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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male › Itachi/Naruto
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Jingle Bells
Chapter 4: Jingle Bells
If it had been any other man on the face of the planet touching him, Naruto would have quickly, and undoubtedly, punched that person in the face. As it was, he was already clenching his fists tightly at his sides, his eyes squeezed away as well, while he held still.
As still as he could, at least. The feather-light brushes of unbelievably smooth fingertips over his skin left him trembling, shuddering, or jerking whenever they found a cut, bruise, or simply a sensitive nerve in his dark skin. Itachi was quiet. Not just silent, but a deep quiet to the point where the blond could have sworn he heard the thoughts whirring through the brain hidden beneath that curtain of black hair.
A particularly startling brush of skin against his prominent hipbone had Naruto lurching forward in surprise, nearly falling over. His hands acted quickly though, and found themselves braced against the older mans broad shoulders, gripping in place to keep him from tumbling. Glancing down, itachi was looking up intently from where he knelt before his pet, making Naruto blush deeply. He realised, quickly, from the position of Itachi's hands, that the startling touch had to have come from the businessman's lips.
“Tell me who hurt you, Naruto.” He commanded again finally. It had been a long few moments since the first time he'd asked that. Gritting his teeth, Naruto's blue gaze became shaded with his fanned out golden lashes.
“Some are old, some are new... It was different people so...” He muttered through his pearly whites, the sound close to a growl. Itachi's hands gripped the boys surprisingly well muscled, tan, thighs tighter. He had to know.
“Then point to each one and tell me who did what!” He commanded gruffly. Naruto stared at him hard for a minute before shoving the man away and staggering back a step, almost slipping on the satin robe under his feet.
“NO! I WON'T BE A VICTIM!” He cried out. Though his voice bordered more on panic and fear, than anger. His musculature had adopted a defensive pose and Itachi raised to his feet effortlessly. His face was blank, but beneath the expression, he was a mess.
“You are a victim. Someone did thi-”
“MAYBE I DESERVED IT! DON'T STICK YOUR NOSE IN THINGS YOU DON'T KNOW!” Naruto interrupted, his back pressed against the biting cold glass. The sensation was welcome though, a distraction. Itachi could see the building panic attack, and his eyes closed quietly. With the careful lack of expression on his face, had he been laying down, Itachi may as well have been asleep, for all the life he exuded. Opening his mouth the speak further, the man was interrupted, and startled from his thoughts by the loud ringing of a phone. It was insistent, and looking hesitantly to the blond, Itachi sighed and stepped to the side just enough to grab the handset, staring at the ID. With a silent curse, the older man answered.
“Hidan, this isn't a good ti-” Breaking off, it was clear Itachi had been interrupted by the irritated expression drawn over his features. “No I don't particularly care about the Genma Account.... Yes, I submitted the... Hidan if you don't stop talking I'm going to kill you.” The threat lacked any level of tone that hinted for the man to be joking. Finally using the respite to calm himself, Naruto ducked down and grabbed the robe, tugging it back on and tying it tightly, to resume his modesty. The spell that had been cast when Itachi had entered the apartment was successfully broken, and now Naruto just wanted to crawl into a hole, and carefully shred and burn every last inch of the contract that was binding him here, to this man.
Glancing over sharply when he heard the phone click off, Naruto gazed up at the intimidating man, ready to attack if he needed too. Itachi could tell that the moment was wasted, and that his pet had been abused too much to trust him so easily, right away.
“Are you hungry?” He asked finally. Naruto's face transformed a few times, from excitement, to a guarded expression.
“I don't eat American food very well.” He muttered cautiously, testing. Itachi raised an eyebrow. Looking Naruto over, he almost smirked.
“I figured that this was probably your first time away from Japan, considering this whole time you haven't even attempted speaking english. I can cook Japanese food, so relax.” The darker haired man turned away finally, heading into the open kitchen just mere feet away, starting to rifle through his fridge. Naruto padded just a few steps closer, watching with interest and suspicion.
“I could speak english if I wanted to. I prefer Japanese. What are you making?” He inquired, hugging himself tightly.
“I don't have very much in the way of supplies for good Japanese food.... So Ramen will have to do until I can order groceries tomorrow morning.” Came the mumbled response.
Okay. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Any guy that can make ramen had to be a good guy, even if it was only secretly. Walking into the kitchen, his expression remaining guarded to betray the fact that he'd been defeated by food, Naruto climbed up to sit on a stool. “What do you want to know?” He muttered wistfully, as though the question coming from his lips was painful.
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((A/n: Wooooow you guys! Lots of hits! Thank you for the reads, and the rates, and to the few of you who have reviewed. It really means a lot to me. I will say, for 1300+ hits, I would have hoped that I'd have more than 9 reviews. >_> Please write in, tell me what you like, don't like, and I'll actually respond to you! Please keep reading! Thank you!
