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Chapter List
- 1-Barfly
- 2-Part II
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Disclaimer: Not quite mine.

A/N: So, several months ago I decided I wanted to try and
write NaruIta.�
Naruto as dominant, just to see if I could do it.� I did.�
This was mostly because I had never seen one.�

Victory is mine.

That doesn�t necessarily mean this is any good.

Author: Letta
Warnings: Yaoi, improbable situations,
irresponsibility with alcohol, out of character-ness due to irresponsibility
with alcohol... so on and so forth. Enjoy.
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BARFLY

bar�fly (b�rfl)

n. Slang pl. bar�flies
One who
frequents drinking establishments.

***

He wasn�t normally one to drink.� Especially not to the point
of inebriation.� Yet the room
tilted excessively when he cocked his head to the side.� So he cocked his head to the other side to
see if it had the same effect.� Yep.

Had he ever been drunk before?

He didn�t think so.

It seemed like he had always cut himself off.� As soon as he felt the airy sensation settle
over him, he stopped.� It was unwise to
indulge too much when one was a ninja and everywhere you visited had potential
enemies.

Luckily, he had someone to look after him.

Glancing to the right, he noticed his partner passed out.

Shit.

He had thought those pitchers he kept ordering were going
down awfully fast.

Why hadn�t he noticed?

Oh, that�s right, he was drunk.

He wondered if such happenings were commonplace in such a
state.� Not the alcohol disappearing too
quickly, well yes, that, but the missing out on key events.� Like a no good deadbeat partner who is
apparently a dirty thief.

No wonder the Akatsuki forbid alcohol eight hours before a
mission start.�

Kisame snorted slightly in his sleep.

Irritated, Itachi shoved him off the table, watching as he
hit the ground like dead weight.�
Surprisingly, the shark man didn�t rouse.

Hm� another side effect.

He�d have to try and remember that one.

Noticing that his pitcher was once again empty, he pushed
himself up from his seat in the corner, steadying himself for a moment before
he walked to the bar.� It felt kind of
like a carnival ride as he walked over, or like being on a boat.� Yes, like a boat.�

He felt good, though.

Very good.

Why had he never done this before?

*

Naruto grinned to himself.�
He had successfully completed another high-ranked mission on his own.� Since it was already past nightfall and he�d
never make it back to Konoha by morning anyway, he decided to stop in a small
town for the night.� It was better than
camping in the woods.

Said small town had a lovely array of bars, and as Jiraiya
and Tsunade being two of his most prominent role models during his
impressionable teenage years, he had picked up some of their relaxing habits,
such as drinking.�

Celebration was in order, after all.� It wasn�t everyday that one completed A-rank
missions with so few complications.� Especially alone.� It
was impressive, even more so that he had been doing this quite regularly.� He was even given the occasional S-rank, but
that always seemed to include a team.�
Not that he particularly minded, since it would go on his record regardless
and make him an even more appealing candidate for Hokage.� Which, by the way, it was
starting to look like he had a shot at.

Life was good.

It was about to get better.�
Mostly because he had just walked into one of the
selections of drinking establishments.�

He was in the mood for something that burned his throat on
the way down.� What he really felt like
was whiskey.

He had a sneaking suspicion that tonight he�d probably find
it, and probably something a little more traditional, like sake, just because.� He was fast becoming quite the connoisseur.

It was his ninja skills that kept him on the move, or
barhopping, because staying in one place too long was dangerous, or got
dull.� He wasn�t sure which.�

Actually, it wasn�t so much that it got dull as it was he
knew there was somewhere more exciting to be.�
Like another bar.

*

Itachi had returned to his table, but Kisame was gone.� Whether the man had come to his senses or was
drug off by strangers, he didn�t know.�
Either way, it was probably two hours ago by now.� He didn�t care too much, though.� He cared a little, because the Akatsuki had a
tendency to frown when you turned up sans a partner and no explanation to where
they had gone, especially if it didn�t involve any fights with enemies.

