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I Bring You: NEW BETTER LONGER REAL CHAPTER 12!!!! I know you've probably read the first part before, if there's anyone left following this thing still, but keep going, there's more now!


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The three boys got into the airport rather late, Naruto nodding off to sleep on the cab ride over. Itachi had seated himself between them again, and Sasuke watched in slight envy as Naruto's head lolled over onto his brother's shoulder. It wasn't fair, now that he knew Naruto liked him, that they could maybe have something, he couldn't, and it was all because of Itachi. He sulked, looking out the window, hoping his brother didn't have any idea why he was sulking.

They pulled up to the darkened dorm buildings of Konoha quietly, Itachi stopping to pay the man while Sasuke took the opportunity to haul the blond out, yawning groggily into his hand. It was adorable, there simply wasn't any other word for it, even if he did get nervous holding the boy when his brother was so close. Still, he started off towards the dorms, hoping Itachi wouldn't follow them closely. He wanted to bring the boy home, then go straight to bed. He did have class tomorrow after all.

He made it to the door before Itachi caught up to them. The blond was standing on his own now, but still yawning every other breath. It was contagious. Sasuke held his breath though, until his brother breezed past them, clearly off to do some sort of business. The lucky bastard didn't have classes tomorrow, so he could do whatever the fuck he wanted. Sasuke scowled, directing the boy inside.

They stopped at the elevator, Naruto shifting uneasily from foot to foot, worrying his hands together behind his back. He looked over at Sasuke shyly, which the boy though was weird.

"H-hey Sasuke. Do you ... uh, think maybe I could ... kind of, stay with you tonight?" He blushed a little, and Sasuke raised an eyebrow. Interesting proposition. He was about to respond when the boy cut in. "I mean, I don't really wanna see Gaara right now, not after what happened. And I just ... well, I guess ... I kinda wanna stay with you too." Sasuke grinned as the elevator dinged, doors sliding open to let them in.

"Yeah, sure, but I only have one bed-" He paused for a second, not able to pull down the grin on his face, "-it's a double though, we could both fit."

X


It was awkward walking into the little room with anyone besides Itachi behind him. No one else had been in this room besides him and Itachi really. Itachi's friends never came by here, at least not for long enough to come in, usually just dropping him off or coming to drag him somewhere. Still, the fluttering in his stomach was mostly an excited one as he stepped aside to let Naruto move past him, closing the door quietly behind him.

Sasuke stared down at his feet for a moment, hands clutched together behind him, palms damp with his own sweat. He glanced at Naruto out of the corner of his eye. The boy was smiling widely, looking around in quiet approval. He felt self conscious again then, though he wasn't sure why.

The room was a little messy, nowhere near the state of some of the other kids in their class, but there was clothing scattered about on the floor, his bed unmade, sheets twisted around. He didn't have much in the way of personal artifacts out, a few pictures Itachi had tacked up behind the desk, mostly of him looking detached and surly, standing with Itachi, or Dei and Sasori, usually in front of some monument or building, one on the ferry. There were a few books and manga stacked on the desk, but otherwise things were blank and dull.

Naruto flopped down onto the bed with a sigh, leaning back and closing his eyes, listening to Sasuke move around the room purposefully. He cracked an eye when he heard the Uchiha's footsteps stop.

"Whatcha looking at, teme?" He tried to sound tough but it just came out sounding thin and sarcastic to his own ears. Sasuke flinched a little, not sure exactly what he was doing himself. He looked back at the boy on his bed, trying to think of how Itachi would handle this. Well, how Itachi would handle this if throwing him up against a wall and having his way wasn't possible.

Hesitantly he took a slow step forward, then another, until he was standing right in front of the blond, eyes locked on the boy's lips. Naruto's eyes slid open again as he heard the boy still, his lips curving into a smile at the unsure expression on the Uchiha's face. He moved back a little on the bed, sitting with his back against the wall.

Sasuke crawled onto the bed in front of the other boy, mouth suddenly dry from anxiousness and anticipation. He shifted his weight, placing one hand on either side of the other boy's hips, leaning close, looking into half lidded blue eyes, shining back the same nervousness he felt. He pushed his own back, smirking slightly as he settled himself between outstretched legs, curling his own beneath himself comfortably. He studied the tanned face in front of him, inches away and leaning ever so slowly closer until he felt the halting breath hissing from Naruto's mouth, echoing lightly across his own, making him shiver slightly.

