Love Letters from the Hokage

Chapter 4

Naruto threw open the door to Itachi’s office violently. A quick look around told him he must have just missed the man. He cursed under his breath and let himself fall down into a squat just inside the room. He took a few deep breaths to collect himself. He had rushed off with his anger fueling him earlier. He never really stopped to think things through. Did he really want to see Itachi? The man was obviously becoming much like a creepy stalker. Common sense would generally tell one to stay away from such people. He could always buy another orange shirt later. And it wasn’t like he didn’t know where to buy ramen either. Naruto stood up straight and turned around to leave.

He got as far as the end of the hallway before he heard a familiar voice. One he didn’t mind hearing, but someone he’d rather not face if he could keep from it.

“Naruto? What are you doing here so late?” Ibiki called out.

The boy turned and plastered a goofy grin on his face.

“I don’t know. I thought I had a reason, but I guess I don’t.”

“Well, go home. Itachi-sama does not need any more distractions.”

Naruto paled. He took a step towards Ibiki.

“He’s still here?”

“Of course. He just moved to his permanent office a few days. Did you think he’d stay in Tsunade’s the whole time?”

Naruto wanted to slink to the floor. His coloring returned with a vengeance, painting his cheeks red. He shook his head roughly. He hadn’t realized it was still Tsunade’s office the man had used. Of course they wouldn’t share such a space. Naruto returned the grin to his face and scratched the back of his head.

“Well, it’s a good thing he’s busy. Wouldn’t want to get in trouble, dattebayo!”

The scarred man sighed and shook his head. Naruto took his chance and turned back around to head out of the Hokage’s tower. He sprinted down stairs and hallways as if he was being chased. He wanted to get out before his rage set back in, or before Itachi could find him. The shirt just wasn’t worth it. Tears threatened to overwhelm him as he ran. He wanted to run to someone and have them save him. He had to fight himself every time he saw Itachi. While he was running away, he wanted so desperately to run back. His feet took him deeper into Konoha as he ran. He was only vaguely aware of where he was going. He knew Sasuke was gone, but his body was leading him to the Uchiha district.

Naruto hated being so confused. It made no sense to him! His reasons had been very simple when he had left his apartment earlier. The moment he’d stopped to think he had been confronted with a strange desire to see Itachi. Naruto told himself it was only because the man was nice to him. It was the same reason he clung so desperately to the friends he had. While others shunned him, they welcomed him. He wanted to be loved and Itachi was offering that. His strength would only waver for a moment before returning. In the end it didn’t matter, Itachi was still a guy and he was still the same person from Akatsuki that had been after him for years.

Naruto stopped running and started walking aimlessly around the Uchiha district. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do there. In the darkness, the place seemed even more foreboding. Naruto’s thoughts went back to the letter. He smiled to himself and set himself in a definite direction. He wanted some sort of revenge on the man who stole his things. He knew from experience that Itachi’s things were still in his old room in Sasuke’s house. He had a feeling that the man would have come back for his things by now, or was going to when he got a chance. Naruto was crawling through a window as he tried to decide what he would take.

The window the blonde teen had chosen had ended up being Sasuke’s room. Things looked relatively untouched. A few things were missing from their usual place, but nothing that Naruto would have actually noticed. The boy slipped quickly out of the room and down the hallway to the elder brother’s room. Inside, things looked much the same as Naruto remembered them looking. He had only been in there once by mistake. He had left before Sasuke found out where he had been. The last thing he needed was a mad Uchiha. The room had been kept tidy and there was a significant lack of dust on the things remaining. Naruto ran his hand idly across the small desk occupying the room on the way to the closet.

Throwing open the door, Naruto grinned widely. Clothes were hanging up neatly. Naruto reached inside and picked up a shirt. The grin wilted instantly. The shirt would have fit Sasuke for sure, but not Itachi. Of course not. Itachi had been what, thirteen, when he left the village? Well around there anyway. Naruto wasn’t exactly as concerned with such as things to retain detailed information. The blonde let the shirt slip from his fingers and to the ground. His brilliant plan seemed so stupid now. The only revenge now would be going after the clothes the man did wear. He had made a semi-public spectacle of destroying his old Akatsuki garb, and the boy knew from personal experience the only thing the man had left were his Hokage robes. He absently wondered how much trouble he would get into if he stole those.

Naruto bent over to pick up the shirt and hang it up. A chill swept through his body and he would later regret his choice of bending over versus squatting. As he was standing up straight, arms wrapped around him from behind. His bottom connected with something slightly uncomfortable. The blonde squeaked and tried to jump away.

“Why are you in my room?” a sultry voice asked.

“Y-your… wha…. Oh fuck, Itachi!”

The Uchiha chuckled softly and hugged the boy tighter. Naruto turned three shades of red before putting all his strength into pulling free of the embrace. He propelled himself into the closet and turned to face his assaulter. The man’s face was emotionless, but his dark eyes sparkled mischievously.

“Why are you…?”

“I should be asking you that, Naruto-kun,” Itachi drawled. “It is only appropriate that one should visit his own room, but you do not live here. Not that I mind you being here, I am merely curious as to why.”

