What Can I Do For You?

Summary: Sakura drags Itachi to an anime convention where he meets a cosplayer by the name of Naruto Uzumaki. Itachi suddenly finds something redeeming about the con. Written for The Simi's bday.



Warnings: cursing, adult situations, sex



Costumes And Conventions



Itachi heaved a heavy sigh, allowing the girl tugging his arm to lead him through the massive number of bodies pressed together inside the Hilton Convention Center. He rolled his eyes skyward as a red cloud printed, black cloak covered man plowed into him. Apologies were made yet Itachi couldn’t help but shake his head at the pure craziness of the anime/manga convention Sakura begged him to attend with her.



He wasn’t the least bit interested in comics, manga, anime, or cosplay. It was almost an embarrassment to even be seen in the place. He wanted to rush from the place and back to his safe apartment where he could most definitely find a better way to spend a weekend than being dragged around by his pink haired friend…probably beating off to pay-per-view porn. This was the favor to end all favors. She owed him big for this.



She’d tried to get him to dress up in a costume to match hers of some manga heroine. He’d told her if she wanted him to go, it would be in jeans and a tee-shirt. She’d relented…but barely.



“Itachi…at least try to look like you are enjoying yourself.” Her lower lip poked out in such a way--men were known to fall to her feet from the look alone.



He’d long since become immune to her wiles. He’d dated her for nearly a year before they both decided they were better friends than lovers. Sex wasn’t the problem…it was everything else. They couldn’t agree on anything. Even events such as dinner dates usually ended in disaster. Breaking up was the best thing they did. Many said continuing a friendship after a break up was impossible. Somehow, he and Sakura made it work.



“I’m not enjoying myself.” He glared at her over the rim of his dark framed glasses. He didn’t necessarily need them to function, but he liked being able to read and focus clearly on objects without having to squint. It wasn’t a big deal and he looked attractive in them or so Sakura told him.



“Please Itachi…If I ever meant anything to you…”



“Don’t even think about pulling that card,” he snarled at her. “I’m here but I’m not your boyfriend or one of your cosplay friends.”



She pouted, crossing her arms beneath her bosom. “Fine. I’m meeting some friends here so you can go do whatever you want until three. I’ll meet you here in four hours. Please Itachi, don’t leave. Go look around. The artist‘s alley has art that even you might appreciate. It‘s not only manga drawings.”



“Fine, I’ll look around but I don’t promise to stay here. I might go to one of the restaurant lounges.”



High wattage didn’t even begin to describe her smile. She leaned up, kissed his cheek, and skipped off to meet her equally strange cosplay friends.



“I can’t believe I let her talk me into this.”



Itachi shoved his hands into his pockets. He might as well follow her advice and check out the artists. It wasn’t any less crowded in the large room set aside for the artists but at least he had slightly more breathing room thanks to not being dragged everywhere by Sakura. He really cared for her but in this moment, he hated her violently.



Perusing a few booths, he hated to admit it, but Sakura was right. There were a lot of very talented people selling their wares. Most of the good pieces were overpriced for the average person.



His eyes caught a particularly attractive canvas panting of a scene looking particularly out of place in a convention. Tilting his head, he blinked several times at the medieval scene playing out before him. It was cliché and yet, it held a bit of uniqueness that drew him. It wasn’t priced, most likely only for sell to serious buyers. Not point in pricing something most of these college aged kids couldn’t dream of affording.



It was nice, but not really his thing. He would ask about the artist though. Or he was about to when a body sent him crashing against the table. Several of the pieces of merchandise cut into his abdomen, making him grunt in pain.



Hands helped him right himself. He glanced up into the worried eyes of a young man, probably barely out of high school. A cosplayer judging by his costume…and a good one if the quality of his outfit was any indication. He recalled Sakura explaining her outfit and how it had taken her six months to complete. This young man’s clothes put Sakura to shame. There was no telling how much time he’d spent in making them. They were too nice to be store bought.



“I’m so sorry. I was trying to get to meet some friends and then I totally smashed into you.”



Red hair flared up, spiked in all directions. Equally red eyes gazed widely at him. Absurd costume aside, he was a fairly attractive individual.



