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Soothing Darkness	By : Cepheus Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1564 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Soothing Touches
- 2-Crimson Droplets
- 1
- 2
08/04/2011: this is being edited. It wasn't readable before for some reason, and both chapters will soon be replaced with ones containing correct grammar. thank you.
Thanks to all the reviewers, especially for the patience.
Cepheus: second for the shot collection. Dedicated to Yum2. hmmm… nothing to say.
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Rating: NC–17
Shot Summary: (ItaNaru Yaoi) when blood is what you crave for, and the thing you’re disgusted by. Blood is life, blood is death.
Warnings for the shot:lime, oral. Plainly this. Don’t like? Scram away as fast as you can.
Disclaimer: meaning not claim. Why is it here? To state I don’t own Naruto. I wouldn’t be writing here otherwise. I would be living in Japan, reading yaoi…
“Talking”
‘Thinking’
–Flashbacks, dream, memories–
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Crimson Droplets
Second Shot
There was crimson staining his hands, he could see it clearly… sharp contrast against the paleness of his fingers… the red eating away everything else, until there was nothing but blood.
Not his own, never his own.
He’d never shared his blood once in the last seven years. Someone else’s stained him. Never his.
Eyes boring into his skin, glaring at the redness.
Too much red.
Coating his skin, falling on the ground. Dripping almost soundlessly, but he could hear it, its sound strong against his sensitive ears, concealing and erasing any other sound.
The red eating away any other colour, any other object but the blood, everything disappearing from his sight.
He had never liked the blood.
Deaf to the noise of a body falling on the ground, in front of him but unseen, life that had quickly left from barely opened lips, eyes snapped open staring at Death itself. Life that was blood itself, as he’d taken it away from that person, opponent, shinobi, man, human.
Ripping it away with a simple move, cutting his throat, blood flowing around him.
Tender skin that broke easily, too easily, frail, useless protection… it disgusting him.
They were human, and at the same time, a reminder because he was a human as well. He hated it.
Hands closing into fists, eyes narrowed in disgust, and the blood dripped on the floor, silent but at the same time with a deafening sound echoing through his mind, vibrating through his body.
Confusion.
Hatred.
Disgust…
Sudden understanding. He was falling.
“Itachi–san, we should move” Kisame offered, scared more than ever by Itachi’s eyes swirling madly, crimson threat pooling into madness.
There was nothing that could stop that man if he snapped, nothing to keep him sane, and the Kiri missing–nin was all too aware of this.
Itachi fought against his disgust, calming his raging heart as his crimson eyes looked up.
Up, meeting the sight that was so opposite to the darkness he felt inside that it was almost wrong. Up, meeting a sky so blue it made him feel dirty for killing in such a day.
But there was nothing like a good day for him, not anymore. Not when blood was coating his fingers, not with darkness coating his soul and mind and…
He revelled in that blue endless nothingness, not even a single cloud to stop his sight, not a mountain to block him from looking farther.
Blue… reminder of something.
His hands were still bleeding with liquid that was not his, and he was all but aware of one single fact as he moved, fluidly running away from his stiffening companion, in search of something he didn’t know himself–
The fact was clear for him again, now.
He had loved blood once.
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He knew what he was doing was somewhat wrong, but not even once, in all his life, had he thought that what he was doing was wrong.
Not once, during all the days that followed his running away from the village, had Itachi thought his actions to be wrong.
Growing to be a killer, the perfect shinobi, a machine to follow orders, no one had realized how his own feelings, because he had some, were contrasting with his orders, with how they were teaching him to react.
He was a shinobi, but no one had taught him to hide his emotions, because they believed he had none. Looking deeply in those dark pools of nothingness that were his eyes, his family saw perfection and completeness and thought he was nothing but a weapon.
Not teaching him how to fight what they didn’t think he had… not teaching him at all, simply observing and gloating in the power they were sure to control.
They knew nothing.
They could not control him because he could not control himself.
