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Itachi could see the light which filtered through the trees flicker over his closed eye lids, making him see red and blue-green colors. The branch he was sitting on wasn't that comfortable, but the person he was leaning against definitely was. There was no sound save for the rustling of the wind blowing through the trees and their breathing, along with the rythmic thud of a heart in the chest pressed against his back. He sighed contendedly, relaxing more into the body behind his, and felt arms flex and tighten around him. Shisui rested his head against Itachi's, breathing out a sigh as well.

It had been a month, and as Itachi and Shisui grew closer Shisui had managed to bring Itachi out of the dark depression he had fallen into. It was a painstaking process for the first few days after the funeral, but now Itachi was at the point where he could talk about his late family with a smile. He still had nightmares and his small bouts of depression, but those were steadily growing few and far between, as well as lessening in intensity. Shisui's family had gladly welcomed him to live in their home in the spare bedroom, though most nights either Shisui or Itachi found themselves in the other's room just to be with each other. Shisui had been accepted into Anbu, after a long assessment which took several days, and an "informal introduction," as his new superiors called it, which he thought was really just hazing. He wasn't placed in Itachi's team, unfortunately, though usually they went on missions around the same time so they never missed each other.

After quite some debate among the clan, Tamotsu had finally been named the Uchiha clan representative, with much of the clan swaying to his side when it was made known that Itachi was fully supporting his uncle. His first order of business, which pleased Itachi very much, was the removal of the more corrupt members of the Uchiha's council, along with some of the more disagreeable parts to Itachi's heir status. No longer was the council filled with nothing but bitter old men who preached nothing but the excellence of the Uchiha Clan. Instead there was a mixture of those who saw the Uchiha as great, to keep the pride of the clan intact, and those who saw them as humans, to remind them that while they are great, they are not Gods. Also, no longer did the council have any say in Itachi's life, whether it be who will house him, who will train him, or who he will marry. Most of the elders in the clan disagreed with the way Tamotsu was handling things, what with being so used to being firmly attached to old traditions, but the new generations of the clan were heavily for the direction the clan was being led in.

The coup de tat had been delayed indefinitely. Not cancelled, as even some of the less loyal clan members were unhappy with the vilage's treatment of them, but its date was not set in the immediate future. Plans had to be reconsidered, with the loss of their main leader and the reluctance to fight of the new leader.

Now Itachi and Shisui were just spending time together, each having no missions that day. Itachi was really content to just lay there with Shisui, all day if possible, but of course, all good things must come to an end.

He twitched when he felt something brush his nose, and he turned his head so he could itch his nose on Shisui's shoulder. The breathing he could feel against the back of his neck fluttered for a moment before normalling out, and he started dozing off again. A couple minutes later he felt something touch his nose again, and he peeked his eyes open to see what it was before he quickly moved his head forward and lightly bit down on the fingers in front of his face.

"Ouch!" Shisui laughed softly, quickly pulling his hand back.

"Stop that," Itachi mumbled, yet he snuggled deeper into his embrace.

"We gotta get up," Shisui murmured in his ear, moving his arms to wrap around his waist.

"No we don't," Itachi argued. Shisui pinched his side and he frowned and squirmed away from the offending hand. "Leave me be."

"I'd love to," Shisui grinned. "But we kind of told Dad we'd be back by now. He has to go out, remember?"

Itachi finally looked up at him with a baleful expression, and Shisui laughed at him. "We can come back tomorrow," he promised.

Itachi frowned down at the trees, though Shisui saw it as more of a pout.

"I'll make you something sweet..." he bribed.

Itachi sighed. "Fine. Something strawberry."

"Your wish is my command," Shisui chuckled. He poked Itachi's side and smiled when he twitched again. "You have to let me up, though."

Itachi sighed again, though much more dramatically, and did as told, then taking the hand offered to him and pulling himself up.

"I'll race you..." Shisui said with a slow grin.

"You'd win, because I am not running right now," Itachi replied, jumping down to the ground below and starting to walk at a leisurely pace. Shisui watched him for a moment before shrugging and going to walk next to Itachi so he could hang off him.

-xXx-

"Did you not sleep last night or something?," Shisui asked, managing to trip Itachi so that he fell onto the bed. He had a feeling Itachi had let him because, come on, it's Itachi. "You've done nothing but sleep today."

"Mmph," Itachi mumbled in reply, his face shoved into the pillow. He turned slightly so he could speak properly and watch Shisui move about the room to do light cleaning, a smirk pulling at his lips. "I couldn't sleep last night," he said. "You snore."

"I do not," Shisui argued, pausing in picking up a few dirty clothes.

"Okay, you don't," Itachi acceded. Shisui rolled his eyes as he passed and leaned down to kiss him on the lips.

"Thought you could fool me." Shisui grinned at Itachi's blush and went and tossed the clothing into the hamper.

"That's cheating," Itachi accused, unable to not smile back. Shisui glanced at him as he approached before leaning down over him and bracing his hands on the end of the bed.

