First Impressions

First Impressions

Warnings: Man sex. Yep, that’s about it, some cursing too. Birthday present/ pick me up gift for Akiruchan. I love you, girl. unbetaed

Itachi Uchiha, one of the most powerful businessmen in the world, was not pleased. To say was not pleased was an understatement. What he’d initially thought to be a quiet dinner with his brother to celebrate his birthday had become a trip to one of the most popular, crowded, and loud clubs in the entire city. Yes, Itachi was not pleased.

The thumping music accompanied by the strobing lights caused a throbbing headache to pound somewhere behind his eyes. He didn’t show his discomfort though, that would have been so unlike him. No, instead, Itachi sat at a small table in the overcrowded club and watched as his brother danced with anything in a skirt.

He would make his brother suffer for inflicting this on him. Plotting thoughts involving Sasuke swam through Itachi’s mind as he imagined the worst thing he could do to his brother. Escort their mother shopping was the conclusion Itachi came to. Tomorrow morning, he would begin arranging his revenge.

“Would you like to dance?”

Itachi turned to tell whoever was behind him ‘no way in hell’ but the words died on his lips. Standing behind him was perhaps the most gorgeous male specimen he’d ever seen. Bright blond hair accompanied by sapphire blue eyes and tan skin resulted in every drop of saliva drying up in his mouth. As his eyes traveled lower, his heart began to pound. An orange wife beater and painted on black jeans encased the body of a god.

“Well?” Itachi could hear the laughter in the man’s voice despite the overly loud music.

“Alright.” He could have kicked himself but he couldn’t seem to think beyond how hot this man looked.

Itachi followed the man to the floor and was about to take a position behind the man when his body was tugged against a warm, slightly sweaty body. Denim encased hips pressed into his ass as tan, tapered fingers played along his hips.

The slow pulsing beat of the song seemed to mirror the pulsing in his loins as slender hips pressed into his backside. He could feel the slight erection of the man as his hips swayed and pulsed to the music. Itachi felt as if he was going to go mad. He’d known he was attracted to men as well as women, but had never felt this aroused from a stranger, no matter how sexy he was.

Thinking it was probably better if he stopped dancing, Itachi made to pull away. A tan hand lifted from his hips to slip underneath the tight shirt borrowed from Sasuke. The flat of the hand pressed against his abdomen, bringing Itachi back to press even tighter. “Where are you going?”

The words were followed by a slight nip on his ear causing all brain function to cease activity. Itachi moaned but the sound was lost in the loud music of the club. His body began to over heat in a way not related to the warmth caused by the press of hundreds of bodies. The way the blond thrust his hips into Itachi didn’t help the matter either.

The pressing hand stroked calmingly for several minutes despite the gyrating motions of his partner’s hips. It wasn’t until that stroking hand began to drift lower, a single finger dipping into his pants, did Itachi freeze his motions. “Stop.”

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” The question wasn’t shouted, just spoken lowly, directly against Itachi’s ear.

Shivers coursed through his body as heated breath ruffled the small hairs along the rim of his ear. Itachi opened his mouth to reply but lost his voice once more as the second hand left his hips to slip under the loosened shirt. This hand went north to tease over budded nipples, drawing his shirt up revealing his taunt abdomen for all to see.

Moaning as the fingers plucked at first one nipple and then the next, Itachi pressed backward, feeling the now prominent erection. He stopped caring that there were hundreds of people around him. All he cared about at that point was the man standing behind him.

Before he realized it, he was at the wall, near the back of the dance floor. Confusion burst through his mind soon to be replaced by pure lust as that wondering hand near his crotch popped the button on his jeans. “Oh God.”

“Shh. If you are too loud people will look over at us. We wouldn’t want that would we?” The husky voice drawled as his clever fingers slipped inside the loosened pants to palm to throbbing length.

“I’m not…I don’t…” Itachi cursed his inability to link words together to make complete sentences. One would think he was a teenager being felt up for the first time.

“You’re cute.” Cute? The shark of a businessman, cute? Itachi would have spent more time on the comment if not for the hand now pumping his length.