"Stop teasing, teme. Are you going to do it or not?" The warm voice was thick with tension, breaking slightly at the end. He nodded, but it was still Naruto who leaned in across the space between them, placing open lips lightly against his own until he leaned in, shifting his weight against the other boy's chest, letting one hand tangle in blond hair, the other resting on the boy's shoulder.

He wasted no time pushing his tongue across the space their mouths shared though, pushing it against Naruto's like a response to an unspoken challenge. He leaned into the kiss, putting everything he had behind it, all the things he hoped this boy could bring him. Naruto's mouth was warm and soft, and it tasted like blue skies and summertime, like freedom. His own breath was coming up short, his chest no longer tight with worry and want, everything pouring through this contact and out. It was like letting blood, or bleeding poison, everything sucked out of his open wounds by the soft movement of swelling, slightly chapped lips on his own.

Naruto's fingers found their way under his shirt then, pushing the fabric up as they traced his spine, slid along his ribcage, tickled past his bellybutton, always moving, searching, plotting new territories. It was like discovering himself all over again, living vicariously through those slightly calloused fingers, so different than his brother's on his skin. The thought only made him push harder, want to go deeper. He shifted himself backwards a little, pulling Naruto with him, taking the hem of the boy's shirt in his hands, one of his own that Itachi had given the boy before they left Tokyo.

He slid it up, pulling away for a single gasping second to drag it over blond hair before he dived back in, drowning in that kiss once more, shifting back to press the boy into the wall behind them again. His hands were free now to skate along tanned flesh, no longer nervous fingers searching out and cataloguing all the little spots that made Naruto whimper, swallowing every moan greedily until the insistent hands on his own flesh pushed him back, pulling up his own shirt, only to have it catch around his shoulders in the fumbling grasp.

He growled lowly, slapping the hands away and pulling it off himself. He sat up, looking down at Naruto, panting arrhythmically in front of him, blue eyes now lolled almost all the way closed. He couldn't help but smirk then, small and secret, sure the boy couldn't see clearly enough the make it out. He slid backwards, chuckling silently at the small noise of protest that slipped from between the other boy's slightly parted lips, the way Naruto's eyes were suddenly wide, his hands suddenly grasping at anything they could find of pale skin.

"Ssshhhh, Dobe. I'm not going anywhere, calm down." He directed the boy to lie down with gentle touches, easing Naruto down onto his back, setting the blond head on the pillows at one end of the bed before he slid down next to him, sealing the answering noises with his own mouth, swallowing him down again. He shivered at the warm hands on his bare back now, sliding and gripping at him. He leaned up on one arm, letting his other hand rest on Naruto's bared chest, loving the way the boy's breath moved the ribcage under his fingers, muscles sliding like warm butter.

Itachi was never like this, uncontrolled and raw, like an open wound or a bird just learning how to fly. It was a heady feeling to him, one he'd never really had before. He thought he could come to enjoy this. It was purely by accident that his arm rubbed over the boy's crotch, eliciting the most delicious moan yet from the boy. He swallowed that too, suckling Naruto's tongue into his mouth, nibbling it lightly as he reached down to touch the boy again, purposefully this time. It was magical, feeling that hardness under his fingers, knowing that someone else in this world really did want him.

"Sa-Sasu-ke..." the moan of his name made him suddenly realize he was hard too, as the blood rushed to his groin. He shifted, hissing softly at the way the bulge in his own shorts rubbed against Naruto's hip at the movement. Itachi had been the only one to ever really acknowledge him positively, apart from the paid staff of their estates. It was like heaven to have another warm body beside him, beneath him, under his control.