"Then I will never play an honest game in my life again," he said and leaned forward to issue another, longer, kiss.

Itachi breathed in deeply through his nose, pressing back with just as much eagerness. The smooth and wet sliding of another's lips against his was still something that felt foreign to him (he and Shisui didn't get many opportunities to make out, to put it bluntly), though he felt that if it was with Shisui he could get used to it very quickly. Shisui raised a hand to cup the back of Itachi's neck and pull him closer, and Itachi let his arms wrap around Shisui's waist.

"The others...?" Itachi asked breathlessly past Shisui's lips, raising a hand to tangle in his hair.

"Nn, grocery shopping, remember?" Shisui mumbled back, eyes closed. "Jus' left."

Itachi sighed in relief before he grabbed a handful of Shisui's shirt and yanked him closer. He used more strength than he had meant to and Shisui fell ontop of him, making them both fall back onto the bed.

"Oops," he panted.

"You did that on purpose," Shisui accused with a smirk, raising his head to properly look at him. Itachi's eyes traced his kiss-swollen lips, mussed-even-more-than-usual hair, handsome smile and flushed cheeks, and he felt himself wanting to do nothing but sink into this perfect being.

What does he do to me? Itachi's mind sighed pleasantly.

"I might've." Itachi said out loud and raised his chin imperiously. "But did I say you could stop?"

Shisui rolled his eyes with a chuckle Itachi could feel, their chests being pressed together. "I suppose you did not," he acceded, and leaned back down to press their mouths together again. Itachi happily reciprocated, perfectly content to lay there with him all day if possible. He let out a pleased sigh when he felt Shisui dip his hand under his shirt to smooth over the skin there, and eagerly opened his mouth to welcome the tongue probing at his lips.

His heart was pounding, and he could barely think past Shisui's mouth and hands on him, and he thought his heart might burst out of his chest when he felt Shisui tuck two fingers under the waistline of his pants.

The doorbell rang suddenly, startling them into stopping and yanking their hands away from each other. They looked at each other with wide eyes and heavy breathing before they heard the bell again, and then both simultaneously groaned.

"I suppose I should go get that," Shisui muttered, absolutely loath to leave Itachi when the younger had just been sucking on his tongue like that and nearly purring.

"I guess," Itachi sighed, and Shisui's head dropped down on his chest with another groan. He had been hoping Itachi would convince him to forget whoever it was at the door. Kami knows Shisui wouldn't have even tried to resist.

"Be right back," Shisui mumbled, leaning in to give Itachi a chaste kiss on the mouth before getting up with exaggerated reluctancy.

"Slam the door in their face," Itachi called as he made his way to the front door.

"I probably will," he assured. He opened the door to see a fast food delivery man waiting for him.

"Pineapple pizza and breadsticks?" the person said boredly, holding up said items of food for unnecessary emphasis.

Shisui grimaced at him. What the actual fuck. "I didn't order pizza."

The guy looked at his notepad, popping the gum in his mouth obnoxiously, "Well it says here-"

"I didn't order pizza," Shisui repeated more firmly, scowling now. "I don't even like pineapple. Why the hell would I put it on pizza?" And then he took Itachi's advice and slammed the door in his face.

"Who was it?" Itachi, who had moved up so that he was laying properly with his head on the pillow, asked when he walked back in and habitually closed the door behind him.

"Wrong address," Shisui grumbled, walking forward and moving to lay beside Itachi on the bed. He pointedly pressed his lips to the other's after a small 'oh' came from them.

They easily started getting more passionate in their kisses and touches, and it took until Shisui had rolled over to lay on top of Itachi and between his legs for the older Uchiha to hesitate and pull away.

"Hm?" Itachi hummed dazedly, tracing patterns along Shisui's now bare back.

"... Hold on," Shisui said quietly, moving to pull away. Itachi made a dissatisfied noise but let him up and pushed himself to sit up as well.

"What is it?" he asked, watching Shisui stare off to the side. Shisui pursed his lips, and Itachi tilted his head in confusion. "Shisui?"

"We need to talk," he said slowly, and Itachi blinked in reply, feeling the inescapable feeling of unease at the words.

"Okay," he said, shifting to a more comfortable position. He looked up patiently at Shisui. "What did you want to talk about?"

Shisui glanced up at him before moving to sit closer to him and taking a steadying breath. "I think we should set a few boundries," he said somewhat hesitantly.

Itachi blinked in surprise at the request before frowning and immediately going over his actions in his mind. "Did I do something-?"

"No, not at all!" Shisui quickly assured him, reaching forward and grabbing his hand. "I just..."

Itachi tilted his head to the side and laced their fingers together, the confused expression having not left his face. "You don't have to be nervous, Shisui. Nothing you could say would make me unhappy with you."

Shisui gave him a grateful smile before he scooted up to sit beside him and leaned against the headboard. "It's just, earlier, if that doorbell hadn't interrupted us, I don't know what would have happened." At the questioning look he clarified sheepishly, "How far we would have gone. We were really into it."

