What Can I Do For You?

I don’t own Naruto nor do I make money from it



Summary: Naruto is a painter in need of a model. What he gets is Itachi. What he doesn’t know is that Itachi is the owner of the agency. What will happen when Naruto falls for his model?



A/N: Gift for my darling blueh who makes me happy with her beautiful art and sweet personality. Happy Birthday.



Paint Me Red



It wasn’t working. He couldn’t visualize the flow of muscle or the texture of skin. For the premier piece in his show, he needed something more. He only had a few weeks until the showing, yet he continued to toss aside canvas after canvas in his search for the ever elusive muse.



“Fuck!” He pulled the brush across the canvas in frustration. What to do? He needed a model--someone to give his muse a jump start.



Snatching the telephone book from its position as a doorstop, he flipped through the yellow pages. Was there even a listing for models? He hadn’t used an actual model since art school but desperate times called for desperate measures.



His finger ran along the listings until it stopped on a name. Sharingan Models. There was sure to be someone there who could be his muse for a few weeks. He was determined to show the world his talent and Naruto Uzumaki was nothing if not determined.



The line rang for several seconds before a voice answered. “Hello, I’d like to procure the services of a model.”



~*~



Naruto tossed random props across the chair he had situated in the center of his studio. Today would just be for testing colors with his model and maybe a few sketches. He wasn’t fully sure what he wanted to paint now that he was expecting a model. He’d chosen a model named Sasuke for his pale skin and dark eyes from a series of books presented to him when he’d gone to finalize the purchase. He snickered at the word. Purchase. It made him think of the buying of a slave. In essence, he was. He was buying the man from the agency for several hours a day. Excitement pooled in his stomach, making his fingers itch for the feel of the wooden end of a brush.



The bell rang from downstairs. Sasuke had arrived. The tingle grew even more powerful.



Racing down the stairs, he wrenched open the door to reveal not whom he’d expected. The man was gorgeous with long hair pulled back, deep obsidian eyes, and creamy skin. The stranger was an older, more attractive version of the model he’d scheduled--if such a thing was possible.



“You’re from the agency? I thought Sasuke was coming.” Naruto wasn’t sure if he was happy or disappointed. Everything he’d set out was worthless with this man--the feeling he got from him was completely different from what he’d experienced when gazing at Sasuke’s photograph.



“I’m afraid Sasuke will be unavailable to be your model. I hope that I will suffice. My name is Itachi.” A slender, manicured hand extended itself to Naruto. The very move was sensual, drawing Naruto’s attention from the beautiful face to the tapered fingers of the hand. He wanted very much to draw those hands.



Swallowing the thick lump from his throat, he accepted the hand. “A pleasure. Uhh…well I guess let’s get started. I’ve set up the studio. Today I’m just going to try some colors on you and maybe sketch a little. We won’t get into the actual painting for a couple of sessions.”



“You’re the boss.” The smallest of smiles lifted the corner of the chiseled lips.



Naruto mentally chastised himself for staring and led the way upstairs towards his studio. The room had been the selling feature when he’d searched for a house outside of the city and away from the noise. The light entering from the vaulted windows was nearly perfection. He could not have hoped for a better room to act as his studio.



“Just sit in that chair while I pull out a few pieces of fabric.” Naruto set about snatching various fabrics from the large armoire situated in the corner. He’d initial pulled out blues and blacks, as those were the colors he’d visualized from Sasuke’s photograph. With Itachi, blue and black just didn’t seem right.



Tossing a green silk around Itachi’s shoulders, he stood back before shaking his head. The color clashed too much with the dark hair. The blue was definitely out as well. Taking a rich red crushed velvet from the armoire, he slid it in place. Perfect. The red balanced perfectly with Itachi’s dark eyes and hair while accentuating the creamy skin.



“I hope you like red,” Naruto smirked as he set the velvet aside to stare at the upturned face.



“It’s fine.” Even his voice seemed cultured--purring from chiseled lips. This man didn’t come across as a model. He held arrogance yet frailty--combined strength and beauty.



