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*Hello again dear readers. I’ve been having a good run of progress and decided to post this. Thanks to the two reviewer’s comments. Will consider some of the feedback for future chappies, such as Itachi’s POV. However, note that as the story revolves around Naruto and Sasuke, I will still be keeping other POVs at a minimal to avoid too much of the limelight from being stolen.



Having said that, today, I bring you some hot action. I hope you all enjoy it.



Cheers



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Chapter 3



Sasuke stood still, hesitating in front of those familiar deep red doors. No matter how many times he had been to Itachi’s place, he could never shake off the creepy feelings he got from the aura surrounding them. He felt Deidara place a hand softly on his shoulder.



“Don’t fight it. It’ll be over sooner if you don’t. I’ll take you back after,” he whispered gently before slotting the keycard through the reader.



Sasuke smirked. “You think he’ll let me out of there anytime soon?” With that he turned the handle and entered the large double storey penthouse, closing the door behind him reluctantly. For some strange reason, Itachi was no where in sight. Sasuke’s ears perked trying to detect for sounds in the expansive sky-mansion but could not locate his brother’s presence. He walked towards the living room and placed his jacket on a black suede Versace sofa that marked one of the many priceless pieces in Itachi’s modern contemporary home. Suddenly, he felt a pair of arms gently wrap him from behind.



“Hello Sasuke. Has it been a long day? You seem tense.” Itachi bent down to nuzzle in his younger brother’s hair. Sasuke cringed. The hands around him felt cold even though they were actually warm.



“Fucking get it over with. I’m tired and tomorrow’s another long day.”



“Tsk tsk tsk. Brother, why the rush? At least have something to eat first.”



Itachi stood up and gestured towards the dining table which was heavily laden with gourmet dishes prepared by one of their housekeepers before leaving for the day. Sasuke nodded and took his place at the table, acknowledging the hunger that was currently gnawing at his stomach. He ate in quiet contemplation with Itachi observing him, picking at his food. Itachi usually let Sasuke eat silently as he wasn’t too fond with dinner conversations himself. He also knew that this helped Sasuke relax, which resulted in less retaliation from the boy whenever he forced him to succumb to his will. Halfway through, he decided to enlighten Sasuke on the reason for his summoning.



“I’ve got some news for you that you may find useful. Something to do with Wind Telecommunication’s colorful accounting.”

Sasuke paused and carefully laid down his cutlery before wiping his mouth with his napkin.

He then spoke, “So are you going to spit it out or do I have to let you pound me first?”



Itachi got up with a start. Lifting his brother from his chair and with one hand clenching Sasuke’s throat, he slammed him onto the empty portion of the white marble table top causing the plates to rattle with the force.



“That’s enough with that fucking attitude of yours. Since I’m trying to be helpful, the least you could fucking do is sound grateful.”



Itachi let go and Sasuke gasped for air, choking with the sudden expansion of his wind pipe. “If you behave, I MAY decide to tell you. Now finish up your dinner and get your pretty ass upstairs. Don’t make me wait too long.” With that Itachi strode elegantly up towards the Jacuzzi which Sasuke knew would be Itachi’s favourite starting point.



Sasuke flopped back into his seat. He felt drained and tired but he had no choice. He had heard rumors about the executives in Wind siphoning money out from the company for ages but he hadn’t been able to trace the source nor qualify them. His brother’s network was far larger than his and he knew that if there was any way for him to get to the bottom of those rumors, it would be with his brother’s aid. He thought to himself that this could be the biggest break for his business and all he had to do was to swallow his pride and be fucked. Not too bad considering the weight of his dreams which was more worthy than his body.



Having lost his appetite, he strengthened his resolve and started towards the shower where he cleaned himself quickly before donning a bathrobe and heading towards the master bathroom. Walking in, he saw that Itachi was already in the luxurious tub soaking, with arms spread out along the rim of the wide Jacuzzi. Sasuke took in the image of his brother’s wet hair that framed sharp features; the flexed shoulder muscles and well built biceps that were currently covered in little water droplets. He shuddered slightly as he fought hard to ignore the slight stirring in his groin as a result of the figure before him.



