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At Night	By : Cepheus Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 924 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-At Night
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Cepheus: another pointless one�shot. I think I
start loving these� er. This is dedicated to two people, Agni and Tsubaki�hana, because� well, because.

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Rating: T

Summary: (ItaNaru YAOI) At
night. Anything can happen, and even the worst enemies can find a moment of
peace without the need to hate or fight.

Warnings: shounen
ai. Yaoi. BL. Whatever. Means boy x boy love. Don�t like don�t read don�t flame. The
only flame here is the youthful one Rock Lee possesses.

Disclaimer: if I were Masashi Kishimoto� hell
I am glad I am not. If I were, Naruto would not exist. It�s too troublesome to
create a story out of thin air�

�Talking�
�Thinking�

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At Night

One-Shot

~Shadows
rest on ground�s lay
Hiding
secrets in their shape
Light
may rule them light may tame them
In the
end it�s dark that wins~

It was quiet. A slow, cool breeze was blowing
above the trees, making the leaves rustle and tremble lightly; there was no
noise, everything so silent it was almost unreal.

The village was hidden by a soft blanket of
darkness, the people sleeping since it was almost midnight; some dark shadows
once in a while flashed in the middle of the empty streets, sign that the
village was well protected by its shinobi, but even they were silent and almost
undetectable as they patrolled.

Just above the rooftops, the Hokage Mountain
stood tall and proud, the faces of the ones that died to protect the village as
well enveloped in a thick silky darkness, majestic faces during the day now
looking almost� scary.

They were still protecting the place they died
for.

�

He loved the village.

It didn�t matter people would hate him� insult
him, hurt him, and abuse him.

This was where he was born, where he�d lived and
where the people he cared for lived. His only dream was to protect it, to show
that he cared. To show that no matter what, he belonged there.

He would never let that dream fade away, no
matter what would happen, no matter what others could think.

That�s why it hurt.

It hurt knowing he was secretly lying to them
all.

~Shameful
secrets lay awake
In the
night where shadows live
Hiding
sorrow hiding pain
Denial
in day, clear in night~

Strong arms encircled his frame, all thoughts
forgotten in the gesture.

Was it care?

Was it�

Bright blue eyes slowly closed, his body leaning
into the touch he desired so much, he lusted for, he longed for.

�Mine�� was the whisper that reached his ears.

Like always, deep silky voice claiming him.
Whenever the pale moon was shining, he would come. Years passed, seasons
changed, but the promise, the need, the presence, everything he needed. Remained.

�Yes,� he whispered back. Just like every other
time. And it was true.

Lips melting against his own, sweet smoothness
laced in heated kiss, nothing mattered, but the pleasure, the need, the lust
and the heat�

And the pain.

There would always be pain.

He was betraying what he held so dear, he was
lying and fooling around, against all he believed into, against all he grew up
to stand for.

Blissful pleasure.

Sinking sin.

~Sinful
thoughts begging breaths
Need
possession wishing bliss
Dark is
hiding light in vain
Cause
at night pleasure is pain~

Lust and pleasure growing
stronger. Fingers
tracing the pale skin over and over, caressing, stroking, touching, brushing.
Tongues darting and dancing together as lips met again and again, never
stopping, never pausing.

�More��

Pleading for the pleasure to continue,
surrendering to the touches, never resisting. He�d never been able to.

When had this started? When his walls started to
crumble and when had he surrendered to the feelings he�d tried to suppress for
so long?

Maybe because� those crimson eyes had been the
first to actually acknowledge him for what he was, and not for what was sealed
inside him. The enemy he was fighting during the day looked at him and
respected him for his own strength, not for Kyuubi�s�

~Shuddering
breathe lusting sigh
Being
owned to own back
Gasping
need of burning desire
Where
day reveals, night hides~

A plead.

Desire burning inside him
stronger faster the need.

Because where shadows hid the truth, he let his
dream shatter down in front of the only one that could tame his heart, his
spirit, his soul.

A name, barely whispered, lost in the night.

Night was a friend, hiding his sin, hiding his
lies�

Hiding his betrayal.

