A Home for the Holidays.
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I'll be Home for Christmas....
A/N: I hope y'all had a wonderful holiday season. I know I did! But I think it's about time to get to some NaruTachi smuuuut. >3
Chapter 3: I'll be Home for Christmas....
It was a very long minute before either man truly reacted to the other. They stood, gaping quietly. It was pretty obvious that the level of shock was high. It was Naruto who faltered first. Under that intense black gaze, his cheeks warmed, tinting a dramatic pink over his already dark golden skin. At last, his frown pulled deeper and frustratedly, his blue gaze fell to focus on Itachi's feet.
For the Uchiha, It was like he'd been let out of a spell, and the moment his eyes were free of that hypnotic stare, he was able to draw in a breath. And with that breath, flared an eruption of emotions that irritated him even more. He'd been about to open his mouth, to yell. He was unsure what he was going to yell about, but his words fell silent, when a quiet voice beat him to filling the silence.
“W-Welcome home... M-...” Naruto flinched at the word he was trying to say, his raspy voice breaking in the strain of it. Finally, he clenched his eyes just as tightly closed as his fists, and finished. “Master.”
All at once, the maddening frustration that coursed through Itachi like raw anger fizzled out, leaving him confused, and almost mad that he wasn't able to be mad at this boy. It wasn't Naruto's fault that they were in the situation, so Itachi already knew that his anger was misplaced to begin with, but he couldn't exactly take it out on Pein. With those few sweet words, however strained they were, Itachi cooled down, but the tightness in his chest remained. He vaguely wondered in the back of his head if this was what the beginning of a heart attack felt like.
Sighing out, low and even, Itachi's scowl lightened a little to a simple look of displeasure while he looked Naruto over finally. A few steps that his feet took of their own volition, without consulting him, carried the older man right over to the blond youth, and he found his hand raising.
Naruto couldn't believe he was actually going along with this. Signing the contract had been absurd all on it's own, but even calling the man, 'Master?' Forget that it felt fitting for the ice prince that had sucked all the heat out of the apartment with just his presence... Naruto had his pride, he just couldn't figure out where it had run away to. He could hear the foot steps, and the energy that came to a stop just inches in front of him was obviously Itachi, but he only trembled a little harder and coiled in on himself tighter. The cold, smooth touch of skin along his heated jawline caused him to jerk, and look up suddenly, eyes flying wide open in confusion. But Itachi had his eyes carefully trained on other parts of the blonds face. Though his hand was soft and gentle, Naruto could feel the strength and energy behind it. It was a grip that could give pleasure one moment, and then just a second later, pain. The kind of hands he was terrified of.
But he couldn't draw himself away.
Not now that he was staring, so closely at that carefully composed face of cold indifference. Itachi had a few loose strands of his ebony fringe falling into his face, but that did nothing to lessen the intensity of the power of his eyes. Naruto swallowed hard, and kept his muscles as relaxed as he could, his eyes trained on that angular face while his own was turned this way and that, slowly, being examined thoroughly.
A thumb... A single cold thumb, brushed over a scar on his cheek, the whisker leading it over the tender, bruised part of his cheek. It was only then that he winced at the mans touch. Itachi faltered, his eyes finally flickering up to look into Naruto's crystal-ocean eyes. But he was not swept away in their tide this time. This time, his was the entrapping glare. “Who did this to you?” He asked in a soft tone that spoke of danger. Shivering as the tone seeped into his nerves, he blinked, blushing deeper. He couldn't look away. And he couldn't answer.
“Are there more?” That cold voice asked again. Though he spoke concerned words, the emotion behind them was far from concern. Itachi felt a disturbing rise of possessive, protective anger towards the person that would mar his pet. Naruto managed a tiny nod. Itachi's grip on his jaw tightened, making the blonds eyes widen minutely before he winced and at last Itachi pulled his hand away completely.
What was he thinking? Just moments earlier, he was raging angry at this shit of a homeless punk was going to be invading his life and his home, disrupting his privacy and his routine. And now he was planning revenge on people that had hurt this kid that he didn't even know? Clenching his fists for a moment, Itachi let out a rough breath, and reached up to shove his loose fringe out of his eyes.
“Show me.” He commanded. Naruto finally looked away once more, and grimaced, his left hand falling to the table at his hip, fingers brushing over the doctors report.
“They're all documented on here.” He started, berating himself mentally for how weak his voice sounded. He felt drained of any energy, and ability to rebel and treat this guy like the asshole he was. Because Naruto was sure that he was an asshole. He reeked of it. Itachi's hand snapped out suddenly and grabbed that angular, japanese chin, dragging Naruto's face to look back to his.
“Show me.” He growled, surprising himself with how animal the sound was. What was happening to him? Minutes with this kid had him unraveling at the seams. His eyes watched intently as Naruto's adam's apple dropped in a hard swallow and his eyes showed his understanding of the situation. His hand fell from the table and the papers, and moved to grasp the tie that fastened the robe around him. It was the only thing saving him from being bare to this man. So why was he pulling at the loose knot? Each inch that slid free felt like a mile, and before long, the sleek fabric popped free of the looped knot, and parted heavily, one shoulder already starting to slide down the youths bicep. It didn't take much effort to shift the silken fabric from his body, to where it fluttered down and gathered in a pile at his feet.