At first it had been his own blood he’d craved for, crimson liquid covering his own skin, coming from deep inside him, and it was identical to the blood from the people he killed… it made him feel real, human, similar to how everyone else was.
The light feeling of excitement every time he was wounded, be it in battle of because of his own kunai, when he wanted nothing more than be sure he was still existing and that he was something more than a weapon, an object, was his world.
The blood marked him as equal as they all were.
But they never treated him as such.
Ah, they thought he was superior to them, they thought he was a genius, a prodigy, the best weapon of all, but they also thought he was inferior because they could control him.
And they couldn’t.
It was then that Itachi had started realizing he didn’t want to be like them.
He wanted to be human, but he was strong and humans were weak. He wanted to be like them but at the same time he wanted to be different, because they couldn’t realize who he was, but he could realize what they were…
He didn’t want to be weak, because being weak meant to die.
He didn’t want to die, and let his consciousness disappear. Drown into nothingness.
He wanted to feel, but by allowing himself to feel he lowered himself at their same level, and it was wrong.
Itachi wanted nothing more than to escape and search for the right answer.
He was young, but everyone else saw an adult in him, even though he had no answers, only questions.
And to have their same blood… disgusted him maybe more than anything else.
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There had been no satisfaction afterwards.
No feeling of elation when he finally landed the last blow on his family, his clan, those people he didn’t feel attachment to, the people that caused his inner turmoil, the people that caused him to feel unwanted, unreal, uncertain.
He hated this.
He wanted to feel, he wanted to feel not.
And running away from the village, after his little brother had seen him one last time, Itachi felt no guilt, no pain, no sadness… but he didn’t feel happiness, relief or joy either.
He felt nothing, and for years afterwards he wondered where his feelings had disappeared to, when he killed men and women around the world following something he once had despised.
He didn’t know where to go to find himself again, and quite often wondered if he had ever had himself to begin with… or if others still controlled him, even now that he lived with what he could get with his own strength.
But not once did he think, that he was wrong.
The blood didn’t attract him anymore, as he had long since accepted that it meant nothing. It was life and it was death, but it didn’t hold the meaning of his life, and it would never hold the meaning of anyone’s life either.
Blood was simply enough, the proof that he was human. Just like those he’d killed. Just like those that were around him.
Part of an endless sea of equal identities, Itachi had never felt more alone, not understanding his need to be equal and at the same time different than them all.
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Silent he crept through the walls and houses, walking in the shadows without the need to hide himself, only hiding his presence to prevent unnecessary discovery. He was not here to fight, he was not here to speak. He was here to watch, and feel, and…
Walking down the streets, not paying attention to what was around him, since the village meant nothing to him, the raven haired shinobi closed his eyes, feeling the wind brush against his skin.
Unpleasant feeling he should not be here, unpleasant feeling he should move faster to get where he wanted to be now. Because if to feel was wrong, to feel not was maybe even more wrong.
Attachment, as it was, and he accepted this weakness because he had long moved past the point of caring. What he wanted, what he needed, was now no more than four houses in front of him, and he accepted the craving he had just like once he had accepted his craving for blood.
If he was human, then he would allow such weakness, because it helped him hold on his sanity, at the same time destroying it away.
Jumping on a windowsill, he looked inside the darkened room, eyes settling on the figure curled up in a bed, the only thing separating them was the thin glass.
And he stood there, simply observing.
Observing the curve of a naked shoulder come out from a thick blanket, observing how fingers gripping the pillow could be so delicate and at the same time able to hold a kunai and strike with it, observing how blond hair fell and curled around a sleeping face.
How such beauty was too young and too innocent to truly be his. How such person could hold onto his sanity when he was just as scarred as Itachi was, in different ways.
How delicate and frail such hold could be.
And how such beauty was his and his alone. Recalling comforting fingers touching the tan skin, exploring the frame of the blond kid that was sleeping in the room now, blind to Itachi’s presence as he stared at him.
