Colors

* Okay, decided to post this whilst working on the other chapters. Forgive me for its relatively quite short. Doing quite a fair bit of research for those so I need more time. In the interim, do enjoy the next part.

On the coincidences, nah, the coming one will be final. I promise :)

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Chapter 11

Naruto stood by the loading lift with Sasuke’s painting as he waited for Miki to meet him and his delivery men at the docking bay. He had been busy for the past few days with his gallery having been flooded by patrons after his article started gracing various art magazines. He was grateful for the exposure but it had left him too busy to prepare himself with his meeting today, especially since he had to ensure all 8 of Neji’s paintings were safely delivered into the hands of their purchasers before he left for the weekend. He had left Sasuke’s painting for last and had hoped that he would not be in the office saving him from having to face the dark prince. After all, he had no idea what to say to him and he didn’t feel as angry as he did previously, which meant that in some sense he had forgiven the dark haired man. This also meant that it left him with one unresolved emotion and that was the crush he had for him. He let out a sigh and tried to push the thought aside.

Finally, he caught a glimpse of Miki. She was just as she had described. A well endowed female, dressed in a tight office suit, her long hair neatly bunched up into a tidy French knot and wearing a pair of fashionable glasses. Naruto inwardly cursed himself as he realized that although she was easily classified as ‘hot’ in most men’s books, the stunning figure before him did nothing to excite his member and he just couldn’t understand why he hadn’t realized that throughout all his past relationships, he had either gotten aroused while he was alcohol induced or if he had been fully engaged in physical contact for a good 10 minutes. The realization also made him remember about his two most serious relationships where the sex had been good but nothing really to lust after. *Oh what the fuck! Shit. I really need to stop thinking about this crap!*

“Hi Miki!” Naruto skillfully masked his troubled expression and greeted Sasuke’s PA enthusiastically with one of his killer trade mark smiles.

“Hello Naruto,” Miki tilted down her spectacles to have a better look at the cute blonde and eyed him knowingly before turning around and giving him a flirtatious smile while gesturing for him to follow.

“Is Sasuke in today?” Naruto asked Miki.

“Yes he’s in.”

Naruto frowned a little worriedly. His hope had been demolished and the anticipated meeting was making his mind conjure up all sorts of various possibilities their conversation could turn, but he told himself to keep it steady and he continued to follow in Miki’s footsteps, remaining mostly silent along the way. As the lift took them towards the top floor Naruto began counting, desperate for anything to take away those nerve wrecking fears he was experiencing. His palms were sweaty and his throat had gone stark dry. He cleared it and swallowed, the noise echoing in the lift’s pin drop silence. The doors finally opened and Naruto’s heart raced.

“Wait a moment.” Miki instructed.

“Sasuke-sama, a Mr. Uzumaki here to see you with a painting you ordered.”

“Send him in,” Sasuke’s thick voice never sounded so menacing before and for a moment as Miki opened the doors leading the way for him to step in, he felt as if he was being lead into a gas chamber.

Naruto swallowed. He had to restrain himself for letting out a gasp as he took in the majestic dark haired prince before him. Sasuke had on a white long sleeved Chanel shirt that had a high stiff collar. Instead of the usual black tie, he had on a thin plain black band around it, making him look beyond elegant. As he moved closer he noticed very expensive Cartier cufflinks. Dark onyx eyes met blue sapphire and Naruto mustered every bit of strength to stop himself from giving into his curiosity of wanting to kiss those lips.

“Hello,” Sasuke’s tone was formal as he moved to put his hands in his pockets.

“Er… Hi.” Naruto was relieved his voice didn’t squeak. “Where do you want to put this?”

“That empty spot,” Sasuke pointed towards a section of his wall. Naruto eyed the area and noticed that a painting had been freshly removed from it. The spot was just perfect being near enough to the window to gain some natural lighting but far enough to keep the paint from being damaged by direct sunlight. He ordered his delivery men to get to work as he helped them out. He noted Sasuke moving out to exchange a few words with Miki before coming back into the room and walking to his desk.

