Chapter 6: Family Wealth Coupled With Insecurities and Gifts

Things had finally seemed to settle down between them. Itachi decided he wanted breakfast in the city, a nice date before Kyuubi returned back home tomorrow. It was also a good excuse to get out of the house for some well needed fresh air.

The scenery in the open restaurant was soothing. It had a clear roof that gave its diners a nice view of the clear sky. It was also a nature themed setting with vast arrays of flowers and plants scattered around the perimeters. It was one of the couple's favorite dining spots, a place that held good memories.

Kyuubi finished the last bite of his pancakes. He looked across the table to see a long faced Itachi lost in thought with his food barely touched. The man had taken only a few bites before ultimately deciding to just settle for his large cup of black coffee.

"Is the food not good?" Kyuubi asked.

Itachi sipped his coffee. "Not that hungry."

"Okay, give it here. I'll gladly take it off your hands."

Kyuubi took a bite out of the warm toast. Suddenly, looking at Itachi, he asked. "What do you love most in the world?" It was an attempt to get Itachi talking.

Itachi raised a brow at him. "What?"

"What's something you love most in the world?"

"You want me to say you?"

"I want you to be honest."

Itachi gave him a bored look. "Find a better topic for conversation."

Frustrated, Kyuubi threw a piece of the toast at the insufferable man before him. "Why are you being so difficult?"

"You're asking me a dumb question. What the fuck do you want me to say?"

"I want you to answer a simple question without turning it into an argument." Kyuubi sighed. "We can't even have normal conversations anymore."

Itachi erupted into a laugh. "That's normal?"

"What would you rather talk about? Business and the stock market? Is that normal for you?"

"Better than the childish dumb question you just asked." Itachi placed his cup down after he took his last sip of coffee. "But, if you really want to know, I guess it's my father's Rolex."

"See, was that so hard?" Kyuubi rolled his eyes. "Now, ask me the question back."

Itachi brought his arms up and folded them behind his head as he leaned back in his chair. He continued to stare at Kyuubi, a look that showed he had no intention of repeating the question until Kyuubi got the message.

"Fine, you don't care about me. I get it."

"What's something you love about me?" Itachi asked suddenly, shocking Kyuubi who stared at him as if he'd grown another head.

Kyuubi glanced down at his half eaten plate as he thought of an answer. "I love how charitable you are," he said.

"You think I'm charitable?" Itachi asked with a straight face.

Kyuubi nodded. "You help people where your money can. I love that about you."

Itachi brought his arms down as he sat up straight. "That's interesting."

Kyuubi could tell Itachi was disappointed by his answer or he had expected a different answer. He could see by the way Itachi avoided his eyes.

"What about me?" he said. "What's something you love about me?"

Kyuubi felt Itachi's eyes run over him as if looking at him for the first time. He felt Itachi's gaze study him like he was under a microscope and suddenly he felt naked, vulnerable. He's not sure he's ready for the answer he'd receive and at the same time he's anticipating it.

"That mouth of yours does amazing things."

Kyuubi hated the eager smile that spread on his face and even more, he hated the smug smirk that Itachi was sporting.

"Can you be serious, please?"

"Who said I'm not being serious?"

Kyuubi can't remember the last time he blushed this hard. He can barely maintain eye contact with Itachi and the cocky grin on his face wasn't helping either.

"Alright, whatever. If that's your answer."

"I love that you love me," Itachi said, suddenly very serious. "It's just that simple."

Kyuubi looked up and again saw that same intense gaze that made him feel like he was some object being analyzed. Suddenly, a question dawned on him. A question he's been wanting to ask Itachi for a while but have been too afraid to ask. They were in public and he figured if anytime was the right time to ask, it would be at a place where even if Itachi got angry, he would have better control of himself if in front of other people.

"Why do you always want sex when you're upset?"

Itachi stifled his laugh. "What?"

Kyuubi toyed nervously with the food on his plate. "I just, I've noticed when you're angry, you get violent. But then when you're sad or upset, you want sex. Have you noticed that about yourself?"

"You think I fucked you this morning because I was sad?"

"I think you fucked me this morning to hide your emotions. To distract yourself and get back some kind of control."