Naruto shivered. The way the man spoke was like silk. In the back of the boy’s mind, the that thought of this spell Itachi put him under was a genjutsu whispered softly. The more logical side of him knew he would have seen seals, or even an activated Sharingan, before such ninjutsu. He was just looking for a way to deny the facts. The blonde sunk deeper into the small closet and raised the shirt up to his chest. Itachi took a sharp breath. The boy looked like an innocent animal cornered by a deadly predator. Itachi decided to speak again in hopes of an answer.

“Well, Naruto-kun? Why are you here?”

“I-I….”

Coherency failed the teen. He looked away from the man in front of him and tried to collect himself. ‘Its just Itachi. I’m not in love with him or anything! He’s just… nice.’ The boy told himself the same thing over and over again. A few deep breaths later, the teen finally spoke.

“I wanted my shirt back, but then decided I’d just take something of yours in revenge.”

He winced at the honesty spilling from his mouth. He was still speaking to the Rokudaime. Surely stealing from an important person was a serious crime, and he was confessing to the intentions of such a thing! If he had been alone, the boy would have hit his head on a wall a few times. The laughter interrupting his thoughts was the last thing he expected. He looked up at Itachi and saw the man holding his sides lightly and laughing freely. Naruto tilted his head to one side as he watched.

Itachi held up one hand and tried to calm himself. He looked at the confused Uzumaki boy in front of him and sobered a little. He cleared his throat and stood tall again.

“I’m sorry. I just didn’t expect such an answer.”

“Well, it’s the truth,” Naruto pouted and crossed his arms.

He realized he was still holing the shirt and looked above his head for the empty hanger. He blushed upon further realization that he was still standing in the closet and Itachi was blocking his exit. He chose to ignore it and reach up to grab the hanger and pull it down. He put the shirt back on the object and hung it back up. Once his hands were free he scratched the back of his head and grinned.

“I-I’ll just go home now….”

“Naruto-kun, while you’re here, I would like to ask you another question.”

Naruto paled. Itachi had stepped forward and now stood just inside the small space with him. The boy remembered to nod his consent to hearing a question. Itachi smiled softly at him.

“I suppose its not much of a question, but I was wondering what you thought of your apartment.”

“Huh?” the boy responded stupidly.

He looked upward slightly as he thought about what that comment could possibly mean. It was his apartment, of course he liked it well enough. He sort of grew up there. His eyes widened as he suddenly remembered. In his quest for his shirt, he had forgotten that the man had cleaned it. He swallowed hard.

“I’m so, so sorry! I completely forgot, I was too pre-occupied with my shirt. It was my favorite one…,” Naruto trailed off for a moment. “It looked so nice, but you really didn’t need to do that, Itachi.”

“I wanted to,” the man said softly.

“W-well, thank you!”

Itachi stepped forward again. Naruto’s easily distracted nature really came in handy for the man. He was standing just inches short of pressing himself against the boy. He could feel his heart racing wildly when he caught traces of Naruto’s scent. Itachi, who normally hated anything that could make him feel so weak, was grateful in that moment that he had been blessed with such feelings for someone. He reached out and cupped one of Naruto’s whiskered cheeks with his hand. Blue eyes were wide with shock at the touch. Itachi tried to will himself to back up and stop pressing himself on the boy.

The eldest Uchiha was deathly afraid of Naruto hating him, but at the same time so impatient. Hadn’t he proven how much he cared? He had had plenty of chances to overpower the boy in the past years. He could have captured or even killed the teen. He knew Naruto was stronger when utilizing the Kyuubi’s chakra, but without it he was easily stopped. And Itachi held the Mangekyou, he could incapacitate the child regardless. And yet he’d never once used anything to harm Naruto. If one took the time to examine such things, they would have seen that Itachi had fallen for the boy long ago and had been protecting him in the only ways he could.

Even if he had been seriously a part of Akatsuki, he still would have treated things all the same. Naruto had found a place in the man’s heart and taken root there. He wasn’t leaving anytime soon, either. Itachi himself had fought the attraction for awhile, but in the end he had recognized the feelings and excepted them. He believed Naruto would come to the same conclusion one day and he was sick of waiting. And yet at the same he did not want to push the boy at all. He hated the feeling he got most of the time that Naruto was nice or dealing with certain things because he was in the presence of the Hokage.

Itachi rubbed his thumb absently over the marked skin as he pondered what to do. Naruto was trembling beneath the touch. His inability to move away was annoying him immensely. He had continued to stare into deep black orbs while Itachi warred with himself internally. Naruto had no idea that his frozen state was fueling the battle raging inside the usually calm and collected Uchiha. Itachi started to move, having finally made up his mind on how he was going to handle his present situation. The man had tilted his head to the side and started to lean in closer to the boy.

A cold numb swept over Naruto. ‘Is he going to kiss me?! Oh my god! He’s really going to kiss me! Move damnit!’ Naruto screamed at himself loudly, but his body wouldn’t listen. Itachi had moved rather quickly. His lips hovered just above the blonde’s own. He could smell the man’s breath and could tell Itachi had snacked on something particularly sweet recently. Naruto closed his eyes tightly, hoping the man would move away and release him so he could run very far away. He could feel the other’s body heat radiating around him. The deep breathing of the raven haired man made Naruto shiver.