Recalling how those lips that were breathing into sleep had once called out his name like a holy prayer to an unknown God, how those delicate fingers had tightened on his arms, asking for him to move closer.
Recalling how his internal confusion had died down when holding that person in his arms, comforting him and calling him back from the same darkness that was still threatening to eat Itachi himself away.
How other questions had been created during their dance, moving around each other, calling out and moving out of reach only to come closer again, finally touching, finally stretching fingers to close around each other’s hands…
How Itachi had understood and accepted that of all the things he could hold onto, his subconscious had chosen him. A person that could hold the sun itself in his grip and still be brighter and warmer than it.
How Itachi had understood he had turned in that person’s sole hold on sanity at the same time. Their grip tightening without them knowing it until it was too late.
And now it was too late, but he didn’t care anymore.
The glass let out a soft clear noise as Itachi’s fingers pressed against it, shattering shards that glittered with the light of a lamppost before crashing on the floor, crawling everywhere he could see.
“Naruto” he whispered, voice low in a whisper filled with things and tones Itachi himself didn’t know he could express.
The noise caused closed eyes to open, a pair of endless skies finally meeting him.
Those eyes filled him, filled the heart he wasn’t sure he had, with something he could not name, a desire and a need and an obsession and–
There was silence in the room.
As Naruto surely could not remember. But he could still… feel…
“I should be afraid” Naruto’s voice was low enough to be confused with the humming sound of Itachi’s own heart beating in his chest as the raven stepped near, sitting next to him. “Why am I not?”
Pale fingers closed around a soft chin, deep blue meeting crimson. Flashes of what had happened before, hidden amongst layers of memory. That could be recalled as fingers worked their way through tense shoulders, touches that were all too familiar for both of them.
Giving away such soothing comfort, Itachi felt the same comfort come to him as well, calming his raging inferno inside, until his crimson disappeared in blackness, and his own tenseness vanished away from him.
Fingers slowly caressing the darkness away.
“Because you have lost already” was Itachi’s calm reply.
Eyes met again. blue against black, and Naruto understood.
“But so have you”.
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It was different now, and Itachi was sure of this, because it was not a nightly visit in a desert camp, with no one around but the nature to watch as comfort was given and exchanged with no words to explain.
Now it was a village staring at them, silent walls watching as a missing–nin walked in the darkness until he reached an open window, letting himself in until he found blue eyes searching for him, and it was all over again.
Every night, without caring of the consequences, without caring if the world around them was against that comfort.
Itachi never thought that he was wrong, and Naruto had long since stopped caring.
Words meant speeches as night after night, crimson eyes turned black and blue eyes turned brighter, one word could explain what a million could not even start, glances lost in the shadows and fleeting touches burning their skin.
Enemies in the day, prey and predator, white and black, shadow and light, but when night came they were exactly the same, both in need of a comforting soul that could soothe away the pain.
Naruto understood Itachi’s pain, and Itachi understood Naruto’s until there was no difference between them, no more opposite sides as they were under the sun, but two parts of a complementary soul, when two became one and everything melted away.
“Why?”
A voiced question that none of them asked, but that was whispered in their minds, not sure about what it could be that caused them to feel. Wondering if life was still tricking them away.
Wrong, right. It didn’t matter anymore, not when the world outside vanished.
Tan fingers intertwined in pale ones, blue eyes stared down at them, wondering when the soothing massage had turned into a more comfortable and calming gesture, when words had melted away until what they did in the end was stare at nothing for hours, simply enjoying each other’s warmth.
Wondering when it had started to be ok.
Wondering when he had started hoping for the day to end soon, so he could come home and wait.
Black eyes staring deeply into blue ones, wondering when had it started to feel perfect.
Wondering when he’d started forgetting of his inner inferno the more he was with him.
Both of them wondering if it would end way too soon.
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Itachi stared, as the blond he felt connected to moved through his day, not knowing he was being watched.
Every move, every light twitch of his fingers were seen by his eyes, as Itachi tried to understand… understand when it had started to be ok, letting go.
