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“Hands! I need hands! Get ready, walking first course for 8 and 2!” Orochimaru called out from his battle station at the helm of the hot kitchen.

A chorus of voices rang out, “Walking first course!”

The tense eyes and stiff hands of the chef, meticulously crafting dishes, danced up and down their designated stations. Harmonious scents and carefully assembled plates rising out of the steel counters.

“Firing for 8 and 2!” Chef Konan exclaimed over the sound of sharp knives and searing steak.

“Chef Gaara, prep sashimi! We will be coming up on it soon!”

“Heard!” The redhead's baritone voice reverberated through the kitchen, bouncing off of the multitude of pans hanging from the ceiling.

Orochimaru hummed, pleased. “We are plating course two for 1, 3, and 6, two-top! Blanch that okra! Be prepared for 5 soon!”

“Yes, Chef!”

“Chef Yakushi! Keep an eye on that glaze!” The executive chef scolded the newest addition to the crew, eyeing down the thick bubbles.

Kabuto shivered under the intense stare. “Yes, Chef!”

Figures of white twirled around the kitchen, plates sliding between stations with the efficiency of a machine. Crazed voices called out each stage of the process, alerting Orochimaru to the progress of their evening.

“Table 4 arrived! Chef Konan, sakizuke!” He commanded, rearranging his tickets on the board in front of him.

Without looking up from her station, she yelled, “Heard! Chef Yakushi, sauce for 1, 3, and 6!” and handed over the plates in quick succession. Her lips were pressed into a thin line as she turned to focus on crafting the citrus scallop. The culmination of everything Orochimaru desired to showcase in his career.

“Sauce for 1, 3, and 6 done! Need hands!” Kabuto yelled and pushed his glasses up. He stepped to the side for Chef Kankuro to bring the plates to the pass-through. Ino Yamanaka, one of the longest-surviving servers, was quick to take the first two plates out with an ever cheerful smile on her face.

"Looks good, chefs!" She cheered, disappearing back into the banquet room with a flourish of her long ponytail.

Orochimaru sported a lecherous grin at her, “Thank you, Ino! Chef Gaara, fire mackerel for 7! Chef Kankuro, prepare side sauces for 7!”

“Yes, Chef!” The pair answered.

Temari came bursting through the doors, her face twisted in exasperation. "Chef! Table 12 requested steak at the last minute; could you please fire that? Well done? She sighed, hip jutted out in annoyance.

“Walking for 12, they requested steak inside of fish! Kill it!” Orochimaru dropped his head.

"Thanks, Chef," Temari murmured. She went back out to the front line, a picture-perfect smile of friendliness and care gracing her face.

“Heard! Killing steak for 12!” One of the line cooks shook their head in disgust.

The clatter of plates and thuds of knives chopping filled Orochimaru’s ears with the seamless music of his orchestra. He looked around, admiring the intensity present in his chefs and servers. He had spent years training a bulk of them to the finest degree that a chef could be. Their individual ability to execute any task perfectly stroked his ego with a perverse possession. Orochimaru knew this was his team; even the newest additions showed competence and willingness to learn. Right down to the bussers who lurked around the dining hall and kitchen with little to no presence and maximum efficiency. He sighed, feeling emotion well up in his chest.

Another ticket rolled in.

“Alright, we are officially entering evening service! First four-top on 10! Chef Konan!” As he stood at the front of the kitchen, his hair tied into a smooth bun, Orochimaru felt the energizing rush of dinner service begin to seep into his bones. He would admit that it provided him with a sick sense of satisfaction— that stress and pressure clamping down on his neck.

It all came crashing down with the sudden arrival of a certain butler pushing through the service doors.

“Mr. Uzumaki, what are you doing in my kitchen?” Orochimaru spat, glaring at the wide, blue eyes of the young butler.

“Hey, Mr. Chef Man, well, yah see, Ms. Tsunade has something she would like to speak with you about…” Naruto trailed off with a slight bow.

“Every single time,” Orochimaru felt his eye twitch.

For years now, they had been playing this game. The one where she would consistently find something to complain about during dinner service. Whether it was from how fresh the ingredients were to the preparation of said ingredients, nothing was ever good enough. To combat the ongoing insults, Orochimaru would always try to slyly blame the alcohol and cigarettes she guzzled and sucked down that altered her taste buds, but to no avail. It was starting to really weigh on the chef, especially within the last three nights she had been staying at the Hidden Leaf Ryokan. He wasn’t sure if he could withhold lashing out at her for the rest of her weeklong stay. It made him want to scream. Instead, he could only straighten his coat and wave over Gaara to assume conducting.

“I’ll be right back, Chef; fire the next course for 9, 13, and 2,” Orochimaru murmured before disappearing into the modernized banquet hall, ready to defend his honour.

Gaara gave a stern nod and cleared his throat, seamlessly taking over command as Head Chef.

It wasn’t often that Naruto found himself in the kitchen. He really only graced the platoon of chefs with his presence during times when he was pulled in for punishment. Whether it was that he was talking too casually with guests or if he wasn’t able to wrangle in Ms. Tsunade when she was feeling too loose with sake and ran wild. Just like tonight, her mind ready to knock down the haughty executive chef a peg or two once more.

“Guess I’ll be joining you tomorrow for silverware, huh?” Naruto chuckled, leaning into Gaara’s bubble of focused orchestration. The quick flash of stern green eyes had him backing away with an apologetic smile.

The kitchen doors swung open with the force of Orochimaru’s grumbling and long strides as he reentered the battlefield. Naruto noticed the way Shikamaru poked his head out from the dish pit, thin cigarette propped on his ear. He gave a little wag of his fingers and a slight wink at the dishwasher, enjoying the bored eye roll of the young man.

“Will I be seeing you at Tenten’s later, Shikamaru?” Naruto hollered.

Cutting over the hectic kitchen noise, Shikamaru drawled, “Agh, do I really have to go?”

“Yes, you’re supposed to bring the sake!” Naruto scolded. He had been looking forward to the little staff party all day.

Orochimaru clicked his tongue, flapping his hands at the butler. “Enough of that! You’re distracting him.”

Naruto snickered and bowed to Orochimaru, who had sent Gaara away.

“Everything cool?” Naruto asked, hand resting across his chest.