Biting his lip to keep from crying out, he pressed his palms against the wall to brace himself. It seemed as if the man had plans to get him off fast; the fingers teased the prominent vein before dipping in the leaking slit.

Closing his eyes, Itachi groaned as his body was pressed flush against the wall. The blond’s hips began to grind against him as this stroking hand squeezed and pumped him to the beat of the music.

It was too much. The music. The hot mouth sucking on his neck. The grinding thrusts against his ass. It was too much and not enough. It was, however, enough to push him over the edge into his orgasm.

Wave after wave of pulsations coursed through his body. Itachi lost all equilibrium as his body began to spasm. He felt the body behind jerk rough as the teeth nibbling on his neck bit down…hard. The slight pain only intensified his orgasm as cum splattered on the wall before him.

Harsh panting in his ear was all he could hear. The music and the crowd faded away until it was just the two of them. Itachi shivered as the teeth released the flesh of his shoulder to purr in his ear. “That was nice. I’ll see you around.”

It took several moments for his brain to decipher the words but by that time, the blond haired Adonis was gone. Itachi hastily fixed his clothing before seeking out his brother. The man had left him after probably one of the most powerful orgasms of his life. Left him! Without any other word other than ‘I’ll see you around.’ That alone pushed Itachi in a foul mood.

Spotting his brother grinding against a cute redhead in a short skirt, Itachi tapped his brother on the shoulder none too gently.

“I saw her first, asshole…oh Itachi. What’s up?” Sasuke eyes gleamed.

“We are leaving. Say good bye.” Itachi turned and walked towards the exit. He wasn’t going to deal with Sasuke’s petulant moods tonight. Either he followed, or he didn’t. Either way, Itachi was going home.

“Hey! Itachi…what bee crawled up your ass?” shouted Sasuke as he chased his brother out of the smoke and liquor scented club and into the cold January streets.

Itachi ignored the whining of his brother as he made his way towards his 2010 Chevrolet Camaro. The metallic blue shimmered under the street light as Itachi approached, unlocked the doors, and revved the engine.

Sasuke continued to pout as he joined his brother in the vehicle. Smooth jazz poured from the radio as Itachi flipped on the radio. The cool sound of a saxophone solo failed to calm Itachi’s nerves as he pulled onto the road.

“Would you please tell me why I missed out on getting laid so you could drive home?” Sasuke asked, curiosity replacing the pout on his face.

“None of your business.”

“Something happened.”

“No, it didn’t.”

“Yes, it did. You’re angry. You never show you are angry. What the fuck happened?” Sasuke was really, really curious at this point. Itachi was dubbed the Ice King in business circles. His cool demeanor coupled with his perfect poker face made him a very difficult man to read. Sasuke was one of the few that could interpret his personality and even he couldn’t read him all the time.

“Sasuke…drop it.” Itachi’s tone told Sasuke that he should drop the subject or be punished severely for the infraction.

“Fine.” Sasuke pouted but did as his brother asked…for now.

Once Itachi dropped off his brother, he headed to his own condo. The luxurious condo wasn’t really home but it offered a place to sleep when he wasn’t at the office. He highly doubted there was even a spec of food in the kitchen, not that he was hungry.

Tossing his clothes into the hamper as he stripped, Itachi walked naked into the bathroom. As soon as the water heated, he stepped beneath the spray. He felt…dirty. For the first time in his life, he felt used. He supposed he should be grateful that the blond stranger didn’t fuck him because Itachi was sure he’d have probably let him. That angered him all the more.

Scrubbing at his skin, he attempted to wash his body of the touch that had played him like an instrument. Even now, ghostly sensations traveled over his skin almost as if the man was still touching him. Slamming his hand against the wall, he cursed his body’s own reaction to it.

Never had he been so wound up over another man. Pressing his brow to the cool tiles, Itachi took a few calming breaths. It should never have happened and he would make sure it never happened again.

Wrapping a thick towel around his waist before drying his long hair, Itachi walked to his bedroom. Grabbing a pair of pajama bottoms, he pulled them when he caught sight of a darkened bruise forming on his neck in his reflection on the window. Running back to the bathroom, he scowled at the quite large bruise. The fucking man had marked him, largely.

