Castles of Sand

A/N: Sorry for the late update. I was just too lazy to edit it.
With this chapter, we've officially reached the last leg of Naruto's stay in Japan. For now, enjoy the smut and the fluff. XD

"Why are you doing this?" I text Sasuke.

I don't want to meet him. Every meeting we've had has just made me hate him more and more. And not just that, I can see the added strain it's putting on Itachi. I know the right thing to do is break up. I mean, it's permanently ruining a relationship my lover has literally lived for. I can't even begin to imagine the pain he must be feeling for having to estrange his real brother. But every time I close my eyes, I can only see a world with Itachi in it.

Sasuke calls me then but I reject his call.

"Too afraid to meet and speak face-to-face or even call?" Sasuke replies back.

I grit my teeth and my nose flares in anger. This little shit!

"Something like that," I reply after taking a deep breath and letting the anger go.

"Pussy," I anticipated this.

"At least I'm not a liar," I bring the agenda back on the table.

"That doesn't matter. All that matters is what people believe." Jesus Christ! This man just doesn't know when to quit.

"Like I care. I'm leaving soon anyway. Wasn't it you who reminded me of booking my flight home?" I slide it in. This poison inside me wanted out. It had destroyed a part of me and I fairly resented him for it.

"Ah yeah. Are you ready to say your goodbyes?" Sasuke really is mean.

"Goodbyes? It's called a little parting," Foolish little brother, indeed.

"Heh. Dream about what you will. I'm glad you're only here for another month or two. I'm looking forward to the expression on your face when he tells you "this is it" and waves you goodbye." His words are a trigger to the niggling remnant of fear that lurks in my chest. But I trust him. I trust him with every inch of me.

"Sasuke, I've told you this only a million times before but I'll give it to you in writing. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. But not with you. So please understand that this is none of your fucking business, and stay out of it."

I block him finally. For good measure.

Itachi looks down at my dark blue shirt and white jeans and hums in approval. I've rolled up the sleeves of my shirt. The air conditioner is on full blast in Shisui's restaurant where my Itachi-sama has planned our local date. I hate his choice of venue. I'm very nervous about encountering Shisui and something tells me that I will.

That pink-haired girl who has a crush on Sasuke comes dashing towards our table, startling us. I watch her green eyes run across the both of us. Their shine dims a little when she doesn't see Sasuke and then she frowns when she sees us sitting together. Of course, she's seen the video! This is just great! I nod when she requests us to press the bell to call her, dismissing her quickly. She dashes back as fast as she came.

Now I see Sasuke's game plan.

I force my eyes away from her to find Itachi's on mine. "Hey," he says, his hand moving to mine under the table.

I take a deep breath and dispel this gloom I'm feeling. "Hey," I smile at him.

He smiles back and my spirits lift immediately. "You're here on a date with me, Naruto-kun! Pay attention!"

My lips tilt up in a naughty grin. "And how should I do that?" I ask.

"Hmm," he thinks for a moment. "You could start by maybe not staring at others." A grin matching my own lifts the corners of his lips as he regards me. "I dare you to only look at me. And not get up from your seat tonighttill I tell you to."

"That's an easy one! Do we use a safe word?" I laugh delightedly when he blushes but joins me to laugh.

"Safe word, huh?" he rubs his chin thoughtfully as he repeats the English words after me. He looks up at me curiously. "I'm sure we don't need it but go ahead, I want to hear what where you're going with this." He chuckles.

"We can use it for its intended purpose... but I want to know what you have up your sleeve," I point at him, a little on guard. "Go ahead, I promise to not get angry." I offer magnanimously.

Itachi snorts before he flicks me on the forehead. "Nothing too upsetting." He stops, looks down at the table top and then up at me, coyly. "But if you were to choose a safe word, what would it be?"

"Have we already made that much progress?" I ask, waggling my brows playfully.

He pulls my nose. "Indulge me, pervert Uzumaki Naruto."

"With pleasure," I smile at him. "Anyway you want," I wink for effect.

He makes an impatient sound in the back of his throat. I acquiesce with a laugh. "Okay, kites," I say.

"Kites?" Itachi ogles at me in surprise. I nod. He laughs.

"A safe word needs to be different from the usual bedroom jargon, so…kites."

He blushes cutely. "I know that!" he snaps.

I shrug, laughing. "Okay now remember your dare. No matter what happens, you cannot look at anyone else or get up." Itachi smirks.

I narrow my eyes at him. Nothing comes easy when I'm with this man. I want to know what trick he has up his sleeve. But first I want to know something else. "Call me selfish, but what's in it for me?" I ask shrugging.

"Apart from a free pass to admire my awesome face, what else would you want?" he asks.

I laugh. "Ah ha! Has my narcissistic tendency finally made its way to you?"

Itachi laughs in surprise. He raises a brow at me. "I mean isn't that what you want?"

"Yeah, but living with you has made me greedy. I can't settle for just this much!" I volley back at him.

Itachi smiles softly at me. He bargains with himself for a long moment. "I'll do one thing that you want in bed," his eyes dip shyly as he smiles and then looks back up at me. "Anything you want," he says solemnly.

I grin. This temptation is just too good to pass up. I have just the thing planned for him tonight. He raises his eyebrow at me but I shake my head. None of us are revealing our cards tonight. "Okay, I'm in." I say smiling at him.

I turn my body towards his and look at him. I take in his cheekbones, the hollow cheeks underneath. His strong jaw distracts me as it moves when he swallows. He studiously avoids my gaze as he goes through the menu once more. His phone vibrates and he looks at me and smirks as he checks his phone and gets up to move towards a door. I follow his every movement with my eyes, a slave to his order. Anticipation of my prize is secondary to this pleasure. But trepidation pours down my spine like an icy wave.

And now I understand what he meant. Shisui puts his arms around Itachi and hugs him tight. Itachi knew I'd lunge the moment I saw it. He knows I'm primal about territory. And though he doesn't condone my actions, he wishes I would stop wanting to kill people who come into close contact with him. My hands curl tightly into fists when his hand rests on Itachi's shoulder when they break away. The caged animal roars. My legs shake as adrenaline fuels me into action. But I force my body to not move, to not react. I take a deep breath and regroup as they begin walking towards our table.

"Hello, Naruto-kun," Shisui says and I can see his hand in my line of sight but I keep my eyes fixed on Itachi's who grins openly at Shisui who shakes my hand.

"Kites," he says laughing and I relax immediately. Shisui looks confused before he rolls his eyes and smirks at his friend.

I smile briefly at Shisui and take the offered hand. "Uzumaki Naruto, a pleasure," I briefly intone. Now it's a test of another kind. Is Itachi really in the mood to fuck with me? I glance at him to find him smirking at me.

