A Home for the Holidays.

A/N: Things have been crazy, but finally I've had time to sit down and update. Thanks, for tuning in, and enjoy! Please R&R if you'd like!

Chapter 6: Hallelujah

Itachi was the kind of man who very rarely took part in relationships. They were a nuisance, and more time consuming than he could afford, with his career and how demanding his job could be. He had, for a long time, considered his emotional needs to be less than relevant, and his physical needs were nothing that couldn't be settled with a quick phone call to a special 'friend'. That being said, he was not accustomed to waking up next to someone. Let alone with his arms wrapped tightly around that 'someone'. As it was, Itachi wasn't even quite awake yet, when his body took note of the soft figure pressed tight against his own form.

The sun, still not even breaching the horizon, had painted the sky just outside a navy blue, sending the stars away. For the first time in a month, the clouds were gone, promising a beautiful morning. The soft luminescence of the approaching morning was the only signs of light in the ornate master bedroom. The older mans skin, white as perfect Japanese porcelain, was cast silver in the darkness, set off beautifully against the dark gold torso he was clinging to.

Unaware of his own bodies reactions, Itachi sighed in his light sleep, his face nuzzling into messy strands of gold, taking in the soft scent of shampoo and the unique aroma that was all Naruto. Already, his morning predicament was in full force, but the smell that flooded his sense drove a surging electric pulse of desire straight to his cock. Bare chest, pressed to a lithe, smooth, equally bare back, Itachi shivered, hands unconsciously gripping tighter as his hips rocked a little. The shift caused his whole body to brush against the smaller form in his arms, his nipples contracting at the way they rubbed over Naruto's shoulders. The breathy moan he released as his hips thrust and pressed right against the plump ass resting in his groin wasn't loud enough to wake either of them yet.

A steady grind of his throbbing desire against his pet's ass had Naruto's body reacting to him in a matter of moments. The insistent press of the lithe hips to meet his own was lazy, and sluggish, but enough to stoke his fires.

The first flutter of his eyelids had Itachi releasing a soft groan, just a bit louder this time, hands clutching with new vigor to the form pressed against him. It had been a long time since he'd called Deidara for a 'meeting', and already his turgid length was weeping, a wet spot beginning to stain the front of his cotton pants, and even seeping into the seat of the fabric covering Naruto.

Ducking his head to burrow into the younger males neck, Itachi was still sleep-addled and not thinking clearly. His hands were no longer clutching the fair haired boy against him, but were instead roaming his body, feeling the surprising muscle tone. Naruto was underweight, yes, and his bones were prominent under the dark skin. But just as prominent was a musculature that promise a healthy lifestyle previous to his homelessness. Even as Itachi's right hand smoothed down over the flat, contracting plain of his pets abdomen, Naruto released his own tiny whine, amidst his dreams, which were changing at the behest of the arousing hands that roamed over his body.

As Itachi woke more, he became aware of what he was doing, and who he was touching, but in a rare moment of lust and need, his inhibitions were blind to the details. His strong body, broader and stronger than his pets, rolled himself on top of Naruto, the blond ending up on his stomach without complaint. It was becoming clear that either Naruto had really been incredibly exhausted the night before, or he was the heaviest sleeper Itachi had ever known. It only urged the pleasure-deprived businessman to continue his lustful use of the supple form beneath him.

Even as his body covered Naruto's like the blankets that had slipped away in the shift, Itachi grunted softly, his penis fit snugly between the cleft of the boys ass. As uncomfortable as the friction of the fabric separating them was, the sensation was maddeningly good. Straining against Naruto, Itachi let out a shaky breath, his body working in languid motions as he began to steadily dry hump the blond. “Naruto...” His voice growled out without his permission, moaning as his lips at teeth attacked the ear that his face was closest to. The responding whimper he received urged him on even further, letting one of his elegantly shaped hands wriggle beneath the younger males body.

Slipping beneath cotton, and over skin, the ebony haired CEO hissed at the heat of Naruto's dick, thrusting right into his hand. Automatically, his fingers embraced the surprising girth of his young charges length, and beneath him the slender form began to buck between his hand and his own cock. “Shit...” His curse was uttered without thought, and Uchiha knew he was quickly approaching a point where he wouldn't be able to stop. Even though his dark eyes were clenched shut in his concentration, he wouldn't have been able to see in the dim glow of the room, the way Naruto's hands clutched at the pillows, his legs spread to accommodate the thrusting behind him and to allow him better leverage to thrust into the hand that was fisting his length. Half asleep, and certain he was dreaming, the blond didn't bother to hold back, beginning to keen softly in pleasure.