When he’d allowed his emotions to come in contact with his mind again, when he’d stopped thinking of the past.
Maybe it was because he was finally finding himself again… maybe it was because the lost part of his soul had always been with him, all the time. Hidden where he could not see it… until blue eyes had found it again.
Others had started to notice.
Silver hair and a single visible eye, Naruto’s teacher had been warned. Probably not of everything that had happened, but enough to be worried. Worried because Itachi allowed a faint trail of his chakra to linger on Naruto’s skin…
Because somehow, it was important.
Important to make them see.
Naruto was his.
Silver hair signalled their time was slowly coming to an end, and that it would take too long before they could meet again. straining their connection, but Itachi knew the moment would come.
He had no intention to let go, because his sanity now resided within blue eyes, but his point was taken, and it was time to move on.
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It was a parting gift, and both knew this. It had always been a parting gift, even the first time. A waking up call to get back to reality, when the world blurred away and only their touches felt real…
When it was them, and nothing else. Nothing more, nothing less.
Did it still feel out of control for him? Itachi had to smirk thinking of the only answer he had.
He was in control, even if it didn’t matter. His own mind knew what it wanted. His own heart knew what it wanted. His own moving fingers knew… and for the first time, he understood and accepted that being in control sometimes was not enough.
When hands moved on naked skin, tracing every detail, moving to recognize and reclaim every single spot as their own, Itachi was giving away something more than just a goodbye.
Maybe Naruto didn’t know it yet, or maybe he was just giving away something as well, or he already had. Itachi felt his lips twitch upwards, and allowed them to.
“Why?” Naruto breathed out, his voice breaking in a moan when Itachi’s fingers brushed against one of his nipples.
“I can’t stay anymore” Itachi’s own voice replied softly, moving downwards to lick at Naruto’s parted lips. “They’re suspicious”.
None of them really cared, but they knew what it meant.
They were not yet ready to face whatever reaction and thoughts what they were doing would cause in the world around them.
Both had their own lives, and needed to understand the distinction between what they had, and what they had to do. It was not enough, what they had. Not when confusion and uncertainty were still strong on both their minds.
Their decisions had been different, their lives had moved in strange, unpredictable directions, meeting and intertwining only because of something none of them could understand, but they knew the boundaries of their lives.
Itachi stared as Naruto’s eyes drifted shut and the blond relaxed against the covers of his bed, skin glistening in the darkness and under his sight.
Once again, Itachi lost his grip on reality, knowing nothing mattered but the body under his own, and the feelings it evoked inside him. Knowing that at least for now, he could deny the world and once again, just like months and years before, claim this body as his own.
“Mine” he whispered.
Blue eyes opened again.
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Running his tongue down Naruto’s neck, Itachi let his hands press down against the mattress of the bed at both sides of his lover’s head, not touching Naruto’s body with anything else except his lips and tongue, smirking as Naruto let out a quiet keen.
It had been so long since he’d claimed him, maybe too long.
He would memorize every detail, every curve, every single inch of his body as he made it his and only his.
Itachi moved down to meet Naruto’s waiting lips, his tongue ravishing him, drowning into the soft moans and groans the blond let out.
There was an unique taste that was purely Naruto’s, something that spoke of purity, innocence and clear water, and Itachi had long since been addicted to it; licking his way down, Itachi closed his eyes, smirking at the small sounds coming from Naruto as he bit down on his neck.
The mark he’d placed there had disappeared months ago, and he felt suddenly the need to see the same reddish spot again.
Naruto arched his back against his own, gasping as the pain mixed with pleasure, teeth sinking in his skin to the point of drawing blood.
The raven haired shinobi felt something sticky under his tongue and stilled, his mouth filling with metallic liquid.
Shifting upwards a bit, dark eyes stared at the crimson staining Naruto’s skin, dark in the darkness but still visible in the faint moonlight coming from the window.
Blood.