Aw shit! Well, two can play this game.

"I've heard a lot about you Naruto. You're Itachi's student, aren't you?" Shisui asks me.

Shisui's eyes are probably his best feature. His eyelashes are winged to a perfect curve to accentuate them. If his eyes are his best feature, his hair is the most distinctive. While all the Uchiha men I've seen have straight hair, Shisui's hair is wavy. And I hate to admit, how it adds a certain boyish charm to his features. He's handsome in his own right. Bitterness condenses into a tight knot in my chest. It's this man who'll always have more of Itachi.

I nod politely. "And his friend," I add just the right amount of pride to it, making Itachi chuckle.

"You mean boyfriend?" Shisui asks and I gasp loudly when I look at my lover who's just shaking his head and grinning like an idiot.

"Did you tell him?" I look at my lover and ask him.

Shisui laughs when he shoots Itachi a look. "He didn't have to. You see, Itachi is rather fond of you and when I saw you two today, it just clicked," his voice carries no guile, just a hint of tease even as he makes a face. Each time his eyes meet Itachi's they carry nothing beyond that friendship the two share. He looks at Itachi like Shikamaru looks at me when he's not bored or Kiba in general. All the misgivings that were tightening into a painful knot in my chest ease up a little.

Itachi tries to school his features but Shisui just smiles as he holds out his hand. "Glad to finally meet the boyfriend," he grins at me. "You've sure given my friend a lot of sleepless nights."

The words register on the three of us at the same time. My face begins to heat up as Itachi lets out a startled laugh turning red.

Surprisingly Shisui turns redder as he makes a face. "I…I apologize! I didn't mean it in that sense!" Shisui hastily tries to make amends.

I laugh awkwardly. "It's alright. I'm sure you meant something else." I look at my lover. "Well I'm sure there's that too," I add, gaining a painful elbow in my ribs from my lover who's now turned beet red.

But it doesn't compare to Shisui who clears his throat and looks like he wishes the ground would open underneath. I want to laugh and cringe at the awkwardness simultaneously.

Itachi bursts out laughing and I follow. Shisui joins us a second later. When we stop, Shisui glances at Itachi before he asks, "Was kites a part of a dare?"

I nod.

"You really don't change!" he looks at Itachi and shakes his head. "Naruto-kun, did you know he was terrible when we were in school. He was always so full of shenanigans! Don't trust this calm and quiet façade." He warns laughingly.

Oh, I know all of his shenanigans. I'm crazy about his playful side.

"I'll take my chances." I smile at him and squeeze Itachi's hand which is still in mine.

Itachi smiles lovingly at me. "Ah okay, I'm going to get out of here before I have to witness more of this," Shisui gestures to us, "Whatever this is."

Though his expression is a little less disturbed, he reminds me of Kiba. I smile at him. "It was a pleasure meeting you Shisui," Shisui surprises me by patting my shoulder instead.

"Are you sure you can survive with someone this evil?" he asks me.

"I'll show you I will." I smile at him.

"Good. I'm gonna whip you up something from our secret menu. Your meal is on the house! Enjoy your date!" he says and smiles at Itachi before leaning beside my ear. "Feel free to reach out if you want any dirt on him. I have enough ammo!" he winks at me before straightening. "Let's drink together someday."

I nod eagerly making the two laugh and then Shisui turns and moves towards the kitchen. Itachi watches him go all the way to kitchen.

"You're on a date here with me," I snap my fingers in front of his face and pull his attention back. "Pay attention!" The way he laughs at hearing his own words thrown back at him melts me all the way inside. "I won so you better be ready to give me my reward. I won't even care if we can't walk for the rest of the week."

Itachi tsks and grins slyly. "The words you say sounding like a threat are all promises to my ears Naruto! I'm really looking forward to it."

I smirk.

Little does he know.

Itachi's thighs quiver as he tightens his hole under my mouth. I run my tongue around the tiny bud, shifting my attention to kiss a tempting ass cheek when he shivers with pleasure. "Are…you…sure about this?" he pants, letting out another moan. "It's dirty!" he tries to squirm but my hands on his waist hold him back. I lick up another slow trail, going behind his balls to his taint. Itachi's hands tighten on my stomach as he throws his head back.

"Nothing about you is dirty."

He sucks in a breath again when I bite the cheek I was kissing.

"Does this feel good?" I ask, finding my way back to lick the entrance again.

Itachi lets out a small sound and then he nods slowly. He forces himself to relax and open under my mouth. I push my tongue inside him slowly. His back straightens like an arrow and his hands clutch my thighs like vices. He pants harshly. Hot wet drops of pre-come dribble down his cock. "Do that again," he whispers slowly.

I push my tongue out slowly before diving back in. His reactions are turning me on so much right now that I can hardly think about anything else. If he wanted me to, I could do this all night. I push in my tongue in one go and his whole body quivers in pleasure. "Again."

I do it again and again and again till I form a rhythm where he begins to follow my lead. He uses his body to dictate the flow of our movements and I use his voice to find his favorite spots. It is only when he's fully relaxed that I withdraw my tongue and kiss the back of his thighs before moving to his balls. My hand moves from his arm to his weeping erection which rubs against my chest. "Feeling good?" I ask him again. He nods as he pushes himself lower. I kiss a cheek. "Then is it okay if I make you feel better?" I ask him as I leisurely stroke his opening. He nods again. "How?" I ask him, smirking slightly.

"You know how," he whispers softly, seductively. His normal shy self is nowhere to be seen. I love this gap. He bends down and takes me in his mouth. "Here's a hint," he smirks as he licks it in one swipe before turning to look at me. "Use this."

I tongue his entrance again, turning that smirk into a pleasurable moan. He bucks his hips. "Not that!" he complaints and then he bends down once again to render me useless.

"Remember that one thing you promised?" I ask, moving my tongue to get a taste of him again. I let it go and he turns back from where he was bent over me. "Turn around," I instruct. His eyes narrow when he looks at me but obeys nevertheless. I grab his waist and pull him to sit on top. My penis presses against his ass crack when I shift, making him moan again. I sit up and pull him down to kiss him. "Tonight I want you to ride me."

Itachi's hand goes behind him to softly stroke my dick. "I think that's impossible," he looks a little scared and unsure.

Tonight he's playing right into my hands. I manage a small morose look. "As expected, I set the bar too high," I murmur more to myself but loud enough to reach his ears. "Guess there are things that even my Itachi-sama can't do. I think I overestimated you."

Itachi looks torn for a second then he leans down over me. His hair falls over my chest before his face hovers right on top of mine and he kisses me passionately. "You drive a hard bargain." He bites my lower lip harshly. "Guide me," he whispers, moving his lips to my ear.