The gaze that Naruto gave said more than his lips could. 'Look for yourself.'
Chapter 3: I'll be Home for Christmas....
It was a very long minute before either man truly reacted to the other. They stood, gaping quietly. It was pretty obvious that the level of shock was high. It was Naruto who faltered first. Under that intense black gaze, his cheeks warmed, tinting a dramatic pink over his already dark golden skin. At last, his frown pulled deeper and frustratedly, his blue gaze fell to focus on Itachi's feet.
For the Uchiha, It was like he'd been let out of a spell, and the moment his eyes were free of that hypnotic stare, he was able to draw in a breath. And with that breath, flared an eruption of emotions that irritated him even more. He'd been about to open his mouth, to yell. He was unsure what he was going to yell about, but his words fell silent, when a quiet voice beat him to filling the silence.
“W-Welcome home... M-...” Naruto flinched at the word he was trying to say, his raspy voice breaking in the strain of it. Finally, he clenched his eyes just as tightly closed as his fists, and finished. “Master.”
All at once, the maddening frustration that coursed through Itachi like raw anger fizzled out, leaving him confused, and almost mad that he wasn't able to be mad at this boy. It wasn't Naruto's fault that they were in the situation, so Itachi already knew that his anger was misplaced to begin with, but he couldn't exactly take it out on Pein. With those few sweet words, however strained they were, Itachi cooled down, but the tightness in his chest remained. He vaguely wondered in the back of his head if this was what the beginning of a heart attack felt like.
Sighing out, low and even, Itachi's scowl lightened a little to a simple look of displeasure while he looked Naruto over finally. A few steps that his feet took of their own volition, without consulting him, carried the older man right over to the blond youth, and he found his hand raising.
Naruto couldn't believe he was actually going along with this. Signing the contract had been absurd all on it's own, but even calling the man, 'Master?' Forget that it felt fitting for the ice prince that had sucked all the heat out of the apartment with just his presence... Naruto had his pride, he just couldn't figure out where it had run away to. He could hear the foot steps, and the energy that came to a stop just inches in front of him was obviously Itachi, but he only trembled a little harder and coiled in on himself tighter. The cold, smooth touch of skin along his heated jawline caused him to jerk, and look up suddenly, eyes flying wide open in confusion. But Itachi had his eyes carefully trained on other parts of the blonds face. Though his hand was soft and gentle, Naruto could feel the strength and energy behind it. It was a grip that could give pleasure one moment, and then just a second later, pain. The kind of hands he was terrified of.
But he couldn't draw himself away.
Not now that he was staring, so closely at that carefully composed face of cold indifference. Itachi had a few loose strands of his ebony fringe falling into his face, but that did nothing to lessen the intensity of the power of his eyes. Naruto swallowed hard, and kept his muscles as relaxed as he could, his eyes trained on that angular face while his own was turned this way and that, slowly, being examined thoroughly.
A thumb... A single cold thumb, brushed over a scar on his cheek, the whisker leading it over the tender, bruised part of his cheek. It was only then that he winced at the mans touch. Itachi faltered, his eyes finally flickering up to look into Naruto's crystal-ocean eyes. But he was not swept away in their tide this time. This time, his was the entrapping glare. “Who did this to you?” He asked in a soft tone that spoke of danger. Shivering as the tone seeped into his nerves, he blinked, blushing deeper. He couldn't look away. And he couldn't answer.
“Are there more?” That cold voice asked again. Though he spoke concerned words, the emotion behind them was far from concern. Itachi felt a disturbing rise of possessive, protective anger towards the person that would mar his pet. Naruto managed a tiny nod. Itachi's grip on his jaw tightened, making the blonds eyes widen minutely before he winced and at last Itachi pulled his hand away completely.
What was he thinking? Just moments earlier, he was raging angry at this shit of a homeless punk was going to be invading his life and his home, disrupting his privacy and his routine. And now he was planning revenge on people that had hurt this kid that he didn't even know? Clenching his fists for a moment, Itachi let out a rough breath, and reached up to shove his loose fringe out of his eyes.
“Show me.” He commanded. Naruto finally looked away once more, and grimaced, his left hand falling to the table at his hip, fingers brushing over the doctors report.
“They're all documented on here.” He started, berating himself mentally for how weak his voice sounded. He felt drained of any energy, and ability to rebel and treat this guy like the asshole he was. Because Naruto was sure that he was an asshole. He reeked of it. Itachi's hand snapped out suddenly and grabbed that angular, japanese chin, dragging Naruto's face to look back to his.
“Show me.” He growled, surprising himself with how animal the sound was. What was happening to him? Minutes with this kid had him unraveling at the seams. His eyes watched intently as Naruto's adam's apple dropped in a hard swallow and his eyes showed his understanding of the situation. His hand fell from the table and the papers, and moved to grasp the tie that fastened the robe around him. It was the only thing saving him from being bare to this man. So why was he pulling at the loose knot? Each inch that slid free felt like a mile, and before long, the sleek fabric popped free of the looped knot, and parted heavily, one shoulder already starting to slide down the youths bicep. It didn't take much effort to shift the silken fabric from his body, to where it fluttered down and gathered in a pile at his feet.
The gaze that Naruto gave said more than his lips could. 'Look for yourself.'