Warning: mild sado masochism in first scene. Itachi is a very possessive lover and there is an explanation for some of his actions in future chapters. I am not saying that possessiveness is attractive nor acceptable behavior!

-o0o-

They stood in front of a building, the acid scent of cigars, alcohol, sweat and lust overlaid everything. Raucous calls from both men and women rolled out in greeting. The door was guarded by a large male wearing a crisp tuxedo and bow tie. His attire was a harsh contrast against the seemingly dilapidated building. When they walked up, the door man nodded curtly at them and opened the door.

"Come, Hikaru." The older man placed his hand on the small of his companion's back and led him inside.

It was dark inside and they went down a dark hallway lined with closed doors. The sounds of sex and violence drifted out from behind the doors as they made their way to the main theater.

The theater was a grand sight to behold despite the appearance on the outside. There were crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceilings and a large stage shrouded by red velvet curtains. The two men sat a table right before the stage, a reserved sign and a bottle of wine set before them.

Men and a smattering amount of women dressed in expensive garbs sat around and sipped on wine.

Satoshi Iwasaki looked over at his young companion for the evening and smiled. He lifted a strand of dark hair and tucked it behind a delicate ear. "Hikaru, did you know that your name means radiance?"

A sixteen year old Itachi returned the smile. "No. I was unaware."

"Frankly, I think the name suits you. You are truly a handsome youth."

"Thank you."

The lights in the theater dimmed and the crowd quieted once the curtain was opened revealing a medieval cage. A tall muscular man came out on the stage; he was only wearing pants and a leather mask. The man stood still, waiting until another man came out, crawling forward on hands and knees. He was naked, fully aroused and held a riding crop between his teeth. His gaze filled with adoration and submission as he stared at the man before him.

Itachi watched in unblinking interest as the man stopped at the other's feet and sat backwards on his knees, face titled up so that the larger man could take the crop. A blonde woman dressed in a red Lolita dress came out on stage carrying a velvet cushion. Itachi raised from his seat a little, trying to see what was on the cushion.

"Nipple clamps and a fleschette," Satoshi explained patiently.

The raven darted a quick glance at him, looking slightly suspicious. Then he looked back at the stage to see that the smaller man was now in the cage. Loud groans filled the theater as the performance went on. Itachi had to remind himself that he was on a mission - his first solo mission since Danzo- and he needed to stay on his toes. Kisame was counting on him and he wouldn't let his partner down.

Their client had a personal grudge with Mr. Iwasaki and wanted the man to be killed in the most humiliating way possible. After a few weeks of tailing the billionaire, Itachi learned that he frequented this establishment. He had been under the impression that it was a regular whorehouse so he was not expecting anything like this.

The show passed fairly quickly, small rivulets of blood sliding towards the edge of the stage and dripping to the floor as the larger man lightly cut into the naked, and now clamped, man.

"I think we've seen enough for tonight. Shall we?" Satoshi stood up and held out his hand.

Itachi flicked a glance to the stage again, where the men had left, a lull before the next act begun. Taking the older man's hand he was lead upstairs to a black door that stood at the far end of the hallway.

Glancing around the room, Itachi took in all of the whips, chains and other tools that aligned the walls. A cage similar to the one that was on stage was there as well.

When the door was shut and locked, Satoshi chuckled. "Normally, a consent form is necessary before we proceed, but I think that you will like what I have planned for you, Hikaru."

"Mr. Satoshi, did you know that your name means, wise?" Itachi asked.

"Yes of course." He smiled darkly. "Now undress and do it neatly!"

"Frankly, I think the name couldn't be any further from the truth. You see, I find you most unwise."

"Why you insolent little shit! I said undress now!" His voice thundered throughout the room.

Itachi calmly picked up a leather whip and faced the man with a gleam in his ebony eyes. "Mrs. Iwasaki sends her regards."

-o0o-

"You're fidgeting."

Kisame shot an irritated glance to the redhead that sat in the passenger seat of his truck. "For the last time! I am not fidgeting!"

"Relax," Sasori looked out of the window. "Itachi knows what he is doing. He's almost surpassed you."

"The kid is good, but don't take it that far!"