It's hard to not move a single muscle when his hole nudges the tip of my cock once I'm done with the necessary preparations. He balances himself precariously over me and lowers himself centimeter by centimeter. Once I feel his tight ring of muscles, a low groan escapes me. He breathes in deeply and goes lower. His heat envelopes me like a tight glove making me nearly lose my mind. I'm half-inclined to grab his waist and push myself to the hilt inside him in one go. His thighs shake with the strain of keeping his balance as he pushes me in slowly. His breath escapes him in a long moan. His hands lower to my stomach and his fingers press into my skin to the point of hurting. "Faster please?" I whisper, fighting that urge to take him again instead.

"It's…hard." Itachi's breathing stutters once he's pushed past the tip. "Too much. Too full."

"It's okay. Take your time," I say even as control threatens to slip away. Instead, I take his wilting cock in my hand and rub the tip the way he likes it.

"Ugh, don't." he lifts a hand to push mine away. But I shake my head and refuse to relinquish my hold on him. I thumb the slit and he shudders, unwittingly pushing me in deeper.

My hand immediately moves to his waist to steady him when he leans over me, breathing hard. "Don't you dare move!"

I pant harshly when the tight ring of muscles clench around me. His thighs shake with the effort of holding himself from pushing me out. "Relax Itachi-sama!" This is torture in its finest form. He head his thrown back, his eyes tightly clenched. His hands over my ribs are white. His chest rises and falls with how he fights for each breath. I rub my fingers across his back, skimming the skin there with my nails. He shivers underneath my hand but relaxes a little. When his breathing evens, he moves or tries to lift himself from above me. I can feel myself slipping out. I miss his heat already. My waist shifts involuntarily and he lets out a low mewl.

"Don't move idiot!" he whispers, looking up at me. Tears fall from tightly clenched eyes. He looks hot enough to make me lose all inhibitions and just pound into him like an animal.

"Then move quickly," I move my hands to his waist again to steady him.

"I'm trying," Itachi manages through grit teeth as he moves to lower his waist again.

"I'll help you," I say, unable to take it anymore. I press my fingers into his sides and lift my waist up. The contact causes Itachi to hiss and blindly grapple at my skin for purchase. His hands around my biceps squeeze tight enough to bruise.

"Stop! No more!" his eyes close and his face contorts partially in pain and partially because of all the new sensations he's feeling.

I try to move again but he holds me down. "Give me…time…to adjust," Itachi pants harshly over me.

I sit up and take his mouth in a kiss. "I'm sorry," I say, thrusting my hips into his heat again. His head falls on my shoulder.

"This is really deep. It hurts!" he moans harshly as more tears leak from his eyes.

I freeze immediately as I look at him. I move my hips to pull out but he clenches his walls around my cock, preventing exit. "But it hurts," I protest when he shakes his head.

"It hurts in a good way," he manages to whisper between breaths. He turns and kisses my neck before I take his mouth in a tender kiss.

"You know, I wanted to kiss this mouth the moment I saw it," I kiss his mouth again.

He lets out a breathy moan as he looks at me. "Yeah?" he asks, looking into my eyes.

I move some of the hair that's stuck to his forehead, trying to distract myself from the animalistic urge to just forget everything and fuck him. "Yes. It's beautiful. Every inch of you is exquisite." I kiss him softly. He melts a little against me. My breath flows out of me in a whoosh when he slowly begins moving again. He pushes me back and once I'm flat on the pillow, he leans back and experimentally moves his hips a tad faster.

My hands clutch the sheets under me for control as I lie still. He repeats the motion a few times before he sits up and regards me. "Brace yourself," is all he says before he begins moving like he's done it a thousand times. Each moment inside him shoots waves of pleasure. He moves his waist and clutches my pecs mercilessly when my cock brushes against his prostate. His passage clenches around me at every turn, driving me insane. His speed rises slowly, painfully slowly. It makes my balls rise as pleasure shoots from one nerve to the next at breakneck speed. His cock hardens again.

"Can I move?" I ask, desperate to chase the sensation of being squeezed by his walls. He bends down mid-thrust and captures my lips in a hungry kiss. Then he looks up at me and nods.

I move to action at once as I thrust my hips up. "Slowly…please…" Itachi pants with the strain.

"It's hard to," I pant between thrusts, slowing to follow his pace. "You feel so damn good, I'm about to go crazy!"

The synapses inside my brain are beginning to short-circuit as I close my eyes and enjoy the fireworks taking place behind my lids. With each thrust inside him, a new color bursts and washes me with never-ending waves of sensation. Itachi forces me to snap my eyes open and look up at him when he makes a small sound. I take his jutting erection in my hand as I sit up and move. We move together in perfect harmony despite the tandem of our movements.

His hands move over my shoulders to my hair. "I'm close," he breathes out.

"Me too," I move him faster. I move quicker.

"Naruto," he moans. He bends down and takes my mouth in a torrid kiss. He bites my lip when he comes, tightening to maddening degrees around me, making movement impossible. Helpless, my cock buries itself in his deepest crevices and bursts inside his tight heat.

He collapses on top of me, boneless and euphoric while I lie on the bed like I will never move from there. We catch our breaths for a moment. "Are you alright?" I ask him, leaning up on my elbows to pull out of him.

He shudders once before he nods and looks up at me. "When I'm with you, strange doors keep opening inside me." He pants and chuckles tiredly.

"All good doors, I hope?" I waggle my brows at him.

He lets out a snort. "Idiot!"

I bend down and kiss him. "Thanks," I grin at him.

"For the sex?" Itachi raises a brow at me.

I laugh. "No! For introducing me to Shisui. It was nice meeting him."

"Yeah, he's a nice guy," he chuckles offhandedly and then looks at me nervously. "Are you jealous of him even now?"

The me of yesterday would have probably been. When I saw the two of them together, I was inclined to rip Shisui. But after meeting him, now, I know.

"No." I smile at him. "I just need to live with the fact that he'll always have more years with you." I smile at him.

"Well, that I can't deny." Then he looks at me a little disbelievingly again. "So Shisui hugging me does not affect you?" he asks, looking at me carefully.

I shake my head and smile honestly at him. "Not in the slightest."

"Then I'm glad."

I bend down and kiss his forehead.

"Me too."

He smiles sleepily in answer.

Itachi squirms for the umpteenth time on his seat at the dining table. Kiyoshi sits to his left and enjoys the sunny side up I made for him. We discuss our plan for the day and I wish we formulate a routine like that in our lives with each other. I tell them I need to go to the university to submit the final draft of my research. I'm also meeting Tenten-san and I intend to give her a present today. I've bought her a fancy Lamy fountain pen which Itachi helped me choose. I'm hoping she likes it.