“Fuck.” he growled, almost tempted to smash his fist through the mirror.

Striding to the bed, he crawled beneath the cool sheets. It was a long time before sleep claimed him. His mind spun continued to spin with the night’s events. It wasn’t until the blaring of his alarm at six a.m., did Itachi, for the first time in his life, consider calling in sick to work. Rolling over in bed, he stared at the ceiling for several minutes, weighing the pros and cons of staying home.

In the end, he found himself going into work. The dark aura that surrounded him told anyone that had worked with him to stay away. As lunch time rolled around, Itachi had fired his temp secretary, caused an intern to cry, and nearly punched one of his vice presidents. It seemed as if Itachi was having a bad day to go with his bad night. Or more precisely, his bad night created his bad day.

A knock on his door disturbed the blissful peace he’d finally achieved. Growling low in this throat, he awaited the entrance of whoever had knocked. They were about to either quit or be fired, depending on his mood when they entered.

The sight of his brother annoyed him. He couldn’t fire Sasuke. Annoy…yes. Torment…absolutely. Fire…impossible.

“What do you want, Sasuke?” Itachi’s voice held the deadly calm, making Sasuke swallow in momentary fear. His brother rarely appeared this emotionless any more. Was he still upset about what happened at the club?

“I’ve had four interns and nine employees in my office today. Would you care to explain what is chapping your ass so we can fix it, and then things can go back to normal?” Sasuke flopped in one of the chairs facing Itachi’s desk.

“Only idiot people annoy me, Sasuke. It appears this office is full of them today.” Itachi turned his eyes to the screen showing the final draft of the contract with Namikaze Industries.

The CEO of Namikaze, Naruto Uzumaki would be in at two to sign the deal making Uchiha Inc. and Namikaze Industries partners in the production of revolutionary medical equipment. Namikaze lacked the financial backing necessary for the type of mass production and advertisement. Itachi knew a good deal when he saw it. After putting Sasuke in charge of the deal, Itachi sat back to focus his attention to the day to day running of the company. Today would be his first meeting of Mr. Uzumaki. Sasuke continued to speak highly of the man and Itachi trusted his judgment.

“You’re lying.” Sasuke stated, causing Itachi’s eyes to narrow.

“What makes you say that?”

“Come off it, Itachi. You have been a complete asshole today. Don’t even try to deny it. If you won’t tell me what’s bothering you, fine but work it out before Naruto gets here. I don’t want this deal to fall through because someone groped your ass or whatever happened last night. Get the fuck over it.” Sasuke marched out of the office, leaving Itachi scowling at the closed cherry wood door.

For the next two hours, Itachi touched up the contract before having it printed into several copies. His lack of a secretary along with the fearfully hiding interns left him with no other option than to print off multiple copies himself. He was not happy.

When the knock came on his door a little after two, Itachi was washing up in the bathroom. “Come in, Sasuke.” he yelled, knowing it was his brother with Mr. Uzumaki.

Itachi dried his hands before exiting the small personal bathroom. As the two occupants of his office came into view, he froze. Standing before him was the Adonis from the night before. Instead of tight jeans and an orange shirt, the man was wearing a black suit, orange tie, and a very wide grin.

“Itachi, this is Naruto Uzumaki. Naruto, this is my brother, Itachi Uchiha.” Sasuke said as took a seat in one of the two chairs facing Itachi’s desk.

Itachi remained standing, staring at the man from last night. His hands clenched at his side in an effort to calm himself. Despite the fact Itachi was angry…no, Itachi was furious. He would not allow his personal feelings interfere with business. The deal with Namikaze industries was beneficial not only to their respective companies but also to the general public, who would benefit the most from such medical advancements.

Carefully schooling his face into a mask, Itachi grabbed the contract. A bundle of papers was offered to both Sasuke and Naruto. Itachi sat quietly, watching the man as Sasuke explained the contract. The two talked like friends, spouting small verbal jabs at each other every few sentences.