“I have a few questions before we start. Do you have a problem posing nude or semi-nude. This isn’t a painting meant for a fashion statement but you don’t have to worry. You won’t be portrayed as slutty at all.” Naruto pulled out his large sketch book and a few pencils, eager to begin transferring the man’s visage to paper.



“As long as it’s tasteful, I don’t mind.” Itachi shifted a bit on his chair. “Would you like me in any position?”



The words were completely innocent but for whatever reason, heat shot directly into Naruto’s groin. He found himself flushing brightly and coughing a little. “Just sit there for now. I’m going to try and get a few sketches of you so I’ll know how best to pose you.”



Immediately Naruto was drawn into his own world. He existed only for the images he began to transcribe on the textured paper. Each image was detailed with every line on the face and flow of the hair over broad shoulder. Each shifting of the model in the chair provided a new angle to capture. When the sunlight began to alter, his mind blinked into focus once more.



“Oh Christ, I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention to the time.” Naruto jumped to his feet. “You know, you could have said something. I’ve kept you longer than I intended. It’s just that you are so intriguing to capture on paper.” Naruto extended his hands in apology.



“It’s alright. I wasn’t bored. I found you just as intriguing to watch as you found me. You become very intense and focused when you’re drawing.” Itachi smirked, slipping his coat. “I’m glad for the turn of fate that placed me on your doorstep instead of my brother. I don’t spend as much time in the modeling scene as I used to.”



“Sasuke’s your brother?”



A gleam entered Itachi's eyes. “He is. Not to worry, I’m sure he wouldn’t have the patience to sit for you. He likes the more exciting field of photography modeling. I’m sure the two of you would have been at each other’s throats before the end of the session.”



“Same time tomorrow?” Naruto was hopeful Itachi would be willing to sit for him again. He was the perfect muse for his final piece.



“I’ll be here.” Itachi’s lips twitched a little. “Take care, Naruto Uzumaki.”



“You too.”



~*~



Itachi stepped from the house and into the waiting car on the curb. He couldn’t hold in the smirk at his brother’s annoyed glare. “You owe me for this, Itachi.”



“Come now, Sasuke. You would have hated it anyway. He didn’t talk. He simply sat there scratching a pencil across paper. You would have probably gotten into a fist fight with him.” Itachi rested his head against the seat.



Sasuke snorted. “Yeah…you are the boss after all. What would you have done if he’d picked Deidara or Sakura? Would you have replaced them?”



“I would. When I want something I go after it. You know that, Sasuke.” Itachi smirked a little, tracing his finger along the leather interior of the car.



“No shit. You know…if I wasn’t already seeing Hinata I might have told you to go fuck yourself and shacked up with the blond. He’s fucking hot, that’s for damn sure.” Sasuke snickered a little at the glare he received from his brother.



“I hold your pay check in my hand, little brother. I’m sure I could have found a reason or two for you to offer up your services,” he said with a narrowing of eyes.



“Just watch yourself. He doesn’t seem bright when it comes to seduction. It’s probably all the paint fumes. Don’t get in over your head.” Sasuke turned his eyes back to the road, steering the vehicle towards Itachi’s apartment.



“Never, little brother.” Today was only the beginning.



~*~



Naruto was practically waiting at the door for Itachi arrive before ushering him inside. Today he would try out a few positions with him semi nude--possibly to decide if he wanted him sitting, standing, or reclining.



“Can you take off your shirt?” He asked nervously.



An arching of a manicured brow was all he received before the other began to strip for him. The coat was draped across a spare chair, followed shortly by the wool pullover. As the expanse of pristine chest was revealed, he found himself unable to tear his eyes away. If he’d thought his face was perfection, his body only added more to it. Lithe muscle was pulled taut, covered in a coat of alabaster skin. He had the body of a dancer, smooth and strong. Broad shoulders tapered to a slender waist and disappeared into dark slacks. The slacks hung low on hips to reveal shadowed dips, tantalizing Naruto with a glimpse of sensual skin. Dark hair swirled around a small navel before disappearing in the dark pants. He was so tempted to ask him to completely strip. He’d never been so captivated by the human form as he was now.