Itachi chuckled. "And you think that's why I fuck you?"

"Don't make me out like I don't know what I'm talking about. I'm just trying to understand you so I can help you."

Itachi pushed his chair back. "You want to help me. Don't talk about things you don't understand." He stood up. "Come on, lets go."

Itachi was already walking past the table, heading for the exit. Kyuubi stared at the money left on the table which was way more than their meal total. Itachi always gave a generous tip, one way in which he was charitable. Kyuubi sighed as he got up and quietly went after his boyfriend.

—

Outside on the sidewalk, Kyuubi was surprised when Itachi grabbed his hand and intertwined their fingers. They walked down the sidewalk hand in hand. Itachi suddenly broke away to go to a luxurious store where he had an order to pick up. Kyuubi took the opportunity to go to the pharmacy not too far away to pick up the prescription Deidara had written him.

Itachi stood waiting by his car for quite a while. He looked down at his watch and when he looked up, he saw Kyuubi walking towards him.

"Where were you?" He opened the door and slid inside the driver's seat.

Kyuubi did the same, answering Itachi when he placed the small bag between his legs and tugged on his seatbelt. "Had to pick up a few things at the pharmacy."

"Did you get condoms?" Itachi strapped on his seatbelt.

"Yeah," Kyuubi replied.

He turned around to place the bag on the backseat. His eyes lit up seeing the beautiful bouquet of roses placed on the seat next to a small gift bag.

"Itachi, you got me flowers?"

"It's not for you."

"Who's it for?"

"Not you."

"Why are you being annoying?" Kyuubi rolled his eyes. "Tell me."

"No."

Kyuubi turned to him. "Where are we going now?"

Itachi tore his eyes from the road for a second to look at Kyuubi. "Taking a little field trip to Sharingan's factory."

"Really?"

"Yeah, baby."

"Special occasion?" Kyuubi asked, excited.

"Something like that."

—

When they arrived at the factory, Kyuubi was mind blown by the size of it. A large plot of land stretching miles with a large parking lot filled with eccentric sport cars. Kyuubi couldn't believe his eyes. But what really did it for him was seeing the large red printed letters of 'SHARIGAN' at the top of the massive building.

"This is really yours?" he asked.

Itachi grabbed a hold of Kyuubi's hand as they walked towards the building. "My grandfather's."

"Which makes it partially yours."

Itachi chuckled as he looked down at his boyfriend. "Yes."

"I can't even comprehend this level of wealth. That's a shit ton of money."

"Yes," he said smugly.

As they entered the building, the bright lights and sharp sounds of machines welcomed them. Kyuubi felt like he was a kid on a field trip as Itachi led him through the large space. It was overwhelming, machines scattered all around along with the engineers operating them.

"Itachi, my man! Long time, no see."

Kyuubi looked away from a car model half way built to see a handsome man approaching them. The man removed his goggles, dressed in an all white jumpsuit dirtied and stained with paint. Kyuubi silently watched as the man happily embraced Itachi.

"Kyuubi, this is Shisui," Itachi said. "He's the man in charge of all of this."

"Only when the real boss isn't around," Shisui said with a laugh. He extended his hand out to Kyuubi in a firm handshake. "Nice to meet you."

"Likewise." Kyuubi returned his eyes back to Itachi as to not have another false accusation of unfaithfulness thrown his way because he stared at a handsome man for too long.

"Kagami isn't here then?" Itachi asked.

Shisui sighed tiredly. "No, he's closing out some deals with some contractors at a few of our newer warehouses. I spoke to him yesterday. I think he mentioned something about coming back either tomorrow or the day after. I'm not really sure." He placed his hands on his hips. "But, have you reached out to him?"

"I have. He must be very busy because I haven't heard back from him."

Shisui nodded. "Yeah, that must be the case." He loudly clapped his hands. "So, here for your pickup?"

"Yes, but one thing. My car's engine has been acting up," Itachi explained. "Take a look at it for me. It's parked right outside." He threw him the keys.

Shisui gestured behind him to one of the workers. "Kai, bring Itachi's car in for a maintenance."

The worker caught the keys and rushed out the warehouse. Shisui was eager to introduce Itachi's latest toy and was practically skipping in his steps as he brought the couple around to the back. In the back of the factory was a long and vast race track circling a large field of land.