Well, it had never happened before that he was aware of, but
he assumed it wouldn�t be looked upon with cheer.

Cheer.

He was� cheerful.

He smirked.� Then stopped.� Then he
smirked, lifting the opposite side of his mouth.� If he did it in tandem, it was a smile.�

Smirk, smile, smirk, smile.

He reached to pour himself some more from his pitcher, but
he knocked it over, a cry of dismay escaping him.� Then, with relief, he realized it had been
empty and that nothing had gone to waste.�
Which meant it was time for a refill.

He made his way unsteadily to the bar again.� He meant to just stop and stand at the bar so
he could signal the bartender, but he slid sideways and bumped into someone.

�Don�t� don�t bump into me,� Itachi
said.

�I didn�t, you bastard� Itachi?� the man asked, shocked.

Squinting, he looked up at the person who had spoken his
name.� That was when he realized he was
still leaning on the man.� �Naruto-kun.� What are
you doing here, in this place, where I am drinking?�

�I�m celebrating� in this bar.�

Itachi decided that there was something off about the
blonde.

�You�re drunk,� he accused.

�You�re worse than me,� Naruto said.

�No.� No more.� I�m cutting you off.� Bartender, no more for this guy right
here.� He�s had enough.�

The bartender wasn�t even listening.

Naruto looked affronted anyway.� Then, as if the solution to life�s troubles
suddenly became clear, �Itachi, let me buy you a drink!�

�Sure.�

This sparked a conversation and they then proceeded to solve
all the world�s problems, except for Sasuke.

Who, apparently, was one of the world�s problems.

�It�s just that, he wants to kill me, and he�s revolved his�
his� his entire existence around
it.� It makes him come off as some sort
of sorry psychopath.� If I try to tell
him anything now, he won�t listen, unless I tell him to get stronger.� That�s all he wants to hear.�

�Maybe,� Naruto began, wisdom sparking through his solemn
eyes, �maybe you need to tell him to get a job.�

�A job?�

�Or better yet, just go out and get a job for him.� If he has something to focus on, other than
you, he�ll have something to do.� If he
has something to do, he�ll have something else in his life, not just, you know,
revenge.�

�But he�ll still be a sorry psychopath,� Itachi pointed out.

�Yes.�

�It�s fine if he�s a psychopath, but then he has to come off
as sorry -he�s all pathetic about it.�

�Give him some tips.�

�What� what are you saying, that
I�m a psychopath?� Is that what you�re
saying?�

�What I�m saying is you�re a better psychopath than he is.� You do a fine job.� Excellent, really, I�m quite impressed.�

�Thank you.�� Itachi
had been raised with good manners.

�Where�s that guy?� Naruto suddenly asked.

�What guy?�

�You know, the one with the sword� Ki� Kisame.�

�I don�t know.� He�s
not on the floor,� Itachi said, referencing earlier when he had pushed Kisame
off the table before Naruto arrived.

For his part, Naruto didn�t even notice the seeming non
sequitur, instead looking down at the floor to see for himself that Kisame
wasn�t there.

�You�re right.�

They fell into silence for a moment.� Itachi was staring into his glass, looking as
if he were thinking deeply about something.�
Naruto had at one point named the type �contemplative drunk� after he
had noticed there were usually a few of them in the
bars he frequented.� They would stare
into their drink, maybe swirl it around a little, and then in profound drunken
wisdom, suddenly announce a great idea or observation on life that didn�t make
sense to anyone but them� and other drunks.

�Say, Itachi��

�Hm?� he answered, not bothering
to look up from his glass.

�Why are you here, anyway?�

�I wanted to get drunk.�

�Really?�

�No� that wasn�t quite intended� I wanted to drink, but I
got� drunk.�

�This happen often?� Naruto asked, genuinely curious.�

�First time.�

For some reason unknown to the Uchiha, that made Naruto
grin.� He raised an eyebrow in curiosity,
but his expression turned into a frown of confusion as Naruto suddenly
struggled with his jacket.