Orochimaru sneered, hissing, “Get out of my kitchen!”

With a mischievous smirk, Naruto pushed through the kitchen doors with a teasing, ‘Have fun!’ towards the chefs. He glided around the perimeter of the banquet hall, heading towards his station beside his fellow butler and longtime friend, Kiba.

The room was filled with the soft chatter and occasional pompous laughter of the ryokan’s summer guests. It added to the moody, seductive lighting gracing all of the single, rich folk wining and dining. The gentle plucking and whistle of the ryokan's in-house musicians provided a soothing ambience. All of the usual business owners and heirs were present—the Senju’s, Sarutobi’s, and Hyuuga’s, amongst the wealthiest of the guests dining with them tonight. Both Ino and Temari flitted around, pouring drinks and presenting dishes with ease in their respective sections.

Naruto dipped his head as he swept past the Hyuuga’s. The pale eyes of the business heirs watching him with varying degrees of interest. He looked over at the young woman, smiling softly at her burning face. He had heard from Shino about her gentle nature. She was attractive with a soft face, wide, shiny eyes, and what he suspected lay underneath was a freaky side that would dominate him if given the chance. Most of the guests were used to bossing people around; it was something that Naruto very much liked to take advantage of whenever he could.

A brief thought of proposing a switch with Shino crossed his mind; maybe he would bug the other butler later. Waiting on the Hyuuga's would probably bring some challenges, purely based on the growing glare on the man's face, but it excited him to no end.

Naruto tore his eyes away from the heiress and made his way toward Kiba. The sudden drunken shout of Ms. Tsunade caught his attention. He watched with morbid curiosity as she stumbled over to Master Jiraiya. A part of him withered away as she plopped herself down into the seat beside the old man.

Shaking his head lightly, he took his place next to Kiba, who welcomed him with a shit-eating grin.

“Hm, looks like everyone is settling in,” Kiba commented.

Naruto fought back a grimace as Ms. Tsunade leaned against Master Jiraiya. “Perhaps a bit too much," he remarked.

Kiba looked around, making sure no one would overhear them before he whispered, “Apparently Mr. Jiraiya and Ms. Tsunade go way back—like, back to when they were kids!”

“Wait, who told you that?” Naruto asked, mouth popping open. He cleared his throat and smoothed out his vest, tilting his head towards Kiba. He could only think about Kakashi reprimanding him for not maintaining the suave posture and intellect of a world-class butler.

Kiba snickered in response, winking as he whispered, “Old Lady Chiyo!”

Naruto groaned, shaking his head. He didn’t want to know what he had to do to get that information. He had a small inkling that they were more familiar with each other than they let on, but he never would have guessed they'd been going back and forth for that long.

“Also, I heard Sai is getting massive dough from the Senju’s,” Kiba waggled his brows.

“What don’t you hear?” Naruto laughed, looking back at Ms. Tsunade waving her glass around, her heavy chest on display.

A part of him was jealous, however. Whatever Sai received as compensation could probably pay off Naruto’s rent and bills for the coming year.

“I also heard that Ms. Tsunade and Master Jiraiya fuck crazy loud,” Kiba whispered, eyes trying to convey the scandal of it all.

The blonde furrowed his brows. “Ugh, alright, you perv, I think I’ve heard enough.”

“On the contrary, it’s all a part of a butler's duty to hear and know everything. It’s all a part of providing the best service,” Kiba gave a firm nod, his wolfish face the perfect picture of dignity.

Naruto stifled a laugh, instead letting out a strained exhale. Biting back a witty retort, he did a quick once-over of the bachelors and bachelorettes. He couldn’t risk coming under fire for not being attentive.

He absorbed the fine fabrics and flushed faces of the crowd; a small thrill of the evening infected him with the excitement for the staff party later on. He was busy conjuring up images of the awaiting shenanigans when calculating dark eyes caught his attention from across the room.

Naruto blinked, unsure whether or not to look away. The man had an angular face that was further defined by the low lighting. A guarded, curious quirk of his lips graced his elegant features, sucking Naruto into a trance. He was by far one of the most beautiful men he had ever seen. Despite being sat so far away, Naruto could feel just how alluring the man truly was up close.

He swallowed thickly. His hands twitching at his side. A little bolt of nerves ran up his spine at the intense stare he was subjected to. Naruto lowered his gaze, but he could still feel the relentless weight of those eyes on him. He looked up and immediately regretted it as he finally noticed the man's company. Sat beside the man was a younger guy who was strikingly similar in appearance. Though, his face held a youthful fullness and coldness to it. Their faces were oddly familiar—let alone devastatingly handsome—but Naruto knew for a fact he’d never seen them around the ryokan before. He’d remember them if that were the case.

“Hey, Kiba, who are those two?” Naruto murmured, flicking his gaze over at the picturesque men.

Kiba raised a brow as he surveyed the growing dinner crowd. A smirk blossomed across his face as he realized who Naruto was asking about.

“Oh, those two? Don’t you know? Those are the Uchiha brothers.”

“What! That’s Itachi and Sasuke Uchiha?” Naruto looked back at the brothers, amazed at being in such close proximity with two of the richest men in the Land of Fire.

'I wonder if he'll be my sugar daddy...'

“Mhm, mighty fine, if you ask me. Though, the younger one can be such an ass. They usually don’t check in until fall time,” Kiba explained.

Naruto nodded his head, ‘That’s why I’ve never seen them…What the hell!’

This was the third summer that Naruto had been working as a butler. Originally he called in a favour with Kiba, who phoned in a favour with his dad’s friend, Yamato, who fought hard to convince the ryokan’s manager to hire him. The day he first met Kakashi was the day he decided to stay as long as possible, utterly enamoured with the surety and confidence of the manager.

'I bet that guy fucks,' Naruto remarked, mind churning out all the different positions he'd want to be tossed and turned into by the hands of the Uchiha.

“Got you all hot and bothered, huh? Guess I’ll have to tell Shikamaru to step up his game,” Kiba mocked, interrupting Naruto’s stream of thoughts.

He narrowed his eyes and brushed off the cheeky glimmer lighting Kiba’s face. “Whatever, just the thought of the older one does more for me than whatever you and Shikamaru could do.”

“Aww, now that’s not fair! Shikamaru ain’t even here to hear that!”

