Sleeping with the Enemy

Hello Assassin's Kiss here with a new story. I do not own Naruto but this story is mine. Yep I have yet another Naruto story but you don’t mind, right? This one will definitely be a comedy because I like to write funny stories too. Plus I want to dress up Naru-chan in different outfits but you don’t have to tell Naruto’s creator that, do you? Nah it’s okay, just between me, you, Itachi and the other reviewers. Of course if you didn’t get it from the summary this is an AU, (Alternate Universe) and a bit OOC (Out of Character). Well anyway enjoy and if this story isn’t a complete success and doesn’t get reviews then I will take this down by the end of the week. How’s that? Now shoo, shoo and go read.

Sleeping with the Enemy

Chapter One

“Um… why am I wearing this again?” Naruto laughed nervously. His gloved fingers glided across the lace edge of his silk black maid’s outfit. Then with a heavy sigh he ventured to look back at his reflection displayed in the full-length mirror inside the bedroom. It was as if a stranger was looking back at him, what with the dark curls of his wig tumbling over his shoulders and framing around his cherub-like face. The false bangs of the hairpiece also managed to cover his blonde brows.

Even the familiar whisker marks on his cheeks were hidden by foundation and blush only leaving his blue eyes the only real thing looking over at the occupant on the bed with skepticism. His digits slowly began to move the small maid’s cap in place before smoothing out invisible wrinkles to his frilly, lace apron.

A black, silk ribbon ventured to cover up his Adam’s apple perfectly while creating a cute little bow in the back. He visibly cringed at the word ‘cute’ when describing himself but it was true. He looked simply adorable with his maid’s uniform stopping at mid-thigh before his legs was sheathed in black and white, striped stockings that stood in black, platform Mary Jane’s. The shoes would have made the teenager fall over if he hadn’t have prior experience wearing dangerously high shoes like these.

“You don’t like it?” Itachi asked in mock wonder. He tried to look at the blonde in fiend surprise and hurt from the reflection of the mirror as he crawled closer to the ramen lover before sliding his hand up the boy’s satiny leg. The pads of his fingers luxuriated in the feel of the shapely legs that were unfortunate enough to be covered up by baggy pants doing them much shame. The curious digits were close to making their destination to the boy’s skirt before Naruto slapped his hand away with his feather duster none to gently before whirling on his older lover.

“I… WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT!” he cried out before he thumped the feather duster against his lover’s head. He would have liked to do more then just that like grind those ridiculously high shoes into the inwardly smirking Uchiha’s crotch but before he was able to lift his foot to do as much he was drawn against the other male’s body.

Lips quickly covered over his own, short-circuiting his resolve even as he tried to squeeze his eyes shut to look away from those dark, lust filled orbs that threatened to devour him. ‘He always does this to me,’ he thought bitterly sighing inwardly even as he slowly caved in. His pouting lips parting for the Uchiha heir’s tongue to slip inside to ravish him.

Itachi plundering tongue nearly licked clean the last lingering tastes of beef ramen that Naruto had eaten before arriving at the Uchiha mansion. Naruto’s arms, that were covered over in lacy black fingerless gloves, wrapped around the older male’s neck as he gave in. His fingers eagerly trying to pull the tie out of the red eyed male’s hair so that he could freely feel those dark locks pooling through his own fingers.

He shuddered, a near moan coming out in his frustration before his pouting lips formed an soft ‘o’ shape as Itachi pulled away only to squeezed his panty clothed cheek. Then his face quickly darkened as he looked away, uncharacteristically shy before snapping as he felt something settle on top of his head.

He whipped his head around to the mirror to ease away his suspicion only to see an orange, cat eared headband on his head before he turned around to growl at the Uchiha. “WHAT THE HELL ITACHI!” he nearly shouted before he felt strawberry glossed lips covered by the older male’s hand.

“Shh or he’ll hear you,” Itachi said in a hushed voice. His onyx orbs nearly lit up at the thought, belaying his warning.

Naruto was tempted to bite his hand but just as his lips parted to carry out his heart’s desire Itachi let go, somehow reading the intent in the blonde’s sapphire eyes. “I wish he would if only to realize how much of a pervert his brother is,” the blonde hissed low before turning his back on Itachi. The sixteen-year-old male crossed his arms across his chest before taking a few resolute steps towards the door, determined to leave the Uchiha mansion since he was sure he would be unable to win an argument against the sly strategist behind him.

‘I mean I already lost the battle in wearing this,’ he thought bitterly as he kicked an invisible pebble against the plush carpet of the floor. Sometimes he was baffled by the fact of how he ended up with his rival’s older brother as his lover, especially when he had thought firmly and whole heartedly that he had been in love with Sasuke.

With a scowl he was prepared to cross the few feet to the door and run like hell down the stairs and out the door, not caring if he broke his neck going down them. But before he could do that to two things happened. The first was that Itachi suddenly stood behind him, his strong arms wrapped around the younger male’s waist before he drew the boy’s earlobe into his mouth. His tongue laved it generously with his tongue before gently tugging on it. And the other thing was that the door opened to reveal his enemy looking at the scene displayed before him.

“I… I how are you Uchiha-sama,” Naruto squeaked out. He tried difficulty to curtsy while Itachi still held him so closely. His fine white teeth sunk into his glossy bottom lip to stop the moan that was insistent in pulling out even as Itachi let his ear go to whisper all the dirty little things that he wanted to do to his blonde. ‘Insensitive bastard,’ his mind barely managed to process before the older male’s words fully created havoc with his whole body.