The same blood he was disgusted by, the same blood he’d once been so attracted to, the same blood that claimed him as a human.
Itachi leaned down, licking it away from Naruto’s skin, and moved one finger to brush a single last drop, watching it for a moment with wide eyes. it was blood, but it was Naruto’s blood. Simply Naruto’s.
That was enough to make it look… enticing. Itachi leaned down, suckling and licking at the same spot he’d bitten seconds before, tasting Naruto’s skin and blood mixed together.
Naruto shivered under the touch, moaning out, his fingers tangling in the sheets under him, wriggling as he groaned for more.
The same blood said that Naruto was human too, just like him.
Itachi’s lips twitched upwards, but the darkness hid whatever reaction he had, and soon enough, the lips moved down again, touching Naruto’s left ear.
He could feel the blond’s body trying to press against his own, arching his back, writhing and twisting, he could feel the heat reaching him through their clothes.
This was his and his alone. His was the privilege of touching and marking. Only his.
His tongue darted out, licking at Naruto’s shell, delighted with the shudders that racked the blond teen’s body, suckling on his earlobe before moving down to his neck, ravishing it, biting and licking and suckling.
One hand sneaked down, brushing on Naruto’s nipples, light touches under his shirt.
Naruto groaned softly, arching his back to get more. It was harder for the blond to focus on anything else now, and he allowed the pleasure to cloud his mind.
Itachi was lost in Naruto’s reactions, wanting more of the teen. Just by looking, he felt himself grow aroused in ways he could have never thought possible.
Fingers moved the shirt and the pants out of the way until the blond was naked under him, brushing and touching and caressing and kissing, biting, licking–
“Itachi…”
It was not enough, it was not enough. He wanted more. He wanted to see Naruto’s face twisted in heightened pleasure, knowing he was the only cause and reason for it.
He wanted to own him completely, give him everything he had and everything he could.
Itachi leaned down again, suckling on Naruto’s neck again, both of his hands now roaming over Naruto’s body, one pinching his nipples, the other sneaking even lower…
“Ah!” Naruto arched his back, widening his eyes in shock as he felt a hand stroke him hard and fast.
He had not expected it so soon, the hot and prickling feeling washing through his entire body, like a flame eating him from the inside, as the hand roughly pumped him–
“Ngh… ah! Itachi!”
Fingers clutched the sheets, blue eyes widened and glazed over in rapture and pleasure as he could no longer breath, gasping and panting and writhing, unable to do anything else than cry out because of the fierceness, building his pleasure hard and fast and–
Itachi observed as Naruto’s eyes met his the same moment as he reached his climax, eating away the cry escaping his lips with his own, claiming the mouth as his once more.
Naruto’s body was trembling madly under him, riding his passion in deep waves, and Itachi pressed against him, kissing him deeply again until he felt Naruto respond to him.
Tongues battled together, lapping at each other, Naruto gasping out and riding his first orgasm clutching on Itachi’s body over his. The weight felt comforting with the head, just like Itachi felt Naruto’s tiny body under his own as his anchor to sanity.
His hands left Naruto’s softened erection and he moved off a bit, licking the white streaks from his fingers before leaning down again, allowing the blond to taste himself on Itachi’s lips.
Naruto groaned again, heart finally settling down to a slower path, as Itachi resumed his ministrations, his chest already aching for more.
Black eyes turned to the body he had under his, admiring it under the pale moonlight, knowing that soon enough it would be his again.
Itachi suddenly halted himself when he felt something shyly touching his arms. He looked up from the now bruised neck and noticed Naruto’s hands had left the sheets and were slowly caressing his clothed arms, unsurely moving the dark outfit away to show the pale skin underneath.
Naruto’s eyes were fixed on what he was doing, a light blush on his cheeks for his daring moves, but Itachi did not complain.
Staring unblinkingly and silent, deciding not to break whatever trance Naruto was in, Itachi observed as slightly trembling hands tried to take away his clothing.
Itachi had undressed himself alone last time, but it looked like Naruto had other plans.