�Is it warm in here?�
I�m hot!� the blonde announced, fumbling with his zipper before wiggling
his arms out of his sleeves and just pulling it over his head.� This caused his hair to be even more mussed
than usual.�

The Uchiha�s eyes were glued to the stripping shinobi next
to him, staring intensely at a sight that interested him more than it
should.� He suspected that this new
development could develop into a serious issue the next time he tried to
capture the blonde for the Akatsuki.� Which, technically, should
be right now.

Itachi watched as Naruto dropped his jacket onto a stool
before taking another swallow from his own glass.

He had sort of expected Naruto to be wearing an orange shirt
underneath, but instead it was a dark gray short sleeved shirt.

Itachi looked down at himself, noting that his own cloak had
been left behind at that table in the corner.�
He had on the same type of navy blue shirt that he had been wearing for
years, since joining the Akatsuki.� A netted �V� at the collar, the rest solid material.� His shoes were held in place by stirrups,
which he had always thought looked rather ridiculous,
besides, it wasn�t as if his feet wouldn�t keep his shoes on.� He had never understood the stirrups, but
somehow, he had never really brought it up at any of their secret meetings.

This failing may have been because whenever they all
gathered together, it was usually to go over some
diabolical plans and the group fashion seemed paltry in comparison.

It may have been because of that.

It had been a while since they had any secret meetings.� Maybe he should try and organize one just for
the sake of having one.

�Itachi, you smell like laundry detergent.�

He looked up, to find Naruto extremely close.� He wasn�t sure when that had happened� or
how.

�You�re very close to me,� the Uchiha said, stating the
fact, but asking it as a question at the same time.� He could feel something rising in his chest
that was suspiciously similar to excitement.

�You were looking at your clothes.�

He wasn�t sure if that was an answer to his indirect
question or not.

�I wanted to see why,� Naruto explained, voice dropping
slightly.� Apparently he needed to invade
Itachi�s personal space to �see why�.

�You�re not wearing orange.�

Naruto blinked.

�No, I�m wearing gray.�

�I can see that.�

�You have really white teeth.� You must brush at least twice a day.�

Itachi brushed after every meal.� It was important to take care of one�s teeth,
especially when dentists were never very common out in the middle of nowhere,
like where the Akatsuki headquarters were.

�You have really blue eyes.�

�Yours are red, and pretty.�

As far as he could recall, Itachi had never heard anyone
refer to the sharingan as �pretty�.� Frightening, terrifying, yes.�

�Thank you.�

�I mean it, you have really pretty eyes.� I think you have longer eyelashes than
Sakura.�

The Akatsuki member wasn�t sure if that was a compliment.

�You� smell good.��
Itachi wasn�t quite certain why he had said that, other than that he
must�ve thought so.� To be sure, he
grabbed the front of Naruto�s shirt and sniffed him, the tip of his nose
brushing against Naruto�s neck as he lowered his head to get a decent whiff of
the boy.

Yes, Naruto did smell good.�
Sort of like pine needles.

�I�m summer fresh,� Naruto replied, his face full of
Itachi�s shoulder.� The blonde was
surprised at how warm Itachi was.�

�Your hair is shiny.� I like it,� Naruto continued.

�Are you coming on to me?�

There was silence for a moment.

�Yes.�

�Well� okay then.�

�Itachi?�

�Hm?�

�Let�s get out of here.��
The Uchiha didn�t miss the blatant suggestion in Naruto�s voice.�

*

It seemed very logical to the two enemy ninja that the next
course of action would be obtaining a room at an inn,
right after Itachi grabbed his cloak from that table in the corner.�

It was upon realization that they both had rooms -halfway to
some random motel- that it seemed a good idea to make use of one of those.� Itachi started off in the direction of his
room, but he was halted when he remembered he was sharing it with Kisame -who
may or may not have returned there- because they were both stingy.

Except, apparently, when it came to
alcohol.