He gave the boy's crotch another brief stroke before moving his hand to the snap on Naruto's shorts, these he didn't recognize, thinking vaguely that Itachi had taken the boy shopping while they were in Tokyo, so they must be new. All thoughts of new clothing and the Tokyo trip stopped though, when his fingers wrapped around their prize finally, giving the boy and experimental pump. He felt the friction of his flesh on the hard shaft in his hand, and the sound of Naruto's little gasp was amazing. He moved his hand, slowly and methodically, focusing his eyes on the boy before him, trailing from the face twisted into some sort of ecstatic trance, to the hard muscles of the boy's torso now slicked with sweat, to his own hand, deftly moving on the darkening shaft before him. It was delicious, this whole situation was just delicious.

He trailed his lips down the line of Naruto's jaw, across the cords of his neck, down the the softer flesh where it met with his shoulder, skating his tongue across salty but undeniably perfect tanned flesh. He suckled there hard, drawing up a mark, dark and irregular, letting the skin fall from his mouth with a wet plop, licking the area gently before sinking his teeth in over top of it, biting hard enough to bruise, but not hard enough to break the skin.

He felt Naruto tense at that, his breath coming to a frantic peak as Sasuke's hand moved quickly over his heated shaft. Then Sasuke felt his fingers covered with slick wet heat, dripping down slowly. Naruto bit his tongue, but a small moan still escaped him, making Sasuke shiver with his own need. The tanned boy beside him veritably melted, going still but for the now level, deep movement of his chest with every breath. Sasuke rolled onto his back beside him, using his clean hand to pull his own shorts down past his hips, barely far enough to free his own need before he wrapped the wet fist around it, pumping himself.

"Ah, aah." He bit his tongue to keep from moaning out any real words, closing his eyes tightly. It startled him when he felt warm hands moving languidly over the muscles of his bare stomach, the weight next to him shifting till they could grip his hip bones. He tried to push all that away though, thinking only of his necessary release. He only opened his eyes when his hand was forcibly moved from his shaft, and he felt sharp teeth nip his hip bone lightly. His eyes went wide though, when he felt a sudden wet heat on the tip of his member, warm fingers wrapping the base tightly, pumping and twisting, slick from Naruto's saliva and the boy's cum that had been transferred from Sasuke's hand.

He let his fingers twist into the blond hair then, his eyes sliding closed at the wonderful feeling. He was unable to stop the bucking of his hips, his brother always held them tightly down when he did this, controlling him perfectly at all times, especially when giving him pleasure. It was a conditioned response in him to moan lowly, his voice thick and coarse in his throat.

"Oh gods, a please-" He tightened his fingers in Naruto's hair, feeling himself getting closer. The boy was sloppy, his technique was a little naive, but he made up the difference with enthusiasm and a desire to please. Sasuke knew it wouldn't be long now. "-Ah, aah, so close, please just-"

His words lost all meaning then, as he peaked, vision rushing through a hazy white finish before returning. He was gasping, and damp with his own sweat, still clutching at the boy's hair while he swallowed, resting his tanned cheek on one sticky thigh. Sasuke caught his breath quickly though, arching up a little to asses the mess with a grimace. He nudged Naruto off of him, sliding off his shorts and using them to mop up most of the mess from himself, offering them to Naruto who took them with a raised eyebrow, but made a cursory swipe of his own front before tossing them away.

Naruto crawled back up his form then, until he was beside Sasuke again, only their positions were reversed now, with Naruto leaning over him, one hand stroking his chest softly, blue eyes trailing up his torso until both met on his neck. He fingered the fading bruises there with a distant look.

"Who gave you these, Sasuke?" The question was soft, hesitant. The Uchiha let his eyes slide closed.

"I don't want to talk about that, not now." Naruto's eyes twitched up to his face, he could feel them, but the fingers remained, tracing the marks.

"Will he be mad, about us I mean?" Sasuke flinched a little.

"Yeah, I imagine he will.-" He paused, wetting his lips, trying to say it as tactfully as possible. "-Thats why we should probably keep it a secret, for now at least. He can be a right bastard, and I don't want to lose you, not before I've even really had you." He shivered, imagining Itachi's livid face if he ever found out. He could almost feel the way his brother's fingers would curl into his skin, the way Itachi would throw him down angrily, the way he would yell and storm and glare. That wasn't the most dangerous part though, he'd lived through that before, his brother's rage. He could still feel the divots his brother's fingers had dug into his hips the last time.

