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Dedicated to all you sexy bitches. You know who you are. Call me. :wink: XD

I typed this ENTIRE thing in two hours :amazed:

Sasuke grunted as he felt the cold air from outside hit his naked skin, his mind hazy and confused. He didn't remember the window being open when he'd fallen asleep, so why was it so damn cold? Flinching at an annoying gust of fresh air, he rolled over and snapped his eyes open, his hair flung about messily. Sitting up, he glared at the old window that was open half way, the white curtains fluttering around.

Swinging his legs over the side of the large bed, he pressed his feet onto the floor and hissed at how cold it was, his toes curling inward to find warmth. He stood up and went to close the window, slamming it downward with so much force that the chipped paint came off and fell to the ground. Turning slowly, he saw that Naruto was still asleep, one leg hanging over the edge of the mattress, his mouth open slightly, and his shirt riding up his stomach.

He snorted in amusement and crawled back in bed, yanking the sheets out from under his lover's heavy body, so he could cover him up more effectively. There was a disturbance in the blond's light snoring, then it picked up in volume and his right foot twitched.

Sasuke almost laughed at the scene, but that urge turned into the urge to yawn, his jaw popping loudly as he did so. He laid down and curled up close to Naruto, desiring the other's body heat. But as his eyes closed, there was a scratching sound somewhere in the room and his eyes shot open, once again. He lifted his head and looked around in confusion, but shook the unknown sound off as nothing important, his head falling back onto the pillow.

He almost nodded off this time, but then the sound echoed around the room again, accompanied by a creaking of the floor boards. Sitting up quickly, Sasuke scanned the bedroom, but didn't see anything except for the bath towels Naruto had tossed on the floor and their clothes for today on the dresser.

Maybe I'm hearing things, he fumbled with the possibility in his head, but all of his thoughts came to a screeching halt when he heard it again, this time near the foot of the bed. Throwing the thick blanket aside, he crawled to the end of the bed and looked down, staring at a little remote control car that was trying to get itself unstuck from a small corner created from one of the bed's legs and a few dusty boxes under the bed.

Reaching down, he grabbed it and lifted it up, inspecting it thoroughly until a groan from Naruto interrupted him. He turned and watched his boyfriend rub at his closed eyes, yawning at the same time.

"Mmm, what time is it?" he asked sleepily. "Isn't it too early for you to be up? And damn, it's cold in here!" he complained, covering his face with the blankets that Sasuke had graciously given him. "Was the window open or something?"

Sasuke went back to the head of the bed and crossed his legs, fiddling around with the car. "I woke up and it was open. You didn't open it last night before you went to bed?"

"Hell no," Naruto obviously wasn't a morning person. "I fell asleep right after you did last night. Ugghnnn, who cares who opened the window? Make me some pancakes."

The raven chuckled and stood, stretching a bit. He continued to poke and prod at the electronic toy as he went to leave the room. "Chocolate chip, right?" he received a grunt in response and he left to go down the hall, surprised to find Majik fully awake and standing right outside of the door. "Majik?"

"Oh! Ya found it!" the teen snatched the remote control car from the Uchiha and pulled a tiny screwdriver out of his pocket, pushing the tip into the 'x' shaped screw on the bottom. "I used it to take pictures of Haru-ru and Little Miss last night, but they caught me, so I had to hide it."

"..." Sasuke frowned. "You violated someone's privacy and took pictures, then hid the evidence in my bedroom?"

Majik nodded and whooped in joy when the bottom came open and a small square fell out. He inspected it, then tucked it into his pocket with a shit eating grin. "The only place I could think of where Little Miss wouldn't look would be in your room. Your door was locked last night, though, so I broke open your window and put it in that way."

Sasuke scowled at him now, not very happy with that bit of information.

"I was goin' to just find a way to unlock the door, but Weasel-san had taken my lock-picking kit before we moved in here," he nodded to himself and hugged the little vehicle to his chest. "Well, I'm goin' to go with Nii-san to the store to get these pictures developed, so I'll see you later, Sasu-Ojiichan!" he saluted, then took off down the hall.

Sighing, the ex-actor followed the boy's trail and made a turn to the left once he made it to the kitchen, opening the cabinet above the stove to get the pancake mix out. He didn't even notice that Itachi was sitting at the kitchen table until the sound of a glass coffee cup being settled onto a plastic coaster rung throughout the spacious room. He turned and watched his brother flip through the newspaper, dark eyes scanning every article in detail.

"Did you know that your 'son' took pictures of Haruka and Silo last night?" he asked his older brother, grabbing a bowl out of the cupboard to put the pancake mix in.

Itachi didn't look up from the black and white paper. "He was gloating about it just a few moments ago before he and Hidan left for the store, so yes, I know."