With black eyes meeting with deep blue ones, both sets laced with lust, Itachi had no need to ask.
“I…” Naruto looked away, his blush intensifying. “You made me feel so good and…”
He shut up and Itachi complied, allowing him to remove his outfit and then his shirt as well. Shy, trembling hands fumbled with his pants, and Itachi moved, watching with intense eyes as Naruto kneeled in front of him, gulping as he freed the raven haired shinobi from his last garment of clothing.
Naruto blushed a bit, but eyed the erection with a lust glint in his blue darkened eyes.
Itachi’s eyes were open and curious as he stared at Naruto’s reaction to his naked body, feeling a smirk tug at his lips; the flushed state of the blond did nothing to calm him down.
Itachi watched in rapture as Naruto moved down, hands clumsily brushing against his erection, lips parting to let out a rosy tongue that went down and licked at its head.
Itachi’s eyes were wide open as he stared down, each and every light stroke and touch of those small hands on him felt heavenly, and the feeling of Naruto’s tongue lapping at his erection was enough to drive him crazy.
Naruto continued his ministrations, slowly growing surer of himself as he kneeled more, his fingers scraping at the base of Itachi’s arousal whilst opening his mouth to engulf its tip.
His fingers brushed up and down on the base and he let his tongue circle the erection’s slit experimentally, swallowing some of the pre–cum and finding the salty taste of his liking.
Naruto quietly started to lick all its length, his hands slipping all over it, scraping underneath the head clumsily with his nails.
Itachi let out a groan and finally closed his eyes, allowing his shoulders to relax at the feelings rushing through his body. There were many things he wanted to think about right now, but none was as important as the thing curling inside his stomach.
He could almost feel Naruto’s eyes on him as the blond continued licking and suckling lightly, experimenting on him with nails, fingers, teeth and tongue, never stopping, not even for a moment; Itachi’s hands found their way to Naruto’s hair, gently tugging at the blond locks to move his head lower, groaning louder when Naruto’s mouth engulfed his head, unable to take more inside of him.
Naruto let out a small whimper as one hand trailed down his back, cupping his ass and then moving inside him with one finger; the sensation was oddly familiar, arousing and a bit uncomfortable but not painful.
The finger moved inside him, making him groan loudly around Itachi’s erection.
Itachi pushed Naruto’s head again, feeling his lips slip down, taking him more inside the hot wetness of his mouth, and forcefully pushed inside Naruto’s entrance with a second finger.
Naruto trembled but even with the mixed feelings he did not stop, his licking and suckling never pausing, instead becoming more frantic.
Tongue, fingers, teeth, every single stimulation brought Itachi higher and higher in his pleasure, clumsy touches and licks enough to cloud his mind, enough to make him lose his rational thoughts…
Itachi bit his lip hard and pushed a third finger inside Naruto, at the same time moving Naruto away from his erection, knowing he could not restrain himself anymore.
He wanted… he wanted to bury himself deep inside the blond, and forget everything else but the sensations the younger teen was able to give him.
It was the first time he was relenting some of his control to someone, but it had felt good –Naruto had not used it at his advantage.
The blond had given him exactly what he had received, pleasure for pleasure, and not because he wanted something in exchange… but because he had wanted him to feel as good as Itachi had made him feel.
And now blue unfocused eyes were staring up at him as he held Naruto’s trembling body in his arms, three fingers deep inside him.
It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Light flush on the other’s cheeks, blue eyes darkening in pleasure every time he twitched his fingers, swollen lips parted to allow small gasps and pants to come out from his mouth…
This was real perfection. This was where he wanted to be, what he wanted to do–
Itachi’s eyes were swirling crimson again, this time to watch and observe and remember every detail as he pushed hard inside his lover, watching in rapture Naruto’s face.
There was something utterly innocent in the blond, something that didn’t seem to disappear, no matter what Itachi would do. Staring into Naruto’s eyes, Itachi felt tainted for a second.
