Hi…new chapter then!

NARUTO

Itachi stared hard at the ceiling above him. Naruto had just gone to his old bathroom to change from the formal clothing he'd been made to wear. He stared at the ceiling, laid tensely on the blankets Naruto had left behind from his initial move, and thought what on earth his reply to that statement should have been.

"I…I didn't mean…to not fight back…"

He'd laughed at himself; Naruto. He'd said that, accepted the silence and chuckled pathetically to himself.

"But I didn't, did I? I took it like a whore, ne?"

Itachi couldn't get the tone of spite and loathing that sentence was marinated in from his head.

"I knew he was marrying my team mate, my…best friend, and I…" He'd trailed off then. "I screwed up, didn't I? Like always." A gentle smile overcame thin lips and Itachi couldn't have been more confused. "I think there're still some blankets here. They were here before I was…"

Itachi turned his head to the side, facing the standard dark Shinobi pants and undershirt Naruto had unsealed from a scroll and gave to him. Absently, he fingered his own scroll filled with bare essentials a Shinobi might need. The blond had pulled the scroll from an attachment upon his thigh, muttering something about old habits dying hard, before taking himself and his own set of clothes into his old bathroom.

Hearing a stir from the door to Naruto's past bedroom, Itachi glanced toward that direction and watched as Naruto calmly and slowly shuffled over. With a melancholy grace, Naruto fell to his knees beside Itachi within the mass of blankets. Slowly, azure eyes separated from dark ones and looked down and around at their makeshift bed.

"Are there any more?" He asked, referring to the blankets.

Itachi sat up, bringing Naruto's gaze to his own.

"Why have you not changed, Naruto-kun?"

"I don't want to rip what was brought me."

"It is merely a kimono, Naruto-kun. It is not important."

"…It is to me…Please, just…" Naruto trailed off, reaching and taking one of Itachi's larger hands in both of his and bringing it to the knot at his back, preparing to turn and let the Nuke-nin undress him.

Unexpectedly, Itachi's other hand came around to Naruto's waist and lifted him onto and around himself. Strong hands pulled hard and effectively at the knot they'd tied. Itachi never moved his eyes from Naruto's; opting to watch the eyes that held certainty, resolve and life, rather than the solemn face and defeated posture.

In silence, folds of the kimono began to fall away, until the boy was in one thin cloth, separating his tan skin from the small drafts the apartment allowed through. Naruto gasped as chilled hands slid beneath that last obstacle and briefly roamed his torso, before opening the plain white cloth wide.

Only then did black eyes deter from shocking blue, closing in on bronzed skin as now, slightly warmer hands, splayed out on thighs. Appreciatively, those same hands that have been covered in blood from countless deaths, caressed the soft skin beneath their fingers, rising higher to growing hips and pulling the willing body towards their owner.

Naruto allowed himself to be dragged closer, even going with a whimper of approval. As the blond raised his own hands, he finally started to feel nervous. With hesitance, the blond placed his hands on the Uchiha's own chest, one hand going lower and the other going around a pale neck as lips descended onto his own.

Still acting mute, Itachi snapped and gripped the younger male's wrist before it had chance to continue it's journey through his own clothing and onto his responding member. Undeterred, Naruto hardened his resolve through his eyes and pushed himself further into the unimpressed Uchiha; who now stared at him with furrowed brows and a forgotten kiss. Still persistent, Naruto began to close in on Itachi's mouth, only to have the man turn his face away. The next try had the same results.

"Itachi." Naruto addressed, a confused frown now marring his face. "Please, don't turn away from me now." He lowered a blond head to a broad shoulder. "Please, make me forget. Please…"

Only the whispering of the wind answered him.

"Fine. Be that way." Naruto growled. "You started this and now-"

Naruto was briskly cut off as his retreating body was pulled hard into Itachi's own and against the evidence of his arousal. "This is what you do to me, Naruto-kun…but, I was using this as a distraction to examine your seal."

Immediately, Itachi caught the hand that reached around to slap him, holding the wrist, as previously. With rage in his eyes, the blond lashed out with his other, struggling atop the clan member and only making said clan member's problem worse.

"Bastard." Came the exasperated and hurt voice of his captured prey before he struggled more, a strange glint in his irises that Itachi couldn't distinguish. "Get off me!" The blond called out in a rage.

"Naruto-ku-" Itachi's eyes widened slightly in surprise, when he was cut off with a suddenly passionate Jinchuriki covering his lips with his own and proceeding in a dominant and desperate frenzy.

Itachi dug his fingers in blond locks and yanked the blond head away from his face. He stared into dazed, confident eyes and opened his mouth, fully intent on asking the confusing boy what the hell he was doing and for what fucking reason, with all the frustration he'd compiled since he had made his unorthodox promise with the blond…when he recognised it. That little emotion that kept flittering in the young man's eyes, which they both pretended wasn't there; just a little flicker of uncertain love.