Sasuke raised a brow. "Do you know why he took the pictures? Or what they're for?"

"From what I heard, he took pictures of them kissing and plans on putting them on his own website."

"...You're allowing him to do that?" the shorter of the two growled, pouring the mix into the sickly white bowl.

"Being the business typhoon I am, I'm quite proud of him. In order to become successful and powerful in life, you must do whatever it takes to get to the top. Even if that includes stealing, blackmail, murder, or even taking pictures of intimate moments between two men."

The way he said it so casually actually made Sasuke crack a smile. He was mad that his son's privacy was ignored, but he somewhat agreed with Itachi. Being an actor and having played a role in the business world for a short time, he understood what it took to get to the top of a company. But when he thought of Majik as a typhoon with a suit and his hair slicked back like Hidan's... he began to feel sorry for whoever was going to work for him in the future, if that was the career path he followed.

"So Majik plans on being a company owner like you, hmm?"

Itachi flipped to another page in the paper, seeming more interested in it than with their conversation. "Yes, he plans on becoming the leader of the Akatsuki once I die. Of course, he'll have to become a member first."

Sasuke narrowed his eyes suddenly as he finished the mix for the pancakes and got a frying pan out, sitting it on the stove. "You're allowing him to join your organization? Don't you think it would be too dangerous for him? He's so young."

This time, Itachi closed the newspaper and looked up at his brother seriously. "Hidan and I know that, but we became members at an early age too."

"That's more of a reason to keep him out!"

"We're not forcing him into the Akatsuki, Otouto. We don't want him to become involved, but there will come a time in the near future when Orochimaru will do something that will create so much anger in his heart... and then he'll come to me and ask for a position in the Akatsuki, so he can get revenge. The same thing happened to Hidan and I when we were young, I'm sure you remember."

Sasuke flinched as he cooked.

"And I will not refuse him. I remember holding so much hate for that snake when he betrayed Hidan and I so long ago. I remember begging and pleading for Leader-sama to take me in as a member of the Akatsuki... I desired it more than anything. So if Majik is ever pained by something Orochimaru does and he comes to us for a position, I will not deny it to him, because I know how it feels. No one in this world is able to ignore the desire for revenge."

Sasuke sighed and finished with the hotcakes, putting both of them onto a plate.

"Well, whenever that happens, just make sure you watch over him. He may be odd and a little eccentric, but he's still my nephew," he smiled to himself.

Itachi scoffed. "And he's my son."

Chuckling, Sasuke left his brother alone in the kitchen as he went back down the hall toward his bedroom, the plate of hot chocolate chip pancakes in his grasp, western utensils on the plate. He could hear a television blaring from Silo's room on the way there and peaked in, just to see what he was doing.

Silo was leaning against Haruka's chest on his bed, the both of them enjoying a comedy. The crow laughed softly, almost delicately, at funny parts, while Haruka let his lips twitch upward at the jokes. He couldn't see the actors, but he didn't need to in order to understand it. Their left hands were together beside them, fingers twined together like ivy on a fence, both of them looking completely at peace in the dim room.

Moving away, Sasuke went to his bedroom, suddenly wondering what Itachi had meant earlier by "taking pictures of intimate moments." He froze in the doorway, his body becoming stiff. He idly wondered if Silo and Haruka were already having sex. Thinking of the young, black-haired teenager becoming a sexual being somewhat scared Sasuke.

At that moment, he finally knew what a real father had to go through when his daugter found a boyfriend for the first time.

"Sasuke?" Naruto asked, staring at the man who was frozen at the front of the bedroom. He grinned at the sight of the pancakes. "Oi, Teme, get your ass over here. You look like you've just seen a ghost."

Hearing the blond's voice, Sasuke shook his head to rid himself of the ridiculous thoughts and settled himself down beside Naruto, handing him the white plate. The room was now bright because of the sunlight that streamed through the open blinds, various birds flying by and hopping from tree branch to tree branch outside in one of the many yards of the main Uchiha household. The soft purring of the air conditioner could be heard over Naruto's noisy chewing and he could faintly hear the television in Silo's bedroom.

Naruto noticed the spaced out look on the raven's face and he scrunched his nose up, lowering the plate to his lap. He swallowed the last piece of pancake and reached a hand forward to poke at Sasuke's cheek, drawing those dark orbs toward him. He grinned.

"What's bothering you?"

"Nothing much."

"Che, that's a bunch of crap. With Uchiha Sasuke, there's no such thing as 'nothing much'. So spill," Naruto urged.

Sasuke sighed.

"Well, I'm afraid that Silo and Haruka might have already become sexual with each other. I don't want to go into detail on how I know why, but I just think he's too young to want to do something like that. He just started going out with him. Haruka might be older by two years, but Silo's still only fifteen."