The dangerous part came afterwards, when the calm returned to his brother's face, when he was back in control of himself. That was when he used his mind, when he plotted, and schemed, and pinned you down so tightly you felt like you could never breathe again, all without laying a finger on you. Sasuke shivered and snuggled down closer next to Naruto's warm body. No, they'd have to keep this secret for a long long time.

X


When Sasuke woke up the next morning he was slightly sticky, extremely tired, and his muscles ached for no good reason. He was also alone, and it took him a moment to realize that that wasn't right. He sat up, listening for any sounds of inhabitation from the other side of the closed bathroom door, but found none. He scowled, disentangling himself from the blankets after a couple of tried and swung to his feet, scratching his chest idly with one hand as he bit back a yawn.

It was monday, and a glance at the clock told him he had 45 minutes to get to class. If it was anyone but Umino-sensei he would walk in late, but that man had some sort of special hatred for him, no doubt due to his brother though he didn't know why, and he was sure he'd be harshly disciplined for being late again. He knocked out of politeness before pushing the bathroom door open but when he entered he found it as empty as he had suspected, though he'd secretly hoped it wouldn't be. Waking up with a warm body next to him was something he imagined he would enjoy, but the little domestic things like brushing his teeth seemed so much sweeter when there was someone there to do them with.

He sighed, pushing the door closed behind him and turning on the shower. The water was a bit too hot, but he let it be, scrubbing the sweat and sex from his skin quickly. These things had become routine for him, and he could do them without thinking. Instead, he tried to remember if he'd bothered to go to the last literature class, on wednesday. He vaguely remembered it, but didn't remember if they'd had homework. He shrugged mentally, shutting off the water. It's not like the teacher expected anything from him, so as long as he could slide a passing grade out of the class he'd be okay. No one had failed him yet, but he suspected that had more to do with no one wanting to have him again. Sometimes the reputation of his brother came in handy.

He shut the water off, realizing he'd been spacing out and cursing himself for it. It was warm in the little bathroom, but he still groped outside the shower for his towel without opening the door more than necessary, keeping the steam inside. It was a habit by now. He slunk out of the bathroom with the towel slung low across his hips, his foul mood at waking up alone soon dissipating when he remembered that Naruto would be in his first class of the day.

He knew he couldn't exactly do anything in class, where there were other people around, but he could at least see Naruto's face, watch him hopefully back to his smiling, stupid self. It made the Uchiha want to smile himself, thinking he fixed the blond, from the way he'd been last week: sullen and reticent. He knew that it would be enough to be able to look at him from across the room, catch his eyes and try like hell not to smile.

But maybe he could find some time, maybe pull the blond off somewhere during lunch, where they could be alone. He felt like now that he had the blond he wanted to touch him all the time, he wanted to feel their lips together, feel the warm tanned skin, make sure it wasn't all just a dream. He knew Itachi would come for him soon, and that would undo everything, inside of his mind, but he wanted to be able to have Naruto there, because the boy could make him clean again.

X


Sasuke arrived in his lit classroom only seconds before the bell rang, throwing his bag down at a desk in the front row before slipping in beside it. Umino-sensei stood behind the table at the from of the classroom, taking things out of his bag. He shot Sasuke a pointed look, and the boy just sighed. It didn't really matter if he'd gotten there on time, the teacher just didn't like him, and as such didn't cut him any slack. He was used to that though. There were a few teachers who did like him, mostly because they had had Itachi, but most of the teachers in the school didn't like him, for the same reason. Itachi had done a lot of things while he was here, and they weren't all approved of. Besides, the nature of the relationship between the two brothers wasn't exactly a secret, though many people chose not to believe it, calling it an urban myth blown out of proportion.

Still, even the attitude shown towards him couldn't stop Sasuke from being happy this morning. He looked over his shoulder while Umino-sensei dug out his roll book. His eyes scanned the room behind him, and he couldn't suppress the small grin that sprung forth when he saw Naruto sitting five rows behind him, talking quietly but amiably enough with Shikamaru, who looked like he was napping, head resting on his arms which were crossed, laid on the desk in front of him. Sasuke would have thought the boy was asleep if he hadn't nodded every once and awhile at whatever Naruto was saying.