“It’s fine. Any bruises won’t show.”



The man’s eyes grew wide. “Dude, I don’t want your girlfriend to think someone beat you up.”



Itachi chuckled. Teasing this guy was almost as much fun as teasing Sasuke.



“Don’t worry. I’m probably done here anyway. I’ll just go relax in one of the restaurant lounges and lick my wounds.”



“Umm…do you want some company? I can buy you a drink to apologize.” The man scratched the back of his head, looking both hopeful and contrite.



“Didn’t you say you had to meet some friends?”



He nibbled on his lip before answering. “Well…they won’t miss me. I’m Naruto.”



“Itachi.” Itachi accepted the offered hand, smiling a little at the grinning face. “So who are you dressed as?”



Red eyes grew wide. “You don’t know Kyuubi? It’s only like the biggest manga and anime coming out of Japan. Half the people here are dressed as characters from it. Do you run a booth or something? It’s obvious you aren’t here for the convention.”



Itachi shook his head, leading Naruto into a posh looking restaurant and then to a comfortable lounge. “I came on a favor to a friend. She left me to go play whatever she does with…well, people like you.”



He gestured to the costume making Naruto laugh. “Cosplay?”



“Yes. I never understood it. She did it while we were dating but I was I ignored it for the most part.” Itachi shook his head. Not that he’d bothered to ask.



“Well, it’s hard to explain. I’m here for two reasons. One, it’s just fun. These people don’t actually believe they are whatever character they dress as but haven’t you ever wanted to be someone other than you. Take Kyuubi. He’s good looking, strong, and gets to beat the shit out of monsters and bad guys. Dresses pretty snazzy too.” Naruto snickered, accepting his drink from the bartender.



“And your second reason?”



“I’m a costume designer. I own my own company.” He fished a card from his pocket and handed it to Itachi.



Naruto Uzumaki. The name fit him. Suddenly it dawned on Itachi. Naruto Uzumaki was showing off his wares. There was a reason Naruto’s costume was of a higher quality. The man made his living creating them.



“You’re advertising.”



Naruto grinned widely. “Yep. What better way to advertise than to attend cons dressed in what you are offering? All my costumes are made to order. It’s why I have business cards. People see my outfit and they know it’s the good stuff. They ask where I got it and I hand off the cards. These places are prime advertising. It’s almost better than placing ads. When folks see what they can get up close, it reels them in.”



“And expensive I’d imagine. If I wanted to buy that outfit you are currently sporting, how much would it cost?” Itachi sipped his drink, enjoying the contemplative look crossing Naruto’s face as he worked the total in his head.



“Hmm, probably between five and seven hundred dollars.”



Itachi arched a brow. “Expensive.”



“To serious cosplayers who attend several cons a year…it’s worth it. It’s a whole subculture. These guys save money hard core. They horde it away to pay for plane tickets, costumes, and hotel rooms. Not to mention food and such. It might take some of them two years to save up for a quality costume but not everybody is Martha Stewart. It’s either buy a cheap costume online, or make it yourself. I’m offering quality, personalized cosplay costumes.” Naruto hooked his arms behind his head. “So, you know what I do, what about you?”



“I’m a lawyer.”



“I’m a lawyer. That doesn’t tell me much. What type of lawyer? How old are you? Did you just graduate? Is it true lawyers rake in the dough?” Naruto asked in rapid succession.



“I’m an estate lawyer for a firm that handles some of the larger families.” Itachi smirked a little. “I deal with rich people’s money after they are dead.”



“Awesome. Sound boring though.” Naruto stretched his arms over his head, his shirt rising up to bare his rippled abdomen and the tiny trail of hair above the hem of his pants.



Itachi prided himself on the fact his face didn’t reveal the fact he was seriously ogling the stretch of skin revealed. He wasn’t ashamed of looking. He was admittedly bisexual though before, he’d always leaned more towards women.



“You checking me out or something?”



Itachi’s eyes jumped up from where they were locked at the still bared skin. Naruto’s pull was indeed strong to garner a visible response from an Uchiha. A glance at Naruto’s face revealed cheeky insolence and amusement.



