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Chapter 1: Their Relationship

Itachi Uchiha moved his head to the music blasting through his car stereo as he sped down the highway, the wind whipped past his face, his arm propped atop the opened window, he moved his hair from his face and kept it tucked away with a steady hand. Arriving at his destination, he pulled to an easy stop in front of the familiar bakery. He pushed down the horn, and the person waiting inside stepped out. Kyuubi Uzumaki was 5'10, slim, with long legs and a pretty face. He wore a crop top, exposing a flat stomach down to a pair of dark, denim jeans that hugged his small waist. Most men would find his outfit controversial, but he found it stylish, though he was sure his boyfriend would disagree.

Itachi revved the engine and it roared loud into the air. He was showing off his brand new toy, and Kyuubi rolled his eyes as he slid into the front seat. From time to time Itachi liked to flaunt his money, and Kyuubi didn't care too much for it. He didn't grow up with millions. He appreciated the idea of one car being enough, while Itachi had about six luxurious sport cars parked in his garage just for the heck of it. Well, now it was seven. He fastened on his seatbelt before he turned and greeted the handsome man he's had the pleasure and displeasure of calling his boyfriend for the past two years.

"You could come inside the bakery once in a while to greet my parents," Kyuubi told him solemnly. "You know, to show them you have some basic manners."

"What do you think of the new car?" Itachi asked, his voice like cool water on a hot summer's day.

"How's it different from the one you were driving yesterday?"

"Long day at work?"

"You could say that."

Itachi looked over Kyuubi, taking in his full outfit, or lack of thereof, and frowned. He reached behind him to the back seat and grabbed hold of his jacket and roughly threw it at him. ''What did I tell you about dressing like that around me? You look like a fucking whore. Are you a whore?"

It didn't take much to get Itachi upset these days. But this is something they've been fighting over since the beginning of their relationship. It was ridiculous. Itachi genuinely thought he could tell him how to live his life. Kyuubi wanted to laugh. He had made it clear in the start of their relationship that Itachi had no precedent whatsoever to tell him what he could, and could not do. The sooner Itachi got that through his head, the sooner most of their issues would be solved.

"Was I a whore when you met me?" Itachi didn't answer, and Kyuubi turned to look outside the window. "Exactly. Don't fucking talk to me like that."

Itachi kept his eyes on the road. He suddenly came to an abrupt stop, and Kyuubi's body jerked forward, slamming his head on the dashboard.

"Ow!" Kyuubi looked at Itachi and he could see the corners of his mouth pull up into a smile. "You think that's funny?"

"Yes, actually, I do. You deserved that," Itachi said.

''I deserve a broken nose for standing up for myself?"

"Your nose is not broken! Stop being dramatic!"

Kyuubi reached over and roughly pushed the side of Itachi's head. "Fucking asshole."

"Hey!" Itachi yelled. "Keep your hands to yourself."

"I fucking hate you."

"Shut up."

Itachi took Kyuubi's words lightheartedly, even though deep down he knew Kyuubi really meant them. He sure as hell said it often enough. But Itachi couldn't blame him. Either way, the words didn't really matter much to him. After all, Kyuubi was still with him, still dealing with all that was wrong with him. Underneath all the shit they put up with each other, they knew deep down there was real love hidden somewhere underneath all the chaos. Kyuubi was angry now, but eventually he always got over it.

He always did.

The rest of the ride home was silent. Itachi pulled up to his house, the mansion massive on a stone plot. Kyuubi got out of the car and slammed the door shut, showing Itachi his earlier antic had created a fresh wound. Itachi quickly followed after him inside the house. Entering the living room, he ducked just in time to avoid the object thrown at his head.

"Don't you ever do that shit to me, again!"

"It was a fucking joke!"

"It wasn't funny!"

"You're right, it wasn't funny. It was hilarious." Itachi rushed over and grabbed the lamp from Kyuubi before he could throw it at him, and Kyuubi roughly pushed him away.

"You think everything is a fucking joke!" Kyuubi yelled, his voice breaking as the tears creeped out of his eyes.

Itachi gently lowered the lamp back in its place. "Are you seriously crying over this?"

Kyuubi wiped the single tear from his face. "It wasn't funny."

Itachi took a careful step towards Kyuubi and was again pushed away. He managed to catch Kyuubi's arm before he could hit him, and pulled him close, holding him until Kyuubi was tired and could not fight him anymore. When Kyuubi's finally calm, Itachi stepped back and brushed Kyuubi's auburn hair from his eyes. His green eyes were filled with tears, like gems in the water. Itachi held his face in his hands and wiped his tears.