My lover's present is also ready. It's the latest Mont Blanc fountain pen that he was thumbing a little too much at the department store. I could see how much he liked it. I'm just thinking of a good time to give it to him.

Itachi gathers all the plates and moves to stand. He wobbles terribly and is almost about to fall when I grab him. "Daddy hurt?" Kiyoshi looks at his father seriously.

Itachi immediately shakes his head and smiles at him. "Daddy is fine," Itachi manages a smile at him and glares at me.

I grin apologetically. "Naruto, did you do something mean to Daddy?" Kiyoshi asks, folding his arms across his chest, his father's glare at me not going unnoticed.

I look down guiltily. "A little," I manage in a small voice, feeling like a guilty three-year-old.

Itachi inhales loudly. "A little?" he bursts out incredulously and loudly. His glare darkens. "Understatement of the year!"

"You weren't complaining last night," I smirk at him, lowering my voice.

"Yes, and now clearly I'm paying the price for it!" Itachi mutters in irritation. "You better watch out when it's your turn," he warns me silkily.

"Sweet promises," I smile at him.

He points a finger at my chest. "Only for you!"

I click my tongue. "So bitter for someone who thought my threats were sweet promises."

Itachi looks up at me. "Clearly, I underestimated you."

"And I won't -"

"No fighting!" Kiyoshi screams.

We look up at him startled. "Kiyoshi-," I start but Itachi holds my hand to shut me up.

"Uncle Sasuke says families don't fight."

The irony of the statement makes me want to snort. But Kiyoshi's next words almost bring me to my knees. "If you fight with Daddy, we can't be family Naruto!" he wails loudly. "I want to be family with Naruto!"

I quickly move to gather him in my arms. Sweetness like none other fills me up when I feel this small child's love for me.

"I'm sorry," I look at him solemnly and apologize. I hold out my pinky to a sobbing Kiyoshi. He looks at my finger and then up at me before linking his finger to mine. "I promise we'll never fight again."

"Never?" he asks.

"Never." Itachi swears as well.

I grin up at my lover to find him grinning back at me.

"And we weren't fighting. We were flirting," I tell him.

"Flirting?"

"Yes. Sometimes you flirt with words too."

"Oh."

Kiyoshi looks at me with a tiny frown between his eyebrows, just like his dad. "Flirting is hard."

My lover looks at us and bursts out laughing. "Understatement of the year," he mutters under his breath.

I laugh so hard I snort.

After I return from the University, I park my bike alongside Itachi's fancy motorbike and make my way to the house. The smell of curry wafts through, making me smile. I quickly announce my presence which they return before moving inside. I drop my bag at the side and immediately move to tussle Kiyoshi's hair. He's watching his favorite cartoon and imitating the various poses. I copy him, making him laugh. I ruffle his hair again before grinning at him. "Hi," I whisper, pulling out a chocolate and handing it to him. "Keep it a secret from Daddy, okay?" I wink at him. He giggles before nodding. I unwrap the bar for him and make my way to the kitchen.

Itachi stands at the stove, swiftly swirling the curry.

I slide my arms around him and put my head on his shoulder. "Smells good!" I whisper against his neck.

He turns his smiling face to me and pecks me on the lips. "Hi!" he says. "Want to try some?"

I nod enthusiastically and he quickly ladles some of it in a small bowl and hands it to me. I take a small bite and taste his cooking. "It's delicious!" I beam at him.

"Right!" he laughs happily. He lowers the temperature on the stovetop and turns. "Done with submission?" he asks.

I nod, putting my arms around him. "Keep next Thursday free. There's a presentation of our research paper and you're coming."

"Isn't it an internal presentation? I don't think I'll be allowed to attend." Itachi says thoughtfully.

"I'll smuggle you in, don't worry." I smile assuredly at him.

He laughs. "Smuggle! You're too amusing Naruto! But I'm sure I can find my ways."

"So next Thursday, done?" I ask him.

He nods before I lean forward to kiss him. He stops us after a moment and turns to turn off the stove. "Ah and also, we'll next see each other then."

Itachi frowns at me. "Why?" he asks.

"Because I want to be well-prepared for this. It has to be perfect." I want him to understand this but he continues to frown.

"What does that have to do with us meeting? Won't it be better to prepare for it together?" he asks.

I shake my head. I've made my decision the entire way here after endless internal debates. I bend down and press a kiss to his nose. "I'd have loved to but you distract me too much."

He looks angry for a moment as he considers this. "Fine, do as you want."

"Are you angry with me?" I ask him, softly poking at cheek that's just a little puffed out.

"You better pray your presentation is world class!" he narrows his eyes at me threateningly. "Anything less than that and I'll kill you. I swear." I love his silky threats.

"In bed I hope," I wink at him cheekily.

"I'm serious," he glares.

I press a quick kiss to his cheek before I slide my arms away. "I'm going to shower."

Itachi just tuts in irritation.

My white shirt and black pants makes me feel like a server in a fine-dining restaurant rather than the research student out to share their findings with people. To say I'm nervous would be an understatement. Though I'm no longer afraid of speaking Japanese in front of people anymore, it's not just people who'll be here. My Itachi-sama is also going to be a part of the audience and today and I want to shine for him.

"You look nice," Kiba walks up to me and takes a seat beside me. He looks nice in his striped shirt and black pants. His hair is also gelled stylishly.

"Dressed up for someone special?" I tease him, nudging slightly.

Kiba snorts. "Like you don't know! Speaking of which, is your special tutor coming today?" he asks me.

"Yup. It took some work and I was prepared to smuggle him in if required. But he says he has his ways so…"

"Nice." He grins at me.

"I want today to be perfect!" I say to him.

Kiba sighs. "Me too," he moves his hands up to run them through his hair. His tick for when he's nervous or agitated. And right now he's probably both. He stops before he touches his hair when he realizes he's actually worked hard on his tresses. It makes me laugh.

"Hey, did you invite Sasuke too?" he asks conversationally, looking away from me, towards someone approaching us.

"No. Why would I?" I ask him, only to see Uchiha fucking Sasuke walking towards me.

He walks up to me and I stand immediately to move away. "You blocked me. What a pussy!" he says. Kiba's breath hitches as he glares up at him. He stands up as well but I put a hand on his shoulder to steer him outside the hall.

I don't want anything to ruin today. I shake my head at Kiba. "Let's go. We've got a mini rehearsal before this and I want today to be perfect."