Whether it was out of a sudden spurt of romantism or just some impulsive action, Sasuke will never know, but Itachi had added red rose petals into the tub, filling the room with a pleasant sweet smell in the process. If Itachi had been anyone else but his brother, Sasuke might have found this a little bit more tolerable than it was. Unfortunately, despite the décor and the Adonis before him, nothing in the atmosphere was serving to calm him and he decided to undress himself, revealing a pale but well toned physique underneath.



Itachi grinned slyly. “Come here angel.”



Sasuke walked towards the tub and proceeded to climb in. The depth of the tub allowed Sasuke’s tired muscles to relax as he submerged himself in the warm water leaving his shoulders and head the only parts exposed. Itachi shifted over to Sasuke and with a sponge began wiping his brother’s chest in slow firm strokes. Sasuke couldn’t help but squirm in response to Itachi’s gestures.



“You’re so cute when you’re nervous,” Itachi whispered before pulling Sasuke into a deep raw kiss, plunging his tongue into Sasuke’s mouth with urgency. He pulled back to take in Sasuke’s blurry eyed expression but was angered to find that he was instead greeted with passionless black orbs. Itachi backed away and returned to his previous spot, leaving Sasuke confused.



“You seem to be making this difficult. You DO realize you’ve got a lot on the line?”

Sasuke, looked away and gave a nod in silent defeat.



“Sigh, tell you what. I’ll do you a favor by letting you redeem yourself this time. Fuck yourself off and entertain me.”



“What?!”



“You heard me. Do it and maybe I might spare you for tonight.”



Sasuke felt his heart sink, although his brother was no less than fucking hot, he normally couldn’t perform due to the fatalistic wound it brought on his pride. Needless to say, he could hardly keep himself hard with his brother pounding the lights out of him let alone cum and now he had to play with himself in front of Itachi? His throat ran dry.



“Hurry up, I don’t have the whole week.” Itachi barked, growing steadily impatient. Sasuke knew that if he waited, his chances of obtaining the valuable information he needed would be gone and worse, he would still be his brother’s chew toy. Admitting that he had nothing to lose and everything to gain, he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, forcing himself to think and search his mind for anything that would be a turn on.



Not surprisingly, his search came to a halt when his mind drew up the familiar image of two tight buttocks belonging to a very well built blonde. He felt his skin start to tingle, the warmth of the water adding to the heated sensation. He imagined the blonde in front of him, naked, running a tanned skinned hand over his nipple to tease it, then moving further down to trace the lines of well built abs and lower still to cup and lightly massage his balls. Sasuke felt himself turn hard almost instantly. Mimicking his imagination he ran one hand over his chest to lightly pinch a pale pink nipple and another down to caress his inner thighs, moaning softly with the sensations he felt through his touch.



Frustrated and wanting more, Itachi ordered Sasuke to sit at the edge of the tub instead, where he could see him fondle himself more clearly. Momentarily awaken from the erotic imagination and wasting no time in continuing, Sasuke obeyed and lifted himself to sit on the edge of the tub. He closed his eyes again and with one hand, he alternated between massaging his sack and rubbing the special sweet spot next to his anus. His other hand wrapped around his manhood and he used his thumb to playfully fondle the tip of his penis. Sasuke hissed as the blonde in his imagination began licking and sucking him, giving his member small little nips with his lips, which sent little electric jolts across Sasuke’s hot wet body. He began pumping himself, matching each stroke with his imagination’s head bobbing timing. As the blonde began to take him in deeper and harder, he tightened his grip and stroked firmly. Pausing his pumping motions, he lifted his other hand to suck on two fingers before pushing them slowly into his entrance. He then continued stroking himself whilst he slid his fingers back and forth, creating a delicious friction that served to multiply his pleasure. He was coming close now and his breath was growing more uneven with each stroke.



Suddenly he felt a hand clasp over his pumping fist tightly.



“That’s enough now dear angel.”