“And if I was?”



“I’m just saying…” Naruto shrugged his shoulders, a smooth motion drawing Itachi’s eyes to their breadth. This man wasn’t some androgynous man, devoid of any gender defining characteristics. He was fully masculine without being overly buff.



Naruto possessed broad shoulders tapering to slim hips and long legs. He was at least several inches taller than Itachi. He would be a fool not to take the chance given to admire the form of such a man. It was beyond his concept of any man looking away from such a creature, be he gay or straight.



“You are very attractive. I was only admiring. It’s not often I come across a man whom I find attractive.” Itachi shrugged a shoulder, keeping his face neutral.



“All that flattery. Just because I make clothes doesn’t necessarily make me gay.”



“Just because I looked, doesn’t mean I want to jump your bones.” Itachi was really enjoying this conversation. It was one he was going to remember for a long time.



Naruto’s grin never left his face as he leaned forward so that his whispered voice could be heard over the noise coming from the restaurant and bar. “What if I want you to?”



That wasn’t what he expected to hear. He blinked a few times. He’d only had a single drink, not even enough to raise his blood alcohol level.



“I’d ask if you were trying to play me.”



A red brow arched. “And if I said no…what then?”



“I’d say we are pretty fucked, and not in a good way. I can’t leave. I have to meet my friend in two hours and trust me; I know from experience that she is not the type to be stood up.”



“I have a room here.” Naruto smiled, his teeth gleaming white beneath the overhead lights. “I think we can at least take the edge off in two hours.”



“You speak as if you think we’ll need more time,” reasoned Itachi.



The grin grew wider. “Consider this the audition. Later is the main act.”



“Aren’t you afraid about letting a stranger into your hotel room?” Itachi’s body screamed at his brain’s reasoning. It wanted to fuck this guy and the brain was trying to interfere.



“I’m a pretty good judge of character.” Naruto scooted closer. “And, I don’t believe you’ll hurt me. We both want it. Or, if you don’t…we’ll finish our drinks, shake hands, and you can go enjoy the remainder of the con. You’re choice.”



A hand on Itachi’s thigh short circuited any doubts he had concerning sneaking away for a quick fuck before meeting Sakura. He could tell Naruto knew this by the growing smile across his face. Yes, he definitely knew what he was doing.



Itachi tossed back the remainder of his drink and stood to follow Naruto from the restaurant and towards the elevator. The minute the doors closed, Itachi found his back against the door and a thigh pressing against his crotch.



He allowed Naruto this control, relished in the demanding mouth and even more demanding tongue. Slick appendages dueled desperately, making Itachi grind upward into Naruto’s hips. Things were moving so fast and he didn’t care in the slightest. He only prayed Naruto had condoms. There was no way he would be able to make it to the drug store downstairs.



“Naruto…wait…” Itachi pulled away, panting against the other’s jaw. “Condoms…I don’t have any…”



“I have some,” purred Naruto, his lips lowering to nibble along Itachi’s jaw.



Thank God, was all Itachi could think. Naruto pulled him down the hall towards one of the many doors.



They stumbled in together, lips once more sucking at each other. The door was barely closed before Itachi decided it was time to take the initiative. Naruto’s body was slammed against the wooden door as he turned the tables on him.



“I don’t bottom,” Itachi purred into an earring decorated ear.



Naruto groaned, rolling his hips. “I don’t care either way.”



Itachi grinned, dark glee pouring through him. “Good. I plan on making it very hard for you to walk out of here in two hours.”



Their lips were once more plastered to each other, Itachi clenching his fingers in the stiff sprayed red hair. Their tongues slid over each other until Itachi pulled back. His hands tugged Naruto’s vest, shirt, and belts. They dropped to the floor as his lips tracked downward. Every few moments, he plastered his lips to the soft caramel covered skin.



He could taste the sweat faintly coating the skin. Naruto was warm all over. He radiated body heat like a furnace.



Itachi couldn’t get enough of him. His lips suckled gently at nipples before biting hard enough to sting. Naruto yelped but instead of pulling away, he pressed his hips closer. Itachi loved when his lovers liked it rough…especially the rare man. He didn’t want to make love to a man. He wanted to fuck them.