Sasori continued to watch for any signs of the Uchiha; he would never admit that he was also fidgeting, but in his own way. Two hours had passed since Itachi entered the building.

He had seen the aftermath of Itachi's first solo mission and was aware of how capable the boy was. Still, there was a chance that being in that sort of environment could be triggering. But they were assassins; so there was no point in babying Itachi.

Besides, the raven would murder them all if they ever attempted to coddle him.

"Hey! Is that him?"

The two men watched as a figure turned the corner and neared their location. Itachi approached the truck and climbed in the back seat.

Two sets of eyes were on him the instance he closed the door. "How'd it go?! Did he touch you? I swear I'll fucking kill everyone in that shit hole if..."

"Kisame." Sasori dryly interrupted. "As you can see he is in perfect condition. So don't have an aneurysm."

"Here," Itachi held out a manila folder. "I have the pictures the client requested. I also made sure not to leave any evidence behind."

Sasori took the folder and looked at the pictures. Satoshi Iwasaki was naked, gagged, and hanging upside down from the ceiling. There were metal clamps tied on his nipples as well.

"You seem to have outdone yourself, Itachi." Sasori handed the pictures to Kisame who frowned upon seeing them.

"Holy shit! That looks painful."

As the trio made their way back to headquarters, Itachi stared at the red laminated business card in his hand.

Since his parents' death, Naruto would have different fantasies about how growing up with them would have been like. One of his favorites was when they would sit together at the table, laugh and enjoy good food. He had figured that all families were like that during shared meals, but obviously he was wrong.

That morning had started off great. He woke up next to the boy that he loved and the smell of bacon. Naruto loved bacon - not as much as ramen - but it was in the top three of other things that he loved. So after freshening up, he and his favorite thing besides ramen and bacon, made their way down the stairs. Itachi actually said "Good morning" instead of "Hn.", Sasuke returned the morning greeting with a "Hn.", but regardless it was better than the brother's usual exchange.

Yes. Monday had started to look like a really great day.

That was until the doorbell rang. The day practically went downhill from there.

Naruto shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he glanced around the dining room. Everyone was quiet, but the tension was palpable, giving the air around the room a soft glow. Hesitantly, he picked up his fork and took a bite of his eggs ignoring the few pieces of shell. Itachi had been pissed off when he had to make more food for the two unexpected guests and it showed in his cooking.

The two unexpected guests were Madara and Obito Uchiha. The blonde had never met the two men; he only knew that Madara was Itachi and Sasuke's uncle. His boyfriend never really discussed his family; it was one of those topics that they tried to avoid. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed how Sasuke kept his eyes on his older brother that sat across from him.

Naruto had purposely avoided Itachi's gaze, or anywhere in his vicinity. He could feel the killing intent practically oozing off of the man and despite being a tad hyperactive; Naruto's instincts were very acute. So he planned on keeping his mouth shut and enjoy his burnt bacon and shell infested eggs.

Finally, Madara broke the silence. "Sasuke, I hear you'll be starting your senior year in a few weeks. Are you excited?" The man sounded sincere but only Itachi and Obito could tell that it was false.

Tearing his gaze from his brother, Sasuke nodded his head at his uncle. "Yeah. I guess."

"Excellent!" Madara smiled. "And your friend here Naruto, will he also be a senior this year?"

At the sound of his name, Naruto nearly dropped his fork but he quickly recovered. He felt a hard nudge in his side indicating that he should respond and he swallowed his eggs harshly down his throat before doing so. "Yes sir, Mr. Madara sir!" He could hear Sasuke suck his teeth in annoyance at his response.

The head Uchiha laughed lightly. It was a very hollow sound that sounded off to anyone who listened closely. "No need to call me 'sir', Naruto." He gave the teenager a contemplative look. "If you don't mind me asking what is your family's name?"

"Namikazi. My mother was an Uzumaki."

"I can assume from your use of past tense that your parents are no longer living?"

"No sir." He scratched the back of his head. "They died when I was only 2."

"Oh my dear boy, such a pity. Who looks after you now?" Madara feigned sincerity so perfectly.

"My Godfather, Perv...I mean Jiraiya Sannin."

At the sound of the author's name, Madara's shoulders briefly tensed before he regained his composure. The slip up went unnoticed.