He saw Neji's cousin raise her hand when her name was called. She was sitting on Naruto's other side, doodling absently in the margins of her open notebook. Sasuke sighed then, turning back towards the front of the room. The way the other kids acted around Naruto was so normal, like he was close to them, when he hadn't even been here for two whole weeks yet. It was almost enough to piss Sasuke off. The other kids never acted like that around him, they were always some permutation of themselves, silent and secretive or loud and obnoxious. Sasuke wished he could have that sort of life, if only for awhile.

He opened his notebook to a middle page, getting out a pen and scribbling around the top of the paper, watching the lines resolve into a sort of an image. He tuned out the words of the teacher, instead thinking about his future, planning for a day, after he graduated, when he could run away and live somewhere else, do whatever he wanted with his life. He thought maybe he'd work as a bartender or something, go to a city big enough to get lost in, but small enough that Itachi wouldn't think to look for him there.

He was pulled from his reverie though when a strong hand was pounded down onto his desk, whisking the notebook in front of him off onto the floor. He jumped, his pale skin coloring as he looked guiltily up into the angry face of Umino Iruka, scowling down at him.

"Sasuke, how good of you to join us finally. If you had been paying attention like the rest of the class, you would know that we're organizing on the front of the room to start our discussion. If you would please be so kind as to grace us with your presence, then we can start the discussion for this week." Sasuke looked to the rest of the class, already sitting in a little circle up front, desks pushed together. He caught Naruto's eyes, and the boy shot him a look of pity. Sasuke almost growled. Nothing ever went his way.

X

Neji stared out the window of the library, his chair tipped back against the wall, a book open on the table in front of him. Across that table, Shika cradled his head in his hands, taking a probably well deserved nap. Neji was trying to focus on the text they were covering in Chemistry. He hated chem with a passion, but he had to pass it before he could graduate, and he'd run out of biology classes, not able to take botany or animal sciences until next year. Still, Shika had been helping him, or at least the lazy ass gave the illusion of helping him, when all he usually did was nap. Neji snorted.

He couldn't bring himself to pay any attention to the balanced equations they were supposed to be solving, his mind wandering off to worry, watching a familiar head of shaggy red hair move across the grassy quad outside the window. Gaara had been acting different lately, ever since the incident with Naruto at Itachi's stupid party. In a way, Neji had been glad that it had happened. Sure, it had caused pain to a couple of people, but Neji didn't really like the way that blond had waltzed in and cracked Gaara's shell in no time at all.

Neji had known the red head for years and he still wasn't as close to Gaara as Naruto had gotten in the days since he'd arrived. It wasn't fair in any way, and Gaara wanted Naruto, which made everything that much worse.

Neji was roused from his thoughts when the book in front of him was slammed shut, and he jumped in surprise, falling over sideways and toppling from his chair. He glared up at the brightly smiling face of the intruder from his undignified heap on the floor. Kiba just stuck his tongue out with a smile, and offered the boy a hand. Neji didn't take it, climbing to his own feet, before dusting himself off and resuming his earlier glare, this time with a bit more dignity.

"What's so important that you had to come all the way in here to disturb my work, dog breath?" Kiba chuckled, hopping up to sit on the table, narrowly missing Shika's head in the process.

"So that's what it's called now? And here I thought you were just thinking real hard about Sakura naked." Neji blushed a little, and clucked his disapproval.

"Well that was mature, Kiba. Don't you have other people to harass, possibly people who might not loathe your company quite as much as me?" Kiba practically giggled.

"But annoying other people just isn't as satisfying, if I stay here long enough you'll squeal like a little girl." Neji moved forward to smack the boy, but Kiba dodged the blow easily. He opened his mouth to say something else but was beaten to it.

"Hey guys, this is a library, people are trying to work. Shut. The fuck. Up." Shika yawned after he spoke, cracking one eye open to glare at them for a second before laying his head back down.

"I hope you're not referring to yourself, because that does not count as work, especially not when you said you'd help me with these stupid chemistry equation things." Neji couldn't quite keep the sulking note from his voice there, and Shika cracked a smile at him.