His fingers scratched down the jumping skin of the tan abdomen, leaving dark pink marks in their wake. His teeth caught the edge of Naruto’s navel, nibbling and biting. Naruto’s body was perfect. Tight and tone like a swimmer or dancer--not too bulky and not to slender.



While his lips left marks across the skin, Itachi’s fingers loosened the button down fly and pushed the black leather down blond hair dusted thighs. Naruto wasn’t too hairy either. He maintained the perfect balance of hair, thankfully not abysmally thick.



His hands ran down the thighs, feeling the coarse hair before lifting to curl around the moist erection. Small beads of pre-cum pearled on the tip and a moan erupted from Naruto, his head banging against the door.



“Anxious?”



It took several tries before Naruto could answer. “I wanted you the instant you looked at me.”



“It’s a good thing I’m willing, isn’t it?” Itachi swiped his tongue across the tip, gathering the droplets. Salty, but not horrible. Men might not realize, but food could alter the way their cum tasted--making it more salty or bitter.



“Good. Very good.” Naruto’s hands pushed through Itachi’s hair, freeing it from the binding and messaging his scalp.



A few gentle laps at the tip had Naruto moaning. Gentle suction totally removed his ability to for comprehendible sentences. Totally enveloping the shaft as far as Itachi could and Naruto was a mumbling, moaning mess.



“Please…I need…oh fuck…like that…” Naruto’s head slammed against the wood with each word.



“Come in my mouth, Naruto. I want to taste you.”



Naruto went stiff. His back bowed off the door at the impending orgasm. Itachi had only seconds to envelop the erection before thick spurts began to jet from the tip. He was careful, swallowing every drop.



There was a moment of silence before Naruto released a little whine, slumping against Itachi. “I’ve never…what you said…”



“Good.” Itachi wiped his mouth and half carried-half dragged Naruto to the bed.



The springs squealed faintly at the weight. Itachi smirked down at Naruto, pulling his t-shirt over his head. The action was followed by a quick discarding of hi shoes, pants, and socks. He stood naked save for a pair of boxer briefs that did nothing to hide the thick arousal.



Itachi smirked, running a finger down Naruto’s limp cock. He flicked the tip, making the other flinch while at the same time, arching his hips for more. “You like a little pain, Naruto?”



Naruto shakily nodded. “A little. Just enough to feel alive.”



“No whips and floggers?” Itachi lowered his lips to lap at the tip, slowly bringing Naruto back to life.



“No-oh! Fuck! Shit. You can do anything you want to me. Gag me. Bind me. Christ…just keep doing that!” Naruto arched off the bed as Itachi probed behind his balls at his perineum.



Itachi might not favor men as often as women, but such things were no excuse for not knowing how to pleasure a lover. His fingers externally message Naruto’s prostate while his lips placed gentle suckling kisses along Naruto’s shaft. Gradually, Naruto was brought to life again.



“Don’t offer up what you aren’t willing to give.” Itachi smirked. “You don’t know my kinks.”



Naruto cracked open an eye. “At this point, I don’t give a fuck what you want to do as long as it doesn’t involve me peeing or taking a dump on you.”



Itachi snorted. As if he would favor such disgusting kinks. To each his own, he supposed but seriously, if people wanted to get dirty, there were definitely much more pleasant ways to go about doing it.



“Turn over.”



“What, no more kisses?” Naruto pouted, earning him a particularly brutal kiss.



“Turn over.”



Naruto did as he asked, presenting his ass to Itachi. Itachi spotted a tube of travel sized lotion. “I take it no lube?”



“I wasn’t expecting…fuck…” Naruto pressed his head into the mattress. “I wasn’t expecting to get laid but I make it a policy to always have condoms.”



“Good policy.” He would have preferred lube but lotion would do this time. He would pick some up before their second round.



Coating a finger, he pressed past the muscle. He could fee the tightening and loosening of muscles. It had definitely been a while since Naruto had taken it. He would give him a little prep before hand.



Pumping his fingers, he loosened the muscles. Each move had Naruto moaning and pressing back against his fingers. Itachi’s erection throbbed in time with each thrust of his fingers in Naruto’s ass.