"Well Naruto, it's good to hear that you have someone who cares for you."

Naruto smiled brightly. "Thank you, Mr. Madara!"

Itachi watched his uncle, as emotionally engaged in the scene before him as he would be if he was watching a badly acted play. Actually, that summed up Madara nicely: a bad play that never ended. There was never any logic to anything Madara did. He acted in the moment.

The raven knew that his uncle did not give a flying fuck about Naruto; it was all a part of the game he played with people. Madara had the unique ability to look into the depths of one's soul and learn their insecurities and desires. Once he obtained them he could play anyone like a fiddle. It was what he did to a thirteen year old Itachi and every other member in the Akatsuki.

Itachi could feel Obito's eyes boring into the side of his face, but he purposely ignored the distant relative that he absolutely loathed. Obito was as loyal to Madara as Cerberus the three headed dog was to his master Hades. It was a blind devotion; the kind of loyalty that could never be bought but earned.

"Itachi, how is work coming along?"

Itachi's grip on his fork tightened and he could feel the silverware bending in his hand. Everyone's eyes were on him now -except Naruto who was staring at his eggs like they were the most interesting thing in the world.

"Work is work." He tried to keep his tone as neutral as possible.

"I heard you were able to close out the Salamander deal without a hitch. That's quite impressive."

"You seem to hear a lot of things, uncle."

That response only caused the other man to chuckle. After that brief exchange all talking ceased at the breakfast table that morning. Once everyone had eaten - only Naruto bothered to eat - the two teenagers cleared the table.

Any other time, Itachi would have to threaten the two boys to tidy up after meals, but they had been all too eager to do the chore. It was their way of avoiding any more awkward conversations. Itachi wished it were that easy for him.

He stood up from the table and faced his uncle. "Madara, I would like to have a word with you...alone."

"Of course." Madara stood up as well and placed a reassuring hand on Obito's shoulder. "No worries. Go start the car, this won't take long."

With a quick bow, Obito left the mansion.

Madara followed Itachi into the upstairs study so that their conversation wouldn't be overheard by any eavesdroppers. The study was where Fugaku, their father, would spend majority of his time when he wasn't at work. Sasuke never went anywhere near their parents' bedroom, or the study; so Itachi knew that they would not be interrupted.

When they were in the study, Madara ran one of his fingers across the large desk in distaste. "Surely, you could hire a maid to dust the place, Itachi."

Itachi ignored the slight and got to the point. "Why are you here?"

"Why do you think?" Madara smiled, that damned smile. "I was in the neighborhood and decided to pay my nephews a visit."

"Cut the bullshit!" He growled.

Just one more step and he could end it all. All he had to do was grab the letter opener on the desk and stab the older man in his throat. But that would make a lot of mess. Snapping the man's neck would be a better option. Itachi took a step closer, his intentions shone brightly in his eyes.

"Have you forgotten about what happened the last time you tried to kill me, Itachi?" Madara asked quietly.

How could he forget? Itachi had been seventeen and arrogant the last time he challenged his uncle. His foolishness almost cost Sasuke his life and he had vowed to never be that stupid again. Still, seeing Madara here now, so close made him want to take the risk all over again.

Madara continued. "I know that you hate me, Itachi. But it doesn't have to be like this."

"I don't care about you enough to hate you."

"Be that as it may, I still care about you and your brother." Breathing out a tired sigh, Madara paced the floor. "The Uchiha family was once the most feared clan in Konoha, but look at us now. We - you, I, Sasuke, and Obito- are the last of our clan. I took you in and introduced you to the Akatsuki so that you could learn to protect yourself and your brother. I have done so much for you and yet you still spite me."

The contrite expression on Madara's face was almost convincing - almost. No, he was the bad guy. The maniac that allowed his thirteen year old nephew to be raped and nearly killed. Fuck that. Itachi knew the truth; his uncle was a sick old man that enjoyed toying with people. If he really cared about them he would have allowed Itachi to leave years ago, but he hadn't.

Itachi gave a humorless laugh. "Are you finished?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now get the fuck out of my house!"