"I'm sorry," Itachi said, his voice endearingly sincere.

Kyuubi shook his head. "No, you're not. That's the problem."

"I am." Itachi leaned down and kissed him, slow and passionately, and Kyuubi accepted his sincerity, whether it was real or not.

They decided to head upstairs. On their way up the long staircase, they met one of Itachi's housemaids, Hinata. Over the last two years, she's become one of Kyuubi's closest friends. Kyuubi greeted her, and she returned the greeting with a smile.

"Kyuubi," Hinata said in her soft voice. "There was something I actually wanted to talk to you about."

"Talk to him later, Hinata," Itachi said dismissively and Hinata had no choice but to obey. When they reached the top, Itachi lifted Kyuubi into his arms, and his long legs wrapped around his waist. "You still hate me?" Itachi asked, mocking him.

"Yes."

"No you don't."

Itachi swung his bedroom door open and closing it, turned and pressed Kyuubi's against it. They kissed, their mouths open, tasting each other. Itachi carried Kyuubi in his arms and laid him over his large bed, a bed that could fit five people comfortably. Kyuubi began to undress, shuffling out of his tight jeans. He watched Itachi in equal hurry tug off his shirt. Itachi walked around to his bedside table and began rummaging through the drawers. When he came up empty, he slammed the drawers shut with a strew of curses.

"What's wrong?" Kyuubi asked him.

"We're out of condoms."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, I'm serious. Fuck." He ran his hands through his dark hair. "Why do we need condoms?" Itachi asked, an edge in his tone.

"You know why."

"Wait, hold on." Itachi walked over to his closet and searched through it for a while before he walked out with a box of unopened condoms in his hand. He shook the box, grinning, and Kyuubi hid his face, embarrassed.

"How'd you know that was there?" he asked.

"My secret stash?"

"What the fuck does that mean?" Kyuubi asked, frowning, suddenly angry. He pushed Itachi away when he came close, and Itachi stumbled back, laughing.

Itachi studied the box of condoms, unfazed by the accusation thrown his way."It was a joke, baby."

"Don't lie to me."

"I was just trying to get you riled up, babe. Relax."

Kyuubi had his doubts but he disregarded them. His mind was occupied with other intentions at the moment. Reopening old scars now would only deflate the part of his body that was begging for the most attention. Kyuubi moved forward and sat at the edge of the bed. Itachi came closer to him, and Kyuubi reached out his hands and began unbuckling Itachi's dark jeans. He lowered them down to reveal Itachi's prominent bulge in his black Calvin Klein boxers. Kyuubi leaned forward, his soft lips trailing wet kisses down Itachi's toned torso as his hand teasingly ran over the elastic top of Itachi's boxers.

"You're so beautiful baby," Itachi whispered, staring lustfully down at his lover.

He grew impatient, biting the side of his lip when Kyuubi finally freed him from the restraint of his boxers. He tilted his head back and staring up at the ceiling, closed his eyes in bliss at the indescribable feeling of Kyuubi's wet, warm mouth engulfing him. He groaned, the sound resonating deep from his throat.

"Fuck, that feels so good."

Itachi looked down, studying the enticing motion of Kyuubi's head moving back and forth. His fingers moved inside Kyuubi's hair and pulled it free from its bun. The hair flowed down like a curtain and Itachi gripped it tightly, wrapping it around his fist as he aided Kyuubi to a rhythm he preferred.

"Shit…" Itachi moaned, allowing himself to be fully indulged. Each time Kyuubi gave him a blowjob, it got better and better. By now, Kyuubi was aware of the little things that drove him crazy, pushed him over the edge and when Kyuubi cupped his balls, Itachi pulled Kyuubi's head back, grinning blissfully.

"What?" Kyuubi said, wiping the corners of his mouth.

"If you keep doing that, I'm going to cum." He leaned down and cupping Kyuubi's chin, brought him up to a kiss. Itachi grabbed the condom, teared it open with his teeth and slid it on. "Lie down." He grinned when Kyuubi got on all fours. "You wanna do that position first?"

"I can take it."

"Not sure it's your best bet saying that to me right now." He got on the bed and positioned himself, startled when Kyuubi suddenly yelled at him to stop. "What?!"

"Lube."

Itachi leaned to the side so he could see Kyuubi's face. "I thought you said you could take it?"

"Get the lube, Itachi."

Itachi groaned as he pulled himself off the bed. A loud smack echoed through the room, followed by Kyuubi's pained cry.

"What the hell!" Kyuubi winced.