“Go…” He swallowed thickly, attempting not to embarrass himself too much. “Go sit in the chair. I want to try a couple of poses.”



Itachi settled in the same chair from the previous day, crossing his legs and awaiting instructions from the artist. Naruto walked around him a few times, but finding the simple act of sitting not moving enough for what he wanted from the piece. He took a slender wrist, trying different poses, almost like a photographer.



After nearly an hour of adjusting the body before him, he released a sigh of frustration. Itachi responded in suit. “Is there something wrong?”



“It’s not your fault. I can’t decide on a pose,” Naruto groaned. He should have known he wouldn’t get off so easy. “Why don’t you go get a drink while I run some ideas through my head.”



Itachi arched his brow before nodding and exiting towards the kitchen. Naruto pulled out his sketch book, testing several poses on a bare page. He didn’t even hear the other reenter the room, carrying two sodas.



Itachi, deciding not to disturb him, sat on the dais set up behind the chair he’d occupied earlier, propping his feet on the vacated chair. His hands rested on his bare stomach as he watched Naruto’s growing frustration with the paper before him. “Should I come back another time?”



Naruto glanced up, his eyes landing on the casual pose. “Don’t move!”



He jumped to his feet, tugging at Itachi’s trousers to reveal more of his skin and bringing the coarse hair below his navel into view. Itachi froze at the tugging on his pants as callused hands ran over his hips. A faint blush rose to his cheeks as Naruto sat back to eye him.



“Perfect!” Naruto exclaimed, setting about draping the red velvet around him and removing any colors but red.



His fingers reached to plow through Itachi’s hair, startling the man even more than having his pants practically tugged over his hips. The inky locks were spread over his shoulders to stand in stark presence against the pale skin.



Naruto fumbled for his digital camera, snapping a few shots of Itachi. This was the pose he wanted but something was missing from the face. Even after Itachi had schooled his features to neutral once more, Naruto couldn’t help but feel something was missing. He wanted to capture the sultry look he’d seen cross the other’s face mere moments ago. How did one ask a model for a particular look? Was it like in the movies where the photographer said ‘Give me sexy’ or was there more involved? No harm in asking.



“Itachi…can you look at me with sex?” That didn’t come out right. Naruto blushed brightly at the confused look on the other’s face. “I mean, I want you to look like you were looking at your lover across the room, calling her to you.”



“Him.”



Naruto blinked a few times in confusion. “Pardon?”



“I prefer men so I’m calling to him.” A smug look crossed Itachi’s face, one corner of his lips lifting as he explained his sexual preference.



“That works…” Naruto gulped loudly, backing up a bit at the carnal look crossing Itachi’s face.



“I’m afraid I don’t know the exact look you are wanting. Perhaps I can try some on you.” Itachi arched his neck a little showing off the smooth skin before reaching to run a hand through his hair. His tongue darted out to moisten his lip. “Is this what you wanted?”



His eyes followed the movement--locked on the darting tongue. Heat pooled heavily in his crotch--the unbidden thought of having those pink lips wrapped around his cock flooded his mind. Those sinisterly dark eyes promised long nights of heated bodies rubbing together in unison. Naruto opened his mouth but only a garbled sound escaped. “Yeah…”



Itachi’s lips twitched, amusement light the sinfully dark eyes. “Forgive me, Naruto. I couldn’t resist teasing you.”



Naruto growled a little before stalking to where his sketch book lay. The angry scraping of pencil against paper filled the room. Naruto was practically steaming. He wasn’t really mad at Itachi. He was mad at himself. He allowed himself to be seduced by false looks of lust cast his way. The man was essentially an actor. He was paid to give the person with the camera the looks he or she wanted. Looks of lust and desire were his specialty.