"I see you've invited the traitor too?" Sasuke snorts as he looks at me with disdain. The fucker follows us outside. "Can't do anything without him, can you?" he jeers at me. "Do you need him to help you wipe your shit too?" he asks.

I exhale loudly. I don't know what he intends to achieve with this provocation. This lowlife is really trying to get under my skin. Anger rolls off in waves now. I stop and turn to give him a piece of my mind but Kiba puts a hand on my shoulder. "Not worth it man," he says, grabbing me and walking past Sasuke.

"Aren't you a loyal dog?" Kiba continues walking despite Sasuke goading him. He only lifts his right hand and sticks out his middle finger in the air.

"Woof!" he barks loudly, causing several people to look at us.

But I am past caring about it.

I grin at Kiba who grins back at me.

My hands shake when I lift the microphone on the podium and adjust it to my height. My eyes immediately scan the room for one person and they stop when I see him wearing a blue shirt and black pants. He sits with his hands clasped in his lap, one of his legs swung over the other. His eyes meet mine and he smiles, giving me the confidence I need.

I smile at him and then at the audience and launch into my presentation.

When I'm done with the rebuttal and feedback, my eyes move to his again.

He doesn't have to say it in words.

I can see it all over his face.

After our presentations, I make a beeline for my lover who quietly stands to the side and waits for me. "How did I do?" I ask him. I'm dying to hear praises from him. Sometimes I feel like a child starved for compliments when I'm with him.

He pushes his hair behind his ear and shrugs. "It was okay, I guess."

"Did you mean brilliant?" I look at him smug.

Itachi looks somberly at me. "No, only okay."

"Okay enough to think of cancelling the plan to kill me?" I ask him, hiding my smile.

He lets out a long suffering sigh. "Now, saying that it's cancelled would be too much. But I can consider postponing it…" he looks at me and makes a face. "Your presentation was…passable at best."

I huff loudly and he laughs and ruffles my hair. "It was good. Perfect too."

"But not world class?" I ask, frowning at him. He's playing with me even when he knows his validation is the only one, I seek.

He rubs his chin thoughtfully. "Now let's not get ahead of yourselves, yeah?"

"Stop being stingy! You called it perfect, remember?" I click my tongue at him.

"Well, yes. But calling it world class would be a little..." He makes a dubious face.

"Liar! You loved me up there!"

"That I cannot deny." He says it with a smile.

"Deny what?" Kiba comes and casually drapes his arms around both our shoulders like it's everyday business. He turns to Itachi and nods at him. "Hello, Itachi-san! How's Kiyoshi doing?" I snort when he just directly asks about Kiyoshi.

"He's doing well. In fact, he's rather fixated with you! He keeps talking about you all day!" Itachi smiles at him, totally at ease with Kiba's arm around him. After Shisui, I've decided I'm going to open my heart just a little to accommodate people around him.

I'm not going to get jealous and yank Kiba's arm. I am not going to break it. Don't do it. Don't think of it. Broaden your heart. I chant feverishly inside my head.

Kiba looks from Itachi to me and mercifully removes his arms from around us. I hear Itachi exhale loudly. I follow suit. I didn't realize I was holding my breath. I look at him for a second. Was he holding his breath too? Boundless elation fills me.

"Am I interrupting something?" Kiba asks, as if he's suddenly realized he's walked into a private moment.

"No -" Itachi says.

"Yes!" I say at the same time as him as I look at Kiba. "So now go away!"

Kiba, the fucker, smirks instead. "Actually, I'm going to stay. Isn't that right Itachi?"

How dare he drop the honorifics? I look at my lover only to find him nodding and smiling at Kiba. "Yes, of course. Oh and your presentation was good."

My presentation was okay but Kiba's was good? Is he doing this on purpose? Broaden your heart. Broaden your heart. I concentrate on mentally counting to three. My lover and best friend talk amicably like they've known each other all their lives. Kiba's only met this man no more than three times and only once outside of professional realms.

Broaden your heart, I try one last time as I look at them talk. Itachi looks at me and smiles before turning back to his conversation with Kiba. Kiba gets excited and puts his arm around Itachi again. I make a sound in my throat. Then he shoots me a look and groans. "I'm gonna go before he kills me," Kiba laughs, ruffling my hair and turning to go.

"Oh and before I forget, there's a party for everyone in the research program after this so you better say your goodbyes quickly. I'll wait outside," he tells me. Then he turns to Itachi and smirks at him. "See you later Itachi." He waves at him.

"See you too." Itachi smiles and looks at me.

Kiba looks at both of us and snorts in sarcasm. "Jesus Christ! Get a room you two!"

"We intend to!" I wink at him while Itachi just covers his face and laughs. The tips of his ears are pink.

"Later!" Kiba shrieks indignantly, making me laugh. Itachi laughs as well.

"So…where were we?" I ask once Kiba is gone.

Itachi crosses his arms across his chest. "Hmm, let's see. You were cooped up away from me for nine whole days to work on your presentation while I was commuting to work and back," he answers, flippantly.

I can see he's miffed. It makes me chuckle. "Eight days, sixteen hours and forty-three minutes to be precise," I tap on my watch for emphasis.

He just looks away. "And now you're going to be gone again."

I want to hold him in my arms, to kiss him in greeting, to kiss him passionately, to kiss him with all the love I feel. Standing here, unable to express anything of what I want to, is truly vexing. And I can't skip tonight. This plan that the girls in our program have been concocting for days on our Line group chat already has me in. And I promised I won't back out.

"Should I cancel?" I ask, knowing what he's going to say.

He exhales loudly and shakes his head vehemently at me. "No. You should go."

I nod. I knew he'd say that. He surprises me by grabbing my hand and dragging me after him. "Come with me."

I'd go to the depths of hell if he wanted me to. I smile moonily at him and keep his pace.

He takes me to the first empty classroom he can find and latches the door behind us. I'm on him before he can turn.

Our discorded kisses are hungry. I've missed you. I've missed you.

His kisses are fuel to my desire. His hands push me to the wall behind me as he pushes his hands in my hair and kisses me hungrily. Once done, he lifts his eyes to mine. "You wanted to know what I thought of your presentation, right?"

I nod, unable to say a single word before he takes my mouth again. "Naruto, you were brilliant!" he kisses me again. "Your presentation was world class." He kisses my forehead. "I'm proud of you."

Tears that have no business this second spring to my eyes. He's told me these words before but today they carry a very special meaning. "Thank you," I say, pressing my forehead to his.

He kisses me quickly again before looking at his watch. "You should go. Kiba must be waiting," he looks slightly regretful.

"Can I see you off to your car?" I ask him, grabbing his hand and placing a kiss to the back of it.

"Wanna make sure I'm out of your hair?" Itachi asks but there's a teasing quality to his voice.