Kyuubi's eyes lit up seeing the extravagant white coated sports car with an all red, leather interior. The closer they got, the more eye catching the vehicle became. It wasn't just lavish, Kyuubi could tell it was of the highest quality. The kind of cars he would've never thought he would get a chance to see in real life.

"You've out done yourself, Shisui."

Kyuubi was in awe, unconsciously grabbing onto Itachi's arm as he studied the car.

"You like it?" Itachi asked him.

"That's an understatement." Kyuubi chuckled. "What model is it?"

Itachi gave Shisui leeway to showcase his expertise. Shisui explained the model to Kyuubi, mechanic terms and refrences he's quite suprised Kyuubi understood and was able to give feedback on. It wasn't until Itachi explained Kyuubi's major was mechanical engineering and was a sports car enthusiast did Shisui finally understand.

"Wanna take it for a spin?"

Kyuubi was practically bouncing up and down with excitement. "Yes, yes, yes!"

Itachi caught the keys from Shisui. "Okay, you drive." He threw the keys over to Kyuubi, catching the man off guard as the keys nearly fell.

"Me?" Kyuubi was surprised.

"Yeah, get in." Itachi pressed a button and the door smoothly flipped up, taking on the aesthetic of a wing. He sat inside and waited until Kyuubi did the same. "Let's go. Show me what you got."

"You don't know what you're in for." Kyuubi was shocked from the volume of the engine as the car came to life. He pressed on the gas, revving the engine and the ferocity had him thrilled beyond words. "Woah, that's fucking loud!"

Kyuubi drove the car smoothly down the spiraling track. His heart raced as he felt the wind rush past his face. It was thrilling, exciting, something that brought out the daredevil side of him. After spinning around the track a few more time, Kyuubi brought the car to a smooth stop. He jumped out, hand brushing back his messy hair as he grinned widely at his boyfriend.

"I'm gonna steal this car from you."

Itachi glanced at him. It's been a while since he's seen this side of Kyuubi. He leaned over and pulled Kyuubi's head in a kiss. They exited the car and again Itachi grabbed Kyuubi by the waist and gently pressing him against the car, kissed him more slowly and passionately.

Kyuubi smiled up at him when they pulled apart. "Kisses or not, I'm still gonna steal it."

"No need," Itachi said softly. "It's yours."

Kyuubi laughed. "Shut up."

"It's yours," Itachi repeated.

Kyuubi looked at him as if he had two heads. "No." He was speechless. "Itachi, I can't accept this."

"Why not?"

Kyuubi moved away from Itachi. "Because it's too much. It's too much money. I can't."

Itachi chuckled. "Don't be dramatic. Thought you said you loved that I'm charitable. I'm being charitable."

Kyuubi frowned. "I'm not your charity case."

"You don't want the car?"

Kyuubi opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water. "I don't know."

"It's not rocket science."

"I'm not with you for your money, Itachi."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"If I accept this gift, that's the impression it gives."

Just then, Shisui appeared with a file of paperwork in his hands. "Have you broken the news to him yet?"

"He doesn't want it."

Shisui raised an eyebrow at this. He looked back and forth between the two. "Really? That's too bad. All I needed was your signature and one of the most state of the art cars would've been yours." He looked directly at Kyuubi as he said this.

"Yeah, it is too bad," Itachi joined in. "But, no worries. I'll keep it for myself."

Kyuubi sighed as he took the pen along with the file of papers and signed where Shisui pointed.

When he's done, he turned to Itachi. "How can I ever thank you for this?"

"I can think of a few ways." Itachi said with a suggestive smirk.

Shisui closed the file in his hands. "Congratulations." He exchanged a few more words with Itachi before returning back to the factory.

"So, your grandfather oversees all of this?" Kyuubi asked.

"In a way, yes. He oversees the entire company."

"But Shisui is in charge of the operations?"

"Yes and no. He's second in charge behind Kagami."

"Oh," Kyuubi said. "So, then what are you?"

"Chief financial officer…. soon to be."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm supervised under the current CFO, gaining some experience while I finish my masters."

"So, who will be the next CEO after your grandfather?"