-o0o-

After unceremoniously kicking his uncle out of the house, Itachi went downstairs to check on the teenagers. He had to take a moment to calm down first. The way his uncle was chatting it up with Naruto really pissed him off more than it should have. Itachi just couldn't help but think about when he was thirteen and naive. Of course, Naruto was seventeen and despite his idiotic nature he was far from stupid. Besides, even though Jiraiya was never home, Naruto was not lonely. He had Sasuke and by default he also had Itachi. So it would take a lot for him to be sucked in by Madara.

There was also the fact that if anyone even attempted to harm Naruto Itachi would kill them. Plain and simple.

Sasuke was depressed before he met the blonde and Itachi did not want his brother to lose his only sense of peace in the world. Therefore, he viewed Naruto as a second brother; another person that he would give his life for.

The raven closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath before walking into the family room. As usual the two boys were playing Call of Duty.

Since the Akatsuki were on temporary Hiatus, there wasn't much for him to do except sit around the house. Suddenly, his mind supplied him images of the previous night with Neji. He didn't make it back home until about 5am.

Reluctantly, he had to admit that his initial assumption about Neji had been wrong. Not only did Neji's stamina almost match his own, but the man had a tolerance for pain. Yet, he still unsure if the Hyuga truly had a taste for suffering. Although, things were different with Neji and he needed to slowly introduce him to certain things. Unlike his past lovers - if you could even call them that - he actually wanted to keep the Hyuga around. However, the first time their relationship gets in the way of his personal life he would simply end things.

"Hey Itachi wanna play?" Naruto held up an extra game controller. "I can show ya' the basics since you've never played."

Sasuke shook his head. "You suck at this game so how are you going to show him anything, Usuratonkachi."

"Fuck you, teme!"

As the two boys continued to bicker, Itachi casually picked up Naruto's forgotten controller and executed several flawless kill shots before handing it to the boy. Both boys stared, mouth agape at the man.

Itachi smiled. "I'm going to go lie down for a few hours."

When he was finally out of the room, Naruto and Sasuke shared a look.

"Definitely ANBU."

The Hyuga clan head stood in the shade of the veranda as he watched his daughter and nephew spar in the outdoor dojo. It had been months since he actually stopped in to check on his daughter's progress. He had instead tasked a few branch members with the job of spying on the two teens as they fought. His assumption about Hinata being too weak had been wrong yet, she still did not possess the skills that Neji did.

Hinata was gentle and hesitant with her blows, while Neji was precise and fierce. Although, today his kicks seemed a little less powerful than normal. Hiashi took a closer look and could also see that the boy's stance was slightly off as well.

Frowning, he debated on reprimanding the boy or ignoring it altogether. He felt a prickle on the back of his neck; an indication that he was no longer alone and he decided on the latter.

Hiashi turned around and inclined his head in greeting. "Hidan."

Hidan ignored the man's greeting and stared out at the two teenagers as they continued to fight. "Is that him?" He asked.

"Yes." Hiashi lips were set in a thin line.

"Hot damn," Hidan licked his lips as he eyed Neji hungrily. "The little twerp filled out nicely."

"You are not to go near him or my daughter. Get what you came here for and leave." Hiashi bit out crisply.

A sudden sense of dread washed over the clan head as the man turned his cold violet eyes on him. "You tryna' order me around me?" He asked his voice deathly calm. "You know I was this," He used two of his fingers to add emphasis. "Fucking close from being balls deep in a nice piece of ass before I was called in to collect a measly debt! So I'm more than a little frustrated at the moment and if you don't want me to take that frustration out on your sweet little nephew I suggest you shut the fuck up."

Hiashi frowned in distaste at the man's vulgarness, but remained silent. He glanced around to make sure that no one was in hearing range. Luckily, they were alone and the two teenagers did not hear their exchange either.

The assassin faced the dojo again and marveled at the grandeur young man one last time before he decided to carry out his job. This would not be the last time that he saw the boy - he would make sure of that.

"Let's get this over with." Hidan finally said.

"If you would please follow me." Hiashi did not wait for a response. They walked through the mansion and straight into the parlor. After tapping on the wall near the fireplace three times, it was opened to reveal a dark passageway. Hiashi silently led the way with Hidan right on his heels.