"I want to say something but then you'll complain about me being cheesy again." I fold my arms across my chest.

"That you are but let's hear it anyway," he laughs.

"I want to stay in your hair, forever." I grin at him when he makes a face and then looks away to chuckle.

"I should've known," he mutters more to himself and then laughs. He looks down for a second before looking up at me. He smiles. "Let's go then."

I grin happily before we make our way out of the building.

Two girls from my program come to me to relay the information about the meet-up. I nod as I listen when they give out some details about the change in the venue. We're now going to a karaoke bar. They smile once they're done and move away.

"Karaoke bar, huh?" Itachi remarks quietly. "Have you done karaoke before?" he asks as we make our way out of the building.

"There's no Japanese otaku trend I haven't participated in," I declare smugly.

He laughs, looking down. "Okay but can you even carry a tune?" he asks.

I stop and look at him. "Are you underestimating me?"

Itachi shakes his head and laughs harder. "I'd never!" he tucks a lock of his hair behind his ear. "I mean, I've never heard you sing."

I nod. "Let's just say, I'm holding some cards up my sleeve for when I might need them."

Itachi considers it for a second. "Afraid I'll run away?" he asks, his voice still full of mirth.

I laugh in consternation. "As if! Let me tell you, I'm an excellent singer!"

"I'll have to hear you before I can say anything." Itachi says, his face still lit up with laugh. He looks beautiful.

I'm about to say something when there's a loud commotion behind us. I quickly look away from my lover to see if I'm being called for something when I hear my name. But there's just a group of girls who're pointedly looking in my direction and then at their phones, whispering furiously.

Ah.

"Let's get out of here," I turn around and look at my lover.

My lover nods, the smile in his eyes diminishing when he too sees the disorder behind us.

Itachi takes a step closer to me once we move towards the parking lot. "Did someone say something to you?"

The person who did said nothing out of the ordinary so I just shake my head. He pauses for a moment. "Not even Sasuke?" he asks.

I sigh. "Well, he hasn't said anything that he hasn't before so it's all good."

I turn around at the furious whispering and shake my head.

Idiots! Nothing of that video is what they've made it out to be.

My eyes meet Sasuke's who is standing at the back. He smiles smugly at me.

I put my arm around Itachi and smile back.

Like I give a fuck!

I accompany Itachi all the way to the parking lot. Once he gets in, I move across to sit in the passenger seat of his car.

"Is this also a part of the walking-me-to-my-car scheme?" he asks, when I close the door.

"It could be an extension." I smile but he doesn't return it. "Should I get out?" I ask, my hand still on the handle.

He rubs his lips. "Yeah, probably before I get tempted to start the car and take you away."

I grab his hand and kiss it. "You know I'd like that very, very much."

"Precisely why you should open the door and go." He says this even while I tightly grab his hand in mine.

I stay seated, just gently stroking his hand in mine with my thumb. "Are you upset by what happened?" I ask him, quietly.

"By what? The commotion?" he sighs as he looks forward. "I don't know."

"You know I don't give a fuck about what anyone thinks right?"

He scratches his left ear. "Yeah, I know. But I don't like them slandering you. You've done nothing wrong."

I squeeze his hand. "And that's exactly why I don't care. Because you know the truth and it's the only thing that matters."

He manages a smile at that. "Can I ask you a question?" I ask him.

He chuckles. "Been a while since you asked before asking," he teases. "Go ahead."

I let out a smile and then sober instantly. "Is Sasuke treating you well?"

He hums as he contemplates the answer. "Why? Planning to beat him up if he isn't?"

I hate that he hides behind sarcasm. "Doesn't answer the question," I remark sharply.

He straightens. That smile he wore on his face, fades away. "We don't talk." He lets go of the steering wheel he was holding in his right hand. "Well, technically, he won't speak to me."

"And other than that? Has he…uh…used violence?" I ask, nervously licking my lips and looking at him.

"He can't win from me in a fight if that's what you're worried about. But no, nothing. In fact, he's hardly home. So don't worry." He squeezes my hand in his.

I nod. I know this is the most I am going to get out of him. My phone chimes in my pocket and I don't need to pull it out to know its Kiba inquiring my whereabouts. "Well then, I should get going," I say, releasing his hand to pull out my phone. It is Kiba indeed asking me what's taking me so long.

I hate that we're saying our temporary goodbyes at such a heavy note. I lean forward and kiss his cheek. "I'm going to go now. See you later."

"Alright."

I turn to him. "That's it? No word of caution? No instructions?"

He shrugs and disappointed, I move to open the door but his hand on my shoulder stops me. He turns me around and presses a kiss to my mouth. "No going wild. Drink in moderation and behave yourself. Now go have fun."

I smirk at him. "That's better," I wink, making a finger heart at him.

I hear his laugh behind me when I exit.

The karaoke bar idea turns out to be a huge success. We spend three hours just belting out songs after songs. Once done, some of the students decide to hit the only club we have in our small town. Drinks after drinks keep getting served in the nomihodai and I immerse myself in the low bass music and the alcohol.

After a few drinks, a few girls ask me to dance and I oblige, moving my body to the beat and laughing with them. When I stop for a breather and Kiba suggests we go out for a smoke. The alcohol has only condensed to a light buzz in my head which feels good. Which feels very good. There's already a girl from our program smoking in the smoking area. I fumble for my lighter but she just moves forward and lights my cigarette with hers. Kiba low-key whistles under his breath while I thank her and move away. She looks a little disappointed.

"Bet she's into you," he whispers quietly to me when he joins me.

I shrug. "Well, I'm not so it doesn't matter."

Kiba nods. "Does Itachi know you smoke?"

Ah! "Yes," I pause. "Can you please use honorifics when you talk to him?"

"Nope." Kiba laughs. Clearly the alcohol has addled his brain to ideocracy.

"Why?" I ask, clearly miffed.

"'Cuz, I don't want to," he sticks out his tongue at me.

"It's rude!"

"Did he say that?"

"No. But -" I stop when he just gives me a triumphant look and shakes his head, exhaling smoke through his nostrils.

"No buts."

I exhale furiously. "Any plans of returning to the dorms today?" he asks, cleverly changing the subject.

I nod. "Yeah. By the time we get done, I'm sure it'll be too late to go to his place."

Kiba makes a face. "That's a pity."

"I'll see him tomorrow, I guess."

"Yeah sure."

We stub out our cigarettes and I pocket my hands. "What did Hina-chan say about your outfit?" I nudge him.

He laughs as he puts his arm around me. "Hina-chan, huh? Taking undue advantage, I see," he punches me slightly, making me laugh. "She loved it. Especially the hair," he laughs and looks away.