<3 Toby~ ))
If it had been any other man on the face of the planet touching him, Naruto would have quickly, and undoubtedly, punched that person in the face. As it was, he was already clenching his fists tightly at his sides, his eyes squeezed away as well, while he held still.
As still as he could, at least. The feather-light brushes of unbelievably smooth fingertips over his skin left him trembling, shuddering, or jerking whenever they found a cut, bruise, or simply a sensitive nerve in his dark skin. Itachi was quiet. Not just silent, but a deep quiet to the point where the blond could have sworn he heard the thoughts whirring through the brain hidden beneath that curtain of black hair.
A particularly startling brush of skin against his prominent hipbone had Naruto lurching forward in surprise, nearly falling over. His hands acted quickly though, and found themselves braced against the older mans broad shoulders, gripping in place to keep him from tumbling. Glancing down, itachi was looking up intently from where he knelt before his pet, making Naruto blush deeply. He realised, quickly, from the position of Itachi's hands, that the startling touch had to have come from the businessman's lips.
“Tell me who hurt you, Naruto.” He commanded again finally. It had been a long few moments since the first time he'd asked that. Gritting his teeth, Naruto's blue gaze became shaded with his fanned out golden lashes.
“Some are old, some are new... It was different people so...” He muttered through his pearly whites, the sound close to a growl. Itachi's hands gripped the boys surprisingly well muscled, tan, thighs tighter. He had to know.
“Then point to each one and tell me who did what!” He commanded gruffly. Naruto stared at him hard for a minute before shoving the man away and staggering back a step, almost slipping on the satin robe under his feet.
“NO! I WON'T BE A VICTIM!” He cried out. Though his voice bordered more on panic and fear, than anger. His musculature had adopted a defensive pose and Itachi raised to his feet effortlessly. His face was blank, but beneath the expression, he was a mess.
“You are a victim. Someone did thi-”
“MAYBE I DESERVED IT! DON'T STICK YOUR NOSE IN THINGS YOU DON'T KNOW!” Naruto interrupted, his back pressed against the biting cold glass. The sensation was welcome though, a distraction. Itachi could see the building panic attack, and his eyes closed quietly. With the careful lack of expression on his face, had he been laying down, Itachi may as well have been asleep, for all the life he exuded. Opening his mouth the speak further, the man was interrupted, and startled from his thoughts by the loud ringing of a phone. It was insistent, and looking hesitantly to the blond, Itachi sighed and stepped to the side just enough to grab the handset, staring at the ID. With a silent curse, the older man answered.
“Hidan, this isn't a good ti-” Breaking off, it was clear Itachi had been interrupted by the irritated expression drawn over his features. “No I don't particularly care about the Genma Account.... Yes, I submitted the... Hidan if you don't stop talking I'm going to kill you.” The threat lacked any level of tone that hinted for the man to be joking. Finally using the respite to calm himself, Naruto ducked down and grabbed the robe, tugging it back on and tying it tightly, to resume his modesty. The spell that had been cast when Itachi had entered the apartment was successfully broken, and now Naruto just wanted to crawl into a hole, and carefully shred and burn every last inch of the contract that was binding him here, to this man.
Glancing over sharply when he heard the phone click off, Naruto gazed up at the intimidating man, ready to attack if he needed too. Itachi could tell that the moment was wasted, and that his pet had been abused too much to trust him so easily, right away.
“Are you hungry?” He asked finally. Naruto's face transformed a few times, from excitement, to a guarded expression.
“I don't eat American food very well.” He muttered cautiously, testing. Itachi raised an eyebrow. Looking Naruto over, he almost smirked.
“I figured that this was probably your first time away from Japan, considering this whole time you haven't even attempted speaking english. I can cook Japanese food, so relax.” The darker haired man turned away finally, heading into the open kitchen just mere feet away, starting to rifle through his fridge. Naruto padded just a few steps closer, watching with interest and suspicion.
“I could speak english if I wanted to. I prefer Japanese. What are you making?” He inquired, hugging himself tightly.
“I don't have very much in the way of supplies for good Japanese food.... So Ramen will have to do until I can order groceries tomorrow morning.” Came the mumbled response.
Okay. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Any guy that can make ramen had to be a good guy, even if it was only secretly. Walking into the kitchen, his expression remaining guarded to betray the fact that he'd been defeated by food, Naruto climbed up to sit on a stool. “What do you want to know?” He muttered wistfully, as though the question coming from his lips was painful.
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((A/n: Wooooow you guys! Lots of hits! Thank you for the reads, and the rates, and to the few of you who have reviewed. It really means a lot to me. I will say, for 1300+ hits, I would have hoped that I'd have more than 9 reviews. >_> Please write in, tell me what you like, don't like, and I'll actually respond to you! Please keep reading! Thank you!
<3 Toby~ ))