“P-please...” His whimpered words, spoken in the thick air that surrounded them, was startlingly real. Enough to cause him to tense and pry his heavy eyelids up. Before he could speak again, or force his mind to wake up more, cold air was suddenly raising the soft peach fuzz that covered his otherwise smooth ass, now exposed as his garment had been tugged down in response to that sobering word he'd uttered by accident.

Even as he began to formulate the words to protest, the intense heat that found it's way to his sensitive anus had his voice choking in his throat, eyes widening. Flesh on flesh had never felt like this to him. All sense left his mind as he felt a slick stream of liquid, precum, lubricating the trail that the frighteningly thick shaft that was wedged between his cheeks.

When Itachi had heard that soft pleading word, asking, in less words, for more, he'd lost it. His free hand had hooked into the youths pants, pulling them away as easily as he had his own, fitting himself into the valley that was, surely, made for his cock. Raising the hand that had only just divested their pants down to gather about their respective knees, long fingers slid into fine gold strands, fisting in place as his mouth found it's way to another set of lips. Beneath them, Naruto could only focus on the throbbing arousal that ground against his most private of places, and the warm, smooth skin that his own cock was bucking into. Melting into the kiss was easy enough. Itachi had the mouth of an experienced lover, and the way his lips, teeth, and tongue worked at the younger males less experienced mouth was breathtaking for the other. Before long, all of the stimulation had him panting, writhing, and flushed, a soft sheen of sweat taking over his body. There was no doubt between them that they were both completely awake, and fully aware of what was going on between their bodies.

“What do you want, Naruto?” The growling question was a command he couldn't ignore. The feeling of being so completely under this one persons power was overwhelming to the blond, and his submission was instinctive.

“I want to cum!” He whined out automatically in response, nipping at the lips that had pulled just out of reach, stopped in place by the hand holding his hair. Even as he spoke the words, the hand that was stroking his aching penis stopped, encircling the base in an almost painful grip. His pulse began to pound in his ears from the intense pressure in his cum-heavy balls.

“How do you want me to make you cum?” The next question was harder for him to answer, and Itachi wasn't sounding patient. He was sounding wolfish. He was poised on the edge, ready to devour the boy he had pinned to the bed beneath him. It was a heavy question, that hand Naruto speechless, save for the sharp whimpers and moans he released, squirming and straining to get pleasure back. Now, Itachi had even stopped thrusting his leaking, tumescent cock against his twitching anus.

“Tell me, Naruto! I won't do anything to you that you don't ask for! Do you want me to fuck you?” Itachi sounded like a different man. He was constantly showing so many different sides to Naruto that he felt his head spin a little with the intensity of it all. Just before they'd gone to sleep, the dark haired business man had been so calm, and gentle looking. And now he was dangerous, and hungry.

“Yes! I don't care! Do whatever, just let me cum, you bastard!” Naruto begged finally, encouraged by a sharp squeeze to his already tense scrotum. It was a good enough answer for Itachi, who drew away from the youth completely, leaning up onto his knees to strip them both the rest of the way. He left no room for straying, or cooling off, though, as his hands gripped onto those slim hips, jerking Naruto's ass into the air. In the same flow of movements, his hands splayed wide of the pert ass presented to him, and tugged the firm, tanned globes apart so that he could dive in face first, his tongue wasting no time in probing and pleasure the sweet, pink pucker that was his goal.

Groaning deep in his throat at the flavor that filled his mouth, Itachi feasted on Naruto, tasting the clean flavor of the soap that had been used, just the previous day, to clean his pets body. But more than that, he could taste the salty sweat that was beginning to bead more enthusiastically. Crying out and pressing back into the mouth that was preforming such a taboo on him, Naruto clawed at the sheets, his face buried into a feathered pillow.

As seconds turned to minutes, and Itachi showed no sign of diverting his attention, Naruto began to feel the pressing need, the harsh ache that was beginning to tighten his insides. He needed to cum. Slipping his hand down to great his neglected cock, the youth caught up the viscous stream of clear precum that had leaked from the slit at the tip of his length, to pool in a small dew-drop on the sheets below him, before using it to quickly fist his cock. Only a few more strokes and he's feel that blinding release....

