Naruto plopped himself down on the bed by Sasuke's pale feet. They were smaller than Itachi's, but just as slender. His toes weren't painted, Naruto observed randomly. Itachi always painted his toes.
But did he still, now that he was..that he couldn't…Well, he could always go to a salon to have them done. But Naruto had a hard time imagining that. Itachi always liked to do things himself. He hated relying on anyone.
"Itachi seemed upset…Is he okay?"
Naruto asked Sasuke who was obsessed with working on his senior thesis.
Sasuke's onyx eyes didn't stray from the laptop. "Don't worry about it. Tachi'll be fine. He always is."
"Okay." Naruto sighed, bored of watching Sasuke do nothing but work. "Wanna go somewhere? Do something?"
"Mmm."
To most people it would sound as if Sasuke was giving the idea some consideration. But Naruto knew Sasuke wasn't paying him the least bit of attention.
"Sas~uke" Naruto groaned. He realized unless he resorted to drastic measures, Sasuke would happily spend the rest of the weekend in front of his laptop.
He smirked as an idea began to form.
Since Sasuke was already on the bed, the laptop balancing on his lap, it was perfect. Now, how to get the laptop out of the equation…?
Naruto extended his leg, his foot finding the laptop's charger. His toes wrapped around the cord and pulled it out of its socket.
"What the hell, Naruto?" Sasuke snapped. His laptop had only 3 minutes left.
"I'm bored. I want to play, Sas." Naruto crawled on his hands and knees until he was straddling Sasuke's legs, face close to his boyfriend's.
Sasuke sighed. "Okay, okay. Just let me put this away." Naruto sat back on his heels, waiting for Sasuke to put the computer on the nightstand.
The moment it was done, Naruto was pushing Sasuke down on the bed, kissing him, hungry for Sasuke's touch.
He needed Sasuke to wipe away the memories of another's kiss, of long ebony locks and a slanted, twisted smile.
And even as Sasuke spread Naruto's tan legs, even as he and Naruto consummated their relationship, Naruto had to bite his lip so hard it bled to keep from calling out Itachi's name.
In the afterglow, Sasuke felt Naruto's tremors. "Naru, love? What's wrong?"
Naruto squeezed his eyes shut. He would not cry.
Sasuke kissed his forehead, his nose, his lips.
All Naruto could think about was Itachi wandering around, sightless, blind, alone and vulnerable. It was ridiculous; he was Itachi Uchiha.
But Naruto hugged Sasuke to his chest, inhaling sharply.
It was fine. Itachi was fine. He, Naruto, was fine.
"Don't worry, Sas." This has been going on for long enough. I'm going to get over Itachi. Somehow.