(Fic:) Naruto: Love Now, Hurt Later 7/? (ItaKaka)
Title: Love Now, Hurt Later 7/?
Author: iff_u_loved_me
Genre: Naruto
Pairing: ItaKaka, SasuNaru
Rating: M
Warning(s): none
Disclaimer: Belongs to Masashi Kishimoto
Summary: AU. Itachi and Sasuke have returned at last to their old neighorhood. They're trying to start over. But old memories resurface and confrontations are unavoidable. The Uchiha brothers were looking for quiet, but they might've found love instead. The question is: will they recognize it?
Word Count: 1097
A/N: This took a while to crank out but I'm rather pleased with the result. ^__^ Oh, and would you guys prefer shorter chapters (500+ words) that come out faster or do you like reading 900+ words in one chapter?
Previous Chapters: one two three four five six
I sit at my desk, pretending I don’t care in the slightest if Itachi and Kakashi are having sex right now. But the thought of Itachi naked, pale skin shimmering, makes me extremely hard.
Damn. I need a distraction.
I go online because I did my homework during lunch. Yeah, I skip lunch but It’s not that I’m anorexic. I’m just never hungry. It’s like I can only eat food Itachi’s prepared for me. You don’t have to tell me that’s screwed up- I know it is.
Then an IM box pops up, asking if I want to talk to this Kitsune123. Whatever, I’m bored. And horny.
Kitsune123: Sasuke? It’s Naruto.
I stare at the screen, nonplussed. Then I reply.
UchihaS: I know. Why are you talking to me?
Kitsune123: I dunno. I was bored. Hey, can I have your cell phone number?
UchihaS: No.
Kitsune123: Why not? I probably won’t call you.
UchihaS: Case in point. You won’t use it, so why have it?
I’m smiling before I can stop myself. Naruto does that to me. But he’s not here so he can’t see it. And Itachi’s upstairs otherwise involved with Kakashi…
I clench my fists so my nails make half-moons in my palms.
UchihaS: Fine. It’s 917-339-1008
Ktisune123: Okay.
My phone rings and I answer it.
“Sasuke!”
He has a nice voice on the phone. Some people sound really weird, and I’ve been told I sound like Itachi (I wish).
“Hey.”
“So, what’s up?”
“Nothing. I’m bored.”
“Oh, yeah. Well, how do you like school so far?”
“It’s school.” I log off AIM.
“Why’d you sign off?”
“I’m talking to you.”
“Yeah, I guess. Um, what classes are you taking?”
“Advanced bio, Spanish, English, history…”
“Wait, those are my classes.”
“I know.”
“Huh?”
“The teacher called your name and you didn’t answer.”
“Thought you didn’t remember me, Uchiha.”
“I was kidding. I couldn’t forget you. So. Why weren’t you in class?”
“Huh?”
“Why weren’t you there…?”
“Oh... Um, don’t get mad. But I was trying to find you out what classes had.”
It makes me smile to think of Naruto running around trying to track me down. “You really haven’t changed.” Thank god, I think but don’t say out loud.
Naruto isn’t sure what to make of this comment. So there’s a lengthy pause before he says quietly, “Neither have you.”
Oh, Naruto…He’s so wrong I can’t help but find it funny. Sort of. “Yeah, right.” Because I have changed. I’m not the Sasuke Naruto remembers, not the same shy, energetic dark haired youth.
“I’m serious. You’re the same Sasuke I was best friends with years ago.”
“Naruto…We can’t-” I almost hang up on him. Naruto can’t be suggesting that we just pick up where we left off. It’s not plausible. He has to know that. But it’s Naruto, so maybe he really does believe this, in me.
“I know,” Naruto quickly adds, “that we can’t get back those years. I was angry at you for leaving me. I don’t really know why you left, but Sasuke, we don’t have to talk about it. Let’s…just…Sit with me tomorrow. Okay, Sasuke?”
And at this point, it should be so easy to say no. That’s what I should do. But I can’t because it’s not easy. I haven’t felt this relaxed in a long time. Because he’s so bent on making me see things his way, maybe I can just accept it. Not fight it. I’m so tired of fighting. Silent fights with Itachi, with myself, with Naruto…I can’t do it anymore. And I lift my eyes to the ceiling, where Itachi is undoubtedly fucking Kakashi. He’s having fun, in his own Itachi-way. He’s leaving me behind, is what he’s doing. And I don’t want to be alone anymore…
“Okay.”
*
Itachi’s eyes blink open. It’s morning and soft sunlight streams through the glass window. Itachi is instantly aware of the warm body next to him, the heavy arm offering security. He glances at his wrist watch. It’s 7:30 am.
“You’ve got to go, Kashi.”
The arm around Itachi’s waist tightens. “I thought we were done playing games.”