He urged Naruto to his stomach, pushing one of the other’s knees upward so that the tan puckered hole was revealed. It glistened with the lotion, making small beads of cum pearl on his tip at the sight.



His hands shook as he tore the foil wrapper and slid the latex up his length. A few calming breaths were taken before he began to nudge the entrance. It opened eagerly, taking his entire length in a slow easy slide.



“Fuck!” Both groaned.



Naruto growled low, making his desire for movement evident. Itachi was only too happy to comply, pulling back his hips before plowing forward.



The pace was hard. Naruto kept making little sounds of pleasure--grunts, pants, or groans. Each time he moaned, Itachi was sure he would come just from the sound.



“Oh shit.” Naruto’s hips pushed back hard against Itachi, his feet searched for a grip on the bed while a hand pressed between his body and the bed to stroke roughly at the erection.



The contractions started around his shaft and it was over. There was no holding back the flood of pleasure. It washed over his body, starting in the base of his spine. It worked through his muscles, making his body burn.



Naruto’s shout followed his groan. The body around him clamped down so hard, he was sure his dick was going to be cut off. He grabbed the tan hips, giving a few final thrusts before collapsing to the side.



“Holy fuck…” Naruto rolled to stare at Itachi. “I haven’t had a fuck that good in years.”



Itachi cracked open an eye. “I aim to please.”



“I’m going to take a quick shower. I’ll be right back.”



Itachi was tempted to join him, but was too busy basking in the afterglow of his orgasm to bother. He would take the shower after him.



Floating on a cloud of sexual satisfaction, he heard the bathroom door open. Stepping out was a blond haired, blue eyed god. The red hair and eyes were gone.



“Blond?”



Naruto grinned. “You like?”



Itachi reached up to stroke the damp locks. “Very much.”



“Well…” Naruto glanced at the clock. “We do have an hour to kill before you have to go. I’m up for another round. Are you?”



There was no way in hell Itachi would turn down such an offer. This time, he planned on staring into those amazing blue eyes while he fucked Naruto into the bed. They would shower together next time.



oOo



Itachi stared at the card Naruto had given him before they parted ways after having spent two nights together. On the back was a scrawled private number. It was local. The other had told him he was new in town and only stayed in the hotel to make changing his costumes throughout the day easier since he wasn‘t used to driving in the city yet. Itachi couldn’t help but smirk at the knowledge Naruto was close. There would definitely be repeat performances.



“Itachi?”



Itachi glanced up to see Sakura prowling towards him. God, could he not have any peace. If she kept this shit up, he was going to change the locks on his door.



“Sakura?”



She crossed her arms and glared. “Is it true?”



A brow arched as he lifted his glass to his lips. “Is what true?”



“Are you fucking my brother?”



Itachi choked on the iced tea. Pounding his chest, he glared up at the woman. “What the hell, Sakura?”



“Are you fucking Naruto? He only recently moved to town and I was supposed to hang out with him at the con but he got all busy with some guy he met. When he told me his name was Itachi, I immediately freaked.” Sakura’s foot started tapping. “So, are you?”



“You look nothing alike.” He winced at the glare turning furious. Looking like that, she appeared close to murdering him.



“You are!” Her eyes went wide. “We don’t look alike because he’s adopted. Mom and Dad adopted him when he was five. He’s been living out west while he was in school and apprenticing.”



“I see. Do you have a problem with me dating him?”



She tilted her head contemplatively. “Well…not really. I just don’t want you to fuck him over.”



Itachi internally winced. He definitely wanted to fuck Naruto over…over the sofa, table, and any other surface. It wasn’t what Sakura meant but damn if his mind didn’t interpret it that way.



“I’m not planning on doing that to him. Trust me, Sakura. I won’t hurt him.”



“Fine.” She turned to leave. “He and I are meeting for dinner tonight. You should join us.”



Itachi smiled, relaxing under her gaze. “I’d like that. Seven?”



She nodded. “At Fitzgerald’s.”



Sitting back, he slid the little card back into his wallet. The future was looking bright after all.



The End.