Naruto, however, loudly declared, in the middle of the night
out in the street in the center of town where he woke some people, that he had
a room free from partners.

So they headed off.

*

As soon as the two stumbled into the room, Naruto turned
around and pushed the older shinobi to the wall insistently.� He was liquored up enough to not care that he
was about to get more intimate with the body of a missing nin than he should be.� Or rather, he cared, just not in the
appropriate way.

Naruto tore at the concealing cloak, a little shocked and
confused when the catches on it were ripped out of the fabric.� It wouldn�t close again.� Itachi would have to buy a new one, unless he
was a talented seamstress.

Naruto let that thought pass before the danger of dwelling
on it could become a problem.

Grinning deviantly, he hooked his
thumbs in the waistband of the Uchiha�s pants, pulling their hips together as
he leaned in with his chest, effectively pinning the Akatsuki member.

Itachi, if he had been anywhere near
sober, may have protested with physical violence to being shoved up against a
wall.� As it
was, Naruto�s body pressing up along his made that difficult to do so.�

The blonde pressed his mouth firmly against Itachi�s,
demanding that the Uchiha yield to his advances.� If the Uchiha had any thoughts of resistance,
he wouldn�t have followed Naruto to his room.

Naruto lifted a hand to grab Itachi�s jaw, and almost
laughed when he was snarled at.�

He felt hands dig into his hips, a little painfully, but the
alcohol in his system helped him ignore it.

Naruto drove his hips forward, sending a clear signal to any
who cared to interpret that he was fully intent on fucking Uchiha Itachi.

Itachi had always been good at picking up signals.

The brunette�s mouth left Naruto�s lips chasing down tan
skin, teeth scraping against a strong jaw.�
He bit lightly at an earlobe, methodically trailing down a neck that
tilted backwards graciously for him, the side of his perfect face tickled by
the blonde hair of the man who was still holding him in place.

Naruto, for his part, felt his body tighten itself in
anticipation as liquid fire raced through his veins, and he roughly pushed his
lower body against the other�s again.� He wondered what some people would do for a
night with the sharingan user.

Probably a lot.

Of course, if he bothered to think about it, he was risking
charges of treason at worst, and an ass kicking from Tsunade at best.� It was probably a good thing he didn�t bother
to think about it.

Besides, who had to know?�

Even if it would totally be worth the
looks on everyone�s faces.� Later,
upon sobering up, he would decide that it probably wasn�t worth that.

Belatedly realizing his mind had been wandering, and somehow
without his knowing, his hands had made their way inside Itachi�s cloak, the
Konoha nin felt it might be
a good idea to pay attention to the situation at hand.� He wouldn�t want to miss it.

Naruto wedged his knee between Itachi�s own, growling
possessively.�

Itachi�s eyes spun wildly.�
For a moment, Naruto thought maybe he was going to die �at that perhaps
he would want to miss this- until
Itachi flipped him over and on to the ground. �He wasn�t even aware it had happened until the
older man�s body fell onto his.�

The sharp smell of alcohol mingled with whatever shampoo
Itachi must use.� The blonde thought it
smelled vaguely like lilacs, but that seemed ridiculous.�

Everyone knew wanted criminals didn�t use flower scented
shampoo.� Everyone, of
course, being Naruto.�

Legs tangled clumsily as they gripped each other.� Naruto distinctly heard Itachi grunt as he
thrust against him, clothed hips creating a frustration that bred urgency.� He responded, arching upwards, his lean body
pressing hard against the one above him, the open cloak blanketing around them.

Naruto dug his fingers into Itachi�s lower back, thoroughly
enjoying himself, but feeling that it was lacking something.� Aside from the main event,
of course.

Hooking his ankle around Itachi�s leg, he flipped them
over.� Much better.� Everything was more fun with a little
competition.

The Uchiha narrowed his eyes, but swiftly, before he could
retaliate, Naruto sent one of his hands on a mission south.� Victory was his.�

After all, he had very reliable hands, and they succeeded in
very dangerous missions all the time.