Naruto folded his hands in front of him, glancing at the slight smirk on the other butler’s face. He’d have to wipe that dumb look off of his face later.

“Uzumaki! Come pour me another round!” Ms. Tsunade yelled, catching the attention of the surrounding tables.

“Duty calls,” Naruto murmured before slipping into his serviceable demeanour.

He gave Master Jiraiya a clean smile, bowing his head. “More sake, Ms. Tsunade?”

She jostled her head around and held out her glass.

Seemingly procuring a bottle from out of thin air, Naruto made quick work of topping up her glass, reminding her to be careful with her drinking as to not ruin her pretty dress.

“Ahh, you worry too much! Why don’t you take a load off? Come sit with us!” She laughed, leaning against Jiraiya’s arm.

The older man let out a loud laugh, his body bouncing in time with the deep warble of his voice. “Tsunade, I swear you get crazier every time!”

The twitch of Tsunade’s eyebrows alerted Naruto to the impending danger. Quickly excusing himself, he retreated back to where Kiba was standing.

“Be ready; things are gonna get a bit crazy now,” Naruto warned.

Right on cue, Tsunade pushed her way out of the chair, anger strengthening her movements. “Crazy? Crazy! What about that time when you tried to shove it up—

Kiba’s brows flew up. “Wait, up her–“

“Now is not the time. Kiba, let’s go!” Naruto cut him off, springing into action.

They crossed the room with the ease of two men trying to do damage control. That is, with the barely concealed jitter of trying to calmly wrestle Ms. Tsunade out of the banquet hall.

"Hey! Let go of me!"

“Ms. Tsunade, please come with us. We’ll run you a nice bath and bring you some fresh drink,” Kiba purred, guiding her out of the room into the foyer.

"No! I need to teach that guy—hiccup—a lesson!"

Naruto followed suit, his hand gently pulling her elbow along. “Yes, we’ll also bring you something to eat, maybe something to listen to, hm?”

But she was not having any of it.

“Enough! I’ll see myself out! Just call me a car and pack my bags!” She growled, taking off towards her guest room. The sound of her heels clacking faded away.

Naruto and Kiba looked at each other.

“Who do you think you’ll get assigned to next?” Kiba asked, a grin blooming across his face.

Naruto scoffed, laughing at the audacity of his friend.

“All I can hope is that someone tips well,” Naruto sighed. The sunken and dried-up soul of his wallet floated into mind, taunting him about the lost tips from Tsunade.

The butlers let out a shared huff of laughter before getting into motion.

While Kiba went to go assist in packing the business mogul’s bags, Naruto handled the pink-haired sergeant stationed at the front desk. She was already wearing her signature look of contempt.

“Did you hear all that, Sakura?” Naruto asked with a teasing smirk.

She slapped her hands over her face, groaning, “Why does she always do this?”

Naruto shrugged. “Beats me, but could you, uh?” He pointed towards the phone.

“Yes, I’ll call for a car right away. Do you remember which company?” Sakura sighed.

“Sakura, c’mon, you’re usually better than this!” Naruto chuckled.

She shook her head and pointed at the clock behind her. “I know, I know. Kakashi had me work a double today; my brain is fried! I swear if he doesn’t hire someone reliable, I’m quitting.”

“Well, once our shift's done, we can go get even more fried at Tenten’s. Also, it’s, uhh, it’s Blackbird Car Co.”

Sakura smiled in thanks and held up a finger, dialling the number for the car.

“Yes, this is Sakura from Hidden Leaf Ryokan calling for a vehicle for Ms. Tsunade…Yes, right away, please. Thank you.”

Naruto let out a small yawn and leaned against the counter. Rarely did he have a moment to relax when there were no guests around. Some would say he was the biggest slacker when it came to being a butler, but to that, Naruto would give his best bow in response.

He peeked over the counter, taking in the sticky notes and notepads scrawled across the desk. The biweekly schedule was a mess of red sharpie and arrows.

“Is that for next week?” Naruto asked.

Sakura raised an eyebrow, unsure of what he was talking about.

“The schedule, Sakura, is that next week's?”

“Oh! Yeah, it is. Which reminds me… She trailed off, frowning at the mess, “You know what? That’s a problem for tomorrow!”

Naruto chuckled, “I don’t get how or why you want to manage all of that.”

“It’s not so bad; it can be quite fun most days. Plus, the pay,” Sakura shared.

“Hmm, I mean, I guess you are kinda the ultimate boss - you got the attitude for it and everything,” Naruto ducked away from her offending hand, “But that’s okay; I like being told what to do.”

He gave her a sly wink, relishing in her barely contained outburst of expletives.

It wasn’t long after when the driver arrived. Sakura phoned Tsunade’s room, greeting the old man that wandered in to grab the bags. Kiba hustled out into the lobby.

“I would take her back to her residence in the city; she’s going to need it,” Naruto told the driver in passing.

In a moment, Tsunade barreled into the lobby, leaving in a flurry of drunken curses and threats. Much to Sakura’s annoyance.

Naruto and Kiba waved her off, their bodies relaxing as the wide double entrance doors swung closed behind the ex-politician.

“Geez, alright, that’s pretty much my shift,” Sakura yawned and dusted her vest off. Just as she was about to clean up the desk, the phone rang.

“Good evening. Thank you for phoning Hidden Leaf Ryokan. This is Sakura, Guest Operations Manager, speaking. How may I help you?” She answered, head bobbing with each syllable. The lack of sleep dragged her face down into a worn-out pout.

Naruto mimicked her mannerisms, narrowly dodging a pen tossed his way. Kiba gave him a light push, humour warming his tan cheeks.

“Oh, good evening, Kakashi…”

The two butlers stopped and looked at each other.

“Actually, Ms. Tsunade just left... Mhm, perfect timing…Certainly, I will let Naruto know. Alright, I will see you in the afternoon, Kakashi.”

Sakura smiled and set the phone down on the receiver. Little horns and a tail seemed to phase into existence as she changed the trajectory of Naruto’s plans. “Naruto, Kakashi said you have been directly requested to take over service for Itachi Uchiha immediately. He’s in room 17,” she said.

His eyes bulged out of his head.

“What!”

“Yep, maybe this time you’ll actually get fired,” Sakura cackled. “Well, Kiba, looks like our replacements are here. Wanna meet me at the west gate in 15?”

