So here I am

So here I am. Cookie Crisp in my tummy, 54.1 minutes of motivational music and a story to continue writing. Hmm.. what do to.

Disclaimer: (I don't own any character in this fanfiction, they all belong to Kishimoto and his extremely intimidating posse of lawyers… or something like that)

Warnings: Y'know what to expect. My peeps got potty mouths. And… there's a high probability of smut in this one. Some… hot, nasty, amazingly abusive, Dom/Sub smut.

Unbeta'd?? Again? God, I'm lazy.

'I just wanna make love, dakedo I don't wanna fall in love.'

Itachi checked his wrist watch again for the tenth time in the past five minutes, drumming the fingers of his other hand on the desk top. The blonde was late again. And while Itachi enjoyed finding new ways to punish Naruto for being tardy to their play-dates, this had to be the fourth time in the past week he'd been late. It was starting to rub Itachi the wrong way.

Kind of like rug burn.

A rug burn of lust.

A rug burn of lust and extremely notorious impatience that ran in the Uchiha blood-line.

Itachi sighed and stood up. He'd just have to go home and torture his brother until he had an outlet for the sexual frustration that had been growing within him for the past few hours after speaking with Kisame on the phone. God that shark of a man was the last person on the planet he wanted to talk to. It seemed the only time he ever wanted to talk to Itachi was when he needed money or to complain (while drunk) about how everything had gone to shit and how he wished he hadn't screwed things up between them.

But that was in the past now and there was no turning back. Kisame could go drown in his own vomit for all Itachi cared.

But, really, that was a lie. Itachi cared a lot. He worried about Kisame every day that he didn't get to talk to him. He craved the intense possessiveness Kisame had once had over him. His manipulation. His touch. His love…

Beep

"Yes, Deidara, what is it? I was just about to leave." Itachi said slightly irritated, pressing the intercom button.

"Uchiha-san, you have a visitor, yeah. It is Uzumaki-san. Do you wish for me to send him in?"

Itachi sighed once more, loosening and removing his tie.

"Send him in."

He set his tie on the desk before him and undid the first three buttons on his shirt as Naruto entered the room, bottom first as he bowed and mumbled his thanks to Deidara for letting him see Itachi. Finally, after the door shut, Naruto turned around to face Itachi, who, having made his way in front of the desk, was removing the band that tied his hair back. Itachi summoned the blonde forward with his hand, and closing the distance between them, leaned down until his eyes were level with Naruto's.

"You're late, Naruto," he said, caressing one of Naruto's cheeks with the back of his hand. His eyebrows knitted together as he stared into Naruto's slightly apologetic blue eyes. He saw something akin to curiosity flash through the blue depths, as well. The blonde was probably wondering why Itachi was using such a tender touch. Itachi stood up straight, pulling his hand away from Naruto's face for a brief second before he brought it down swiftly to back-hand the boy.

He stood there for a minute, smirking at the bowed head of the blonde who was cursing and cradling the side of his face. Lacing his fingers together behind his back, Itachi walked over to his desk, picking up the tie he had laid there.

"This can't be tolerated, anymore. I would like an explanation… but I fear all I will get is more excuses from you, Naru-kun." Itachi swiveled around on his heels to face Naruto again, tie in hand, and walked slowly back toward him.

"I hate excuses," Itachi hissed in Naruto's face.

"I'm so sorry, senpai! I've just-"

"You're sorry? Show me, Naruto. Show me just how sorry you really are," he slowly began slipping his tie onto the blonde's neck.

"Wha? I don't-"

"Your knees. Get on your knees. Now," Itachi growled, securing his tie around Naruto's neck like a leash.

On his knees, Naruto stared up at Itachi, wondering just what exactly he was up to. Naruto had a hunch but he wasn't sure. In any case, he liked where this was going…

"Undress," Itachi ordered, looking down his nose at the kneeling boy in front of him. He watched as Naruto obeyed him, barely breaking eye contact. Itachi swore he saw the blonde shiver in anticipation, making him smirk at the boy.