�Naruto-kun��

�Call me Naruto,� he demanded sultrily, before sliding a hand
up the missing nin�s shirt,
the cloak spread underneath them.� He
smirked when a hand gripped him from behind and jerked him forward.� The blonde brought his hands up near Itachi�s
head, leaning on them as he ground harshly into the man below.

Was it just him or were Uchiha�s really pretty?� Itachi especially� even more so when he
arched like that -eyes narrowing, but not quite closing in his wanton state.� Red was such a sexy color.

Naruto dipped his head, catching a gasp, intruding into it, and
tasting what the other man had drank.� Itachi
responded with a kind of lazy power that Naruto was fast beginning to associate
with him.� Alcohol made it clumsy, but
desire made it burn.� A hand fisted in
his hair as blonde locks were tugged backwards, separating them before teeth
grazed down his neck.

It hurt slightly, but not enough to deter Naruto, he was
tough and in this case, he didn�t mind it one bit.� It was even a little enjoyable.

Rough treatment was kind of a turn on.

He just hoped it wouldn�t develop into some sort of complex.� He would hate it if he needed therapy.

A sharp pain in his shoulder alerted him to the fact that he
had been bit.� Not hard enough to break
the skin, but enough to bruise.� He
smiled devilishly when it occurred to him that although any marks he accrued in
this rendezvous would heal by morning, Itachi would have to wait for his to
heal at a normal rate.

Looking down at the Uchiha through half lidded eyes, meeting
hazy red, he thought about how entertaining it would be if Itachi had some
noticeable visual reminder of him, ones that would be apparent and difficult to
explain.

He figured a few Akatsuki-level nins would probably notice, in fact, it was almost a
guarantee.

With renewed fervor, Naruto grabbed the genius�s arms,
locking them above the man�s head, oddly thankful to Jiraiya for his training
that allowed him this strength that was hard for even S-class missing nins to match.

Itachi didn�t really have a distinguishing taste, but that
was probably good, because Naruto bet he would�ve tasted like blood.� He chose a spot high up on the Uchiha�s neck
and sucked.� Hard.�

Naruto let go of Itachi�s arms to hold himself
up instead.

Itachi groaned, driving his hips upward, hands sliding
gracefully up Naruto�s back, beneath his shirt.�
Somehow it didn�t surprise him that Itachi could still be graceful when
he was completely trashed.�

Naruto temporarily left the pale skin as he found his shirt
come over his head, and watching it for a brief moment as it was flung across
the room.

He supposed he was lagging and should catch up, besides it
wasn�t exactly fair if Itachi could watch him move around naked if he couldn�t
do the same.� Especially
since he really wanted to see Itachi
naked.� If only things were
different, then maybe he�d be able to have Itachi walk around naked for him
everyday.� Too bad they were enemies.

Actually, now that he really actually thought about it, they
probably shouldn�t be doing this.� After
all, Itachi had spent a lot of time trying to kidnap him, which would
eventually end in Naruto�s death if he succeeded.� That was even more important than treason and
beatings.

Looking at the man who was currently fumbling with his pants
�standard Konoha jounin issue- Naruto decided that it
was probably, definitely too late to stop now.�
He grabbed a loose lock of dark hair, tilting the perfect head to allow
him to fasten his lips to the underside of a sculpted jaw.�

He bet an artist would kill to carve out the Uchiha�s
image.� Itachi looked like the ageless
marble statues in museums: frozen figures of ethereal beauty.� Of course, the only time Naruto had been in a
museum was to steal something for a client during a mission in the middle of
the night, and the statues he would compare Itachi to had nearly given him a
heart attack when he thought they were real people.�

Besides, the real thing was prettier than a statue anyway.

He smirked to himself and grabbed at the neck of Itachi�s
shirt with both hands, effectively tearing the material until it was split down
the front completely.� He was rewarded
with a growl and his head connecting solidly with the floor again as they were
flipped over.� Idly, he noticed that this
was getting them closer and closer to the bed.