“Naruto?”



Naruto carefully avoided meeting Itachi's eyes. “What?”



“I’m sorry if I upset you. I wasn’t trying to be malicious.” Itachi dropped his feet from the chair. “I was only teasing.”



“I know you were only teasing.” That’s why he was so upset. It was only teasing and yet it hurt in ways Itachi couldn’t understand.



Itachi was silent for a moment until a grin crept across his face. He stood and glided across the distance separating them to run his hand over Naruto's shoulder. “Are you upset that I teased you or that I’m teasing without being interested?”



“Stop doing that.” Naruto growled, slapping away the hand.



“What if I don’t want to stop?” Itachi purred, tunneling his fingers through the messy blond hair.



He wouldn’t say he didn’t try to resist the temptation. With Itachi running his fingers over him and speaking to him in a voice oozing sex. Was it so hard to believe that he could break under the pressure?



Grabbing Itachi’s hands, he pulled them from his hair. “I warned you.”



He pushed the other until Itachi fell back, crashing down onto the dais. Naruto straddled the sprawled legs, jerking the other’s torso upwards and slamming his lips into Itachi’s. He was forceful, his tongue plunging in past shock slack lips. He was determined to prove a point to the smirking man. Itachi would think twice before cock teasing him again.



He’d thought only to make his point across. He didn’t expect arms to encircle his waist or a tongue to join his in tasting. He most certainly didn’t expect the low moan rumble through the chest beneath him.



Naruto pulled back to stare at Itachi’s hooded gaze. “I’m sorry…”



“Naruto?” Itachi sat up.



“We’re done for today. You can find your way out.” Naruto began spreading the fabric he’d chosen over the dais, arranging it how he liked--anything to keep him busy and his thoughts away from the other’s confused gaze. He shouldn’t take it out on Itachi. He couldn’t know of his past relationship that had ended far too soon. He heard Itachi sigh.



“As you wish.” Itachi left him, the closing of the door signaling his exit.



Naruto slumped to the floor. His fingers lifted to his lips. He hadn’t been in a relationship since Gaara. They’d met in art school. Gaara had majored in photography while Naruto focused on fine arts. They’d had their problems but for the most part, they’d seemed the perfect match until Naruto was pulled out of class. His advisor relayed the news that Gaara had been hit by a car while taking photos on Main Street. The driver had been talking on the phone.



He’d been a wreck for months after his lover’s death. Depression had forced him into a dark place. It wasn’t until he’d overdosed on the sleeping pills his doctor had prescribed did he receive a wake up call. Gaara’s sister, Temari, showed up at the hospital to give him a black eye. Afterward, she raged at him. How dare he shame Gaara’s memory by doing something so utterly stupid? Maybe it was her anger that got through to him. He spent the next six months in grief counseling.



Naruto stared at the blank canvas from across the room. Was he ready for letting another person into his life? Was Itachi just looking for a quick fuck? The phone began ringing, pulling him from his funk.



He jumped to his feet, picking up the bedroom line. “Hello?”



“Naruto? How are you?”



A grin split his face. “Temari. I was just thinking of you.”



She chuckled on the other line. “Nothing bad I hope.”



“Just of the day you gave me a black eye after Gaara died.” Naruto smiled as the line went quiet.



“You weren’t thinking of doing anything stupid were you? I know you artist types--all emo and shit.” Temari growled in his ear, reminding him of a mother bear.



“No but…what would you say if I told you I’d met someone,” he asked. He felt the need for her approval. It was almost as if her approval was Gaara’s approval.



“I’d say it’s about fucking time. Gaara would have hated to see you alone. He was the antisocial one, not you. It’s been two years, Naruto. Sometimes you just have to let go.” Temari sighed loudly as she finished her statement.



“Thanks. I needed to hear it from you.”



He could practically hear her rolling her eyes. “You are a moron. I’ll call you in a couple of weeks and see how it goes. I want to be introduced to this guy. If he hurts you I’ll cut his balls off.”