Itachi seemed to get a very different message from the reactions he received. His mind wanted the shivering to be from pleasant anticipation. He wanted the closed eyes to be a signal to continue.

“Naruto-kun…,” he whispered.

The blonde whimpered at the tone used. Itachi sounded like a man who hadn’t eaten in weeks who was staring at his favorite dish. Like he had been deprived of oxygen and needed to inhale as much as he could as fast as he could. Like an addict who had been clean for months and now wanted just a taste of his drug. The desperation in the whispered name made Naruto feel like the most important person in the world, and like someone so insignificant at the same time. As if once Itachi had his taste, he wouldn’t matter anymore. It was a bittersweet feeling. And the blonde teen wanted nothing to do with it at all.

But the whimper had sounded more like an eager noise. The boy’s feelings were overlooked. Itachi closed the last centimeters and captured the plump pink lips he had craved. Naruto held still in his disbelief. Itachi held tightly to the boy’s cheek. His other hand snaked around his waist and grabbed at the shirt covering his back. The Hokage’s tongue slipped between his own lips to taste the other. The ever present taste of ramen mixed with something purely Naruto. Itachi was certain that if ramen were to taste like that all the time, he would eat it just as often as the one he loved.

Naruto had kept his eyes closed, not wanting to see the proof of what was happening. He gasped when the soft tongue licked his lips. Itachi’s tongue had been quick to slip into the opening for a better taste. It gently rubbed against Naruto’s own tongue. He involuntarily responded to the attention. His lips molded against Itachi’s to help deepen the kiss. His tongue pressed against the other’s hastily. He caressed the soft appendage for a moment and savored the sweet taste he found. Itachi took the reaction as a sign to press on and pushed his body into Naruto’s while tightening the hold on the smaller body. His tongue sought deeper places to explore while he had the chance.

Naruto drew himself back completely. He pressed himself back to get away from the hold the taller man had on him. He drew his tongue back as far as he could. He whimpered loudly. But Itachi was too far gone into his own bliss at tasting the lips he had longed for to make sense of the boy’s movements. The blonde’s head finally ridded itself of metaphorical fog and he pushed harder, this time putting his hands on Itachi’s chest and shoving until he broke free and his back connected with the wall of the closet. Clothes were knocked down as Naruto forced his way through them. The boy breathed heavily with the effort. Itachi was left in a position that suggested he was holding someone invisible.

The Hokage opened his eyes immediately when hands fell on his chest. He sobered just as quickly and took a step away from the boy. Confusion, fear, lust, anger, sadness…. An array of emotions flashed through blue eyes as Itachi watched Naruto. He continued to back away slowly. He was furious with himself for causing such distress. He looked away from the blonde, ashamed.

“I’m sorry.”

A puff of smoke later, Naruto was alone. He slid down until he was sitting on the ground. He buried his face in his hands. His body shook violently for several minutes while he sat otherwise immobile. Naruto absorbed the reality of what had just happened at a slow rate.

“Oh my God! Why did I shove him like that?!” he yelled into the empty room.

He fell over onto his side with his hands still covering his face. His fingers had spread just before he yelled. He could see into the empty room from where he lay on the ground. He suddenly found himself exhausted with all that had happened that day. It was much more than he had been ready to handle when he woke up. He let his eyes fall closed. He told himself he would go home in a few minutes. He needed time to figure out why he liked that kiss so damn much.

Itachi held his breath as he leaned his head against the wall that the closet hid from view. The smoke had been his cover to hide and wait. He had slipped into the shadows, expecting Naruto to leave the room without noticing. He really had had business in his old room that he couldn’t leave without finishing. The soft thud when Naruto fell almost had the man jumping out in worry to check on the teen, but praised himself silently when the boy started yelling. Although, the blonde’s choice of words had Itachi even more confused. In the end, Itachi stood where he was and waited until he heard gentle snoring.

Itachi stepped out of his shadowed corner and started to pick up some of the clothes in the back of the closet the blonde had managed to leave on their hangers. Holding them up, Itachi could already tell they too would be too small to fit him. He put them back in their places and looked down at the sleeping boy. Despite the rejection, his heart still contracted at the sight and bent down to scoop the exhausted Uzumaki into his arms. The boy snuggled into his chest and made him smile a little. He turned on his heel and started out of the Uchiha manor.

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Sasuke fell flat on his face with a groan. The sheets covering Iruka’s bed where so very comfortable. The man had taken him home sometime in the evening and he had woken up with a dull ache in his backside in a bed. Trying to sit had proved to be a stupid idea on his part. He had instantly moaned in pain and fallen backwards. Iruka had rushed in, worry creasing his face. Both shinobi blushed when they looked at each other.

“I-I didn’t…. I’m sorry, I…. You can… you can have my bed, tonight,” the brunette had managed.

Sasuke had nodded, feeling like an idiot. Iruka’s face had shown regret at their earlier actions. Sasuke didn’t regret it at all, surprisingly enough. He did appreciate the bed he had been given, yet somehow found it lonely. He had scowled at himself for being such a sap. He had picked himself out of the bed after awhile and found the bathroom. He hadn’t had a chance to clean up before sleeping, so he took his opportunity while he had the ache under control and showered. After his shower and a change of clothes, Sasuke was falling comfortably onto the bed once more. Being clean made the bed seem even more comfortable.