Pulling the make-shift leash tight, Itachi forced the naked Naruto to start following him in a crawl toward his office chair. Before sitting down, the raven-haired man stripped himself of his own clothes as well. Itachi sat there for a moment, savoring the feel of the cool, fresh leather against his bare skin, and then he summoned Naruto over to kneel in front of his chair.

He leaned forward, his face inches from the blonde's.

"Tonight is going to be different, my little fox. Do you remember two months ago when I punished you for lying to me? This is going to be nothing like that. You will only feel pleasure when I allow you to,"

Itachi reached between Naruto's legs, cupping his balls, making the blonde hiss and grind into Itachi's hand "and you aren't allowed to cum, until I say you can," he whispered, slipping a cock ring onto Naruto's quickly hardening shaft.

Naruto panted lightly and nodded, stared at Itachi lustfully, waiting for the man to order him around some more.

Itachi leaned back in his chair, pointing a finger at the blonde and then down to his crotch. Licking his lips, Naruto immediately scooted closer on his knees and buried his face in Itachi's lap.

He ran his tongue up one side, then the other, feeling Itachi harden in his hand. Teasing the dark-haired man, he put his mouth around the head, swirling his tongue around it as he coated it with his spit and pulled back, blowing lightly on the wetted area.

Naruto nearly grinned at the reaction of shivers and groans he received from Itachi who then roughly pushed Naruto's head down.

But Naruto ignored Itachi's hands and slowly pumped Itachi's cock, stopping briefly to lick and blow when his hand reached the head. He repeated this several times before he finally put his mouth around the head and began stroking, pumping, and sucking with his lips and tongue, humming every now and then to send beautifully pleasurable vibrations into Itachi's body.

Itachi panted and moaned softly, bucking his hips in time with Naruto's strokes and feeling himself twitch slightly with each delicious hum the blonde made. His hand pressed Naruto's head down farther and farther until he felt the blonde gag slightly, he was sure that Naruto was deep-throating him now. His bucking was becoming more aggressive and frenzied as his neared his climax.

Without warning, Naruto opened his mouth wider, grabbed hold of Itachi's hips and plunged his face as hard, fast, and far forward as it would go. Caught off guard, Itachi came right then, moaning the blonde's name almost too loudly.

Naruto sat up after swallowing the last of Itachi's release, staring at him with half-lidded eyes while he licked his lips clean. Itching for his own release, Naruto automatically slid his hand down toward his painfully aroused groin but received another back-handed slap to the face from Itachi before he could do anything more.

"Maybe you didn't hear me the first time," Itachi spat in Naruto's face "You don't get to cum until I say you can." He stood up and used the leash to pull Naruto to his feet. He instructed Naruto to bend over the office chair and then bound the blonde's hands together with a zip-tie.

While the blonde hung his head, panting lighting, Itachi reached into a drawer and retrieved his bottle of lube, squirting some onto his palm. He applied a small amount to his fore and middle finger and smoothed the rest onto his already eager member. So as not to be completely cruel to the blonde he slipped one finger into Naruto's tight hole. The blonde gave a sharp intake of breath and his body tensed up. As Itachi inserted the second finger, Naruto let the breath out but his body remained tense. Itachi grabbed a handful of hair, pulling back Naruto's head as he pushed his fingers in as far as they would go, probing for a place that would make the blonde see stars. He smirked when Naruto's knees nearly gave way and he knew he'd found it. He withdrew his fingers and spread the blonde's cheeks. Naruto moaned as he felt a hot, hard, and slick familiarity being positioned at his entrance.

Itachi pushed himself in all the way, pulled out slowly then slammed back in, gaining a low moan from the blonde.

The two rocked back and forth in a rhythm set in by Itachi. Every now and then Naruto would get a whack to the head, reminding him that this was still part punishment for being late again. And while he felt himself tighten around Itachi as filled him with his seed, and he bit down on his knuckle to muffle his moan, he lacked the release which he desired.