Itachi stopped listening. Swiveling his chair, he began to stare out the window. The sooner the two were finished, the sooner he could evict both of them from his office. The ringing of a cell phone barely registered to Itachi, his mind was so lost in itself.

“Itachi, I’ve got to run. You can finish up things with Naruto. Talk to you later, idiot.” Sasuke was up and out of the office before Itachi could even process the words spoken. The slamming of his office door brought him from his stupor and back into reality.

“Alone at last.” Naruto was grinning wildly, blue eyes sparkling.

“I’m sure Sasuke did an adequate job of explaining the contract. All that remains is for you to approve it.” Itachi kept is voice neutral though his insides were going crazy.

“I have no problem with it. How about we celebrate the joining of our two companies?” Naruto leaned forward, the teasing in his voice apparent.

“I’d rather not.” stated Itachi, walking to stand at a window. It wasn’t until he felt the familiar heat behind him did he realize that Naruto was pressed against him. “Please leave.”

“And if I don’t want to?” This pose was far too familiar for Itachi’s comfort. Already, he could feel heat beginning to leave his brain for more southern regions. He felt teeth nipping at the lobe of his ear. Oh god, where did that hand come from?

Like the night before, one hand rested firmly on his hips while the other traveled lower. Itachi’s hand reached up to flatten against the glass. Just like the night before, he was weak under this man’s touch. Why didn’t he have willpower against this man?

“I like it better here. Here, I get to hear you moan.” Naruto’s lips were moving from Itachi’s ear to his jaw while his hand was releasing the button and zipper from Itachi’s pants.

Itachi’s mouth opened up to tell him to get out but all that was released was a needy moan as he once again found his cock in the hands of Naruto. Those talented fingers seemed to know just where to touch to bring Itachi to the brink of madness. It was the same as before, the grinding in his ass, the stroking fingers, and the heated breath in his ear.

“Stop.” panted out Itachi, the last vestiges of his brain urging him not to give into the blond.

“You don’t want that, do you, Itachi?” Naruto’s voice was smooth, a different sensation from the night before.

Itachi closed his eyes, despite the feelings he was left with the night before, he wanted this. He wanted this man’s touch. He was ashamed to admit it. It had been so long since he’d been touched or held by another person. It was a need that was forever being buried in the mountains of work. Itachi shook his head, the ability for a verbal response long since passed.

“Good boy.” That purring voice went straight to his cock, send a few drops of cum leaking from the tip to splatter on the carpet unnoticed.

Naruto continued teasing the cock while his free hand slid the suit jacket from his shoulders to fall softly on the floor. Next, the tie was loosened and the shirt opened to reveal the smooth pale torso. Itachi, like Sasuke, avoided the sun. Both brothers burned very easily. They’d learned early to avoid beaches and going shirtless.

“So smooth and pale.” The tie and shirt joined his jacket. Naruto licked at the large bruise and bite mark on Itachi’s shoulder. “I marked you. That makes you mine.”

Itachi couldn’t stand it. It was like each word was a physical touch. He was being assaulted with the sound, smell, and touch of Naruto.

It wasn’t until he felt cool air gust along his rear did Itachi realize what was happening. It wouldn’t be like before, a quick hand job. This time, Naruto was going take what he didn’t the night before.

“Uzumaki…”

“Come on, now. Aren’t we to first names?” Naruto murmured as a finger slid between the globes of Itachi’s ass to tease the clenched pucker, the tip barely pushing through the clenched flesh. “Don’t worry. By the time I’m through with you, you will be screaming my name.”

Itachi gasped as a finger pressed completely in his ass. The lack of lube caused a bit of discomfort. Groaning, his hands clenched on the window. “That was punishment for not saying my name.”

The finger was removed, followed by the sound of a cap being popped as Naruto fished a small bottle of lube from his pants. He had lube? He’d planned this! Itachi didn’t have time to analyze this bit of information as the fingers had returned to his ass. This time, two well lubed fingers were pushed inside. The slight stinging in no way took away from the sensation of being fingered. It had been a long time. The nerves around his anus shot sensations to his brain at the stimulation.