Iruka had been laying on the couch staring at the ceiling when Sasuke had passed by both times, on the way to the shower and on the way back to the bedroom. Sasuke’s stomach protested quietly against the state of hunger he suddenly found himself in. With a groan, the youngest Uchiha rolled over onto his back and looked up at the light hanging from the ceiling. He wondered if the other man had eaten yet or not. Sitting up once more, Sasuke slid off the bed and walked out of the room again. He didn’t notice the way his yukata he’d chosen to wear to bed slipped off his shoulder in the movements he’d made.

“Have you eaten?” he asked the man softly, having stopped a few feet from the couch.

Iruka snapped his head towards the teen. He blushed and quickly looked away. Things were awkward enough without the boy wearing something too big for him.

“N-no,” he replied shakily.

“I’m going to cook, will you eat with me?”

Iruka’s heart skipped a beat at the question. He sat up slowly. He blinked a few times, thinking he’d heard wrong, and as if blinking would make him hear it correctly. He looked at Sasuke again, calm enough now to actually look at the boy. A frown overtook his face.

“You’re wearing my yukata, Sasuke.”

The raven looked down at himself and blushed a little. He shouldered the material back up and crossed his arms.

“So? You haven’t answered me yet,” the moody teen growled.

“S-sure, I’ll eat with you.”

Sasuke nodded his approval and stalked off into the kitchen to cook something fast. He toyed with the idea of ramen, since it was the fastest and easiest thing to make; but it reminded him of how he was no longer around to ward his brother’s attention away from a certain dobe. And he wasn’t that hungry yet, no need in filling himself with such crap. He pulled vegetables and meat from the fridge and set about cutting the ingredients up. Iruka had moved himself slowly over to the table in the kitchen. He watched Sasuke roll up his sleeves and start cutting the vegetables perfectly. A small grin worked its way back onto the man’s face as he mused over how well the teen cooked.

Iruka refused to let his thoughts carry back to the meadow they had left only hours ago. He instead paid careful attention to the things Sasuke was adding to the skillet and the amount he used of each item. Whether it tasted good or not, he would know how to recreate it later. He even went as far as timing how long it took the food to cook. About twenty minutes. Sasuke had expertly prepared a beef stir fry. It was simple, and the boy had used instant rice, but it smelled and look very good. Sasuke sat a plate in front of Iruka and handed him some chopsticks before taking the seat next to him.

Iruka tensed at the action. They had always sat at opposite ends of the table when they sat together at all. And Sasuke was too calm and collected after what had happened to suite the man’s taste. Iruka was drowning in his own guilt while Sasuke seemed completely unaffected! Well, minus the limp. Iruka took a slow bite of the food in front of him. It was good enough that Iruka was happy he’d paid attention. He ate silently and slow enough that Sasuke had already stood and cleared his plate before the man was three-quarters of the way through his helping.

Sasuke moved just as silently as he washed the dishes he had dirtied and put everything back where it all belonged. He yawned and stretched a little when he was finished. He turned an impassive face to his roommate.

“I’m going to sleep now. I’ll only take your bed for tonight, but its still yours, you can always sleep there too.”

Iruka stared in disbelief as Sasuke walked off after that for the bedroom. He was left wondering if that afternoon had even happened. How could Uchiha Sasuke act so… so… nonchalantly?! He didn’t care that he was wearing someone else’s clothing, he was cooking for someone else, hell he was offering to let someone else sleep next to him! Now, Iruka didn’t know Sasuke all that well, having only taught the boy in the academy, but he was sure this was not normal Sasuke behavior. The “stay away from me” aura the dark teen gave off could be intimidating to anyone. Yet, Iruka still found himself how it would feel to sleep next to someone again. It had been so long since he’d had anyone share a bed with him.

The man shook his head clear and shoveled the last of his dinner down his throat at a speed even his favorite blonde would be jealous of. He choked once before standing and washing his plate to put it away. He went to his bathroom to change into a yukata of his own. He heard a knock on the front door. Before he could even get out the door to answer the knock, he heard Sasuke answering the door instead. He couldn’t hear the other person’s voice until he walked into the living room.

“But, it is a customary house warming gift,” Sai was explaining.

“it’s the middle of the fucking night, Sai,” Sasuke snapped. “Who the hell brings flowers in the middle of the night?”

“I stopped by this afternoon and no one was here,” Sai said coolly.

Iruka paled as he walked up to the boys. He took a few deep breaths and reminded himself that no one else knew. He saw Sasuke holding a bouquet of flowers when he got close enough and Sai smiling as he stood in the doorway.

“Hi, Iruka-san,” the boy said happily when Iruka was close enough.

“Hello,” the brunette responded politely.

“The flowers are for both of you, I suppose,” Sai continued, his attention now focused on the man standing slightly behind the Uchiha. “Since Sasuke-kun just moved in, I thought I would bring him a gift. I was told flowers are appropriate.”

“Thank you,” Iruka smiled.