Itachi glanced down at Kyuubi. "What is this, 20/20 questions?"

"I just want to understand how all this works. It's so overwhelming."

"After Madara, Kagami will be in charge. Then after him, if I so choose it, I would be CEO after him."

"Do you want that title one day?"

Itachi thought on the question. "For now, I'm content where I stand."

—

When Itachi neared Kyuubi's neighborhood, Kyuubi suddenly grew nervous. He still had one day left to spend with Itachi from his spring break so he's concerned when Itachi's driving to his parents' house especially without mentioning it to him first.

"What are we doing here?" Kyuubi asked, doing his best to hide his alarm.

Itachi parked the sports car beside the modest house. "Here for your parents." He got out of the car and pulled out the large bouquet of roses and gift bag.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Kyuubi trailed behind as they walked down the small pathway.

Itachi rang the doorbell. The door swung open to reveal Minato. His initial surprise was quickly replaced with a joy as he warmly welcomed the unexpected guests. He hugged his son and afterwards shared a firm handshake with Itachi.

"Good afternoon, sir," Itachi greeted with a smile. "Is Kushina in? I'd like to speak with the both of you if that's alright."

"Please, come in." He stepped aside, allowing the couple to enter the cozy home.

Inside the living room, Kushina sat on the couch folding clothes into a laundry basket. Seeing the unexpected guests, she rose to her feet and quickly embraced both men.

"Kyuubi, why didn't you tell me you were coming?" she said frantically. "Your mother looks a mess and I'm greeting Itachi. That's not good."

Kyuubi laughed nervously. "Mom."

Minato chuckled as he came to stand by his wife's side. "You look fine, dear."

Itachi stepped forward. "This is for you, Kushina." He handed the beautiful bouquet of white roses to the middle aged woman.

"Ah! Itachi, thank you so much!" She hugged him and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. "Thank you! Thank you!"

"This is for you, sir." Itachi was more formal in his voice as he presented the small gift bag to Minato. Minato opened the bag and pulled out an extravagant gold plated watch. Itachi watched as he went pale.

"Itachi, I cannot accept this." Minato hurriedly placed the watch back into the bag and held it out to Itachi to take back. "This is too much. I can't accept this."

Itachi looked between the older couple. He saw the striking resemblance between Kyuubi and his mother, and the same striking resemblance between Naruto and Minato. Suddenly, he remembered the true reason for his visit. Itachi stepped back and got on his knees. He bowed his head and laid his hands flat on the floor.

"I will like to extend an apology for my behavior at Kyuubi's birthday celebration. I am ashamed to admit I had too much to drink and it showed in my actions. It deeply saddens me that you had to witness such an inexcusable performance from me. Please accept these gifts as little tokens of my sincerity. I ask you wholeheartedly for your forgiveness."

Kushina and Minato shared a worried glance with one another. They seemed to share a silent conversation as they turned to face Itachi.

"Please, stand up and hold your dignity." Minato helped Itachi up on his feet. "We are all humans and we have all had moments in our lives that we are not proud of." Minato placed a comforting hand on Itachi's shoulder. "Don't be too hard on yourself."

"Itachi, dear," Kushina said. "We appreciate this kind gesture from you. But know we did not fault you at all." Kushina leaned over and kissed his cheek. "We appreciate your humility and are truly grateful."

"And I will accept your generous gift to show there is no hard feelings of course." Minato said.

Itachi bowed his head. "Thank you both for your kindness."

Kushina turned to her son. "Kyuubi, the workers gave us your birthday cake to take home. You didn't get to cut it because you left so early. Why did you leave so early?"

Kyuubi looked around nervously. "Umm, we had a um, another place to go to." He's never been good at lying to his parents. "After Itachi calmed down, we went for a late night showing at the theatre."

Kushina looked to Itachi. "Why don't you two stay for a slice and I put on some tea, hm?" She began to walk away but stopped when Itachi refused the offer.

"Unfortunately, I have an important call I need to make at the moment." Itachi turned to Kyuubi. "I'll wait in the car. Come out when you're ready."

"Okay." Kyuubi smiled when his parents again embraced Itachi. They offered their goodbyes as Itachi left.