Itachi was faster though, hands snapping out to suddenly grab not just one of Naruto's wrists, but both of them, pinning them with an almost bruising grip behind his back. “No, Naruto. You said you wanted me to make you cum by fucking you. So that's what I'll do. You can't cum before then. If you do, I'll have to punish you.” He purred, knowing that he was showing the blond just how literally he took their earlier trade of desperate words. He did lean up, keeping one hand fastened onto the slim wrists of his pets hands, using the other to delve into his bedside table, withdrawing a slender clear tube of lubricant. A liberal stream was drizzled right onto the blonds presented asshole, already glistening with Itachi's saliva, before adding a bit to his own cock, for good measure. The resounding snap of the lid almost echoed in the room, container discarded to the side. It was abandoned in favor of Itachi's cock, smearing the thick lube about to get an even coating. His patience was wearing thin, even as he moved his hand to the convulsing ringed muscle that was reaching out for more. Without warning, or pretense, Itachi forced two fingers inside of Naruto, relishing in the cry the blond released, back arching in response. Buried to the last knuckle, Itachi only spent just enough to scissoring his digits inside the hot tunnel that his cock was bursting to be clenched by instead, before withdrawing completely. He'd spent just enough time to urge the muscles to loosen a bit, and to locate what he was sure to be Naruto's prostate. The blonds entire body had seized up, a grunted curse spilling from kiss swollen lips when the bundle of nerves had been found.

A quick positioning of the head of his hefty cock against Naruto's ass had Itachi thrusting his hips mercilessly, effectively filling the lube-slick heat. Dropping his head back, Itachi let his breath fall out of his lungs raggedly, not relaxing until he was balls deep. All 8 inches of his formidable cock fit tightly inside his pets body. Naruto was sobbing softly into the pillow, halfway between pain and pleasure. It was that sound that sobered Itachi enough to hold still, allowing the boy to relax and grow accustomed to being filled so. One particular hiccup that wracked Naruto's body caused his muscles to contract exquisitely, though, and Itachi lost the fine thread of control he had. His hands slid up the tanned youths slender arms, and firm biceps, clutching tightly at the limbs just below where they met his shoulders, tugging him up into a new position.

Reigned like a horse by his arms, which were pulled up behind him by Itachi's firm grasp, Naruto's body rose to align at a new angle with the rod that was shoved up his ass, feeling the hot fire of it melting his insides. The only warning he received from his master was a harsh growl of effort, as Itachi drew his hips back against the vacuum like seal of Naruto's ass, drawing back until the ridge of the fat head of his cock caught at the tight ring of muscle, locked inside.

“Christ, Naruto... Relax.” Itachi grunted through gritted teeth at last, already thrusting his hips forward at the same time his hands yanked back on the arms he held, pulling the lithe body to meet him. Good lord the boy was tight. Itachi knew he wouldn't last long like this at all, and didn't want to cum until he felt the contraction of orgasm wracking through his pets body. A few more thrusts like this had Itachi pulling Naruto up to wrap him tight against his chest again, a perversion of how they'd slept beside each other, hand finally returning to the neglected cock that bobbed, swollen and purple, at the apex of the blonds thighs.

“I'm trying... You're so big...” Naruto strained out in his tense voice, hands free now to slip back behind Itachi, gripping onto the older mans firm ass. A butt that was shaped by intense exercise. The words stoked Itachi, and his possessive desire to mark Naruto. Biting roughly at the blonds neck, and sucking the skin until a harsh bruise was raised, Itachi began to pump his hand over Naruto's cock.

“When you cum, I'm going to fill you up, Naruto. Are you ready? I can feel how hard you are... It must hurt. Your balls are so tight, they're going to explode. Do you want to cum?” Itachi asked breathlessly, into the ear that he was currently attacking with his tongue and teeth. Shuddering and writhing against the hand that was jacking him off, and the arousal that stretched his ass to the limits, Naruto felt a spell of dizziness settle over him, molten fire burning in the pit of his stomach.

“Y-yessssssss!” He wailed out desperately, shuddering, and then convulsing with a strangled cry. His scrotum lifted, tightening as his balls began to squeeze, cock twitching hard in the hot, lube covered fingers that held him. It was like fire-hot relief that poured out of him, his nerve endings exploding with pleasure as his toes curled, his ass beginning to convulse and milk the length inside of him. The full-body orgasm that wracked his slender form, had Naruto writhing, thrusting, and crying with how intense it felt, to spill his soul through his cock. Never, had he ever imagined he could cum this hard. And it only drew out longer, increasing in intensity the moment he felt the splatter and flood of Itachi's hot sperm pouring into him. After the first hard burst of climax, it was like a stream of thick lava filling his passage. Itachi choked as his body curled around the blonds, trembling and fucking erratically in surging thrusts, to push his cock and his cum to new depths inside the hole he'd just claimed as his own. Many minutes passed as their muscles unwound, limp now, sliding them down onto the cum soaked bed. Itachi refused to withdraw his pulsing cock from its new home, even as he lay on top of his pet. Naruto was too tired to find the weight of his master anything but comforting. It would be a long time before the post orgasmic bliss lifted from them, to reveal the reality of what they'd just done.