“Go home,” Sasuke growled. “Don’t bring weird things here in the middle of the night. No, just don’t bring things over here at all.”

Sai wilted a little but smiled anyways. He waved and said he’s see them both later before turning and leaving. Sasuke slammed the door and turned around. Iruka had been standing too close and the boy ended up shoving the flowers into the man’s chest. The soft petals brushed against his chin. Sasuke blushed slightly and looked away. Iruka had reached up automatically and caught the hand holding the flowers. Iruka blushed deeply and dropped the teen’s hand before stepping away.

“G-gomen ne…,” the chuunin muttered.

“Don’t,” Sasuke interrupted curtly. “I bumped into you. Gomen, Iruka-san.”

The boy brushed past his roommate with his head bowed. He’d let the flowers slip out of his clutch on the way. With a soft rustling sound, the fell on Iruka’s bare feet. Sasuke moved quickly to retreat to the bedroom before Iruka could even comprehend the sad, disappointed look painted on the Uchiha’s face. Numbly, the brunette shinobi bent over and picked up the flowers. He held them up to his nose and inhaled deeply. His eyes slid out of focus and he turned around. He ventured towards his own room, intent on first making sure Sasuke was alright and then finding the couch to sleep on.

Sasuke had sat down on one edge of the bed and buried his face in his hands. He was beyond pissed off with himself. How could he, an Uchiha of all people, let himself relax like that? When was the last time he’d done anything for anyone else? And Iruka had all but rejected him out loud. He saw the awkwardness the man held when he had humored the boy. He felt so… so stupid. Sasuke groaned inwardly and ran his hands into his hair, tugging harshly on his roots. He didn’t hear Iruka walk into the room and stop just feet away from the bed. The Umino had been taking another deep whiff of the flowers in his hands.

Iruka’s eyes were almost completely misted over when he let his arm fall to his side. He approached silently and climbed onto the bed behind Sasuke. The teen felt the extra weight dip the mattress and heard the rustling of sheets, flower petals and leaves. He tensed and sat up straight, dropping his hands onto the mattress. In a lightning speed, Iruka had wrapped his arms around the boy and pulled the raven back into his embrace. The flowers had been abandoned on the bed. Iruka’s hands slipped inside the too-large yukata and Sasuke gasped.

“You look so sad, Sasuke-kun. Let me cheer you up,” the older shinobi whispered hotly.

Sasuke shivered involuntarily. He was still tense but made no move to pull away. The strength the man was holding him with suggested the teen may have to actually fight to get free. He was still aching too much for that.

“I-Iruka, I’m tired,” the boy muttered.

“Didn’t you say I could sleep here too? It is my bed, remember?”

Sasuke shivered again. He’d dared to hope the moment those words were uttered that Iruka wasn’t just being nice. Besides, it didn’t make any sense anymore. Being nice was giving up your bed after taking someone’s virginity. Being nice was humoring someone when they offered to cook for you. Being nice was still talking and not making things overly awkward when you still had to follow them everywhere for an undetermined amount of time. Hugging someone so tightly was much more than being nice. Yet, it didn’t fit the Iruka from only minutes before. Iruka had been so stiff and embarrassed until Sai showed up.

Sasuke was silent as he thought about what could possibly change Iruka. Iruka had already taken the silence as his cue to press on. His lips latched onto a sensitive patch of skin on the pale neck in front of him to lay light kisses and nips in the spot. Sasuke moaned absently, making sure to pay more attention to his own thoughts than the arousal awakening inside him. Iruka’s hands had already slipped down lower into the fabric and sought out the teen’s nipples. He was rolling them gently between his fingers as he toyed with Sasuke’s neck.

Making sense of the change in Iruka took a little longer than it should have with the distractions. It just didn’t make any sense to the boy at first. The only thing that had changed after Sasuke announced he was going to sleep was that Sai had delivered flowers and Sasuke had gotten upset. And Sasuke was far from upset earlier in the day. Sasuke moaned louder when Iruka sucked hard enough on his neck to leave a bruise. And at the same time, Sasuke made the connection. Iruka had changed the moment he’s come in contact with flowers on both occasions.

Sasuke made a mental note to look up fetishes later. He’d heard of something like this before, but he couldn’t be sure. A flower fetish still sounded just as absurd to him now as it did before. Iruka twisted his nipples hard and all thought process was diminished. The Uchiha boy was reduced to a whimpering pile of mush leaning back into his former sensei. He decided right then and there that if this was what Iruka would become when given flowers, he’d make it a habit to give the man such things. Sasuke’s erection was showing through the thin material covering his body. Iruka stopped his actions on the teen’s neck and inclined his head to whisper again.

“I’d say you’re perking up rather quickly,” the teacher cooed.

“Iruka….”

Sasuke’s voice came out as a moan whenever he spoke. The sultry sounds he made when teased were enough to fuel Iruka’s movements. He pulled his hands free from the yukata and sat Sasuke up. He ripped the cloth down to the slender waist, effectively pulling the boy’s arms free. Sasuke whimpered as cooler air hit his body. Iruka moved around so he was sitting beside the boy now and pushed the youngest Uchiha onto his back. His mouth was closed around an abused nipple before Sasuke could finish gasping at the way his back hit the sheets.