Each swipe of the fingers seemed to just miss his prostate. Itachi could feel the tingling as the teasing fingers just missed it. It couldn’t be on accident. He was intentionally avoiding his prostate.

Growling, Itachi attempted to swivel his hips. He needed to feel that jaw dropping sensation that occurred when the prostate was stimulated. The slap on his ass caused him to freeze. The shock of the strike caused him to tense up, squeezing Naruto’s fingers tightly.

“Say my name.” The rumbling growl sent shivers down Itachi’s spine. He was strung so tight he didn’t know up from down.

The hand fell again, slapping the other cheek; causing red to spread across the pale skin of Itachi’s ass. A small whimper escaped Itachi’s lips. “Say my name.”

“Naruto.”

“Good boy.” Naruto pressed his fingers firmly into the small gland he’d purposely avoided.

Itachi bit his lip to keep from crying out as tremors began coursing through his body. It was heaven and it was hell all wrapped up in one package. The hand on his cock stroked fast and hard allowing no rest but instead driving him closer and closer to orgasm.

Just as he reached the pinnacle, the fingers withdrew and the hand released his cock. The low moan of disappointment escaped before he could stop it. Itachi’s body was so on edge, only one or two more strokes would cause him to finish.

“Why?” he gasped.

“I wasn’t inside you.” The blond man grinned before nipping at Itachi’s shoulder.

Itachi watched through lust hazed eyes as Naruto walked silently towards his desk to sit in his chair. The man opened his pants, revealing a very angry looking cock. Obviously, Naruto’s cock was not happy to be kept waiting. A tan hand lifted before gesturing towards Itachi. “Strip the rest of your clothes and come here.”

Though his mind rebelled at being given such an order, his body worked as if it had a mind of its own. Once divested of his slacks, socks, shoes, and undergarments, he walked towards where Naruto sat. He could see the sparkle of lust in the blue eyes. It made him feel powerful, an addicting sensation that he caused Naruto to be in this state.

The blond pulled two condoms from his pocket. While Itachi watched, he rolled one onto the angry red cock before tugging Itachi’s hips forward. The second condom was rolled on him. “What?”

“We don’t want to make a mess in your office do we?” Naruto smiled before settling Itachi on his lap. “I want you to ride me.”

The words sent excitement through Itachi. His cock jumped at the thought. God, he was about to cum. He was sure he was going to embarrass himself and cum while standing before this man.

He didn’t have a chance to analyze the situation any longer; Naruto took things into his own hands. Pulling Itachi onto his lap, he ran his hands down the smooth chest, down a tight abdomen, and on pale hips. “Put me in you.”

The order resulted in heat flaring through Itachi. He was sure he’d never been this aroused in his life. Swallowing to cure the dryness in his mouth, he grabbed the bobbing cock and positioned himself over the tip. He could feel the quivering of his hole against the flared tip. For a moment, he wondered if it would fit. It had been years since he was penetrated and Naruto was far from small.

The hands on his hips made the decision for him. Strong hands slowly guided Itachi down onto the latex clad cock. Unused muscles burned and stretched as they attempted to accommodate the entrance of the large shaft.

Fighting the urge to struggle against the penetration, Itachi panted; his brow resting the on back of the high backed office chair. The gentle stroking of hands along his back relaxed him as his body adjusted.

“Good boy. Now, move.”

Shivering at the praise, Itachi longed to hear that sultry voice praising him again. Due to his position in the company, he very rarely was on the receiving end of any praise. He didn’t realize how much of a turn on receiving such praise from a sexual partner would be. Just the words ‘good boy’ sent heat shooting though his body. He couldn’t stop himself. It was too much stimulation from his brain.

Gasping out a moan, Itachi tossed his head back as cum shot from his tip, filling the end of the condom. He could feel the way his body clamped down rhythmically on the hard cock inside. Embarrassment caused color to spread darkly across his cheeks. Never had he been one to come early until today.

“We are really going to need to work on your stamina.” Naruto growled as he lifted Itachi onto the desk. “I’m going to punish you later.”