Itachi leaned his head against the wall, his eyes locked with Shisui. "That makes you nervous?" he guessed.

Shisui gave an embarrassed shrug, looking down and picking at the comforter. "... I don't think we should do anything... serious. At least not for a long time."

Itachi blinked in surprise, flushing a little at the subject. "Because... of my age, right...?"

Shisui nodded and looked up at him hesitantly. "Does that make you mad...?"

Itachi blushed again, but he leaned forward to give Shisui a short kiss. "It's a bit unfortunate," he admitted. "But I don't want you doing anything you don't want..."

"I don't mean everything," Shisui quickly said, allowing his arm to slip around Itachi's waist. He flushed at what he had just said. "I mean, uh-"

Itachi smiled at him. "Nothing too big?" he supplied.

"Yes," Shisui smiled embarrassingly, giving him a grateful look. "Is that...okay...?"

"Yes," Itachi said, kissing his collarbone.

"Good," Shisui sighed, running his fingers through Itachi's hair. His eyes lidded with pleasure as Itachi continued mouthing the skin on his neck.

"I have a question, though," Itachi mumbled against his jaw.

"Hm?" Shisui hummed. He made a small surprised noise when he was suddenly pushed onto his back, but pressed back against the kiss he was given all the same.

"Does this count as too much?" Itachi asked, and he straddled Shisui's hips.

-Missing-

Both lay breathing heavily for a while, before Shisui pressed a series of soft kisses to Itachi's face.

"Shit, I think we need a change of clothes," he chuckled when he shifted and felt a sticky unpleasantness in his pants.

"Do you kiss your sister with that mouth?" Itachi wondered, resting his head on Shisui's shoulder.

"I kiss you with it," Shisui stated impishly before leaning his head forward and doing just that.

Itachi smiled at him and gladly accepted the kiss. Then he frowned. "Mm, I need to change, too. But my room is too far away."

"Oh, I would love it if you wore my clothes," Shisui said excitedly. "You know what? Nope, not even gonna argue. I'll get you some clothes after I work up the energy to get up."

"Why do you want me to wear your clothes so much?" Itachi laughed.

"Shows you're mine," Shisui said simply with a grin. Itachi rolled his eyes with a fond smile as he got up so that Shisui could get clothes.

"If you say so."

Shisui paused in front of his drawers and shot Itachi an incredulous look. "If I "say so?"" He narrowed his eyes mischievously, smirking. "I could always give you a big ol' fat hickey. Riiight here." And then he pointed to the side of his neck to demonstrate. He turned back to the dresser with a grin while Itachi chuckled at him before he suggested, "I could make it match the one on the other side of your neck..."

"You didn't!" Itachi gasped, immediately leaping out of the bed to go to the bathroom and look in the mirror. "Shisui!"

"Oh, yes I did!" Shisui laughed evilly.

"Not fair!" Itachi accused, returning from the bathroom and narrowing his eyes at him. "Your turn."

"No way!" Shisui spluttered, whacking him with a shirt when he approached.

"Yes way," Itachi stated before he grabbed the back of his neck and pulled their lips together. Shisui immediately stopped at the feel of Itachi's soft lips on his and proceeded to enjoy the moment. He didn't even pull away when Itachi pulled away and started placing a series of licks and kisses along his neck.

"I'm not a piece of candy," he pointed out.

"Taste like it," Itachi said simply, now starting to focus on a specific spot. "And you know how much I love sweets."

"You know what?" Shisui mumbled as he relaxed back against the dresser, letting his arms rest around Itachi's waist. "This is nice. I should just let you do this all day."

"But I'm done," Itachi said, popping his head up to kiss Shisui on the lips once before going to sit on the bed with a Cheshire grin. "And you have a very short attention span."

"What?" Shisui complained, just as the sound of the door opening reached their ears.

"Hey, guys! Come help!" Tamotsu called to the back of the house. Itachi grinned wider before standing up and going to Shisui's dresser. He reached around Shisui, his lips tantalizingly close to the other's, and grabbed a scarf and a set of clothes that had been behind him. He laughed at the 'what the hell?' look on Shisui's face as he went to the bathroom and changed quickly.

"You'll catch flies," he stated when he came out, tapping his own chin, and Shisui closed his gaping mouth with a pout.

Shisui heard his lover and father greet each other, with Tamotsu asking if Itachi was cold and Itachi replying that he just felt a little under the weather, and he shook his head with a fond smile, grabbing his own set of clothes to go change.

He paused when in the mirror he saw himself and a red spot the size of a nickel on his neck. "Damnit!"

From the kitchen, he heard Itachi laughing.

-xXx-

Guess who got a 30 on her ACT on her first tryyy~~

Also, on the (not really) new Naruto chapter, KABUTOYOUWHORE

Ahem. 'Scuse me.

This chapter turned out to be like pure fanservice. You're welcome. (I got tired of angst, therefore timeskip!) BUT there will be more angst in like, two chapters. Including a terrible cliff hanger. Ohh, I'm a terrible person.

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