Sasuke groaned, he was frustrated with his brother’s sudden intrusion but he made no effort to resist. Itachi then lifted Sasuke’s legs to rest over his shoulders and before Sasuke could comprehend what was to come, Itachi plunged himself deep into his brother earning him a cry from the younger man’s instantly filled entrance. He began to move slowly, grunting as he pushed harder and deeper with each motion. Sasuke lifted a hand to his mouth and bit his palm as he tried to stifle the cries that were both due to the tormenting pain and sweet sensations of having his sensitive bundle of nerves pounded on over and over again. This only served to force Itachi to quicken his pace as he clutched on to Sasuke’s hips to steady himself.



Feeling himself coming closer, Itachi reached out a hand to pump his brother’s painfully erect member, which made Sasuke latch onto his brother’s back, clawing into his shoulders with both hands. With a few more strokes, Sasuke’s world turned white and he cried from his release sending Itachi off on his own climax as well. Itachi collapsed onto Sasuke and both men shuddered at the sensations that resulted from the cool air that graced their wet skins and the explosive heat radiating from within. Itachi took a moment to recollect before drying himself with a towel and lifting a very limp Sasuke out of the tub. He wiped Sasuke off as well and then carried his lifeless brother into the bedroom. All the while, with his brother cradled in his arms, Itachi had failed to notice that once again Sasuke was shedding silent tears of humiliation.



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A week and a half later, Naruto found himself looking at the white, sakura blossom-shaped invitation in his hand and then at the tall looming Uchiha building where Sasuke’s office was. He hesitated, wondering if he was once again losing his mind for making such an effort to pay Sasuke back for his damaged trousers. The thought of being a stalker briefly occurred to him but he consoled himself with the notion that he owed Sasuke something. He shrugged his shoulders and proceeded to walk into the office foyer. As he approached the main entrance, a black Kleeman S-Class stopped just in front of the building. Naruto whistled as he watched the car’s smartly dressed chauffer open the back passenger’s door. Out stepped two elegant young men, the first, older, in a grey suit with a beige trench coat and long black hair tied neatly into a ponytail. The second was none other than Sasuke, dressed in a full black suit and black trench coat wearing a deep scowl on his face. Naruto’s eyes widened excitedly as he ran towards his old rival.



“Sasuke!”

Sasuke turned to see who had called him and was greeted with a full blown sunshine smile and a head of silky blonde hair.



“You?! What the fuck are you doing here?”



“Well,… this is a street and…. if I’m not mistaken, public property?” Naruto remarked sarcastically, whilst Sasuke had an internal battle in his brain on whether to punch the blonde, or to kiss that cute cheeky smile. He finally chose neither.



Naruto continued, “Anyway, I told you I’d be dropping by to pass you that invitation. Nice car by the way.”



Sasuke snatched the invitation from Naruto and eyed it suspiciously.



“No, it won’t self destruct in 10 seconds after you read it.” Naruto laughed at his own joke. Sasuke took a moment to unfold the petals of the invitation to reveal a card for the private bid submission; his name already printed on it with the event’s details in gold embroidered lettering. He read it silently before raising his head to speak.



“Look, since you’re here you might as well get it over and done with and pay me back.”



Naruto stopped short, unprepared. He had planned to drop the invitation with Sasuke’s secretary and leave. To a certain extent, he was half hoping that Sasuke would show up at his gallery allowing him to prove that he had indeed made something of himself. He just didn’t expect he’d bump into Sasuke in this fashion and be demanded to pay him back on the spot. He quickly thought of a solution.



“Too bad, I don’t lug a checkbook around with me everyday neither do I wanna run the risk of getting mugged with that much cash. Unless you have a card machine built into your ass, I doubt I’ll be able to pay you back now.”

Sasuke lifted a fist.



“Fuck, I’m kidding. Lighten up okay? Look just pop by this Saturday and I’ll pay you back, seriously.”

Sasuke relaxed. He heaved a sigh.



“Fine dobe, whatever it is it’d better be good.”

With that, Sasuke turned and entered the building, unaware that his brother had been watching the whole exchange with keen curiosity.