The brunette answered with an enthusiastic nod.

Naruto’s mouth dropped open. “W-wait! But what about tonight? I’ve been waiting all day! All week!”

The pair shrugged at his moaning. All Kiba could offer was a pat on his shoulder. “Better luck next time. Besides, you get to wait on that fine piece of ass. Count your wins, man.”

Naruto shook his head, watching them switch over with the overnight staff.

He stalked back off to the banquet hall. ‘C’mon, why me?’ Naruto grumbled to himself as he pushed through into the warm space. He immediately looked at the table where the Uchiha’s were sitting, only to find it empty, plates left behind to be picked up. He clicked his tongue and beelined to Temari.

“Hey, Temari, where did Itachi Uchiha go?” Naruto asked in a hushed tone.

The older woman scoffed, “Why would I know?”

He propped a hand on his hip. “Because you’re the manager for this area?”

Temari rolled her eyes. “He went back to his suite.”

“Thank you!” He chided, leaving with a mocking bow.

Naruto strolled through the building, sliding open and closing the numerous doors separating the recreational areas and employee facilities. He entered the staff room, ready to cut through to the courtyard, but stopped in his tracks at the sight of Sai. His shot nerves grated at the effortlessly cool butler lounging on the only couch, book abandoned on his chest, eyes closed in a gentle slumber.

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping at home?” Naruto grumbled.

Sai, wholly unbothered, opened his eyes and replied, “I am not sleeping. Besides, I’m waiting for Ino so we can walk over together.”

Naruto rolled his eyes. That was one of the perks of working for Kakashi—free housing. It was initially one of the first aspects of the job that drew Naruto in. That, the free breakfast and the handsome pay. Though living in a communal space with all of the other staff did lead to interesting dynamics. Naruto would argue that it lent itself to a more close-knit community, for sure, but the amount of times he’s been hungover so far this summer was bordering on becoming an issue.

“Why are you being so…hostile?” Sai breathed out, looking towards the blonde.

“I’m not being hostile! I’m just annoyed because you’re making bank with the Senju’s!” He spat.

The look on Sai’s face was almost enough to make Naruto feel a slight flicker of shame. Almost.

“Is that really it, Naruto?" Sai asked, laughter bubbling out of him. "Why didn't you just say you wanted Daddy to give you money?"

Naruto's mouth dropped open. He let out an indignant choke, hands itching to clobber the pale man.

"I called you that one time!" Naruto cried and left through the door out into the courtyard.

They were a close-knit community, after all.

He grumbled the entire way to the east wing of the building. He couldn't even enjoy the lush greenery and perfectly curated pond in the middle of the courtyard on his way through.

"Ugh, that Sai, that Sakura, that Kakashi!" Naruto mumbled, sliding the last door closed behind him. He let out a loud sigh and smoothed his suit back into place, pulling his soft gloves down on his hands. Now was not the time. 

Shuffling down the hall, Naruto tried to focus on the fine detail of the woodwork on the walls. That was one of the finer parts of the ryokan that Naruto could appreciate—the modernized motifs and layout while still paying homage and respect to the traditions. He found that it provided a more intimate feel—the smaller hallways in the suite area, the large windows and doors leading directly out into the courtyard. It helped soothe the nerves growing in Naruto's stomach as he approached room 17, one of the modern suites.

Three soft knocks filled the quiet hall, Naruto's nervousness bubbling up into his chest as he waited for any sign of life.

"Come in." A low voice crawled out from underneath the door.

Naruto took one last breath, his eyes slipping shut. 'He's just like any other guest...he's just significantly more handsome...'Naruto reassured himself. He entered the room.

The first thing that hit Naruto's senses was the warm scent of sandalwood and musk. It itched a certain part of Naruto's brain as he shut the door behind him, the latch of the knob ten times louder than it should've been. He bowed, hand crossed against his chest.

"Good evening, Mr. Uchiha. I am Naruto Uzumaki; I will be taking care of you during your stay here. Please, leave everything to me, sir."

His greeting hung in the air for a moment. The silence wracking the poor boys' nerves further. He straightened his back once more, finally allowing himself to lay eyes on the Uchiha heir. It was brutally unfair how the eldest Uchiha exuded a broody, seductive aura from his plush seat against the far wall. Naruto felt his mouth moisten under the approving stare of Itachi. He fought to keep his breathing even, the warm twinge of attraction flooding his core.

"Please, sir, would you desire a drink? A bath? It is a lovely temperature for a relaxing soak in the onsen," Naruto suggested, impressed at how even-keeled his own voice sounded.

Itachi leaned back in his chair and folded his leg over the other one in one smooth motion. He rested his chin on his hand, dark eyes drinking in the way Naruto’s arms bulged under his sleeves.

“You’re not really a butler, are you?” Itachi’s heavy voice floated through the air, dancing up the back of Naruto’s neck. He trailed his eyes up and down the lithe body fidgeting in front of him.

"I am here to wait on you and ensure your complete satisfaction, Mr. Uchiha. I believe that is what a butler is," Naruto stated, voice lowering in response.

Itachi stood and took a few steps forward, peering down at Naruto with calculating eyes.

"Then you should answer my question, hm? Mr. Uzumaki?" The older man questioned.

Naruto chuckled, a mischievous glint dancing across his gaze, “Usually our patrons ask me to draw a bath, prepare reservations, maybe iron their clothes, yanno?”

Itachi hummed with a soft smile. “Yanno?” he pushed.

“This is my third summer season working as a butler. So, take that as you will.”

“As I said, you’re not really a butler.”

The finality in Itachi's voice took away any fight Naruto had. He was right after all... in a way.

"Regardless, I guarantee you will enjoy your stay here with us, just as you do during your fall stay, Mr. Uchiha. Shall I pour you a drink?" Naruto tried to segue the conversation back into a professional tone.

Itachi had other plans.

“Hm, I understand why my brother desired you so much—you have quite the charm,” Itachi pressed closer to Naruto, gentle fingers angling his chin towards his own. His warm breath fanned across his face, the smell of wine faint.

Swallowing thickly, Naruto's gaze lowered to Itachi's lips. They were broad and full, darkened with the stain of red wine. He felt his breath hitch, the perverse desire to push the boundaries dancing through his mind. Sleeping with coworkers was one thing, but sleeping with a guest? It roused an unrelenting thirst to find out.

