. He was suddenly jerked forward when Itachi slowly eased himself in. Kyuubi grimaced, instantly feeling the pain. His breathing shuddered as he choked out a pained sound.

"You want me to stop?" Itachi asked, genuinely concerned.

"Yeah, just for a bit."

Itachi leaned over, gently littering soft kisses on the back of Kyuubi's neck. He was patient and when Kyuubi gave him the okay, he inched deeper inside, groaning deeply at the warmth and tightness of his lover. Beneath him, Kyuubi gripped the sheets, squeezing his eyes shut when Itachi began thrusting deeper. The pain slowly subsided, transforming into a sensation that has Kyuubi arching his back.

He buried his face in the sheets to muffle his moans.

Itachi kept himself busy, his hips moving back and forth with experience that speaks for itself judging from the soft moans filling the room. He moved with intent, soft thrusts gradually becoming wilder and faster, rougher and harder.

Kyuubi winced when the hold on his hips grew increasingly tighter and the dull nails dig deeper.

"Ow. Itachi."

"Fuck, you feel so good, baby." Itachi breathed out in a rasp.

He pulled himself out and in a quick motion, swiftly had Kyuubi turned around on his back. He settled between his long legs, eagerly sliding himself back in with an audible loud groan. His dark hair rained down on Kyuubi's face, the soft strands ticklish against the soft skin.

This moment between them, it felt raw and dirty, but at the same time, soft and passionate.

Kyuubi's dull nails clawed at the muscles on Itachi's back. With his back arching up, he stared deeply into Itachi's brown eyes. His legs wrapped and locked behind Itachi's hips, his arms clinging desperately onto the man hovering above him. It was just sex but it was during times like these that Kyuubi felt closest to Itachi.

"I love you," Kyuubi whispered tenderly.

Itachi breathed out a soft laugh. "Don't get all soft on me, not while I'm still hard."

Kyuubi smiled and repeated the words, softer if possible. "I love you."

Itachi stopped moving. He leaned down, softly kissing Kyuubi's lips. "I love you, too."

And then he started moving, with caution, intention, with movements that rocked the bed and had the man beneath him biting the back of his hand to keep from screaming out. It wasn't long until Itachi's controlled movements grew erratic and frantic.

"Shit." Itachi hissed, biting the bottom of his lip when his body grew hard and every fiber of muscle in his body tensed.

With his last thrusts he convulsed, breathing hard and muttering soft curses as he came down from his high. He gazed down at his boyfriend.

"You have no idea how good you feel."

"I think I've got a pretty good idea." Kyuubi brushed his hair from his face.

"You're so beautiful. I don't know what I'll do if I lose you."

"Then treat me better. Not just when I'm under you."

"I will," Itachi said with affirmation. "Every minute of the day, I'll show you just how much you mean to me."

Itachi pulled himself out with a strained sigh. He slid off the condom, inspecting it only to laugh when he spotted something unusual.

"What?"

"I see why I never used this set. It broke."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah." Itachi moved over to lie down beside Kyuubi. "Like I said, why do we even bother, hm?"

"For safety."

Kyuubi turned on his side and moved his body to lie over Itachi's, his chin on Itachi's toned chest, his finger tracing over the soft skin.

"We're both safe though. We're a couple, it's just the two of us." Itachi pressed a soft kiss on Kyuubi's head.

Kyuubi frowned. "But there's been others."

Itachi's jaw tensed. "A few mistakes I thought we've put past us."

"We have."

"So why do you keep bringing it up?"

"I'm not." Kyuubi sat up when Itachi gently pushed him off. "No, don't get angry."

Itachi quickly shuffled on his jeans and grabbed his shirt from off the floor. "Seriously, sometimes you need to shut the fuck up."

"Where are you going?" Kyuubi wrapped the sheets around his naked body. "Itachi, I didn't mean anything by it. I was just-"

"I'm going for a drive," Itachi said. He grabbed his phone and keys from the stand. "Maybe by the time I get back, my boyfriend would have a little more faith in me."

"Itachi, I do."

"Oh, and maybe you should get tested. Since you're so concerned I might give you something."

"I never said that." Kyuubi grimaced when the door slammed shut.

He fell back on the bed, his hands running through his hair as he looked up at the ceiling. So much for his plans of a romantic bath and a nice movie to end the night.

"Why is it always my fault?"

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Chapter 2 posted soon. Please Review!