Kushina went into the kitchen to tend to her flowers. Kyuubi resided in the living room where his father sat on the couch watching the local news. Kyuubi glanced down at the coffee table to find several math worksheets scattered over it.

"Dad, where's Naruto?" Kyuubi lifted the papers into his hands.

Minato worked on getting the luxurious watch out of its complex case. "He is meeting some friends at the mall."

"He's rushing through his homework again. This problem here is addition but he's multiplying. This is basic algebra." Kyuubi shuffled through the papers as he scrutinized the sloppy penmanship. "Dad, you were much harder on me when I was his age."

"Kyuubi, you know there's no talking to that boy."

"Talk to him when he comes home. Tell him to take his time and go over these problems again."

When Minato finally managed to get the watch out, he slid on the heavy accessory. He moved his wrist and the gold glistened as the light bounced off it. His eyes flashed with joy.

"Kyuubi, look at your father. Rich man."

"And you said you didn't want it."

"It's nice, no?"

Kyuubi nodded his head. "Yeah, it's really nice."

Itachi's words from his party resonated in his mind and he again felt the pressure of upholding a false image of their relationship. If he left Itachi, he would be denying his parents of luxuries he couldn't give them by himself. Luxuries only Itachi could give them at the expense of his happiness.

Kushina reappeared in the living room, her hands on her hips as she looked at her excited husband. "Oy, you should sell that. We can get a lot of money from it."

"No, it's a gift," Minato said proudly. "I cannot sell it."

"Don't wear it around here. Someone might hurt you and steal it."

"No, no. I will protect it."

Suddenly, she turned her eyes on her son sat on the couch. "Kyuubi, I need your help at the bakery tomorrow, you hear?"

"Yeah, mom. I'll be there."

"What happened to your lip?"

Kyuubi glanced up to see his mom frowning, a stern look in her eyes.

"Itachi and I were fooling around. He accidentally elbowed me."

"He hit you?" Kushina shouted.

"By accident, mom," Kyuubi said in a calm voice.

"Are you lying to me?"

"Kushina..." Minato intervened.

"Let him answer." Kushina placed her hands over her hips. "I warned you about the violence! I told you I don't like it."

"There's no violence," Kyuubi said, careful not to raise his voice at his mother.

"Come inside the kitchen."

Kyuubi sighed as he stood up and followed after his mother. He leaned against the counter while his mother stood in front him, her arms folded and a stern look on her face.

"Your father's not here. It's just me and you. Tell me the truth. Did Itachi intentionally hit you?"

Kyuubi looked at his mother's face, saw the mixture of concern and anger. He shook his head. "It was an accident, mom."

"Are you lying to me, Kyuubi?" Kushina pleaded. "Please, I won't be angry. Tell me."

"Can I show you something?"

Kyuubi led his mom to the sink where there was a large window. He pulled the curtains open, showcasing his new luxurious car parked right out front. He saw the bewilderment on his mother's face.

"This was his gift to me for my birthday," he explained. "We picked it up today."

"Why did he give you such an expensive gift?" Kushina voiced in concern. "Is he apologizing for something?"

"Mom."

Kushina folded her arms. "Does he always give you lavish gifts when he apologizes?"

"Mom, he didn't do anything."

"I'm your mother, Kyuubi. I can tell when you are lying to me. Money is nice. Gifts are nice. But you know what is better? Self-respect."

Kyuubi turned from her. "I'm not with him for his money."

"I already told you how I feel about him, Kyuubi. I hate the violence and judging from the stunt he pulled at your party, nothing has changed. I can't tell you who to date. But I hope I raised both you and your brother well enough to know your self worth."

"It was an accident," he repeated.

Kushina held her son's gaze for a moment before she reluctantly dropped the topic. "Okay," she said flatly. "Make sure you thank him for the car and be careful driving it around."

Kyuubi swallowed down his guilt. "I'm sorry, mom."

—

Kyuubi smoothly pulled his car to a slow stop at the mansion he's had the pleasure of calling his home for the past week. He sat back, pushed his hair out of his face.

"Do you think they liked the gifts?" Itachi asked suddenly.

Kyuubi turned and looked at him. "My mom put the flowers in a vase and my dad wouldn't stop going on about the watch. By tomorrow, the whole of Japan is going to know about that damn watch."