“Rini I’m sorry for my older brother’s behavior,” Sasuke apologized. He frowned pointedly at his brother though he had to appreciate the blush that tainted Rini’s cheek or the way her glossy lips parted as she tried to keep her breath even. His face then darkened when he saw the older sibling smiling against Naruto’s flesh before kissing the juncture of the blonde’s neck.

“I… It’s okay I guess,” Naruto choked out with difficulty. A strangled gasp came to his mouth as he felt himself lifted off his feet. And before he knew it he was back at the bed and sitting on Itachi’s lap. He would have pulled away from the damnable man except he felt a hand slide under his skirt to discreetly draw circles into his inner thigh. His fingers clenched at his side as he tried to force on a look of calm even as those devilish digits lazily drew closer to his growing need that began to strain against his panties. His lips wanted to desperately let a mew of pleasure before he quickly force them close, his jaw straining.

“I had wanted to talk to my brother privately for a moment Rini. If you would excuse us,” Sasuke offered unable to help a faint blush to his pale cheeks. ‘Why does Itachi have to molest his personal assistant in front of me?’ he thought before sighing inwardly in both relief and disappointment as the flustered Rini stood.

He stepped back for the woman, offering to open the door before he found himself assailed with a grateful smile on the blonde’s lips. “Arigato Uchiha-kun,” Naruto breathed out shakily. His fingers once again smoothing down his apron and skirt to make sure that they were in proper order before he walked out quickly. He was nearly home free when he found himself halting at one word.

“Rini.”

A shiver rode his spine at the way he spoke the name as if it was an order in its on right. Slowly he turned around forcing back a smile that should strain at the corners of his mouth. His azure orbs wanted to look anywhere but at the elder Uchiha but they felt compelled to draw upwards to meet black.

“Please don’t try to run away, we still have unfinished business,” he announced in a careless tone to Naruto. Then he allowed his emotionless eyes to look at his brother as the door clicked softly closed. A brow rose in question silently asking about his brother’s unexpected visit. “And your reason for coming here?”

“It’s actually concerning—”

But Naruto couldn’t hear the rest of the conversation and didn’t much care to for that matter as he pressed his back against the door as soon as it was closed. He head thrown back exposing his clothed neck he managed to take a grateful gulp of air. His fingers wanted to comb through his hair but they hesitated halfway towards his head. A curse on his lips as he remembered he was wearing a wig and didn’t want to risk it falling off to show telltale blonde locks. So instead his digits sought sanctuary in his apron pocket to pull out his palm pilot. His body trying desperately to ignore the hard on pressed against his panties even as his head lowered to look at the screen.

Body slowing pushed from the door as a frown settled on his lips as he quickly tapped the screen. Quickly the code to open Itachi’s day planner was punched in as he began to unconsciously walk from the door and down the hallway. His tongue clicked to the roof of his mouth as he began to walk to an abandon foyer, passing the help without noticing them as he looked at the schedule for the Uchiha’s next day.

He had wanted to take off the clothes that he wore but thought better of it knowing that Itachi wouldn’t like it. Though he really wouldn’t have cared regardless except that his clothes were in Itachi’s room and he’d be damned if he walked off the Uchiha property and into the real world looking like a cosplaying cat girl. ‘Besides he is my boss and lover,’ he thought vaguely as he closed the foyer’s door when he arrived and entered before he found a footstool to sit on. ‘Though then again he probably hired me as his personal assistant to keep me close by since I insisted on working,’ he rationalized before leaning his back against the decorated wall.

A pink tongue darted out to taste the strawberry gloss as he lazily turned off his palm pilot and set it to the side. He allowed his legs glide apart to help ease his aching need as his head lolled downward to rest on his shoulder. His hear pounded in his chest at the thought of getting caught, while he shivered in near anticipation. His blue orbs darted upwards to look towards the door before he glided them close.

Never in his sixteen years did he expect that he, Naruto Uzumaki, would be personal assistant and practical love slave to the heir of the Uchiha Empire. The blonde that Sasuke knew was a goofball that was barely getting by in school and loved to pick fights with the younger dark haired male. He was personified as the guy who would rather skip classes if possible instead of listening intently to his teachers.

But that same male had a photographic memory and without effort could remember whatever he saw. Only a mere hour or so was spent on pouring over textbooks and other books found in the library before he caved into his lazy, carefree nature. Though he was smarter then he let others know he did seem to lack quite a bit of common sense, which would explain why he was so easily ensnared in Itachi’s clutches.

He was struggling to make ends meet seeing as his caretaker, his godfather Jiraya, had stopped all payments to him a few months ago. It had become obvious later on that he had run into a bit of trouble with the law and had been arrested for indecent exposure or some jazz like that. But that did not help the poor blonde in his present situation, which happened to be money.

So until he gained some steady income, he would quickly find himself in danger of getting kicked out of his rather small apartment.

Scowling at how close he had come to being out on the streets, dirty and begging for money in an old, empty ramen cup. The image of that sorry state was washed away as he slowly found himself palming himself through his panties. His lips parted in a whimpering sigh as he slowly developed a wet spot.

Part of him tried to figure out why he would want to work out what had brought him at such circumstances while the other part thought that Itachi should be the one touching him right now, not himself. ‘Damn the rich bastard,’ he thought fervently.

His fingers shifted the flimsy material of his underwear to free himself with a muffled groan before his digits wrapped around his length to stroke. His eyes slowly opened just a crack so that he could watch for any would be intruders that might come through the door. His brain already racking for what excuse he might supply to an unfortunate staff member or family member that might walk in on Itachi’s secretary jerking off.

But all his pleasured fogged brain could remember, as he paused to smear the milky precum along his slit, was when his world had fully turned upside down. And it all began with…

To be continued…

A/N: Will write when you review. XD