I ruffle said hair. "And the presentation?"

"Called it flawless," he makes a peace sign, grinning at me. "And seeing as your grin matches mine, I'm assuming you received similar feedback as well."

I laugh and don't reply before I move back to the main hall. "He called it world class."

Kiba nods and thumps me hard on the back. "We did well."

I can't agree more.

It's nearly one by the time we make our way out of the third bar we'd barhopped to. A girl with blond hair spins in front of us only to wobble terribly. Her friend steadies her instantly. Around us, my fellow friends sway around dangerously. The girl who lit my cigarette is throwing up on the side while her friend holds her hair for her.

Despite Itachi's warning, I have plenty of alcohol in me. In fact, it would be an understatement to say I'm drunk. But with how I don't feel the urge to hurl, I think I'm not shit-faced.

Someone from the back suggests going home. I nod fervently, thinking it's a brilliant idea. I don't want to have to clean my vomit from my sink again, thank you very much. Some girls agree. Kiba heavily leans against Shino's side and mumbles some mumbo-jumbo about going for another round. Shino puts his hand on Kiba's mouth to shut him up, making some of us chuckle as he struggles animatedly.

The general consensus is to go back now. A group of girls make plans to drop by the convenience store. An idea hits my brain which is heavily contaminated with alcohol.

"Are you going back to the dorms?" I ask Shino.

Shino nods. "It's okay, I'll take him."

Shino lives in the neighboring building so I leave him to it. "Alright, thanks."

I consider texting Itachi to see if he's awake then discard it. He wakes at six. Disturbing him won't do me any good. I pull out my phone and see a text from him, sent half an hour ago.

"Having fun? Just letting you know you can text me or call me once you're done. I'll be waiting."

I quickly tap the call button and press my phone to my ear, moving away from the din where people are still hollering songs on their way back.

He picks up after the third ring. "Done?" his sleepy voice over the phone is husky and soft. It feels like a feather touching my skin. I begin walking in the direction of his house.

"Did I wake you?" I ask him, smiling softly. I should feel some guilt but rationality has left my brain.

"Hmm, maybe?" he exhales softly over the speaker.

I laugh throatily. "And here I thought you wouldn't be able to sleep a wink because I'm away partying."

There's a sound of sheets rustling and a soft click of the lamp turning on. I can imagine him sitting up in bed. "Are you drunk?"

"Hmm, I am a bit tipsy…" I smile and begin walking towards his place.

"Define tipsy."

"Tipsy enough to not remember the way to my room but not tipsy enough to forget yours."

There's silence on the line before he chuckles. "That was smooth. Very smooth."

"It gets better when I drink with someone."

"Is that so?" I can hear the smile in his voice.

"Wanna put that theory to the test?" he laughs loudly now.

"Damn, you're good."

"I'm even better in person."

Itachi is laughing now. "Where are you?"

"Exactly fifteen minutes away from your house. I could get there by one-twenty if I started now." I'm only fifteen minutes away from his place now.

"What am I going to do with you?"

"Anything you want but I have an idea you might like."

"Uh-huh? Do share," he chuckles once more.

"Not till I see you."

"So, when are you getting here?" he asks.

"Depends on when you want me to."

Itachi laughs. "I want you all the time Naruto!"

"Even now?"

"Especially now."

"Be there in fifteen."

"I'll wait."

I hang up and quickly duck into a convenience store. I buy four bottles of shochu and one bottle of whisky. The cashier is almost done ringing up my purchase when I dash to a particular aisle and grab the box of condoms and lubricant, recalling that we're running low on them.

The cashier rings my purchase with a knowing smirk before handing me my stuff.

"Thank you," I say, grinning at the boy before dashing off.

Ten minutes later, I huff as I stand outside Itachi's house. I quickly hit the call icon. He picks up on the first ring. A second later, the entrance lights come on and my darling stands there in a lanky white t-shirt and pale blue shorts, holding the phone to his ear. I wave crazily at him and he hurriedly moves to unlock the gates. I run the steps to him and hand over the bag of purchases. "I'm here and I bring presents!" I gush excitedly.

He takes the bag from my hand and examines the contents. "Planning to get me drunk too?"

"Told you, I'm better when I drink with someone," I wink at him, making him laugh.

He laughs. "Well do come on in," he gestures grandly towards the gate. "Just be quiet."

I put a finger on my lips as I make my way in. He chuckles behind me as he locks the door. "Go wait in my room. I'll be there in a minute."

I turn towards him. "After this," I say, crashing my lips to his. I've gone almost nine days without him. It was hell to bear.

"I'm home," I say it as sincerely as soberly as I can.

He looks up at me and smiles. "Welcome back."

I nod and quietly make my way to his room.

"Can I ask you something?" Itachi laughs as he sips on his shochu on the rocks.

We've been drinking for a good hour, just talking between us. We're seated on the floor, on the makeshift futon Itachi put out.

"Yes, you may," he smiles at me.

"Have you made out with someone in a classroom before?" I ask, putting down my own glass and pulling up my legs to rest on my chin on my knees.

Itachi licks his lips and narrows his eyes for the fraction of a second behind his glasses. He takes another sip of his drink. "Will you get jealous if I said yes?"

"Not if you say she was ugly."

He laughs but doesn't say anything.

"So you did, didn't you?" I ask him.

He nods. A smile lifts my lips making him raise his brows in suspicion. "Was she hot?"

His jaw drops. It literally drops as he stares at me with wide-eyes. "What?"

I pick up my drink and take a swig. "C'mon, tell me. Spill the details," I wink at him.

He chuckles uncomfortably. "At the time, yes." he asks me, his voice so on edge it makes me grin.

"Was she the only one?"

"No."

Dammit!

"More than once?" I ask, balking at him.

He smirks. "Twice now," he waggles his eyebrows.

"Now you're lying," I point at him and make a face.

He laughs. "I never lie," he says, refilling his glass and sipping from it.

Fine, I'll buy. "Was it good?"

"Not better than today."

"How far did you go? Did you two only kiss or have sex? Did you -" he shuts me up with a hand on my mouth.

"You talk too much," he takes my glass from my hand and puts it on the table. His hand shakes slightly. "We need to put this mouth of yours to better use!" he frowns at me.

"Are we going to do what I think we're going to do?" I ask, my voice rising several octaves in excitement.

Itachi covers my mouth instantly and shushes me. I lick his hand. His eyes meet mine, darkening slightly. Holding them captive, I lick it again. He moves his hand to grab my face and kiss me.