Itachi was quiet for a while. "You know, I really want them to like me," he admitted softly.

Kyuubi smiled assuringly. "They do like you."

"They tolerate me. There's a difference."

Kyuubi sighed. "They're just overprotective. Like any parent would be."

"What's there for them to be protective of?" Itachi asked, his voice suddenly on edge. "What have you been telling them?"

"Nothing, but it makes it pretty hard to pretend a happy couple when I'm walking around with a busted lip," Kyuubi argued. "I told you not to hit me in the face."

"I shouldn't have hit you at all."

"Yeah, well, we've had that talk already." Kyuubi sighed as he ran his hand through his hair. "Itachi, I love you. And if I love you then my parents love you. Like you said, it's just that simple."

Itachi suddenly had a solemn look on his face. "I'm really trying. I want you to know that."

Kyuubi freed himself from his seatbelt and climbing over, pulled himself over Itachi's lap.

"What are you doing?" Itachi's hands held him steady as Kyuubi straddled him.

Kyuubi found the lever and pulled it to recline Itachi's seat back. "I want you to fuck me. Here and now."

Itachi grinned, his hands sliding under Kyuubi's shirt and caressing the soft skin beneath. "I'm getting hard."

"Good," Kyuubi mumbled against his lips.

"What are you doing to me?" Itachi said breathlessly. He leaned up and kissed Kyuubi hard on the lips.

Kyuubi kissed him back, an exchange of sloppy, wet and dirty passion. Kyuubi felt himself begin to move against his boyfriend.

"Tell me how I should thank you for the gifts," he whispered. He licked Itachi's ear down to his neck, his hand trailing down the soft material of Itachi's cotton shirt until his fingers delved underneath, flesh meeting flesh, causing Itachi to laugh huskily in his ear. "Tell me, baby."

Kyuubi breathed out softly when Itachi began to move his hips against him. He allowed Itachi's hands around his waist to guide him into a rhythm that pleased him. Kyuubi threw his head back, exhaling sharply when the sensation sent shock waves through his body. He felt Itachi's wet kisses against his neck, the slow tantalizing desperation for more pleasure. Kyuubi moaned, shy when he felt Itachi hands unbutton his jeans and pull down the zipper.

"I want you to ride me," Itachi said, his voice deep with lust. "Hard."

Kyuubi looked into Itachi's dark eyes that were filled with desire. Kyuubi held Itachi's gaze as his hand slipped into Itachi's pants and began stroking him.

"Fuck, that feels so good." Itachi groaned in bliss. He closed his eyes, biting his lip when the motion of Kyuubi's hand around him gradually became faster.

Soft moans of pleasure escaped him, his chest heaving up and down as his heart rate increased and he felt the small beads of sweat begin to form over his body. His pleasure's short lived when Kyuubi's hand fell from him. He opened his eyes to see Kyuubi quickly discarding his clothes.

Itachi groaned when he felt the warmness and tightness of his boyfriend. He reached forward, his hands gripping Kyuubi's hips in an aching hold as he directed his movements against him. Their warm breaths mingled together in the small space, hovering over them as they became engulfed in their own pleasure. Kyuubi skillfully rode Itachi and leaning down captured Itachi's lips in a wet kiss. He kept up his movements, feeling Itachi's hardness within him. But always in the need to be in control, Itachi's large hand reached up and wrapped around Kyuubi's throat, his other hand securing Kyuubi over him as he began to thrust up to meet Kyuubi's movements. Kyuubi pressed his hand against the window, the mix of Itachi's intensity and the suffocating hand around his throat too much to bear.

They looked into each other's eyes when they both reached their climax and slowly they came down from their high.

Kyuubi leaned forward and kissed Itachi's lips one last time before smiling and sitting up straight.

"That was amazing."

Itachi leaned back, satisfied. "I need to make a habit of buying you more gifts."

Kyuubi playfully smacked Itachi's naked chest. "Very funny."

"We made a mess in your new car."

"What a way to break it in."

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Listen, I am trash when it comes to writing sex scenes. So, um, don't judge me too hard. But I'll have a new chapter edited and uploaded soon.