X

Deidara twirled the pencil he was holding through his fingers once again, ignoring the open booklet in front of him. He stared intently out the window of the senior class study hall, onto the edges of the woods beyond, where the first tendrils of spring were winding their way around the landscape, pulling buds from the bare branches winter left. It seemed like much to nice of an afternoon to be working on this godawful essay. All of the graduating class of Konoha were almost guaranteed seats in top universities throughout the country by the school's reputation alone, and his respectable grades were nothing to cry about. Still, if one wanted to move on, one first had to pass their classes and graduate, which was the major stumbling block at the moment.

Deidara would be almost sad to leave the school, and all of his friends there. Sure, others from his class were attending the same university as him, but not the ones he really wanted to see again most. He sighed, losing his focus for long enough to be pulled back to reality by the clatter of his pencil falling to the granite floor of the large, mostly empty room. He smiled sheepishly at the other students shooting him dirty looks at the interruption, but found the pencil shoved roughly into his hand. He cringed slightly under Sasori's glare, as the other boy turned back to his own essay, almost complete as usual. The blond sighed, and turned back to his own composition book, listening to the scratch of his pencil across the paper with zero degrees of excitement.

He had never been more glad for an interruption as he was the moment his cell phone buzzed loudly against his thigh. He leapt to his feet then, casting suitably embarrassed glances around the room as he rushed out into the hallway, mouthing sorry every so often. He was surprised that the caller ID read Unlisted in flashing type, but flipped it open anyways.

X


Sasuke liked just sitting with Naruto the best, just being in silence. With Itachi or Itachi's friends, silence was a rare commodity, and usually tense and awkward when it was to be had. With Naruto though, the silence was comfortable, like the space between breaths, something he didn't have to think about. Today though, the two of them sitting on the school rooftop, in the shade of a towering chimney, Sasuke had felt different.

"Hey, uh Naruto?" He'd been unsure at first. Usually, they didn't discuss things, they just hung out, sometimes venting off steam (more Sasuke's area than Naruto's), but mostly just being together. Naruto had merely shifted, cocking his head to the side to show he was listening.

"Naruto, after you leave Konoha, what do you want to do?" Naruto raised his head, shielding his eyes against the sun as he looked up at Sasuke from where he was sprawled across the roof. He looked perplexed.

"What brought that on, Sasuke? We have years left in school..." Sasuke looked away nervously, feeling like that time was too short already. He shrugged though, pushing it down inside of him, still staring blankly out at the tree line beyond the school's yard.

"I dunno. I guess it's my brother leaving soon. He's gonna graduate by the end of the term. I guess I just realized how little time we actually have left." Naruto looked thoughtful for a moment, before smiling a little.

"Yeah, I guess. I dunno where I wanna go yet, but I know I wanna go to college, study psychology and educational theory. I wanna start a school some day, for orphans. A boarding school, where they can just get out of the system for awhile, you know? My parents died when I was young, and I wouldn't wish that on anyone." Sasuke looked at the boy from the corner of his eye. He hadn't known this about Naruto, and he wasn't sure how to take it. Still, the altruistic and hopeful nature of the other boy's ultimate goal made him smile.

"Why? What about you Sasuke? What do you wanna do when you graduate, follow Itachi into the company?" Sasuke felt his mood dip a little as he shook his head, but he forced that away.

"No. I don't know what I want to do when I graduate, but I don't want to go into the family business, I have no interest in that sort of thing. I'd like to do something for myself anyways, something where I'm not an Uchiha, I'm just me." Naruto nodded, rolling onto his stomach and turning to face the pale boy in front of him. He liked the way Sasuke looked in the afternoon sun, and the warm spring air had forced the boy to take his jacket off and roll up his sleeves, revealing pale skin underneath. Naruto couldn't help sliding a hand over the feel the smoothness he knew would be there.

He smiled disarmingly, and Sasuke felt the breath catch in his throat a little bit.

X

Gaara was plotting, sitting in the back of the library as usual. It wasn't like he had anything special to plot anymore though, revenge on the Uchiha was a stupid idea, and he figured Itachi would hurt the boy enough anyways, there was nothing worse than that that Gaara could do. But still, through pure force of habit, he was plotting aimlessly.