�You can afford a new one,� Naruto grinned.� For some reason, Itachi didn�t seem to find
it funny.� He raked his eyes down the
exposed chest, trying not to snicker at what a nice curtain the
shirt-turned-rag made against the cloak.�

�You are hot,� Naruto complimented.� He could be nice when he wanted to be.

Itachi blinked at him.

�You know, staring at me and not doing anything is the best
part of sex.�

Uchihas always seemed to respond
to the blonde�s taunts.

In this case, it involved Itachi crushing his lips against
Naruto�s with bruising force, and forcibly removing his pants.

Naruto could be the accommodating sort �though usually only
when made to �so he returned the favor.

The blonde firmly grabbed a bare hip and pressed himself
against it tight, moving in a confident direction before once more reversing
their positions.� He pulled away, sitting
on his heels as he reached for one of his discarded articles of clothing.� He dug around in the pockets, for once
reveling in the crimson eyes that followed his every move.

Normally if Itachi was watching him so intently, it was a
bad thing.

Grinning, he pulled out a small bottle, his expression
turning victorious.

�Do you always carry that around?� The question startled
Naruto for a moment, not expecting Itachi to speak.

�At Jiraiya�s
advice.�

Jiraiya actually advised he carry a lot more things around
with him, but a good portion of that list was illegal in Fire Country, he was
sure, and most of it, he either didn�t know what it was or how to use it.� He wasn�t about to let the old pervert
explain any of it to him, either.� He
didn�t want advice from a lecher on how to be an even bigger lecher.

Naruto stood up, a glint in his eyes that even Itachi
couldn�t quite recognize.� The Konoha
shinobi leaned over, offering his hand to the genius, who curious,
took it �probably because he was still rather drunk.� Intoxication was great for those little
inhibition problems.

Naruto hauled the other man up, pulling him flush against
him for a brief moment, pausing to lick harshly up his neck, before spinning
them around and pushing Itachi against the wall.

Itachi, for his part, took it all rather calmly.� Naruto supposed it was just an Itachi
thing.�
�
The blonde pressed up against him, moving in with his mouth,
connecting with another, before thrusting with his hips, getting to the point
where his patience was wearing very thin, but where he knew that this was the
chance of a lifetime if he was careful.

There was something he wanted to do that he would probably
never get a chance to do again.

Itachi suppressed a smirk at the blonde in his arms.� He couldn�t recall ever feeling so� relaxed,
and at the same time, excited.� Probably because he had never engaged in drunken sex.�

He reached up to grab the blonde locks, unable to pinpoint
when the hitae-ate disappeared and not sure why this
missing time seemed so significant.� Come
to think of it, he couldn�t recall his own hitae-ate
being removed, but he could distinctly feel the lack of it on his forehead.

His brows knitted slightly in confusion, but then Naruto did
something within his mouth that completely derailed that train of thought.

He tightened his grip on Naruto�s hair, tugging the younger nin�s head to the side as he
lowered his face to a tanned neck, teeth scraping against the skin hard enough
to leave red marks, but nothing more.� He
reached the shoulder and bit down, felt a slight jolt beneath him and moved
on.� His other hand swept across a
broadened back, feeling the two that were on his own hips, guiding their
movement.�

This was not enough.�
He wanted more, and when he wanted something, he would do what it took
to get it.

That was the summary of his thoughts before he found himself
spun around, looking at the wall, one side of his face pressed against cool
plaster, his legs spread to balance himself in the awkward position.� Although Naruto had improved drastically
since he had first met him, it seemed odd to him that he should be able to do
this and also pin his arm behind his back.

Maybe Naruto wasn�t quite at the same level of inebriation.

Something warm and damp fell on his neck, moving up to his
earlobe as a hand trailed down his spine and then lower.

He couldn�t help the slight widening of his sharingan eyes as
he felt a slippery intrusion in the only place down there where there could be
an intrusion.� /He�s done this before�?/� Itachi wasn�t sure, but he wanted to say yes.� That interested him.� It seemed there was more to Naruto than he
had been aware of.