Sasuke took out his cheque book and started writing the 10 million sum before signing it. He ripped out the cheque and glanced towards Naruto where he was rewarded with the sight of the blonde beauty in the middle of stretching himself after having lifted the heavy painting, treating Sasuke to a bit of tanned skin and a very light trail of golden hair around his lower abdomen. He closed his eyes and breathed. Oh how he longed to run over and lick that spot. Sasuke mentally punched himself before standing and walking over to the blonde, cheque in hand.

“Here you go.” Sasuke said formally.
Naruto accepted the cheque but felt guilty remembering the words he had exchanged with Sasuke two days ago. He stared into those dark passion filled circles, the depth of Sasuke’s eyes igniting a desire so strong that it threatened to break lose from his skin. He wanted to know what was going on in that troubled mind and as much as he hated to admit it, he didn’t have the least bit idea of who Sasuke really was anymore than he had accused Sasuke of not knowing him and he wanted to know, he wanted so much to get underneath that skin.

“Thanks….Sasuke, about the other day…”

“Naruto, don’t mention it.” Sasuke’s face had gone pale. He was hoping that Naruto wouldn’t bring up the subject and was desperate to force the conversation to end. Now that he knew his office was bugged and his brother could be back at any minute, his face panicked and it showed.

“Sasuke?” Naruto asked slightly concerned.

“Be sure to invite me to your next show. I’ll be interested to see what’s new in that interesting gallery of yours.” And he put his hand on Naruto’s back, a gentlemanly gesture to escort him out of his office.

“Sasuke… wait, I haven’t….”

“Really Naruto, no need to mention it.”

“No need to mention what?” Sasuke froze, the hairs at the back of his neck stood up and he paled instantly. With quick thinking he turned to face Itachi and spoke hastily to interrupt Naruto.

“He was thanking me for the sum I paid him for the painting. I mentioned no need.” Sasuke’s reply was cold and shaky.

“Ah, I see. Uchiha Itachi and you are..”

“Uzumaki Naruto, the owner of Spiral Art Gallery.”

“Ah, pleasure meeting you.”

Itachi smiled but his eyes hinted danger. At that moment, Naruto’s intuition siren was beginning to sound signaling for him to leave quickly.

“Yes it was nice to meet you too. I have to leave now, still have more paintings to deliver. I will keep you both posted when I get my next batch of new arrivals. Good day.” He exited the room and Itachi gave Naruto one last smile and an icy glare laced with daggers before he closed the door behind him. Naruto entered the lift with his delivery men and all the way he thought deeply about Sasuke, his fearful expression and his brother’s poisonous glare.

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Back in his office, Sasuke was shaking in terrified silence and he didn’t even dare to look at Itachi who was busy admiring the new purchase Sasuke had just made. He remained standing in front of his desk and decided to look like busy as he arranged the papers in order. And then he heard the soft click of his office doors as Itachi locked them. He could feel his brother slowly approaching him, his hands stopped as he stood still, not daring even to breathe as he felt his brother’s hands encircle him.

“That’s twice I’ve seen that idiot near you. Is he bothering you Sasuke?” Itachi said softly, tone so chilly it felt like needles in his ear. He swallowed and licked his lips.

“No..” Sasuke managed to reply.

“Hmm, or is it…” Sasuke’s eyes widened as he noticed his brother had taken hold of the sleek, sharp, pewter letter opener and before he could react, his brother had slammed him down onto his desk face forward.

“Ah..” Sasuke half shouted. Pain shot through his chest as he felt every sharp edged stationery pierce through his shirt and into his skin. His hands splayed out on the table in resistance but it was futile, Itachi was stronger and had his head firmly pinned with his other hand. His left cheek bone was hurting terribly with the force and he was sure that there would be a deep bruise by the morning.