The dimly lit corridor smelled of damp and perished plaster. It was narrow and the stairs were slightly creaking as well. Their journey lasted about five minutes before they walked into a massive bedroom.

Lying on the bed was a person with their arms and legs tied. A black hood was on their face, but long dark hair was visible as it flowed down their back.

Hidan cautiously approached the bed. "Has she been drugged?"

"Yes. You have about three hours before she wakes up." Hiashi walked over to a large oak door that lead to the back of the estate. "Use this door, no one will see you."

Hidan picked the woman up and carried her bridal style to the back door. Before he walked out of it he gave the clan head a vicious grin. "Man you really are a fucked up person." He looked down at the woman in his arms. "You treat the branch members of your family like they're expendable, for fuck's sake. Madara told me that you actually owe him two forms of payment, but did he tell you that he plans on allowing me to have the second one? You know since it was me who actually did that favor for you."

Hiashi's blood ran cold and his palms began to sweat at the man's words. "He assured me that he would collect the second payment on his own."

Laughing, Hidan opened the door. "Looks as if he changed his mind. I've already seen what I want and I will collect it on my own time." With that he walked out of the door and slammed it shut with his foot.

More than a decade had passed since Hiashi Hyuga felt any signs of remorse or grief, but at that moment all of the suppressed emotions started to weigh heavy on him. Unsteadily, he walked over to the king sized bed and sat at the foot of it.

His entire body shook with tears that would not fall. "What have I done?"

-o0o-

"Neji..."

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure..."

"I said I'm fine, Hinata!" Neji waved a dismissive hand. "We are done for the day."

Hinata looked down at her hands in utter shock. It had to have been a dream, surely that was the only plausible explanation for what had just occurred. She looked up to see that her older cousin was still holding his side. Since the start of their fight she could tell that something was off about Neji. When she asked him if he were alright he assured her that everything was fine.

But now she knew that it was a lie because something had to be wrong if she was able to win a match against him. Instead of basking in sweet victory, she was seriously concerned for her cousin's well-being. Yes, she was honestly that nice.

For Neji's part, he was busy cursing out a certain Uchiha in his head. The raven had been insistent on 'sealing the deal' until the wee hours of the morning - his still recovering body be damned.

Neji had asked the man what was the point of him soaking and he replied in a very smug manner, "It was to prepare you for round two." However, it did not just end at a round two, but instead a third round. Long story short - Neji missed his first class of the day.

To think that his perfect attendance record was thrown out of the window for a night of great sex. Though, if he were being honest with himself he would admit that he didn't regret anything about last night.

"Neji?"

He looked up to see his cousin eyeing him sympathetically. Only Hinata would feel bad about winning a simple sparring match. Sighing, he removed his hand from his sore ribs and gave her a gentle pat on the shoulder. "You did well, Hinata. I assure you I'm fine." Neji would leave out the fact that he was not in the best shape to begin with. It was pointless to even bring up.

"You had me worried there for a second." She gave him a bright smile. Then it faltered. "I wish my father could have been here to see."

"That still does not change the fact that you won, Hinata. Remember what I told you?"

"Yes." She sighed. "I should want to improve for myself, not him or anyone else."

"Exactly."

"So..." Hinata started.

Retaining an eye roll, Neji raked his fingers through his hair. "Just ask the question Hinata."

"Um, how was your weekend? You seem a little more relaxed than usual."

Neji pulled a face in disgust. "Did you just wiggle your eyebrows at me? Ugh, that dog boy is rubbing off on you."

"His name is Kiba. You know that." She lowered her voice and placed a hand over a mouth. "Did you do it?"

"Do what?"

"You know...it. Did you do it?"

"I don't think I'm following you..." Oh wait there's a light bulb. "Oh you're asking me if...Hinata!" There was no way in seven hells that he was going to discuss his sex life with his younger cousin.

Hinata giggled in an innocent way, as if she wasn't trying to pry into someone's sex life minutes ago.

Speaking of sex life, Neji crossed his arms over his chest. "Since we're on the subject I think it's time I have another chat with the Inuzuka."

"No! The last time you two talked you threatened to neuter him!"

"And I meant it. Trust me; neutering is a far cry from what your father would to do him if he found out."