“If things work out, I’ll introduce you.” Naruto smiled at the mental image of Temari meeting Itachi. It was both scary and humorous. A great weight lifted from his shoulders. It Itachi was willing…he’d like to see where this took them.



~*~



Naruto worked all night readying his canvas for Itachi’s visage. He had the basic form and background completed. He needed Itachi to complete the work. He needed to see the skin. He needed to know where the shadows fell. He wanted to transcribe onto canvas each curve and plane of the man who stirred a part he thought long dead after Gaara’s death.



The buzzing of the doorbell drew him from his swirling thoughts and into the present. Ripping open the door, he was once more surprised to see a person he was not expecting. The face vaguely favored Itachi and he realized it must be the original model he had requested. Sasuke.



“Where’s Itachi?”



“Itachi has a business to run. He said for me to tell you he was sorry and that he arranged for you to have the original model you requested. I don’t know what you said to him but I haven’t seen him this distracted since our parents died.” Sasuke crossed his arms, scowling intensely at Naruto while the other appeared shocked.



Naruto recovered quickly. “Where is he?”



“Where do you think? He’s at the company. The Sharingan Model Agency doesn’t run itself, you know.” Sasuke grunted. “So where do you want me to stand?”



“I’m sorry, I have somewhere I have to be.” Naruto grabbed his keys before shoving Sasuke out of the way.



He raced past another man, ignoring his presence in his need to see Itachi. He had to apologize. He had to make him understand that only he could be his model. No other would be able to grace his painting.



The long haired man watched the disappearing blond with a raised brow. “What are you doing here Sasuke? Itachi sent me to replace him.”



“I’m afraid your services won’t be needed, Neji. I think Itachi will be the person featured on that idiot’s canvas. I swear, I don’t understand what my brother sees in that moron.” Sasuke rolled his eyes heavenward. “I only hope he appreciates the trouble I go through for him.”



Neji chuckled. “You are starting to sound like Shikamaru. Well, since it looks like I’m free, would you like to call Hinata and go get an early lunch?”



Sasuke smirked, “I think that is a marvelous idea. We’ll finish just in time to see my brother after his meeting with Naruto. That should be an interesting event.”



~*~



Naruto was panting as he paused by the receptionist desk. He’d been too impatient to wait for the elevator, instead choosing to race up the twelve flights of stairs. “Are you alright sir?”



“Itachi…I…need…to see…Itachi.”



The woman blinked a few times before answering. “I’m sorry, Mr. Uchiha isn’t seeing anyone today. If you would like to see one of our agents…”



“Listen woman! I just ran up twelve flights of stairs. You tell Itachi I’m here or I’ll run through here opening up every door until I find him.” Naruto snarled the words, his patience long having left him.



“It’s alright, Ino. I’ll see him.” Itachi stood in the glass doorway leading towards the offices.



“Itachi.”



Itachi nodded, gesturing for Naruto to follow him. Curious employees followed the two with their eyes--lips letting loose once the two were out of range. Itachi opened the door to his office, pulling the shades tight to provide at least a little privacy for the two. “I take it you weren’t pleased with who I sent to replace me?”



“That asshole? No, I wasn’t pleased when some guy shows up on my doorstep and starts dictating to me. I mean…I get that he was my first choice but the canvas only wants you now.” Naruto crossed his arms.



“Pardon?” Itachi’s brow lifted into his hairline. “Who was on your doorstep?”



Naruto rolled his eyes at the raised brow. “Sasuke…you know the spiky haired arrogant asshole.”



“I see. Would you care to pick another then? My models are at your disposal.” Itachi gestured to the book lying on the coffee table in the corner of the room.



“Damn it! I don’t want anyone else. I want to paint you. I’m sorry I didn’t give you what you wanted but I was confused. I was scared because you…I mean…When Gaara died, I didn’t know what to do. I had finally gotten my life back on track and then you came in and suddenly I wasn’t thinking about Gaara anymore.” Naruto flailed his arms wildly as he spoke. “I want to paint you, Itachi.”