His hands formed fists, bringing fistfuls of the sheets with them. His back then arched momentarily as he let out a choked cry. Iruka used his tongue to make a trail across the teen’s smooth chest to the other nipple. Brown eyes looked up to the onyx eyes bleeding red. Sasuke’s Sharingan flared in the moment. The image of Iruka staring up at him with a lust ridden gaze, pulling a tortured nub between his teeth gently, was forever etched into his memory. The man released Sasuke’s nipple and moved his mouth just below it. He pulled the skin there in his mouth and sucked hard to mark the boy in a fashion similar to what he’d done to the pale neck. Sasuke hissed at the touch of burning pain searing through him, yet it did nothing to dull his erection. If anything it only made Sasuke even harder.

Iruka wasted no more of his time once the spot was almost purple. His mouth moved down, leaving kisses in its wake. When he reached the boy’s waist he paused. Sasuke whined when the man sat up straight. He started to sit up on his elbows and scowl. Iruka was starting to untie his own yukata and shrug the garment off his body.

“Iruka, what are-”

“Just lay down, Sasuke-kun. I said I’d cheer you up.”

The comment was meant to be soothing. There was a hard edge on Iruka’s voice. The lust that built so rapidly in the man had overtaken his senses. He wanted to ravage the pale body presented to him, and he was growing impatient. Sasuke swallowed hard, the action visible at his throat. Iruka grinned and leaned in quickly. He pushed Sasuke back down and bite down on the teen’s throat. The force wasn’t enough to truly hurt the teen. It did, however, make him almost scream in ecstasy. His head felt dizzy as Iruka furthered the treatment by releasing the skin with his teeth and licking along the bite marks forming.

When the area was pampered thoroughly Iruka sat back up. Sasuke was staring at the man without really seeing him. The shinobi smiled and went back to what he was doing. He slid the yukata completely off his body and tossed it near the teen’s head. The belt hit Sasuke’s forehead lightly and helped to stir him from his daze. He sat up again on his elbows.

“Won’t my clothes be in the way?” he asked.

“Sasuke-kun, I won’t tell you again to lay down. If you’re to keep interrupting me, I’ll just have to make sure you can’t sit up.”

Sasuke’s skin prickled. He wasn’t sure if he felt threatened or aroused by that statement. Maybe a little of both. But pride and ego stepped in. Sasuke sat up completely. He stared hard at the man. He already had an Uchiha submitting to him, what more did he want? Iruka growled lowly in warning.

“I won’t just lay here and let you do as you please,” Sasuke snarled. “Its bad enough I’m letting you do everything you’ve been doing.”

“And you’re trying to say you don’t like it, Sasuke-kun?”

The taunt was followed by a smirk. Sasuke lunged forward, hoping to catch Iruka off guard and get the brunette on his back. He wasn’t going to satisfy the man with any verbal response. It would mean admitting aloud that he was already addicted to being dominated in such a way. Because Uchihas didn’t lie when it wasn’t absolutely necessary, and they also didn’t show their willingness to being dominated. Hell, he was positive he shouldn’t even be allowing himself to be topped, but he was anyways. His mind hadn’t decided to assert itself and make him force his old teacher to submit to him instead.

But his lunge was stopped smoothly. Iruka caught both the boy’s wrists in one of his own larger hands. He used the raven’s own momentum and pushed Sasuke into a pillow at the head of the bed. This put Sasuke on his stomach and his arms were twisted behind his back without hurting him. With his free hand, Iruka pulled the belt of his yukata free of the pile of cloth and tied Sasuke’s hands together deftly. Sasuke groaned as Iruka then pushed his shoulder into the mattress. The man leaned over still pushing the pale boy down.

“I tried to warn you. Please don’t make me do anything worse to you.”

Sasuke wanted to protest. He wanted to snap back with something witty and make the man get off him so he could turn the tables. But he found his new situation too erotic. Iruka was showing how strong he really was. Sasuke would never have guessed by the way the brunette acted in public. The aura Iruka was emitting commanded Sasuke’s attention. He was left moaning in a needy manner as he felt the yukata still loosely tied to his waist pushed up to expose his ass. He pushed his thighs together, suddenly very embarrassed by the view he was giving the man kneeling over him. Iruka straddled Sasuke’s knees and pushed both his hands between the closed thighs. He forced them apart.

Sasuke pushed his face into the pillow. Iruka let out a sound between a sigh and a moan. The teen kept his legs separated when the hands touching him moved up. Iruka pulled the pale, smooth cheeks apart to show the small, pink pucker that had been hiding from his sight. He hesitated for a moment. He had no form of lubrication in his apartment. Iruka hadn’t been in a relationship recently and had no need for it. He winced at the thought of taking Sasuke a second time that day without anything to aid his entry. Sasuke wiggled his hips provocatively and all traces of reluctance disappeared. Iruka settled for the best thing he had at the moment.