Suddenly he saw the silver metal tip flying fast downwards as Itachi swung the letter opener aiming for Sasuke’s right hand. Sasuke wanted to shout but couldn’t and he watched in horror as the blade came down hard in between his index and middle finger, slicing the web there only slightly, but enough to cause severe agony from the fear. He watched as the letter opener stood up right, its tip buried into his desk and its handle swaying perilously.

“As I was saying, or was it because you want him near you, hmmm?” Itachi said softly but in a tone that promised suffering if he did not like the reply.

“SPEAK!”

“No Itachi! He was here just to deliver the painting and that’s it I swear!”

“He looked like he was about to say something and I know you’ve been catching up with him over the phone, so don’t lie!” Itachi threatened to drag the knife further between Sasuke’s fingers, the increased contact of the blunt blade and the injured web making Sasuke flinch and muffle his cries. He refused to shout and scream like a girl for his pride hurt more to him than the physical pain he was enduring. Sasuke’s mind raced as Itachi’s grip remained firm and pressed his brother down even harder, causing the stationery to pierce even deeper into his skin. He was trying to recall all his conversations with Naruto and wondered which piece Itachi had heard to anger him so. Deciding that he could not possibly have found out about the dinner, he chose to tell a half lie hoping that his brother’s fury would be satisfied.

“He was a classmate… he wanted to catch up… Ow.. he wanted to apologize for all the fights we used to have in school…mmf!” Sasuke said, in between swallowed sobs and jabs of agonizing pain.

“Is that all? Well, surely Sasuke you understand that I don’t…”, Itachi pulled and tugged on Sasuke’s belt, “…like,” Itachi expertly undid Sasuke’s pants with one hand, letting the expensive cloth fall around his knees, “… seeing you,” he felt his underwear pushed aside, “…with other people. You're mine… you here me?!” Itachi rammed his fully erect cock into Sasuke.

“Ahh…” Sasuke couldn’t think anymore. All he could comprehend was the sound of a slight rip and the feeling of blood trickling as he was forcefully stretched, the force of the jerk causing the delicate skin in between his fingers to press against the dull blade.

“Yes…” He answered in reflex.

“Sasuke, you don’t… ah… need … anyone but me.” Itachi spoke breath heavy, ramming into Sasuke’s ass hard, relishing in each stroke as he came closer. He wanted to ensure his brother was his and his alone, that all the pleasure brought by each stroke was all the ecstasy Sasuke would ever need.

“Ahh… yes, Itachi.” Sasuke felt his brother’s cock press against his prostrate but was unable to indulge, the enjoyment cancelled out by the pain.

“Oh God Sasuke,” Itachi spoke as he used one hand to stroke Sasuke’s half erect member hard, the other hand still holding Sasuke’s head firmly pinned to his desk.

“Mmmf,” Sasuke let out a muffled moan but he was incapable of loving any bit of his brother’s raw need.

“Oh… Sasuke… my..my sweet angel…Ahhh!” and Itachi came, jerking every last seed as his cock went limp. Suddenly, Sasuke felt himself lifted from the table as Itachi cradled him onto a collapse heap of sweat slicked bodies on the floor. Sasuke cringed with the pain on his hand, chest and ass more evident now that the adrenalin had slowly faded causing his member to soften immediately.

“Sasuke, don’t ever do that to me again, you hear?”

“Yes Itachi.” All Sasuke could do was to respond robotically. He felt his brother hold him tight as he laid kisses on his midnight blue hair.

“Oh, look what you’ve done to yourself.” Itachi ran a hand across the blood spotted shirt that now wrapped Sasuke’s frail being.

“I’ll get Deidara to grab you a fresh set of clothes before you go off for the weekend.”

He felt Itachi get up and Sasuke slowly dragged himself to his feet, pulled up his pants and stumbled into his office chair, completely drained of life.

“Oh and Sasuke, if I ever see that blonde anywhere near you again. I’ll kill him, you understand?”
Sasuke stared off into space and nodded.