"I know. But I love him." Hinata said quietly.

The three words were said with such conviction; no hesitation or no stammering. A few years ago, Neji would have taunted the girl for saying such a thing. Hell he probably would have beat the crap out of her as well. He had been so bitter and angry after his dad died that he would often take it out on Hinata. Being the altruistic person that she is, none of it deterred her from being kind to him.

Eventually, he realized that Hinata was not to blame for his dad's death. There wasn't anyone to blame; everyone knows you can't change your fate.

Friday had come in the blink of an eye. Without Tenten being in town, Neji didn't really have any plans. Majority of his friends were in relationships and Fridays were dedicated to their significant other, so he was accustomed to spending the night at home.

There were those nights when Shikamaru would stop by to get a break from Temari. That was until the upperclassmen followed him there one night. She had been under the impression that he was cheating on her.

Surely, she should have known that the Nara was too lazy to even think about cheating. Since that huge misunderstanding, Shikamaru never visited on designated date nights.

Neji had just finished eating when he decided to put a movie on.

"Taken 3? Seriously how many times can one person be taken?"

Seeing that there was nothing else on that he was remotely interested in he decided on the action film. Itachi was never far from his thoughts. Whenever he wasn't focused on his studies or training his mind was on the Uchiha.

Even now, as he watched the over the top movie. Could Itachi do those types of things? The thought crossed his mind as the lead actor easily killed a large group of men.

Half an hour into the movie his eyelids grew heavy. Blame it on his busy week or the fact that the movie was terribly cliché but either way he eventually dosed off.

Neji woke up to the smell of buttered popcorn. This was odd because he couldn't remember popping any popcorn at all. Lifting up from the couch, he caught a glimpse of dark colors in his peripheral.

Whathefuck?

"Itachi?!" Neji yelled as he abruptly stood up.

Sitting comfortably in the love seat munching on a bowl of popcorn was none other than Uchiha Itachi.

"This is a terrible movie." Itachi took another bite of popcorn.

"How did you get in here? The door was locked!"

The raven's eyes remained on the screen as he spoke. "Do you think that a simple lock can deter me?"

"So not only did you break into my condo, but you also helped yourself to my food as well?" Neji approached the love seat. "This is the third time that you came here uninvited, Uchiha."

"You didn't seem to mind any of my previous visits." He gave the Hyuga a knowing look.

Neji snorted. "Don't flatter yourself!"

"Would you like some popcorn?"

Staring down at the offered bowl, Neji pulled a face. "I have the right to take the entire bowl from you if I wish. Seeing that it is my popcorn in my bowl."

"So possessive over a few kernels and a plastic bowl. Are you that immature?"

"Immature!" Neji raised his head in a snobbish gesture. "I assure you that it is you who are being immature."

Itachi couldn't help the small smile that graced his face. Neji's behavior was incredibly endearing and he was enjoying their playful banter.

"You're right." Itachi placed the bowl on the coffee table and stood up. "I overstepped my boundaries. I'll be leaving now."

Wait for it. Itachi headed to the door, was about to open it when -

"Well you're here now, so you might as well just stay for a while."

He smoothed out his features before turning around. "Are you sure, Neji?"

"Yes, but you can stay for an hour or so. I have plans later." Neji lied.

Itachi knew he was lying, but decided to play along. "What kind of plans." He stood in front of the Hyuga, their chests were almost touching.

"Well," Neji licked his lips and dark eyes tracked the movement. "I was going to hang with a friend."

"A friend? Is this friend male by any chance?"

"Yes. We were going to go for drinks."

"Cancel it."

Neji looked at him incredulously. "Cancel? Such a rude thing to do." He was enjoying himself more than he should. Purposefully trying to get a rise out of Itachi could easily turn for the worse. His theory was proven when the raven forcefully kissed him; his hands yanked his hair almost painfully. It was a short kiss but the message was clear.

Make believe or not cancel the fucking date.

Itachi knew that the man had been joking, but the mere thought of Neji out with another man made his blood boil. He needed to control his possessive nature. Neji did not belong to him.

Abruptly, he ended the kiss and took a step back.