Itachi's hesitance was enough for Naruto to attach nimble fingers beneath cloth and on a heated erection. For the blond, it felt like time had stopped between his bold decision and the time in which it took for Itachi to viciously claim his mouth. Time suddenly felt so precious, as if what they were doing now, they might never get to do again. And, as such, Naruto dove in at full throttle, grasping the wavering hook before this precious thing had chance to escape.

In this mentality, Naruto barely realised that he'd divested Itachi of the top half of his kimono, letting the material pool at his waist; only there for a second before it joined the pile of his own that lay abandoned on the bed. He did notice, however, the now showing manhood of his recent lodger. A furious blush came with the knowledge that, actually, he'd never been in such a situation of control and, as such, was at a complete loss as what to do.

Sure, he knew about sex. He'd had sex enough times to know quite well. The problem was that he'd never controlled any of it and the closest he'd ever come to foreplay was when Sasuke gave him a blow job; which always made him blush whenever he thought about it - whether he hated the Teme or not. And now, staring directly at the cock, stood to attention, he flushed deeply once more.

"Naruto-kun." Itachi spoke in a deep husk, turning the blond's head toward him. "If you don't want to-"

"No! I-I do, it's just I…don't really know what I'm…doing." Naruto looked away cutely, fortunately to the side because, Itachi assumed, the reaction to his dick twitching in response, may have been a negative one.

"Then don't, Naruto-kun." Itachi responded, bringing the blond's face up so their eyes met.

"I want to." Naruto defied, staring directly at the Uchiha's manhood once more. "Can you…teach me, Itachi?" Red blazing on whiskered cheeks.

"Forgive me, Naruto, but…I'm not sure either. Maybe we should just-" Itachi's breath hitched and he stifled a gasp as Naruto covered as much of him as he could on the first contact. As he felt the constricting throat close upon the head it took all self restrain the had not to buck upwards or drag the blond head further around him.

Between the gagging throat and trying sucks, it was fast becoming too much for the older man, who quickly ripped the teen's head from his own, breathlessly. But, as he looked into glassy blue eyes coupled with the tears forced out of swollen ducts in his stubborn persistence, he only became more mesmerised, slamming his lips on the self-inflicted puffy ones of Naruto. Those that had been around his cock.

In his own frenzy, he hardly noticed Naruto's shuffling. It was only when warmth began consuming his steadfast erection did he grasp out and hold onto bronze skin, steadying the hips and halting the downward movement. Naruto's eyes bolted open at the bruising grip; looking desperately toward Itachi.

"Why are you stopping me? Please, Itachi. Just make me forget. I don't want to remember him anymore. Not at all."

The words were spoken, but all Itachi could see was the desperate passion in his bed mate's sapphire and pained eyes, along with the end of his erection penetrating and inside of this dangerous beauty. All he could feel was heat and excitement, pushing the blood so fast and hot in his veins. And all he could hear were the beats, breaths and groan Naruto's words were accompanies with.

The only reason he'd stopped the blond was because of his own 'irrational' fear that he'd lose control again and form another 'worthless' regret of hurting the Jinchiruki. With his blood pumping so ferociously, his emotions running so wildly and feeling so fucking good that he wanted to ram up and in, breaking and tearing; he feared his cursed seal. Because that one thing could control him.

But looking into those eyes swimming with emotion and longing and belonging, he couldn't stop, even if he wanted to; because, then he realised, he could lose it all anyway. Something that he wanted - a desire he hadn't felt in so long - could slip away because he let go. So with steady hands and a shaking heart, he guided down the rebellious blond and controlled him. Because it was the only way he could control himself.

As Naruto rode him, he realised that it was the most careful he'd ever been. It could have been because the blond was taped and glued and patched over so many times that this time he could break completely. It could have been because this time it was he, Itachi, that fixed those shattered pieces. It could have been because of a duty from so long ago.

Or it could have been because he saw that love, appreciation, honesty - it could be that he wants them, desires them - and is growing a weakness to feeling them back.

NARUTO

Umm how was that? A bit longer, right? Just a little, at least. I just want it to be out; I still haven't gotten used to the keyboard on this laptop and have to learn different finger spreads, Gomen - it sucks bollocks with my frustration of it.

TIMELINE

October - (Late) SasuNaru begins.

November - (Early) Pregnant, (Around 10th) Party, (Mid) Day mission, SasuIno (Late) Mission starts.

December - (Early) Mission ends, Sakura Pregnant, (Week later) SasuSaku marriage told, Naruto moves teams, (Late) Failed visits, Observe NejiHina, KakaNaru talk.

January - (Early) Kakashi makes a lie, NejiHina told to be false. (Mid) Sakura tries visiting. (Week later) last failed visit.

February - (Early) Questions of father stop, (Mid) Sakura's baby's sex, Sasu rapes Naru, Naru moves. (Late) Meets Sakura, Stops training.

March - (Mid) Finds Itachi, Saves Itachi, finds Itachi's curse seal, InoSaku talk, Stag do (interrogation), SasuSaku wedding, ItaNaru consummated

August - (Early) Naru's due date.

September - (Early) Sakura's due date.

In order of occurrences (bold is this chapter), tell me if I've missed anything and I'll add more as it's revealed.