With a small whimper, after Itachi had released bruising grip on the blonde's waist, Naruto lowered himself onto his knees and turned to Itachi. "Please." He whispered.

"What was that?" The brunette wiped his brow of sweat.

"P-please, let me…" he held up his bound wrists "just let me do it. I promise I'll never be late ever again. I swear it."

"Ahh… I see…" Itachi kneeled down in front of Naruto, grabbing hold of his cock.

"You want that it bad, don't you? You're such a slut, naru-koi." Itachi chuckled, removing the cock ring as he began pumping Naruto. The blonde closed his eyes immediately on contact, a pained look washing over his face as his arousal was shown the first bit of attention it had been eager for all day.

It didn't take long before Naruto was moaning and thrusting into Itachi's hand, and it took even less time for him to cum all over the brunette's lap and stomach. The blonde collapsed onto Itachi, breathing heavily.

Itachi fell back with the blonde and they laid on the floor for some time.

"Mmm, I'm thirst. Would you like some water, too, I-ta-chi-kun?" Naruto giggled playfully.

"Hmm, sure," Itachi hummed, closing his eyes as he folded his arms across his chest.

Naruto returned and handed Itachi the paper cup, and drank from his own. Itachi swallowed all of his at once and laid back down.

"You know Itachi, I don't know why we don't do this more often," Naruto said, sitting next to the brunette, Indian-style.

"I mean, I really like your office. It's nice and quiet here. And since it up so high, even with the blinds open I don't feel like anyone's watching us. I guess someone could be watching us, and if they were, I hope they enjoyed the show. Haha! It smells nice in here too, and it's so much cooler in here than outside, man! It's so hot today! You'd think it wouldn't get this hot this early in the season but, I tell ya. So are we going out to eat tonight or just straight back to the house? … Itachi?"

Naruto leaned over to poke Itachi in the face, but he got no response from the older man.

"Huh. That was fast…" Naruto grinned, getting up to get dressed.

Itachi groaned, rolling over onto his side, the stiff carpet pressing uncomfortably into his flesh. He opened his eyes, blinking and rubbing them to clear them up because everything was blurry. He looked over to the window.

"What the hell? It's dark out." He wondered just how long he'd been asleep. He hadn't meant to fall asleep but he just got really tired and the blonde's rambling about the weather and the windows didn't help him at all. How could Naruto have that much energy after all that? Damn it.

He sat up, and looked around. The blonde's things were gone and Itachi was actually dressed. Strange. Itachi stood and grabbed his briefcase, leaving the light on for the janitor. It must have been late because even Deidara was gone, and he usually worked until 8 or 9 while Itachi left around 6.

Itachi entered the men's restroom, walking over to the sink. He leaned down and splashed some cold water on his face to wake himself up a little better. He must have been really tired because he was still groggy. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror as he reached for a paper towel and did a double take.

"What the fuck?! That son of a bitch!" Itachi cried out, pulling his hair away from his face so he could get a better look. His face was turning red with anger as he surveyed what the blonde had done to him.

His eyebrows had been shaven clean off except for little hairs at the end, he had a mustache drawn on his upper lip the curled up to his cheek bones and on his forehead a message was written.

From his point of view it looked like "!! evol htiw ekusaS morF".

"From Sasuke with love… So he's behind this. God damn that brat." He growled at his reflection before grabbing his briefcase and storming out of the bathroom, on his way home to dish out some more punishment.

TADDDDDAAAAA. Ok so the end was a little rushed but I set a goal for myself to have this done by Friday and well.. it's Friday night and I'm tired! W00 hooo. And I just kept coming up with distractions for myself. I do this all the time. Damnit… Early (or rather, late) resolution, stop procrastinating!! W000000. Ok.

And god damn this is probably the longest thing I've ever written like.. EVAR!

I hope you enjoyed it.

I did.

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