One hungry kiss leads to another till we're tumbling around on the futon taking turns to climb on top of each other. Itachi laughs when I roll him over and we nearly crash into the wall. I kiss his laugh away. I've been too hungry, too starved to touch him. The desperation flows through me when my fingers run over his body to reacquaint themselves with the texture of his skin. I kiss every inch of his skin. His hands yank my shirt desperately, wanting it gone. He tugs it roughly and I move to assist. I strip completely naked, too impatient to indulge in mindless striptease. Then I pull away his underwear too.

He takes the opportunity to climb over me and kiss me. He kisses my mouth, my chin, my jaw. He pushes my head sideways to kiss the side of my neck, my ear. He gently licks the shell before biting the lobe. "You have a promise left unfulfilled," he whispers before licking the lobe.

I hum throatily and turn his face to mine. "The one in which I said I would ride you to paradise baby?" I've remembered. I'd planned on doing just that.

He laughs when he bends down and kisses me. "Ten on ten." He smirks at me. "Now let's prep you up."

I pull him over and kiss him. "At your service, milady."

He smiles, spreading my legs vulgarly and winks at me. "Prepare to be amazed tonight, boy!"

He picks up the condoms and lube from the packet, smirking wickedly at me. I pluck the condoms from his hand. "You won't be needing these tonight."

"Are you sure?" he asks.

I nod.

Itachi's thighs quiver dangerously around me as he pulses inside me. The pain and pleasure that hit me simultaneously blow me away. I move over him, making sure to squeeze my entrance each time he enters me. Taking him isn't easy. I thank the copious amounts of alcohol in my system that cushion the pain, leaving me to revel in the feeling of having him raw inside me. I move, once again, to his pace.

He pumps inside me like a wild animal. "Shit Naruto, you feel so good!" he moans. His hands tighten around my waist as he dictates the pace. I like that he can take and take with me. The insurmountable pleasure he leaves in his wake, sends me to another frenzy of desire. My cock bounces between us, unattended. And it doesn't need further stimulation. Itachi has used his hips to his advantage, learning where I like him inside me. He pounds me mercilessly there till a stream of drool runs down my mouth as I move to his pace. And he… he's a wonder in lust. His mouth is half-open in ecstasy as he chases his high. "Naruto! Naruto! You're so tight!" he moans, thrusting inside my walls with desperation. "You feel so good!" he grips my waist tightly.

I grind my hips against his when I lower myself on his length, all the way to the hilt. It clings to the back. To the part that makes me see stars behind my lids. Sweat pours down my body with the physical exertion. Suddenly, he flips me over and rides me hard and fast from the back. "This is bad. You're too fast!" I moan when he thrusts ruthlessly inside me. His hands move to capture mine in a merciless grip as he pounds inside me in a frenzy of movement.

"Naruto!" his voice is a broken moan as he moves. "Naruto, I love you. I love you. You feel so good. So good!" he pants with each thrust. "I want to stay inside your tight heat forever. It feels amazing!" It takes me a second to realize my Itachi-sama is drunk and a drunk Uchiha Itachi doesn't mince his words.

"Doing this without a condom feels so good. Your insides are squeezing me so deliciously as if they never want to let me go," he gushes, his movements frantic. Each time we'd have sex, he's always asked me if I am alright or if it feels good. But today he's being relentless and working towards his release. If he does me this selfishly, I won't be able to hold back.

"Itachi-sama, you're too rough! Too deep!" I pant brokenly between breaths as I try to get him to slow down. As it is, I'm already very close to finishing.

He hears my words but he's too lost to his pleasure. "I think I'm going to get hooked to this," he says, thrusting mercilessly against my prostate. I reach my limit and spill messily on the sheets. He doesn't even give me a second of refractory time, choosing instead to moan long and low. "You tightened up. It feels like you don't want to let go of me." He relents moving inside me this time only to pepper me with kisses on every inch of skin he can reach. But that only lasts till he pulls out of me and then pushes himself inside all over again.

"I just came," I manage in a small voice but he continues moving like he didn't hear. His grip on my arms is murderous. I'm half inclined to say "kites" but I hold it in.

"Naruto! Naruto!" he grabs my ass and straightens and ups his pace. "Each time I pull out, your hole grabs me. You're so lewd, it's unbearably hot!" he bites my neck this time.

Each time he withdraws and enters me feels really good. It sends a wave of pleasure that spreads over every nerve-ending inside me. I've come once already but the familiar building of orgasm shakes me to the core. His thrusts get rapid. "I didn't touch myself even once while you were away. I was saving all of it for you," the wet squelching sound along with the slapping of his skin to mine mixes with the sound of our breaths. "Won't you let me pour it all inside you?" he asks.

Is this how he gets when he gets drunk? Will he remember these words tomorrow? My brain feels like it's melting with his heat. This side of my Itachi-sama makes me lose my mind.

He pulls out of me and turns me to my back. He pulls my legs to his shoulders and aligns himself against my entrance. He slams himself hard inside me. The torrid, mindless pleasure takes over and I find myself peaking once again. He opens his closed eyes and bends down to kiss me again. He tangles his tongue with mine and thrusts hard. Had we been on the bed, I bet it would've shaken enough to wake everyone in the house.

His right hand slides lower till it brushes against my rigid cock. He takes it in his hand. "So good! So good!" he pants between thrusts. His hand moves in sync with his thrusts, pushing me closer and closer to my release. "I'm close," he manages to say. His desperate eyes crash with mine. "I'm going to come inside you." It's not a request. He works harder and harder towards his goal and I join him thrust for thrust. He bends down and takes my mouth in a series of open-mouthed kisses.

"Come inside me, Itachi-sama" I manage to whisper between kisses.

He just kisses me passionately in response and moans my name long and low before he swells inside me and then I feel the gush of his hot semen filling my insides at the same time I come, splattering it grandly all over my chest and face. He doesn't even stop to think before he licks it off my chin. "Fuck!" is all he can manage.

I laugh. "How was paradise baby?" I ask, kissing my favorite part of his neck.

"Dangerous! I think I'm going to get addicted." he sighs, completely satiated and happy.

I laugh. "Is that so?" he nods rapidly.

We lie there panting and catching our breaths. He's still safely sheathed inside me. I move my waist gingerly to get him to pull out but he pushes his still half-hard penis deeper inside me. "Let go," I plead, dropping a kiss to his mouth as I coax him.

"Don't want to," he says, clutching me tighter.

"You're getting hard again."

He bites my nose and laughs. "I haven't done anything for nine days. Once isn't going to cut it."

"At this rate, you'll become insatiable!"

Itachi looks at me with clear eyes. "I already am."

Fuck! He's so cute, I'm dying with his honesty.

"I love you," I say, bending down to kiss him slowly.

He smiles when we break. "I love you more."

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