The blond blinked, then broke out into loud, obnoxious laughter. It was very similar to Majik's laugh, except lacking the occasional snort. Wiping at his blue eyes, Naruto let out a wavering breath and smiled like an idiot, the sides of his mouth reach from one ear to the other.

"Come on Sasuke, do you really think Silo would have sex so early in a relationship? He might like Haruka, but he's not going to reach that step with him until he knows he's in love with him. I taught him that and practically preached it to him... though I was sort of a hypocrite, since I would have sex with women who I didn't love..." he stared at his plate, but then shook his head and grinned once again, but not as bright as before. "But Silo's a good kid and you should trust him. He's had sex before, yeah, but he had no control over the situation whatsoever."

Sasuke nodded slowly. "I trust him. I just suppose I'm being too fatherly..."

Naruto laughed, the sound like bells. It wasn't the loud, cackling laugh like before. "Like a father witnessing his daughter dating for the first time. I don't worry about his choices, except when Melee comes out, so I've never really felt what you're feeling... But is it just like the dads on those Nick at Night shows?"

"I suppose. But I'm sure it's different in many ways, considering he's a boy and not a girl, so I don't have to worry about him getting pregnant," he smiled when Naruto snickered childishly. "And I haven't had him as a son for too long, so it feels like I'm about to lose him before I can really get to know him."

Naruto's smile slipped from his face at that sentence and he transferred the plate from his lap to the brown nightstand to his left. Leaning forward, he placed a large hand on the top of Sasuke's head. It seemed like a friendly and silly gesture, but between them, it was intimate and told each of them words that weren't spoken.

"He's not leaving anytime soon, so don't worry," was what the one silly gesture said, and it made Sasuke smile in response. The both of them had ways of communicating with each other without even opening their mouths. One glance was an open book to their soul, a smile spoke volumes, and a single touch could make or break them.

But despite that, neither of them really knew how deep their bond was. They didn't notice that with every smile and kiss they shared with each other, the roots of their feelings only dug deeper and deeper.

xXxXx

Kakashi sat with Iruka at the kitchen table with Itachi, the both of them across from the Akatsuki leader. Itachi had on a casual pair of jeans and a black turtleneck sweater, the attire looking better on him than it would've looked on most anyone else. Iruka hadn't aged much physically, except for the laugh lines around his mouth that appeared when he smiled brightly at a joke Kakashi would make while waiting for Itachi to speak. The weasel seemed to be contemplating something.

Finally looking up, he cleared his throat and laced his fingers together on the table top.

"Today, I'm starting my 'game'," were all the words that slipped through his pink lips. But they were enough to make Iruka look over at his lover and for Kakashi to sigh and lean back in his chair, arms crossed. The voices of the news anchors were hushed in the background by the sound of ice machine in the fridge.

Iruka's dark skin and soft hair made him look so young as he stared at Itachi in worry. "Today? Don't you think it's a little too soon. Gaara-kun told me all about it, and I assumed you would need more time to plan everything out."

Itachi shook his head slightly. "It only took me a few nights to create a plan," he turned his attention to Kakashi. "Now, Kakashi, would you mind calling Noburo-san for me? Tell him that he may relieve Takaya from his substitute position at my company."

Kakashi nodded and pulled out his cellphone, quickly pushing in the numbers and pressing the cold device to his ear, the soft sound of ringing filling his right ear. His good eye landed on Itachi's blank face.

"May I ask you why you're suddenly taking back your position at the company? You told me last month that you didn't plan on directing or playing in any more films this year," he asked.

Itachi chuckled. "There were a few changes. In order to start this game, the pawns must be pushed forward on the board."

"Pawns...?" Iruka quietly asked.

"Good afternoon, Konnagi Noburo speaking," a raspy voice spoke from the other end of the line.

"Ah, good afternoon, Noburo-san."

"Hatake-san, what a surprise!" the voice laughed, "I haven't seen you for months. How have you been?"

Kakashi smiled underneath his mask. "I've been doing well. But I've called strictly for business, on behalf of Uchiha Itachi. He wants you to relieve Takaya of his position as temporary owner of his company, since he plans on returning."

There was a silence, then a thoughtful grumble. "Is that so? Why has he suddenly decided to go back?"

Kakashi looked at Itachi expectantly, as well as Iruka.

The long-haired male kept his face calm as he spoke.

"Because the game will start with my pawns taking a huge leap forward," he began to answer. "Sasuke and Naruto-kun will be reintroduced into the acting world today, will draw Orochimaru's attention to them, once again."

Iruka bit his lip. "I-Isn't that a bit risky?"

Itachi smiled.

"You have to take risks in order to win a game, Umino-san."