Then it occurred to him that maybe he should be more
concerned about what the blonde was doing than about his amount of
experience.� By the time that thought
filtered through his fogged brain, there was one, two
more infiltrations.� He was going to
protest, he really was (probably with violence and blood, before turning around
and doing the same thing Naruto was currently doing to him), but then his body
was flooded with the most incredible surge of pleasure that swept all coherent
thought from his mind.

Maybe he should go drinking more often.

Naruto grinned at the quiet vocalization of approval that he
received as his fingers hit on a certain area.�
He tried it again, watching, entranced as the missing nin shuddered against the wall.

When he had first spun Itachi into this position, the most
prominent thought that ran through his mind had been, �He�s naked!� He�s naked! �He�s naked!�

That had repeated for a minute or two.

While his mind had been stuck in repeat mode, his body had
taken over and acted with confidence, taking the necessary steps to get Naruto
closer to achieving his new life goal: Take Itachi against a wall.

It was a good goal, if he did say so himself.� One he hadn�t realized he had always wanted
to do.� There was a good chance that he
hadn�t always wanted to do it because he had never even considered sex with
Itachi even remotely possible.

He grinned maniacally as he inched the Akatsuki nin�s legs further apart with his
foot.� He felt as giddy as a kid in a
candy store with a fistful of money (or just really quick hands).� He bit his lip, trying to quell his
anticipation slightly, but failing.

Naruto couldn�t help his broadened smile as he adjusted his
hips, removed his hand, and guided himself in.�
He pushed forward, a little at a time, paying critical attention to the
grunts coming from in front of him.�
Never mind his own.� One hand gripped a hip, white-knuckled,
nearly shaking, matching the quiver of his lip as sensations tore through him.� It was warm and almost too constricting, but
somehow perfect.� His skin tingled
electrically, euphoria dancing closer as he struggled to maintain some self
control.�

Naruto�s other hand glided around, down a chiseled abdomen
and around stiffened excitement.� He slid
his curled palm along Itachi�s arousal, coaxing the man to focus on what his
hand was doing.

He moved forward a little more, resisting what his own body
was telling him to do, and then driving a little deeper.� Then he was in.� He felt heady, almost
dizzy, and half wondered if it was because he was still rather drunk.� He shuddered.�
Itachi shuddered.

Naruto had to swallow, leaning his head forward,
he rested against a strong back, nervous anticipation swirling through him now
that the first step was accomplished.� He
pulled out nearly all the way before slowly sliding back in.

He was thankful he carried lubricant with him,
otherwise he had the sneaking suspicion that he might be dead by now.�

Breathing in deeply, he took in Itachi�s scent �something
not-quite exotic, but certainly dangerous- his one hand continuing to work the
other man.� He didn�t even notice the
brunette hair, still tied back neatly-more or less, occasionally brushing the
side of his face.

He wanted more.

Naruto moved his hips slowly, and as the resistance became
that much less, his pace increased.

The blonde grit his teeth, before angling his hips in a
slightly different direction, searching for one spot in particular.� He made a minor adjustment again, grinning
devilishly when Itachi groaned lowly.�
Just to make sure, he did it again, receiving the same result.

Beautiful encouragement.

The blonde picked up the pace, hips working to a furious
speed.� Each drive forward brought the
need for another.

Itachi had been placated at the initial upgrade to sex by
the attention granted to his hardened length.�
Naruto�s entry had been� uncomfortable, but not painful.� The blonde either valued his life, or was not
completely clueless.� Besides, this
wasn�t something he should be doing either, according to the Akatsuki, and that
made everything better.

He didn�t even mind when he was pressed against the wall
tightly, hips grinding desperately into him from behind.� Usually he had issues with personal space.

At the same time, he wanted to turn around and fuck the
blonde.� This worked too, though.�

Naruto was mumbling something against his shoulder, but he
couldn�t really hear what it was, and he didn�t care either.