“Is that all you want?” Itachi swiveled his chair to face out the window.



Naruto grabbed the chair, turning it and forcing Itachi to face him. “That’s not all I want. I can’t make any promises but I find myself drawn to you in a way I haven’t ever felt. I’d like to see where this takes us.”



“Hn. You’ll have to do better than that to sway me.” Itachi smirked up at the blond.



“I can do much better.” Naruto pulled Itachi to his feet, crushing their lips together. He needed to taste what he’d sampled the day before. He was desperate for the feelings rushing through him. Not even Gaara had pulled such an urgent response from him, but he was a different man now.



His tongue lapped along the closed lips before prying its way into the warm interior. He could taste the coffee on Itachi’s tongue, mixing with his own natural spicy flavor. “Is that better?”



Itachi swallowed visibly. “It’s a start.”



“Will you let me use you to finish my painting?” Naruto smirked, licking the damp lips again, a pleasured sigh erupting through him.



“Do you think you can afford me?” Itachi opened his closed eyes to stare directly into blue depths.



They both knew he wasn’t talking about money. A nearly feral grinned creased Naruto‘s face as he swooped down for another kiss. “I think I can swing it.”



~*~



The room buzzed with the chatter as men and women walked among the pieces. Already he’d received offers on several paintings but the one garnering the largest response was the one displayed centrally. Itachi’s lust hazy eyes gleamed outwardly, drawing in the viewers.



“Looks like your painting is a hit.” Sasuke took a sip from the champagne flute.



“Lucky for me, it’s not for sale,” Itachi chuckled, wrapping his arm around Naruto as he approached. “Your show is a success.”



“Thanks to you.” Naruto leaned down to brush a kiss across the smirking lips. “Nearly everything has sold.”



“Congratulations are in order.” Itachi deepened the kiss, lifting a hand to cup the tan jaw.



“Ugh…can you stop with the PDAs.” Sasuke scowled at his brother.



A gleam sparkled in Naruto’s eyes. “Jealous that you can’t kiss me, bastard?”



“You wish, moron. The only reason I tolerate you is because Itachi is infatuated with you.” Sasuke scowled at the blond before muttering, “God only knows why.”



“Naruto, I think the gallery can handle the purchases.” Itachi tugged Naruto towards the exit, leading him towards the waiting limousine.



“Why are we leaving?” Naruto balked as he was tugged into the vehicle.



“Because I couldn’t do this in a room full of people.” Itachi grinned, climbing on Naruto’s lap to straddle his thighs.



Naruto gaped as lips descended on him, kissing along his jaw. Nimble fingers plucked open the buttons of the shirt to reveal the taut expanse of skin. Silver barbells gleamed in the faint light, drawing Itachi’s lips.



“Itachi…” Naruto’s hands gripped the dark strands of hair, pulling the lips closer.



Itachi smirked, running his tongue around the piercing before latching on with his teeth. A few tugs and Naruto was putty in hands. “I don’t know how I stood the evening without ravishing you.”



Naruto moaned. “I don’t know either but don’t stop now.”



Itachi chuckled, dipping his hand to palm the now evident erection making itself known in Naruto’s trousers. “I don’t plan on it.”



Naruto groaned as Itachi’s lips left his nipples to travel southward. Each moan or grunt from the other only spurred him onward. He nipped at each ridge along Naruto’s abdomen until he reached the dress slacks. Itachi smirked a little as he released the belt and slipped a hand into the soft material to remove Naruto’s erection from its captivity.



Lapping along the crest, his touches were once more guided by Naruto’s sounds of pleasure. The head began drooling precut as Itachi suckled along the mushroomed head.



“Please have mercy on me, 'Tachi!” Naruto arched in the seat, trying desperately to have his shaft swallowed by the heated mouth teasing him.



“Not yet.” Itachi pulled back, pulling a few things from a bag placed on a nearby seat.