'Count your wins, man.'

Naruto cleared his throat, looking back up into the hungry eyes of the Uchiha.

"S-sir, Mr. Uchiha, is there anything I can do for you right now?" Naruto's voice was barely above a whisper.

A knowing smirk stretched across his smooth face. Itachi ran a finger down the lapel of Naruto's suit jacket, admiring the slight shiver that ran through the butler's muscles.

"When I saw you earlier, I knew I had to make sure you would be under my service, no matter what it took. I noticed the way you stared at me. Luckily, it wasn't very hard. Kakashi is always quite willing to give me what I want...but do you know what I want?" Itachi murmured into Naruto's ear, his body hot against the butler.

Naruto bit his lip. "What do you want?" he asked.

"I want you bouncing on my dick."

Naruto let out a shaky breath, tucking his face into the crook of Itachi's neck. "Is that all, Mr. Uchiha?"

He couldn't believe his ears.

Itachi hummed, his hand sliding behind Naruto's head. He pulled back, looking over the blonde's flushed face. "Is that a possibility?" He asked, eyes searching in the shiny pools of blue.

"Of course, sir, we strive hard here to please our patrons," Naruto half-fibbed, his voice low with a twinge of embarrassment at how his cock started to harden. What Kakashi didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

The air between them grew hotter, a mix of Naruto's shame and excitement crackling and lighting up a fire within him. He watched Itachi take a step back, his hand coming up to trail along the neckline of Naruto's button-up. His pulse quickened, pressing against the thick vein in his neck, exposing his willingness to succumb to Itachi's foreign touch. The Uchiha's fingers were gentle, curious, a faint whisper of the strength that was held in those very hands.

Naruto licked his lips, a thrill running through him at the laser focus of Itachi's eyes on him.

Running his hand down Naruto's arm, Itachi grabbed his clothed hand, interlacing their fingers together. He held their hands up, cradling the twitchy fingers in his large hand. Itachi smirked, circling a finger over Naruto's bared wrist, sliding under the lip of the glove, and pulled it off in a slow, tantalizing tease. The blonde was enraptured, eyes caught between the oddly sensual ungloving of his hand and the predatory narrowing of Itachi's eyes.

"May I?" Itachi asked, grasping Naruto's other hand in his.

The blonde nodded, unsure of how to speak as Itachi took off the other glove.

Each movement was slow, purposeful, and efficient in setting Naruto's nerve endings on fire, blasting them away with a shot of dynamite each time Itachi brushed over his bare skin. He had moved on to undoing the tie around Naruto's neck, letting it hang limply as he slowly undid the top five buttons of Naruto's dress shirt. He pushed it open, uncovering more of the tan skin underneath. After he had worked so hard on ironing it crisp this morning.

Itachi's lids grew heavy, fingers tracing the prominent jut of Naruto's collarbones. He leaned in, nose brushing against Naruto's as he whispered, "Can I kiss you, Mr. Uzumaki?"

Naruto gave a quick nod, eyes slipping closed as Itachi leaned in and brushed his soft lips against his. He inhaled sharply, hands coming up to rest on the side of Itachi's neck and jaw. He let out a soft moan, pressing into the Uchiha's space with a grunt. Naruto worked his lips against Itachi's, pulling him deeper into the kiss.

The fast rhythm and slick tongue entering his mouth flushed through his mind, hot and tingly. Naruto wove his fingers into Itachi's hair, pulling on the black tresses with a firm pressure.

"Ah, you like it that way, huh?" Itachi breathed in between kisses.

Regaining some control, Itachi unbuttoned Naruto's coat and pushed it off the blonde's shoulders, making quick work of his shirt next. The air was cool on Naruto's chest, his nipples budding under the watchful eye of Itachi. He smirked, hand running down his taut abdomen, fingers dipping just under his waistband.

"Should I remove these for you, Mr. Uchiha?" Naruto purred.

Itachi chuckled, shaking his head lightly at the warm tone of the butler. "Please do; I don't think I'll be able to stop if I do it myself."

Naruto's dick strained against the restrictive fabric of his black dress pants.

He pushed Itachi back lightly, forcing him to sit on the bed. The Uchiha complied with ease, fingers working at undressing himself.

Unclasping his belt, Naruto unzipped his pants, pulling them down just far enough to expose his navy briefs soaked with desire leaking from his dick. He smirked at Itachi's admiring stare.

"You're not done—strip," Itachi demanded, his shirt splayed open and pants tugged below his thighs. A languid hand came up to stroke himself, the blistering red head of his cock shining under the dim room lighting.

Naruto blushed and licked his lips. Pushing the rest of his clothes off, Naruto pushed them off to the side, standing on full display for Itachi to see. He shivered under the heavy glare of the Uchiha, his dick twitching with anticipation.

"Turn around for me," Itachi hummed.

He wordlessly complied, turning around for the man to take him in. Itachi let out a low sigh, hand pumping to a slow rhythm Naruto wasn't privy to yet.

"Fuck, come here."

Naruto kneeled on the edge of the bed, crawling towards Itachi with glossy eyes and dusty cheeks. "What do you want me to do, sir?"

Itachi smirked, "What you likely know best—suck my cock."

He didn't waste a second.

Naruto ran his eyes up and down Itachi's body, admiring the way Itachi's dick curled towards his stomach. The satiny sheen on his large hand made Naruto's stomach do a flip, mouth salivating at pleasing Itachi the way he knew how. He leaned down, hot breath warming Itachi's skin as Naruto pressed open-mouthed kisses along the meaty thighs, suckling on the plush skin where his thigh met the crevice along his dick. A subdued moan left Itachi, precum beading on the head of his cock.

Looking up at Itachi, Naruto winked before poking his tongue out. He gave a teasing lick to the tip, tongue pressing into the weepy slit. Thick thighs tensed under his hands.

"You're a tease, huh?" Itachi sighed, his hand idly running over his chest in anticipation.

Naruto laughed, giving in to the clear wish of his patron.

He sunk down onto his thick cock, tongue pressed flat against the underside of Itachi's dick. He hummed, lifting his head slightly, tongue circling around the tip with a smooth motion. He tasted slightly salty, musky, but the feeling of Itachi's unbearably soft skin slipping past his tongue and down his throat had Naruto's mind reeling.