"Well that escalated quickly." Neji tried to make light of the situation. Maybe he was being a tad immature tonight, but his mood did improve at the sight of Itachi.

"Hn. Come here." Itachi motioned with his index finger.

Neji's feet began to move before his mind registered the obvious command. Faintly, he wondered if that was what it felt like to be compelled by a vampire. He could picture Itachi with a red cape, a window's peak and fangs - the whole nine yards.

When he was close enough, Itachi placed his hands on Neji's waist. "I really want to fuck you tonight." He said his voice husky.

"What's stopping you?" Neji challenged.

"Your pants. Take them off."

"Wait," Neji looked around the room. "Right here in the living room?"

Itachi looked around as well. "You live alone right?" He asked. His hands moved to work on the zipper of Neji's jeans.

"Yes, but still it's the living room."

"Hmm. Well I think the living room is a perfect place. When you were asleep and I was watching that God awful movie, I thought about fucking you in that chair to be exact." He pointed to the leather love seat. "The image was so vivid; you were -" He leaned in closer and whispered the rest of the sentence into Neji's ear.

Hyugas didn't blush; it was against their code of emotional deficiency. But Neji found it hard not to at that moment.

Itachi smirked, feeling smug as ever. "What do you say, Neji?"

Credits were rolling on the television now, the movie was over. He hadn't expected to spend his Friday night like this, but it was much better than playing shogi all night with Shikamaru. The love seat had been a house warming gift from his uncle, Hiashi. For some reason that made Neji even more eager to get fucked in it. It was shameful; utterly appalling behavior, but he couldn't deny the fact that he hadn't felt that alive since - well since they had sex almost a week ago.

Neji could taste the buttery salty taste of popcorn in Itachi's mouth as they kissed. He dove his tongue in deeper trying to find the taste that solely belonged to the raven. Their clothes were off and scattered around the living room; he thought Itachi had been a bit dramatic when he carelessly tossed them around. This was where he entertained guests, served tea to his uncle and cousin when they visited. Not a place to allow an attractive man to have his way with him.

Once Itachi penetrated him, they sighed in unison; as if they had been waiting on that connection all week. His back was facing Itachi's chest as he straddled him and the raven had begun a slow deep grind to give him time to adjust before he went to town.

Itachi gripped his hair tightly and yanked his head back. "Look at the door. See how it's unlocked and anyone can walk in at any moment?" He bit down on Neji's ear as he continued to thrust deeper. "How does that make you feel, Neji?"

Honestly, Hiashi and the clan council could walk through that door right now and Neji wouldn't give two fucks. The lewd obscenities that poured from Itachi's mouth, made it clear that he didn't care who caught them at that moment either.

Neji was pushed over the edge first and Itachi followed right behind him. They just laid there for while afterwards trying to calm their hammering hearts.

When the room stopped spinning, Neji stood up; he was thankful that he could actually walk this time. He headed to his bedroom and knew that Itachi was right behind him.

From the first night they had sex he learned a few things about the Uchiha. Itachi always showered before or after sex. At first, Neji thought he had been joking when he used his shower twice that night. Also, Itachi did not stay over after sex; once the deed was done he usually left.

However, the last time that they had sex (after round 3) he stayed a full hour before he left. Itachi had been under the impression that Neji was sleeping when in fact he wasn't. He would never mention it to the man, even though he wanted to ask him why he just stood there watching him instead of getting in with him.

Yeah, it was creepy, but it's Itachi. He's the epitome of creepy.

"Bath or shower?" Neji asked the man as they both walked in the bathroom.

"Shower."

Surprisingly, they didn't do much in the shower besides kiss. Neji was grateful because he didn't think that sex in the shower was all that appealing. The floor was slippery, and giving a blowjob in a shower was similar to medieval torture. You would need knees of steel to kneel on a linoleum surface for that long.

"Neji, I wanna try something..."

He wanted to try something as if fucking in the living room wasn't "trying something" for Neji.

"Try what?" Neji asked while he detangled his hair - in a very masculine way.

Not only was Itachi a vampire but apparently he was a magician as well. A pair of handcuffs and a blindfold seemed to materialize out of thin air. If anyone would have told him that Itachi Uchiha was this kinky he wouldn't have believed them.

TBC