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Back at his gallery, Naruto read through the current issue of Banzai Car Magazine. He eyed the latest gadgets and accessories available and drooled at all the latest rim designs. Unfortunately for Naruto, he had an addiction to car modification and was the proud owner of a Honda NSX. An expensive past time hobby, Naruto would take his orange beast for a race once in a blue moon along the Shuto Expressway or join a weekend gathering of amateur racers at a particular circuit. His partners in crime, Shikamaru and Kiba made part of his team and often helped him tune his car whenever he had something new to add, abused parts of it thoroughly or suffered a minor crash. While reading he made a mental note to visit a circuit sometime soon.



Having been absorbed in his reading pleasure he failed to notice a new arrival to his gallery.

“Erm… hi… Naruto,” spoke the timid girl.



“Oh, hey girl. How are you?” Naruto got up excitedly and walked up to the adorable girl with faded blue grey eyes. He gave her a tight hug before leaning back to look down upon her whilst he still had her in his arms.



“I’m good.” She smiled and blushed in reply.



“So, what can I do for you, Hinata-chan?” Naruto asked, role playing as the helpful salesman.



“Naruto… we need to talk.”



Naruto let go of Hinata. He had been involved in a steady relationship with her for over the last 4 months now and he hated to think what could’ve caused the sudden cold demeanor from her. Their affair began after he had had too good a time during a party at Neji’s place one night and found himself the following morning next to the delicate woman before him. At that time, he had been taken in by the sincerity in her watery eyes and her supple personality. Unfortunately, Hinata’s eyes only seemed to carry hurt now and he wondered why his intuition had failed to pick up any tell tale signs from her lately.



“Let’s go up to my office. Yukino, can you take care of things for a little while?”



“Sure,” Naruto’s assistant answered.



The two walked in complete silence to Naruto’s room. He felt uncomfortable as his intuition told him that the silence could only mean he had done something wrong. He tried his best to forecast what was to come from Hinata but couldn’t dig up anything from his mind that could’ve contributed to the situation. He opened the door to his room and allowed her to step in before closing and locking the door behind him. He remained standing at the door, unsure of whether it would be wise to step closer to her. Hinata made her way to the couch and sat down.



“Naruto, I don’t know how to put this but you’ve been rather distant.”

He finally realized that he had failed to call her for the past two weeks and in recalling, it occurred to him that it was ever since the day of that fateful encounter.



“I’ve been really busy with Neji’s launch. It’s the day after tomorrow and I still had lots to do.” *Fuck, did I just make an excuse? Nah, I really am busy*.



“Naruto, the least you could do was return my SMSes. I really don’t mean to whine, I just think that….. sometimes… we don’t feel right.”



Naruto felt guilty. She was right about the whole situation. He looked away from her and remembered the last time they were intimate with each other; kissing her lips, the smoothness of her skin, the feel of her breasts cupped in his hands and the warm wet tightness in between her thighs. He recalled the memories but they didn’t seem to be fueling any passion in him right now and the last time they slept together was more than a month ago. He hung his head and sighed wondering if he could ever really learn to love someone. He had hoped that Hinata would change him, would melt his heart and break that invisible barrier he had created. But he realized that it could’ve been a lost cause and what’s worse, he had once again hurt another person in his attempt.



“Naruto, let’s just call it off.”

She finally spoke the words, but it didn’t hurt him and merely caused more guilt.



“Can you forgive me?” He asked, seeking for redemption.

Hinata started crying. “You’re not even going to ask why or explain.” She spoke in between her sobs.



“I’m sorry.” Naruto said softly. He continued to remain silent. He decided that there was nothing to explain and it had simply been a case of him never really loving her in the first place. With that, he saw no further need be with her nor justify himself in order to gain her forgiveness. He just didn’t deserve it.



Hinata got up from the couch and walked towards Naruto. He moved aside and opened the door to let her out. She paused briefly at the door but swallowed the words she were about to speak and continued to make her way out of the gallery. Naruto let his gaze linger at the now empty spot where Hinata was standing. *All I had to do was stop her, why didn’t I? Fuck me*.



Closing the door, he fished his cell phone from his pocket and dialed the numbers to a good friend.

“Kiba, I fucked things up…. Again.”



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