Naruto pulled back, sticky saliva dripping from his lips. He grinned, enjoying the light blush on Itachi's face. Laying down on the bed, Naruto took Itachi in his mouth once more, cheeks hollowing out as he began to bob his head. His back muscles flexed with each upward pull, rippling and arching with each ministration of his tongue on the sensitive head of Itachi's cock.

"Ah, fuck," the older man moaned, his hips pushing forward.

He pushed Itachi's legs further apart, hands massaging the large thighs. Itachi sighed and gripped Naruto's golden hair, fingers tightening on the back of his head.

"Do you really think that's going to please me?"

Naruto groaned, closing his eyes. He shivered under the tense grip of Itachi, who began to control the speed of which Naruto bobbed his head. He struggled to inhale through his nostrils. The punishing force of Itachi slamming his mouth down onto his rock-hard dick stinging Naruto's eyes with unshed tears. He whimpered, his own cock rubbing pitifully against the velour throw blanket. Naruto dug his nails into Itachi's thighs, rutting against the bed in time with Itachi's unrelenting tempo.

He focused on opening his throat, tongue pressed wide. Naruto moaned, the heavy weight of Itachi driving him crazy. His lips stretched over the cock in his mouth, shiny with the spit that spilled past Naruto's lips and down Itachi's dick, coating the dark pubes with a milky mix of fluids. 

"Just like that—ah—fuck—ah," Itachi cursed, dark eyes blown wide and full of the sight of the blonde's flushed chest and blotchy cheeks. How he couldn't wait to ruin him.

Naruto tried his best to curl his tongue around Itachi, desperate to lap up every drop of creamy precum rubbing against the roof of his mouth. The breathy moans and low curses lighting Naruto's nerves on fire. He felt a pull in his lower stomach, coiling around his groin as Itachi's hips stuttered. Pressing his tongue into the vein pulsing on Itachi's cock, Naruto whined as he was pulled off, a rough grip on his hair forcing him to look up at Itachi.

Itachi licked his lips, his other hand coming up to brush his long hair off of his forehead. He smirked, letting go of his grip on the blonde and crooked a finger, signalling for the butler to come closer. 

He swallowed and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, lips drying in the warm air of the bedroom. Getting onto his knees, Naruto met Itachi in the middle of the bed, eyes dark and heavy with lust. His cock stood, leaking and hard, waiting to be relieved.

"Mm, you are quite charming, indeed," Itachi murmured, wiping away the lingering moisture on Naruto's cheekbones. He got onto his knees and pressed himself against Naruto, thighs flexing with the effort to stay upright.

Pressing his mouth against Naruto's, Itachi ran a hand down Naruto's back, landing on his plump ass with a squeeze. Naruto gasped, hands coming up to cradle Itachi's face with the desperation of a man seeking aid. Itachi took the opportunity and dipped his tongue past Naruto's lips, tangling and sliding against his hot tongue, relishing in the wetness of Naruto's messy kisses. 

Slick sounds of kissing filled the space, sending Naruto into overdrive as he pressed as much of his bare body against Itachi, mind barely registering the mess he was making of the Uchiha's clothes. Eh, he had plenty of money to replace anything Naruto ruined with his desire.

A firm hand snaked in between them with one mission in mind. Naruto let out a loud moan as Itachi grasped their dicks in his hand, using Naruto's mess to coat their cocks with a slippery slick. Itachi groaned, breathing heavily into Naruto's mouth as he began to pump his hand up and down, squeezing as he got to the top of their dicks. Naruto grunted, hands falling to claw the chest of the older man, pleasure firing through his brain, hurtling down towards his groin.

"Use your hand, too," Itachi directed, body quivering.

Naruto whimpered, blindly following Itachi's commands as he added his hand to the mix. Itachi's hand captured his in his large grip, guiding Naruto through fisting their cocks. He moaned, head leaning against Itachi's shoulder. He gasped and groaned into the dip of his shoulder, mouth sucking kisses into the angular clavicle.

"I'm—uh—I'm close—hnng," Naruto sighed, nails biting into Itachi's bicep.

The low rumbling of Itachi's chest left him breathing out a quiet laugh that was quickly cut off by a moan as Itachi sped up their hands.

"Mr. Uchiha, p-please," purred Naruto.

"What was that?"

"Mr. U-Uchiha, please!" Naruto hissed, hips bucking up into their fists as he teetered towards the edge.

Itachi groaned, the deep vibrations coursing through Naruto's veins. He tightened his grip, nailing the sweet balance of pleasure and pain. The sound of their dicks squelching against one another, rolling down Naruto's back in waves of embarrassment and eroticism. He whimpered, 'Uchiha,' spilling from his lips as his balls tightened, his dick swelling before spurting a hot load of cum into their hands.

Naruto groaned, hips bucking with the insistent rhythm of Itachi, who slowly came undone at the sight of Naruto's thick cum leaking over their hands and dripping to the bed. The overwhelming sensation of Itachi's tough hand dragging out his orgasm.

With one last tug, Itachi gasped, slowing the speed of his hand as he watched his dick dribble out creamy cum, adding to the mess below them. He sighed, sitting back on his thighs. Naruto shuddered, moving to lie down beside Itachi as they breathed.

"Wow, Mr. Uchiha, I wasn't expecting that from you," Naruto commented once he caught his breath, warm tingles spreading throughout his legs.

The bed jiggled with the carefree laugh of Itachi. "You either," he said.

They lay there for a few moments, Itachi sliding his arm under Naruto's head. The blonde looked around the room, taking note of how the decor looked from this angle.

"Yanno, I never thought I'd experience the room like this."

Itachi pulled his brow up, "Oh?"

"Yeah, like, usually when I'm in these suites, I'm only focused on my given tasks."

Loud laughter shook the bed again. Itachi looked over at Naruto, an almost crazed gleam present in Itachi's wide eyes.

He tugged Naruto's chin up, smirking at the doe eyes peering up at him, "What about it, hm? Are you able to focus on the original task for me? Hmm? Itachi asked.

Naruto blushed, cheeks smushed from how hard Itachi gripped his face. He tried to bite at the lithe fingers, earning himself a small chuckle.