"Sorry." Itachi squirted the cold gel into his palm, coating himself with a generous amount before he repositioned himself behind Kyuubi. He leaned down, softly kissing Kyuubi's neck, his warm breath felt like fire on Kyuubi's skin and he shuddered at the feeling."Ready?" Itachi whispered, and with a deep breath Kyuubi nodded, closed his eyes when he felt Itachi's full weight pressed against him. Itachi slowly eased himself in and Kyuubi grimaced, instantly feeling the pain. He shuddered as he choked out a pained sound.

"Fuck, that first thrust never gets easier."

"You want me to stop?" Itachi asked softly, and Kyuubi nodded.

"Yeah, just for a bit."

Itachi leaned over, gently littering soft kisses on the back of Kyuubi's neck. He was patient, and when Kyuubi gave him the okay, he inched deeper inside, groaning deeply at the warmth and tightness. Beneath him, Kyuubi gripped the sheets, squeezing his eyes shut when Itachi began thrusting deeper. The pain slowly subsided, transforming into a something entirely different. He buried his face in the sheets to muffle his moans, and as Itachi kept himself busy, his hips moving back and forth with experience that spoke for itself. He moved with intent, soft thrusts gradually becoming wilder and faster, rougher and harder. Kyuubi winced when the hold on his hips grew increasingly tighter and Itachi's dull nails dig deeper in his skin.

"Fuck, you feel so good, baby." Itachi pulled himself out and in a quick motion, swiftly had Kyuubi turned around on his back. He settled between his legs, sliding himself back in. His dark hair rained down on Kyuubi's face, the soft strands ticklish against his skin. Kyuubi's dull nails clawed at the muscles on Itachi's back. With his back arching up, Kyuubi stared deeply into Itachi's brown eyes, his legs wrapped and locked behind Itachi's hips. It was just sex but it was during times like these that Kyuubi felt the closest to Itachi.

"I love you," Kyuubi whispered tenderly.

Itachi breathed out a soft laugh. "Don't get all soft on me, baby. Not while I'm still hard."

Kyuubi smiled and repeated the words, softer than before. "I love you."

Itachi stopped moving. He leaned down, softly kissing Kyuubi's lips. "I love you, too."

And then he started moving, with caution, intention, with movements that rocked the bed and had the man beneath him biting the back of his hand to keep from screaming out. It wasn't long until Itachi's controlled movements grew erratic, and he convulsed, breathing hard and muttering soft curses as he came down from his high. He gazed down at his boyfriend.

"You have no idea how good you feel."

"I think I've got a pretty good idea." Kyuubi brushed his damp hair from his face.

"I don't know what I'll do without you."

"Then treat me better. And not just when I'm under you."

Itachi pulled himself out with a strained sigh. He slid off the condom, and inspecting it, laughed when he spotted something unusual.

"What?" Kyuubi asked.

"I see why I never used these. It broke."

"What do you mean it broke?"

"See." Itachi moved it closer for Kyuubi to see it for himself. "There's a little hole there, here… and right there." Kyuubi fell back on the bed without a word as Itachi went and tossed out the used condom. He came back and lied down beside Kyuubi. "Like I said, why do we even bother?"

"Let's just forget it. It's fine. It's not a big deal." Kyuubi moved his body to lie over Itachi's, his chin over Itachi's toned chest, his finger tracing over the soft skin.

"We're both safe though. We're a couple. It's just the two of us." Itachi pressed a soft kiss on Kyuubi's head.

Kyuubi frowned. "And others. Occasionally. "

Itachi's jaw tensed. "I haven't been with any other guy other than you."

"Doesn't matter," Kyuubi muttered, then chuckling added,"You do know woman can have... issues too, right?"

"I thought we've moved past this."

"We have."

"So why do you keep bringing it up?"

"I'm not." Kyuubi sat up when Itachi gently pushed him away. "Don't get angry. We were on the topic and I was just trying to explain why."

Itachi quickly shuffled on his jeans and grabbed his shirt from off the floor. "Seriously, sometimes you need to shut the fuck up."

"What did I do?" Kyuubi wrapped the sheets around his naked body. "Itachi, I didn't mean anything by it. I was just—"

"Insisting that I'm still screwing around." Itachi grabbed his phone and keys from the stand. "Damn, if only my boyfriend would have a little more faith in me."

"I do," Kyuubi said desperately. "Why do you think I'm still here?"

"Maybe you should get tested. Since you're so concerned I might give you something."

"I never said that!" Kyuubi grimaced when the door slammed shut.

He fell back on the bed, his hands running through his hair as he looked up at the ceiling. He closed his eyes before the tears could spill out from them.

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