He slid himself back more and dipped his head down. He pushed his tongue past the tight ring of muscle without a warning. Sasuke screamed into the pillow. He squirmed violently while a strong grip found his hips and tried to hold him in place. Sasuke pressed his hips up and succeeded in pushing Iruka’s tongue deeper inside himself. The man moaned at the heat and taste assaulting him. He swirled his tongue around the tight muscles a few times before pulling away. He replaced the appendage with one finger. Sasuke groaned at the change. The change was enough to keep him on edge. Iruka nipped at the area at the base of Sasuke’s spine as his finger slid in and out of the teen’s ass.

Iruka grimaced when he felt his fingers losing its easy friction. He moved his head back down. Sasuke had relaxed considerably until the finger was pulled away. He whimpered at the loss when nothing replaced it immediately. Then Iruka’s tongue was inside him again. He howled as he pressed his face deeper into the pillow and resumed his squirming. He didn’t have the right of state of mind to verbally protest at the intrusion. He wanted more and much less at the same time. It was slightly uncomfortable, knowing that he was being licked in such a place. Yet it sent electric tingles all over his skin. It confused the teen very much. But Iruka showed no signs of stopping.

Iruka pushed his tongue in and out of the hole, mocking his finger’s actions. When he was sure he had the boy slicked enough, he pulled back once more and added two fingers. Sasuke was given no time to recover or adjust. The digits inside him were already working to stretch his muscles. He switched between pained whimpers and pleasured moans as the fingers were stretching him and pressing deeply inside him. When Iruka had used the last traces of his saliva, he pulled his fingers free and pressed his tongue back inside the teen’s hot passage. Sasuke squirmed less at the change and Iruka could feel the way the tight muscles were loosening just slightly.

Iruka pulled his tongue back and stuck three of his fingers in his mouth to more efficiently coat them with saliva. He pressed all three inside the boy and started stretching more urgently. He licked around his fingers as they pushed into Sasuke furiously. He heard a long string of curses severely muffled by the pillow undoubtedly stuffed into the Uchiha’s mouth. He couldn’t hold back the smirk spreading across his lips. He pushed his fingers as deeply as they could to press into Sasuke’s sweet spot. The boy’s back arched beautifully. Iruka whined softly and pulled his fingers free slowly. He spit into his hand and smoothed the make-shift lube over his reddened cock.

Iruka was quick to press the tip of his erection to Sasuke’s pucker and smear the pre cum forming there around the area. Sasuke moaned and pushed his hips back. The brunette chuckled to himself and gave the boy what he wanted. He forced his way past the loosened muscles with a sharp hiss. Sasuke was still so tight around him. The boy was crying out with the unpleasant feeling that initially hit him. Tears threatened the corners of his red eyes and he shut them tightly to stop the liquid from falling. Iruka slid himself all the way into Sasuke until he was fully seated inside the silky heat. He bent over and laid his hands near pale shoulders while he allowed them both time to adjust.

Saliva for a lubricant was only one step above taking the Uchiha raw in Iruka’s opinion. It hurt him a little and could only imagine the burn the boy must be feeling. Yet his intense lust would not allow him to stop, even if he wanted to. Sasuke’s breathing had become ragged with the pained entry. He was pleased to see the man waited until his breathing had once again evened before moving. He cursed the ache he went into this with. Without it, surely things would not have been so bad at first. Iruka was careful when he did move. He pulled his cock out of Sasuke slowly, only sliding back a few inches before pushing back in just as slowly. The brunette’s breath caught in his throat. Sasuke’s muscles had relaxed and it was still so tight, so hot….

Sasuke pushed his hips back the next time Iruka thrusted slowly into him. He pulled a moan from the chuunin and smirked to himself,

“I won’t break,” he informed the other.

“Taunt me and I won’t hold back,” Iruka admonished.

Iruka pulled his member out almost completely and pushed back in roughly as if to emphasize his words. Sasuke moaned and twisted his head so he no longer pressed his face into the pillow. He twisted his wrists in their binding experimentally and found no slack in the knot holding them together. He then dismissed any thoughts of freeing himself. He pulled his knees under himself to raise his ass higher. Iruka hummed appreciatively, the new height making it much easier for him to move. He increased the speed he pistoned himself into the boy but kept each movement fairly shallow. Sasuke whined and grinded back into the man in hopes of getting more. The groan he received urged him to do more.

“Please, Iruka! I want more. It feels so good,” he moaned, continuing to grind into the man. “Please, harder…. Oh gods, please touch me Iruka….”

Iruka leaned his head down until his forehead touched Sasuke’s shoulder. A bead of sweat fell down Iruka’s nose and splashed lightly against pale skin. He breathed hotly onto Sasuke’s shoulder and did as Sasuke asked. The way this boy begged underneath him was too much. He drove into Sasuke with more force, pulling his cock farther out to push back in as his ecstasy increased. Sasuke moaned wantonly and swirled his hips each time he propelled himself back. One of Iruka’s hands wrapped around Sasuke’s cock and pumped it in time with their every movement.

Sasuke’s muscles contracted tightly and without warning, and Iruka’s hand was coated with hot streams of semen. The man grunted with a slight edge of frustration. Sasuke shuddered below him and fell forward a little more. Iruka ground his teeth together and relentlessly pressed on anyways. His hand never stopped over the softening cock. Sasuke howled miserably and tried to pull himself away from Iruka. Tears poured down his cheeks unabashedly. Iruka angled his hips to molest the boy’s prostate with every thrust he could. Sasuke’s howls soon became pleas for the man to stop.