It took him longer than usual to notice eyes on him, he could feel someone staring at him from behind. He didn't bother to turn around though, he knew those eyes would be gone before he'd get a chance to see who it was. This little dance was happening more lately, or maybe it was just that he was noticing it now that he didn't have something else to focus on. It made him restless, and he really just wanted it to be over with, so that he could figure out who the hell it was staring at him like that. It was quite distracting. He started a little. Well, that gave him something to plot about, didn't it. He smiled, and half the population of Konoha shivered at the sight.

X


Itachi was having a wonderful day really. He hadn't had much in the way of class, and his homework was laughable at this point, as he'd already basically ensured his entrance into his school of choice, even without the vote of legacy behind him. Still, his reputation and relationship with certain instructors, and clear intimidation of others, guaranteed him exemplary grades in his last semester here. It wasn't like he wasn't smart and he hadn't worked for those grades, he was and he had. He was currently at the top of their class, as was expected of the first son of the Uchiha family. It hadn't been very difficult though, and now there just wasn't much of it left, his senior work being the only real project he had, and even that was mostly done, even if the official proposal was in it's final states of revision still.

He smirked as he remembered Deidara's babbling last year about how he should make Sasuke into his senior work, something about the impeccable job he'd done with training the boy. Dei had sported a bruise on his cheek for a solid week after that remark, but it had mostly been for appearances sake. He didn't like how the blond spoke so openly about him and his brother sometimes. In fact, if Sasori wasn't there to keep him in check he was sure that Deidara would probably be dead by now, or at least somewhere a lot less comfortable than here.


He was enjoying a nice walk on the lawn, fiddling with his blackberry, going through the appointments he had listed there for the week. His schedule was pretty well packed right now, between the final stages of his senior work, appointments at several major colleges in the area- and a few overseas a little later in the month- and obligations to the family business, which he had a serious stake in already. Their father had put him in charge of one of their newer projects, and Itachi was sure that this little side project would turn into a larger, and quite profitable division of the company if given a year or two. All in all, even though his days would be long over the next month or two he felt confident that everything would still come out perfectly. It always did.


He was currently trying to find some time to take his poor little brother out to dinner, maybe back in Tokyo. If he could free up a whole day, that was always his favorite way to show Sasuke his power. Well, not his favorite way maybe, fucking the boy senseless would always be the first by a long shot, but still most enjoyable. Maybe he'd find the time to take that blond kid somewhere nice too, because the more he thought about it the more he wanted Naruto for himself.


He had always found that Sasuke and himself shared a certain sense of taste, and he liked to think that was his own doing. Now that he'd spent time with Naruto he saw what Sasuke had liked about him. The blond was sexy on the surface sure, but lots of boys were like that, especially at Konoha. No, that wasn't it, though it was enough to peak Itachi's interest. The blond was sweet, he was nice and somehow pure. Itachi had no doubt that Naruto was still a virgin, at least in the strictest sense of the word, and a shy one at that. That was a sweet and heady temptation for Itachi in itself, but to have a chance to taste that sweetness and ruin something for Sasuke, both at the very same time? Well that, that was just more than Itachi could ever pass up.

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Old A/N: so i know this is really late, and rather short, but life has sucked lately, and i'm tired and overworked, and trying to get through finals of foundations year at Parson's School of Design, which is hellish (to give you an idea, some news thing did a rating of workloads and stress levels by college, and MIT was first on the list, no surprise, but Parsons was second which is obscene.) but im trying trying trying. i also have to cite loss of inspiration somewhat, and loss of sleep as well. this will probably be taking a short break, but i promise promise promise, if anybody out there still reads this fucking thing, i will come back and finish it. right now this is officially the longest non-academic piece of writing i've ever done, and i don't want to leave it hanging. so if you're still out there, tell me. Now: Good? Bad? Ugly? Read, Review, and Let Me Know! ^.^

New A/N: I'm back, I'm not dead, and I feel like I know where this is going more now. Thanks to all my friends who helped me on this, and to anyone who reads this far. honestly, without you guys, i dunno what i'd do! this is the shit that keeps me sane, and all of you guys are the ones who make it happen, and make it all worth while!