"Of course, a butler always does what his master asks," Naruto danced his fingers up Itachi's chest.

"Perfect."

Itachi captured Naruto's hand in his, pulling him closer to his body. He pressed a couple of hard kisses to Naruto's irritated lips, mouthing his way down into his neck. The warm, deep scent that clung to Naruto's neck left his head whirling with the intoxicating pheromones. Itachi dragged his lips across the dip of Naruto's collarbone, latching on to the delicate skin just above the bone. A small mewl slipped out of Naruto's mouth and slithered straight to Itachi's dick.

"Hmm, you drive me crazy," Itachi murmured, pulling back from the man beside him to get rid of the rest of his clothes.

He ran a hand through his hair, bringing his shoulder-length hair to the side. Naruto appreciated the view of his pulse beating against his pale skin. Itachi pushed Naruto against the pillows and caged him underneath him, strong arms anchoring them to the spot. He took in the soft smile on the butler's face. A pang of desire to see that smile fucked out of him riled up the merciless side of him. He wanted to watch his world crash and burn, to be left wanting more and more.

Itachi dragged his thumb across Naruto's full bottom lip, pulling on it, pink gums exposed. His soft tongue coaxed his thumb into his mouth, the blonde sucking lightly. Itachi smirked.

'What a good boy,' he thought. Wondering where this man had been all his life, floating through the minefield of debauchery going off in his mind. 

He popped his thumb out of Naruto's mouth, giving him his middle finger to suck on instead. The way he eagerly took in just his fingers left him weak; he would be perfect for him. Itachi caressed Naruto's cheek. 

"I'm going to make sure you're ready, hm?"

Naruto nodded, legs parting instantly.

Itachi looked down at the open and ready body of the man under him. He fought back the urge to bypass stretching open his hole, having to remind himself that he wasn't one of his proper playthings. Yet, that is.

Reaching between them, Itachi bumped his hand against Naruto's limp cock, clicking his tongue. "Now, that just won't do."

He dipped his hand below the full, dark balls, finger ghosting the entrance of Naruto's ass. He bit his lip, teasing the hole with a light touch. The flutter against his finger had his chest squeezing.

"Are you ready to please your master?" Itachi asked, a teasing smirk on his face at the blush settling in on Naruto's nose. A meek nod gave him the answer he wanted—no—needed.

Rubbing the pad of his finger against the bundle of muscles, Itachi pressed his finger inside, gentle, slow, just testing the waters. He didn't want to traumatize the poor boy, after all. Minute movements of his finger prodded the muscle open, allowing the young man to get used to the feeling. Itachi could sense that it's been a while since he's been fingered. Purely based on how Naruto clutched at Itachi's arm.

He leaned down and gave Naruto a kiss, perhaps a little sloppier than he normally would've preferred. But the heat and wetness and messiness of sucking on Naruto's tongue soothed the delicious wanton need pushing against his ribcage, begging to be let out. 

Itachi brought his hand up to his mouth, quickly spitting onto his fingers. A fat glob rolled off his hand and landed on Naruto's abs with a thick splat. A devilish grin blossomed on his face as Naruto's breath hitched. He circled his entrance again, bringing a second finger into play. His fingers slid in with slight resistance, the spit gushing out around his fingers as he pressed into Naruto.

Naruto let out a tiny grunt, the slight burn of Itachi's fingers the only thing he could focus on. He regretted not letting himself lean into greater pleasure on the regular, cursing his monkey brain for taking the faster, more immediate way out of tugging on his dick until he came all over his briefs. He pulled Itachi's head down, throwing himself into kissing the heated neck.

"Mmm, ready for one more?" Itachi asked.

"Y-yes, please."

"You're such a good butler for me, hm?"

Itachi took out his fingers and wiped them off on the bed. He spat some more on his fingers, working Naruto open with three fingers now. The twitching around his hand stroked a seedy part inside of himself that demanded power, control. He thrust his fingers in as far as they would go, the sharp moan of Naruto spurring him on. Dragging his fingers against the walls of his ass, Itachi continued his exploration, feeling around for his prostate.

A high-pitched groan delighted Itachi's ears, aiding him in zeroing in on the bundle of nerves.

Naruto looked into Itachi's eyes with furrowed brows, his mouth dropping open as he let himself fall into the pleasure coiling and building up in his core again. His sad, pitiful dick hardening with each jab at his prostate.

"Hng—I—" Naruto moaned, pushing back against Itachi's hand.

The older man chuckled, understanding what he wanted.

"Just a moment, darling," he mumbled. Itachi slipped off the bed and dug through his luggage, procuring a condom in a matter of seconds.

Naruto would have to think about that later. All he could focus on was being split open, being stretched so full in a way he never got with Kiba, and likely what he wouldn't feel with Shikamaru.

Itachi ripped open the condom and slid it on, crawling back over to where Naruto lay. His legs splayed open for Itachi's viewing pleasure. He briefly admired his work. The bedding underneath them was darkened with the dampness of their fluids, Naruto's cock ready to add more to the mess. Itachi hummed, trying to embed every detail into his brain.

He shuffled forward. Running his hands down Naruto's shins, he pulled them over his shoulders, smoothing his hands down Naruto's thighs and anchoring them on his hips. He winked at the blonde under him and tugged him closer. Naruto's little squeak filling Itachi with treacherous thoughts. None of his other playthings brought him this much excitement; he wondered what he would have to do to keep the blonde around—or at least in his service—each time he came around.

Itachi lined himself up with Naruto's hole. His cock twitching at the thought of being sheathed in the warm, wet cavern. He licked his lips, his hand coming up to brush his slightly damp hair back over his head. A few loose tendrils fell back over his face, sharp eyes cutting through. Pressing himself against Naruto, Itachi sighed and pushed the tip of his cock in, the ring of muscles clamping down on him as he intruded.

Naruto shimmied his hips down further, using his foot to push his hips up higher. Itachi sunk into him, inch by inch. Naruto was unable to do anything more as the Uchiha slid inside. His chest heaved as Itachi bottomed out, a look of bliss softening his features. He was almost pretty, angelic, miles away from the hard stares of earlier.

"Fuck sakes," Itachi groaned.