Without any time to recover, Sasuke’s body was forced back into a painfully aroused state of being. His cock hardened almost instantly while the young Uchiha continued to wail under the ministration responsible for his discomfort. Iruka paid him very little attention as he rained thrust upon thrust into the boy. Sasuke’s body was still spasming quite violently. His voice seemed to fade quicker each time Iruka effectively pressed into the bundle of nerves hidden away inside him. The heat swirling in Sasuke’s stomach formed within only minutes after his first orgasm. The ringing in Sasuke’s ear blocked the older man’s moans out.

Iruka felt the tightening of Sasuke’s muscles for the second time as he felt his own release wash over him. His grip on Sasuke’s hip became much tighter as he rode out the sensation. He poured his seed deeply inside the boy at almost the same time as Sasuke was cumming again. Sasuke found the strength to scream loudly as he consumed by the heat. The sound reverberated off the walls and made Iruka moan. Knowing he was the one eliciting such a noise only made his pride swell. He felt the last remaining bits of his energy leave him and he fell forward onto Sasuke, pushing the raven into the bed forcefully. Sasuke whimpered softly.

The boy could only see flashes of white as his now desensitized body was crushed a little more. He tried blinking and found that such a simple movement took more than he had left to give. He settled for letting his eyes close and letting exhaustion sweep over him. He wasn’t aware when Iruka rolled off him and pulled his sleeping form into a warm embrace. But for some reason his dreams were filled with soft whispers of comfort.

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When Naruto woke the next morning, he was overwhelmed by the softness around him that hadn’t been there when he’d fallen asleep. He was calm and very, very warm. The closet he had fallen asleep in by mistake was the last place he expected to feel such an ambiance. Naruto was awake in the sense that his mind was very alert. His eyes had yet to open, but he still see the sunlight pouring over him. He yawned and stretched out, lowering his hand to scratch his stomach. His fingers brushed the scroll laying there. That one object snapped him to full attention. He sat straight up as his eyes flew open.

His vision went blank with the sudden head rush. He waited impatiently for the blood to settle once more and his eyesight to return. He blinked a few good times and looked down. The scroll now sitting in his lap came into focus slowly. He picked up hastily and broke the seal on it. Pulling it open, the words written there only took him seconds to read and yet he stared at it for several minutes. His hands shook slightly while he stared. Itachi’s handwriting stared back at him, the two simple words saying so much more to the boy than they would to anyone else reading the same letter. He could hear the village bustling outside the window near him. When a loud scream of laughter tore through the air, it shook him from his daze and he looked away from the letter.

He was sitting on his bed, still covered in the silky black sheets. The clean atmosphere made him shudder in remembrance of the loss he occurred the day before. But there wasn’t time to mourn. He threw the sheets off his body and scrambled out of his bed. He saw his jacket, pants and shirt laying neatly folded on his dresser. He paused for a moment to blush. Itachi would have been the only person to take him home, and seeing how he was left wearing only boxers, he was positive the man had been the one to undress. Though he was grateful. He always slept better without as many articles of clothing in the way.

Naruto was halfway out the door of his bedroom to shower when he turned quickly. He had left the letter on his bed and left the sheet laying partly on the ground. He took the time to properly make his bed and put the letter carefully with the others he had received. He took a deep breath and then threw open the window in his bedroom. He could see the Hokage’s monument and the tower perfectly. He hung the top half of his body out of the window and stared carefully at the structure. He wasn’t sure of how long he stood there, straining to see something he knew was impossible to see at such a distance.

“Naruto?” Kakashi called out from somewhere below.

The blonde looked down to see his sensei looking up from the sidewalk below his apartment building. The silver haired man had his book out in front of him as usual and held his free hand up over his eyes to block the sun. Naruto put on a grin and waved.

“Kakashi-sensei!”

“What are you doing?” Kakashi called out, ignoring the people that had slowed down to watch the exchange.

“Looking.”

“… At what?”

“Something. Did we get a new mission yet?”

“Not yet. I’m on my way to the Hokage’s tower.”

“’Kay, see you later then!”

Kakashi stood dumbfounded as the boy disappeared and the window was shut. The man shook his head below burying his nose back in his book. The part of his face hidden by his ever present mask twisted into a grin. He slipped the hand previously shielding his eyes back in his pocket and walked off towards the tower once again. Naruto had rushed off to take his shower and dress hurriedly. The boy even skipped his breakfast as he rushed out the door in hopes of only being seconds behind his sensei when he found his way into Itachi’s office.

Nervousness had completely taken over Naruto’s being. He wasn’t sure what exactly had made Itachi leave such a letter in the middle of the night, but it was obviously a big misunderstanding. One he vowed to have corrected by the end of the day. Because being nervous was most definitely better than the dread that had washed over him at first.

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I’m Sorry.

A/N: Yes, very short letter this time. This is hopefully about as serious as it gets for awhile. While minor agnst is to be expected, I do intend on keeping things on the lighter side. I just wanted them kissing in a dark closet XD Well, everyone have a great holiday and I'll try to post soon after ^^