“I’m serious. I have to make Sasuke breakfast.”
“Ashamed of me?”
“Yes.” But he says it nicely. Itachi starts to sit up. The arms let go. “But I don’t want to shock Sasuke just yet.”
“Alright, fine.” The arm withdraws.
Itachi turns and stares down at Kakashi’s unmasked face. Strong jaw, nose that’s been broken once, sleepy, mismatched eyes…
He sits up straight and slides off the bed. He walks to the door, peeling off his boxers. Kakashi swallows. Itachi has not a single ounce of fat on him. He is all muscle and bone and pale skin. He is beautiful. And he belongs to no one. Yet. His stare is lustful.
Not that I’m objecting, but what are you doing?
Shower.
Oh. Can I come?
I don’t know. Itachi’s eyes are filled with a playfulness. Can you?
Heh. So, was that an invitation?
Kakashi swings his legs over the side of the bed and follows Itachi into the bathroom. The pros of sleeping sans clothing.
Itachi’s already turned on the water.
Kakashi turns Itachi’s head and they share a soft kiss. Then Kakashi grips Itachi’s slender shoulders, maybe leaving bruises. MINE.
Itachi puts his hands on Kakashi’s chest and pushed slightly, breathing hard. “Can’t take a shower with you.”
Why not?
Itachi moved one of his hands down and around Kakashi’s body and he squeezed one of Kakashi’s cheeks. He slips in a single finger up to the second knuckle.
Kakashi growls deep in his throat.
Tease.
Itachi kisses Kakashi hard on mouth, jabbing with his tongue.
You can’t live without me.
Silence on Kakashi’s end. His eyes are closed.
Kashi? Itachi traces the interior of Kakashi’s mouth with his tongue. He massages Kakashi’s back, feeling the tense muscles.
“Yeah.” Kakashi opens his eyes.
Go lie down, Itachi commands.
“Mmkay.”
Itachi watches Kakashi leave, wondering what had just happened. He quickly takes a shower, shampooing and conditioning, dragging a comb through the wet tangles.
He reenters his room, a towel tied around his waist. Kakashi is lying in his bed, half of his body covered by the white sheet, making him look like a Greek god.
Are you okay?
I’m fine. I just need to do a few things. But I’ll pick you up.
If you’re sure.
See you later, Tachi.
As soon as Itachi left, Kakashi sighs deeply.
“You know I love you, Itachi Uchiha.”
Pausing on the other side of the door, Itachi thinks, I know.
TBC
Author: iff_u_loved_me
Genre: Naruto
Pairing: ItaKaka, SasuNaru
Rating: M
Warning(s): none
Disclaimer: Belongs to Masashi Kishimoto
Summary: AU. Itachi and Sasuke have returned at last to their old neighorhood. They're trying to start over. But old memories resurface and confrontations are unavoidable. The Uchiha brothers were looking for quiet, but they might've found love instead. The question is: will they recognize it?
Word Count: 1097
A/N: This took a while to crank out but I'm rather pleased with the result. ^__^ Oh, and would you guys prefer shorter chapters (500+ words) that come out faster or do you like reading 900+ words in one chapter?
Previous Chapters: one two three four five six
I sit at my desk, pretending I don’t care in the slightest if Itachi and Kakashi are having sex right now. But the thought of Itachi naked, pale skin shimmering, makes me extremely hard.
Damn. I need a distraction.
I go online because I did my homework during lunch. Yeah, I skip lunch but It’s not that I’m anorexic. I’m just never hungry. It’s like I can only eat food Itachi’s prepared for me. You don’t have to tell me that’s screwed up- I know it is.
Then an IM box pops up, asking if I want to talk to this Kitsune123. Whatever, I’m bored. And horny.
Kitsune123: Sasuke? It’s Naruto.
I stare at the screen, nonplussed. Then I reply.
UchihaS: I know. Why are you talking to me?
Kitsune123: I dunno. I was bored. Hey, can I have your cell phone number?
UchihaS: No.
Kitsune123: Why not? I probably won’t call you.
UchihaS: Case in point. You won’t use it, so why have it?
I’m smiling before I can stop myself. Naruto does that to me. But he’s not here so he can’t see it. And Itachi’s upstairs otherwise involved with Kakashi…
I clench my fists so my nails make half-moons in my palms.
UchihaS: Fine. It’s 917-339-1008
Ktisune123: Okay.
My phone rings and I answer it.
“Sasuke!”
He has a nice voice on the phone. Some people sound really weird, and I’ve been told I sound like Itachi (I wish).
“Hey.”
“So, what’s up?”
“Nothing. I’m bored.”
“Oh, yeah. Well, how do you like school so far?”
“It’s school.” I log off AIM.
“Why’d you sign off?”
“I’m talking to you.”