Because at night, he let his worst enemy hold
him in his arms, kissing, biting, licking� owning him completely.

�More� please��

When would during the day beg like this for such
a pleasure, for such a pain?

When would his mates, his friends, the people he cared for see what he really was and turn
their back on him because of his feeling?

He would try to forget, each rising sun, of the
passion of the night.

Because these feelings,
these emotions, were banned away by the sun.

The heat was so strong it burned him completely,
penetrating him like a flame, incinerating his soul from the inside. He could
feel the touches, he could feel the need, the seething desire, and he just let
himself go to a touch that called out for forgiveness and pain�

Because he was giving himself away to the only
one he tried to resist when light shone.

~Swollen
lips heated kiss
Is this
night�s bliss blossoming?
Like a
flower born in the moon glow
When
morning light shines, it disappears~

Pain seared through his body, but it was
welcomed as well, because he deserved every bit of pain for the pleasure that
followed.

Sighing he leaned more into the touch, brushing
his face against midnight black hair that were now untangled. He loved the feeling
of it against his cheeks.

�I want
you��

�And I
want you to have me��

Words. He knew the meaning of what he was doing� of
what he was allowing him to do to him. But he couldn�t care less.

It was not about the pleasure, though there was
pleasure above anything else.

It was because he felt warm and wanted.

It was because it was wrong.

And he loved it.

He gasped at the sheer jolt as the other moved
inside him. Hard. Fast.

~Mine
to own mine to take
Body
and soul I lay my claim
No
words can stop me no beg at all
Because
on night alone I devour your soul~

Fingers searching for an anchor, feeling the
silky texture of a black cloth under his naked back, blue ocean eyes snapped
open in the rush that ended it all, feeling it approach, welcoming the bliss with
a strangled cry that brought to the wind a single name� the name of someone
that in Konoha was forbidden to say.

�Itachi!�

And blue eyes met crimson swirling ones in the
peak of the pleasure, enveloped in a sinful embrace that went further from right
or wrong, further from existence.

And again, silence hugged both.

He closed his eyes, resting his head on the warm
naked chest of the older man resting on him, trying to recover his breath and
the strength he lost, tears once again making their way on his cheeks.

Guilty feelings because
whilst in the day e fought against the threat Itachi was, at night he belonged
to him.

The only moment where the line between hatred
and love melted away into nothingness, when being enemy or ally meant nothing,
when the claws of passion were the only thing that mattered.

Sanity.

Desire.

Lust.

Love�

~Pleading
voice reaching the sky
Searching
for release
Haunting
tone all in vain
Crying
loudly deep in pain~

Long smooth fingers brushed away the tears, a
pair of lips finding their way on his, not sweet, never sweet, but warm against
the cold wind.

A kiss that meant nothing
and everything.

Because opposite of him,
the other risked nothing.

No guilt. No pain, not at all.

Did it mean something for him? He would never
know.

Words meant nothing in the night, when he couldn�t
even see the face of the one he learned to yearn for in his dreams and in his
nightmares�

Cold hit his bare skin as the figure over him
moved away.

Far behind the mountains a stray light was having
its way over the dark blue sky, signalling the night was coming to an end.

Like every other dawn, he would escape.

Maybe there was some guilt for him too. Because
he ran away before the sun could touch his skin� before it could warm him up.

�I�ll be back�� he breathed against his ear,
making him shudder.

Like every other night.

�I�ll be back for you, Naruto��

~Shadows
vanish when light comes
Like
mist when rain falls down
Leaving
nothing but melancholy
And the
faint smell of a lost dream~

And blue eyes fixed on the approaching morning, waiting for another day filled with sparkled
illusions and concealed desires.

And even if he was betraying his village and his
dreams by allowing his body to be taken every night� he didn�t care.

Because his dreams were clear like the day.

But his desires belonged to the night.

And the sun chased away the remembrance of the
darkness.

Every morning. Every dawn.

In an endless circle.

Owari

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Cepheus: well, that was it. Was it too� explicit? I
don�t think, but please let me know kk? Review! :)
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