Pulling out a condom, he tore the foil wrapper with his teeth. “I haven’t had sex in a limo since I was a teenager.”



“You had sex…in a limo?” Naruto groaned as the latex was rolled over his throbbing hardness.



“Several times that night.” Itachi’s chuckle was transformed into a gasp as he was forced down on the seat. “Naruto?”



“When you’re with me…I want you to only think of me.” He hissed flipping Itachi over so that his face was buried in the leather seats.



Naruto practically ripped Itachi’s trousers in his lust to be buried in the tight ass. He groaned loudly as the pale globes were revealed. His lips lowered nip along the lean muscle before zeroing in on the twitching pucker located between them.



He growled low before swiping his tongue over the skin. A hiss from Itachi made him smirk. “Mine,” he growled as he began to swirl his tongue around the skin. Each swipe had Itachi pushing back into his lips. A finger joined his tongue. The penetration had a garbled moan escaping Itachi.



“You’re tight.” Naruto lapped again at the skin while his finger thrust in a mock imitation of the future act he planned on performing.



“It’s…been a while…” Itachi gasped out as the hand in his hair left to stroke his erection straining beneath him.



“Good.” Naruto shoved his fingers in harder, forcing another choked cry from Itachi.



“God…just fuck me already.” Itachi groaned at the final swipe of the tongue.



“Lube?”



“In the bag.” Itachi attempted to rise but was shoved down once more.



“I like you like this.” Naruto snarled, pouring lube over his latex clad erection.



Itachi was about to retort when Naruto’s hard cock was rocked against his ass. All that escaped was a groan, his hips pushing back as the shaft slid between his buttocks teasingly.



“Naruto…stop teasing.”



“You’re the boss,” he chuckled, lining up his erection and slowly pushing through the tight muscle. His eyes closed as the warm heat enveloped him. Muscles clenched around him, heightening his pleasure to astronomical proportions.



He slid slowly inward until he heard Itachi gasp. Naruto smirked. He loved the sounds Itachi made. For someone so strong and determined, he made such slutty little sounds. Pumping his hips a little, he watched with satisfaction as the knuckles on Itachi’s clenched hands whitened.



Pulling back slightly, he slid inside--feeling the muscles clench around him as he brushed against Itachi’s prostate. “You feel so good…”



Itachi groaned, his eyes clenched tightly. “Less talk…more action.”



Naruto growled, pulling back to push back inside deeply drawing a responding growl from Itachi. The following was a flurry of movement. Itachi shoved back against the pounding hips.



Naruto’s hand left his erection to clench at his hips. Itachi’s hand quickly slid to replace it--alternating between pumping and swirling his thumb over the tip. Naruto leaned back on his haunches, watching as Itachi’s body swallowed him. He watched as the muscles around the other’s anus clenched with each inward thrust.



“Itachi?” He groaned, his fingers bruising the skin on Itachi’s hips.



“I’m close…” Itachi gasped, his body tensing up.



Naruto reached between their bodies to squeeze Itachi’s sac. The motion began a chain reaction in Itachi’s body. He released a little scream before jerking, his body spurting thick jets of semen across the seats of the limo.



The tight feel of Itachi sent Naruto to the edge. Two thrusts later he was growling, filling the condom with his essence before collapsing on Itachi. The sound of their breath filled the interior of the limo.



“Naruto…” Itachi gasped out, his body still shaking from the orgasm.



“Yeah…”



“I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard.” He lifted to push Naruto to recline against the seat, sliding up his body to rest his head against the sweat damp chest.



“I know I’ve never come that hard,” he admitted stroking the tufts of hair plastered against Itachi’s temple. “How would you feel about sitting for me again?”



“Hn…I’m sure you’ll figure out a way to persuade me.” Itachi chuckled smugly.



“You bet your ass I will. Especially if I get rewards for popular shows.” Naruto snickered, earning a shove.



“Don’t push your luck.”



Naruto leaned down to kiss the parted lips. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”



The end.