“Yeah, I guess. Um, what classes are you taking?”
“Advanced bio, Spanish, English, history…”
“Wait, those are my classes.”
“I know.”
“Huh?”
“The teacher called your name and you didn’t answer.”
“Thought you didn’t remember me, Uchiha.”
“I was kidding. I couldn’t forget you. So. Why weren’t you in class?”
“Huh?”
“Why weren’t you there…?”
“Oh... Um, don’t get mad. But I was trying to find you out what classes had.”
It makes me smile to think of Naruto running around trying to track me down. “You really haven’t changed.” Thank god, I think but don’t say out loud.
Naruto isn’t sure what to make of this comment. So there’s a lengthy pause before he says quietly, “Neither have you.”
Oh, Naruto…He’s so wrong I can’t help but find it funny. Sort of. “Yeah, right.” Because I have changed. I’m not the Sasuke Naruto remembers, not the same shy, energetic dark haired youth.
“I’m serious. You’re the same Sasuke I was best friends with years ago.”
“Naruto…We can’t-” I almost hang up on him. Naruto can’t be suggesting that we just pick up where we left off. It’s not plausible. He has to know that. But it’s Naruto, so maybe he really does believe this, in me.
“I know,” Naruto quickly adds, “that we can’t get back those years. I was angry at you for leaving me. I don’t really know why you left, but Sasuke, we don’t have to talk about it. Let’s…just…Sit with me tomorrow. Okay, Sasuke?”
And at this point, it should be so easy to say no. That’s what I should do. But I can’t because it’s not easy. I haven’t felt this relaxed in a long time. Because he’s so bent on making me see things his way, maybe I can just accept it. Not fight it. I’m so tired of fighting. Silent fights with Itachi, with myself, with Naruto…I can’t do it anymore. And I lift my eyes to the ceiling, where Itachi is undoubtedly fucking Kakashi. He’s having fun, in his own Itachi-way. He’s leaving me behind, is what he’s doing. And I don’t want to be alone anymore…
“Okay.”
*
Itachi’s eyes blink open. It’s morning and soft sunlight streams through the glass window. Itachi is instantly aware of the warm body next to him, the heavy arm offering security. He glances at his wrist watch. It’s 7:30 am.
“You’ve got to go, Kashi.”
The arm around Itachi’s waist tightens. “I thought we were done playing games.”
“I’m serious. I have to make Sasuke breakfast.”
“Ashamed of me?”
“Yes.” But he says it nicely. Itachi starts to sit up. The arms let go. “But I don’t want to shock Sasuke just yet.”
“Alright, fine.” The arm withdraws.
Itachi turns and stares down at Kakashi’s unmasked face. Strong jaw, nose that’s been broken once, sleepy, mismatched eyes…
He sits up straight and slides off the bed. He walks to the door, peeling off his boxers. Kakashi swallows. Itachi has not a single ounce of fat on him. He is all muscle and bone and pale skin. He is beautiful. And he belongs to no one. Yet. His stare is lustful.
Not that I’m objecting, but what are you doing?
Shower.
Oh. Can I come?
I don’t know. Itachi’s eyes are filled with a playfulness. Can you?
Heh. So, was that an invitation?
Kakashi swings his legs over the side of the bed and follows Itachi into the bathroom. The pros of sleeping sans clothing.
Itachi’s already turned on the water.
Kakashi turns Itachi’s head and they share a soft kiss. Then Kakashi grips Itachi’s slender shoulders, maybe leaving bruises. MINE.
Itachi puts his hands on Kakashi’s chest and pushed slightly, breathing hard. “Can’t take a shower with you.”
Why not?
Itachi moved one of his hands down and around Kakashi’s body and he squeezed one of Kakashi’s cheeks. He slips in a single finger up to the second knuckle.
Kakashi growls deep in his throat.
Tease.
Itachi kisses Kakashi hard on mouth, jabbing with his tongue.
You can’t live without me.
Silence on Kakashi’s end. His eyes are closed.
Kashi? Itachi traces the interior of Kakashi’s mouth with his tongue. He massages Kakashi’s back, feeling the tense muscles.
“Yeah.” Kakashi opens his eyes.
Go lie down, Itachi commands.
“Mmkay.”
Itachi watches Kakashi leave, wondering what had just happened. He quickly takes a shower, shampooing and conditioning, dragging a comb through the wet tangles.
He reenters his room, a towel tied around his waist. Kakashi is lying in his bed, half of his body covered by the white sheet, making him look like a Greek god.
Are you okay?
I’m fine. I just need to do a few things. But I’ll pick you up.
If you’re sure.
See you later, Tachi.
As soon as Itachi left, Kakashi sighs deeply.
“You know I love you, Itachi Uchiha.”
Pausing on the other side of the door, Itachi thinks, I know.
TBC