His knees were getting a little weak.� He didn�t think he could really fall with how
well supported against the wall he was, but he didn�t
want to risk it, either.� Bad for image.

�On the floor.�

�Huh?� came the not-quite-there
reply.

�On the floor,� he repeated.�
Naruto seemed to understand this time as he backed away, pulling Itachi
with him, who decided to allow it �just this once.� The blonde relaxed his grip slightly as they
both kneeled down.� Naruto guided
Itachi�s shoulders forward, so the prodigy was on his hands and knees and
entered him again, this time, both hands firmly placed on hips.� He paused just for a moment to catch his
breath.

He thrust forward, hips pistoning
with precision, shoving Itachi in the same direction, allowing one hand to
return to service.� He didn�t worry about
the Uchiha�s arms giving out, this one was the prodigy, after all.�

He leaned over, feeling smooth skin against his chest, sweat
beading on both their bodies, and realizing he had never seen the other sweat.

�Harder,� Itachi grit out, voice soundly
oddly thick.� For emphasis, he
reached back with one hand and harshly grabbed blonde locks, tugging them
forward insistently.

Naruto licked the back of Itachi�s neck, his pace quickening,
becoming brutal as he complied.� Every
rough plunge forward was accentuated with a coarse wrench on his hair.� It made his eyes sting and his desire build,
and he maybe gripped Itachi harder than he meant to.� Everything Itachi did was perfect, even if it
meant he�d have an odd bald spot the next day.�

Naruto began to recognize a familiar feeling spiraling out
of control within him.� Sinful friction
clutched at his every drive.�� Imminent
release was creeping closer, hovering at the edge as his thrusts became almost
erratic in their urgency.� It was wrong,
it was bad, and it was dangerous, but it was so good.

The knowledge that he was doing a very bad thing with a very
bad person swelled up and then headed straight for his groin.

His lips trembled, his body trembled, and one, two, three
more caustic pulses into the brunette and his senses exploded, clouding over,
as his hips absently continued a few more times.

Distantly, he heard a soft cry that still sounded
dignified.� His hands always finished their
mission.

They both collapsed onto the floor and then passed out in a
drunken slumber.

*

Itachi returned to the current Akatsuki hideout alone with a
limp, a cloak that wouldn�t close, a ripped shirt, and
a neck full of hickeys.� Most drew their
own conclusions.

Kisame had come back a few hours earlier, confident his
partner would show up.

The first one who had been stupid enough to stare had been
on the receiving end of a mangekyo sharingan genjutsu: tsukiyomi.�

Despite their dying curiosity, no one dared asked questions,
since their dying curiosity would probably cause them to die.

Other than that, for the next few days Itachi was more
relaxed than anyone ever recalled him being.�
From then on, when they would whisper among themselves that he needed to
get laid, they couldn�t help but snicker.

*

Naruto, upon waking up on his inn room floor and finding
himself draped over a missing nin
who was wanted by his village, immediately panicked.

With a degree of skill borne from necessity, he gathered what
he could of his possessions, knowing he had never been more silent in his
entire life and ran.

He was several miles away before he thought to stop and put
his clothes on.

He ran a few more miles just to be safe.�

Then he took the time to slow down and think. He went over
the night before in his mind, but when he felt his body start reacting to it,
he immediately terminated that train of thought.� Apparently it was something he would have to
reminisce over when he was alone in his apartment with the doors locked on the
off chance someone wanted to walk in.

His friends noted that for a few weeks he was nervous and
shaky, and especially pale on the day of his return.� When they asked him about it, he would glare
at him, and then they would tell him that maybe he needed to get laid.� The color would drain from his face right
before he punched them

***

I do have one question.�
How do you write a drunk Itachi?� I wasn�t sure, so I just wrote something
similar to other drunk people I know.� We�ll just assume he�s a chatty, laidback
drunk.

I started this in November 2005.� It is late April 2006.

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