He began to move his hips, relishing in the drag and weight of Naruto around him. He looked down, amazed with how greedily Naruto's hole tried to suck him in, desperate to be fucked.

Itachi grunted. His hands gripping Naruto's hips harder as he put more force into his thrusts, his dick seeking out the pleasurable stroke of making Naruto clench around him. He hoisted the blonde up, his dick bouncing as Itachi aligned himself with where Naruto's prostate was. He bit his lip, his abs flexing as he pushed in.

"Ah, shit!"

Bingo.

Itachi exhaled, lips parting as he focused in on keeping up the pace and position. The grip on his dick was addicting. He pushed more, moving his hips faster as his cock grew harder, swelling with each push inside of the butler. Naruto moaned freely, cheeks red and hair sticking to his forehead. His blue eyes tried to seek out what he must've looked like right now—a needy slut being spread open so nicely. Itachi groaned at the sight of Naruto throwing his head back, nipples hard and arms flexed with the pressure of keeping it together.

"Here, get on top."

Itachi pulled out, disappointed with himself but desperately wanting to fulfill his original desire. He knew the instant he saw Naruto standing across the room, sharing what he thought were subtle jokes with whoever the other butler was, he knew he had to watch him come undone on top of him.

He held his dick in his hand and fell over onto his back, guiding Naruto's shaky legs over him.

The blonde placed his hot fists against Itachi's chest, using them as leverage to raise his hips for Itachi to align himself. He felt the prodding head of his cock brush against him and tried to sink down. But it slid against the crevice of his ass, a groan of frustration leaving him as he impatiently tried again. Naruto reached behind himself and held Itachi's cock in place, lowering himself down until he was fully seated.

From this angle, Naruto could feel everything. The fullness that enveloped his groin, that pushed him closer to the edge. He felt he could cum just like this, untouched, only full of Itachi's dick. He moaned, head falling back as he rolled his hips.

Itachi rested his hands on the tan, hairy thighs of Naruto, kneading the flesh as the man began to fuck himself on his cock. Moaning, Itachi met Naruto's drops with his own little thrusts, pleasure rolling through the pit of his stomach into his cock. The intensity of the feeling built with each clap of Naruto's asscheeks against his thighs. The little moans and mewls of pleasure that Naruto released added another layer of deliberate shamelessness.

They moved as one; the sound of skin slapping and laboured breathing filled the room with their acute passion, tumbling over itself with each movement. Every little sound and feeling maximized with each passing moment.

Naruto rolled his hips, lifting himself back up before slamming down. His body leaning back against Itachi's thighs to get that perfect angle that shot him with burning hot pleasure each time he fucked himself on Itachi's hard cock.

The Uchiha felt his balls draw up to his body, his cock stiffening with Naruto's increasingly louder moans. He let out a stuttery breath and brought his hand up to Naruto's red dick, capturing the flopping erection. Itachi moaned, his hand clumsy as he matched the brutal pace Naruto bounced himself to.

"Mr. Uchiha!" Naruto cried out. His cock shot out a cheap spurt of cum, defiling the chiselled body of the Uchiha. He let out a long moan, still moving his hips as he worked himself through the waves of ecstasy coursing through his veins, exiting his body through thick beads of cum rolling down his cock and balls.

Itachi cursed and dug his fingers into Naruto's ass, his own release being ripped out of him from how hard Naruto clenched around him. He gasped and shuddered, the hot cum on his stomach doing something to his brain.

He held Naruto on him as he shivered out the last few dregs of his orgasm, mind blank with how good Naruto fucked himself.

They let out a shared exhale. Naruto lifted himself off of Itachi and flopped down on the bed, trying to ignore the cooling mess on himself and the bed.

"Fuck, sir," Naruto groaned, looking over at the man.

A cocky grin presented itself on Itachi's face. "Maybe next time, hm?"

Naruto blushed. He looked down at himself. His dick limp and spent, cum and spit covering him in a sticky film.

"Sir? Would you like to take a shower? Then I will clean up the mess and bring you something hot to drink."

Itachi brushed the hair out of his eyes and nodded.

"After I am done, please use the shower. It's late enough as is. Besides, I doubt you want to be seen looking like that," Itachi murmured. That same intense gleam entering his eyes once more.

Naruto blinked, unsure of how to respond. Now that they were done fucking, he was unsure of what the next ten minutes would bring. Let alone tomorrow.

"Th-thank you, Mr. Uchiha."

Itachi gave him a polite smile and shuffled off the bed, stalking into the bathroom. A few minutes later the shower head turned on.

Lying in that bed, surrounded by the luxurious art and furniture of the high-priority guest suite, Naruto struggled to stamp down the creeping uncertainty of losing all professional boundaries with Itachi Uchiha, no less. Maybe it would've been different if he slept with a lower-level patron, but an Uchiha? Naruto pulled the blanket over himself, shrugging his shoulders. Whoever said he couldn't still remain professional? After all, he was only doing what his master requested. A cocky smirk cooled the fear and reassured him that everything was alright.

The loud unlatching sound of the suite door being opened shot through the spent body of Naruto like a black bolt of lightning. Now, he was surely going to lose the job Kiba fought so hard to get him.

He sat up, the soft blanket pooling around his hips, covering most of his lower region.

“I see my brother got to you,” The cool baritone voice of the younger Uchiha sliced into the tense air. He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with a quiet thud.

Naruto gulped, looking towards the bathroom. Only the sound of the water running could be heard. He turned his attention towards the Uchiha as he entered deeper into the room. He pulled the blanket over his torso, a bright blush radiating across his nerves.

“Tsk, don’t flatter yourself. I’m only here to take back what is mine.” Sasuke rolled his eyes and crossed the room. He picked up the black briefcase on one of the side tables and looked back at Naruto. His eyes were somehow even more intense than Itachi's; there was a different kind of fire ablaze, smouldering within. A fire that Naruto wasn’t too sure he wanted to get near to—but the twisted, sick part of him wanted to know just how badly he would get burned if he wandered too close.

Naruto blinked, waiting for something to happen, waiting for him to leave so he could get dressed. All he got, however, was a slight quirk of Sasuke’s lips before he left the room without so much as another glance.

He looked out the window, the sound of the shower cutting off drawing him back to the mindfuck of having slept with one of his patrons.

‘He better leave a damn amazing review.’