Pulling back his hips, the tan blond whipped forward in a powerful thrust. The move brought a garbled cry from Itachi as his over-sensitized prostate was stroked. It was too soon to get hard again, the feeling of each thrust from his partner bordered on pain. Arching his back in an attempted to change the angle and removed stimulation from that part of his body only seemed anger Naruto.

“Don’t move.” The words were hoarsely spoken as he withdrew and flipped Itachi onto his stomach, bending him over the desk. For a moment, he looked over the gorgeous man; bent for his pleasure alone. He would kill anyone who touched him.

Possessive to a fault, Naruto pushed roughly back inside bringing a cry to Itachi’s lips. Hot breath panted from his lips as he plowed inside the man it felt as if he was trying to be absorbed into him. Growling again, Naruto grabbed Itachi’s silky black hair, now loose from its tie. Forcing his lover to arch his neck, he claimed slack lips, forcing his tongue into the mouth in time with his pumping hips.

It wasn’t fucking enough. Frustration was beginning to annoy Naruto. Reaching around, he began stroking Itachi’s half erect length in time with the thrusts of his hips and tongue. The body beneath him clenched…hard. Yes. That was it. Increasing the pace, Naruto was slamming into Itachi with a force that shook the desk. He was so close.

“Say my name.” The snarling blond bit Itachi’s lip, arching his neck even more to gain better access. At this point, Itachi was shaking so hard he could barely do more than mumble a response; his body was in complete mental shutdown.

“Fucking say it!” Naruto was driving into Itachi so hard that each plunge brought a cry to the brunet’s lips.

“Oh, Christ…Naruto!” The scream was torn from his very soul as his body went into convulsions, shuddering from the intensity of it.

Naruto was too lost in his own orgasm to do more than moan at the sensations rocketing through him. Moaning, he slumped boneless against his lover, his face buried in the long sweat dampened hair.

Withdrawing slowly, Naruto noted the slightly reddened hole. A new sense of possessiveness roared through him. It was obvious Itachi didn’t bottom often and if Naruto had his way, he wouldn’t even look at another man, much less let them fuck him.

“Mine.” he hissed, fingers clenching possessively in black hair before pulling Itachi to the small private bathroom.

It contained a toilet, sink, and small shower. The stall was not big enough for two. Naruto was feeling too possessive to let Itachi go, so he opted to grab a washcloth. Careful of the tenderness, he washed away the excess lube; wishing he was watching his cum drip from the abused hole. The mental image of seeing his cum in that ass resulted in a new rush of desire.

“I’m not letting you go.”

Itachi, exhausted both physically and emotionally, stiffened at the possessive tone in the man’s voice. “I don’t belong to you.” He hated the way his voice didn’t have the necessary emphasis he would have liked.

“Yes, you do.” purred Naruto, leaving for a moment but returning immediately with the discarded clothes.

Once Itachi was dressed, Naruto nipped at his ear. “I’m going to pick you up at eight for dinner. And don’t worry about Sasuke; he knows exactly what we are doing. Why do you think he left?”

Naruto forced Itachi’s head back, his lips claiming what was his. He and Itachi would have a lot of things to work out but hopefully, mind blowing sex would buffer the rough part of making Itachi realize they belonged together. He’d known who he was the moment he’d seen him sitting silently in the club. The two of them belonged together and he would spend the rest of their lives proving it.

Itachi shook as he watched the man grin mischievously before grabbing his things along with the contract and leave the office. Slumping against the wall, he stared at his desk, wondering if he would ever be able to get work done there any more. His mind still swam with the memory of being fucking to high heaven.

The ice king smirked, if only Naruto knew what he was getting into. He’d been taken by surprise today but Naruto would soon find out that two could play at the game of dominance. Naruto was definitely in for a surprise now that Itachi’s more devious side had been revealed. The blond wasn’t the only one that could make his partner scream. There was also his brother to deal with. Yes, Sasuke needed to be punished as well for doing this to him.

Smirking evilly, Itachi picked up the phone and dialed. It took several moments but a delicate voice answered. “Hello, Mother.”

The end.