There were things that could spread that taint to Naruto’s clear eyes, but in this exact moment, the Uchiha could not force himself to care. Naruto was his. And because of that, Itachi would not renounce to him.
Naruto would not be darkened by him, and Itachi was sure of that.
Itachi pushed again, staring with hunger as those blue eyes filled with pleasure that was mixed with a light pain. That look was…
“Itachi…” Naruto let out a groan and lifted his arms, circling Itachi’s shoulders and gripping hard his back, nails digging into his skin; Itachi hissed, the doubled feeling of being buried into Naruto’s hotness and the pain driving him crazy.
Itachi moved one hand to rest on Naruto’s shoulder as he pushed him down on the mattress, the other hand moving down to grab his now fully aroused erection again, pushing out and then back in with a single graceful move.
There was nothing but lust and heat from then on.
Naruto’s cries turned high–pitched every time Itachi slammed back in, both lost in the whirlpool of pleasure and pain, forcing their way up with rushed and frantic shifting of their bodies together–
“Please, harder–”
Naruto cried out as his prostate was hit head on again, feeling spasms of pleasure curse through his body, making it tingle pleasantly. He felt the pain of being entered so roughly, but it was mixed with pleasure, and he liked every second.
“More!”
Itachi could not think straight anymore, Naruto’s whimpers and cries the only thing he could hear above the thumping of his heart, the heat burning its way up to his head.
The body under his own, moving willingly and desperately against his own, hands clenching on his skin, it felt real, something real that would not push him away.
Rushing towards the top, Naruto’s convulse cries to go faster deeper harder–
Teeth clenching on milky skin, shudders wracking their frames as sweat glistened down their backs, the creaking of the bed underneath them disappearing within the waves of hot, burning pleasure as Itachi moved in and out, his mind blissfully shut down, in and out, in and out and–
“Please! More! More!”
Naruto grabbed Itachi’s hair in his hands, pulling it for all that was worth in a last attempt to hold onto something as his frame was suddenly hit by white sheer pleasure, unexpected and absolutely devastating as he slammed his head backwards, coming hard in Itachi’s hand and crying out, with tears streaming down his eyes.
“ITACHI!”
His last cry was of the raven’s name, so hard his throat hurt from the strain, fingers twitching and nails scraping at the Uchiha’s head making it bleed under its grasp.
Everything suddenly stopped, as if time itself had halted now to give them a moment of perfect pleasure and silence–
Itachi felt Naruto’s hot and slick insides clench painfully around his erection, what had been already a tight burning passage becoming unbearably tighter, and he closed his eyes, relaxing every muscle as he felt the release wash over him.
His lips opened in a soft groan that sounded vaguely like the blond teen’s name, whispered to the empty air as he finally came, holding Naruto’s still trembling body against his own as he released inside him.
“Ngh…”
It had been devastating, the way the heat had consumed him for a long, eternal moment, chocking him and dizzying him, as was now the need to hold onto the younger teen’s body as he moved inside him again, riding out the last waves of his orgasm.
Falling limply on the bed, Itachi let his face rest in the crook of Naruto’s neck, breathing the sweet scent of the teen’s skin mixed with the smell of sex and sweat, his tongue moving from his lips to lick at the salty taste, panting hard, frame boneless, waiting for the pleasure to disperse.
Naruto’s sight grew blurred with pleasure, his body tingling and shaking, and his mind shut down from the intense sensations, going limp in Itachi’s grasp. He was vaguely aware of the raven holding him close, almost tenderly, and he smiled tiredly, falling asleep with no sound.
Itachi wasn’t aware of how much he spent there, breathing Naruto’s scent as he recovered from the pleasure, still feeling the need to hold him close, his mind blissfully void of any other thought than the warmth spreading from Naruto’s sleeping form.
But it couldn’t stay forever, and he knew it.
Itachi kept his eyes closed, for a moment more indulging in the peace he found just by relaxing there, and then moved up, his eyes darkening at the prospective of leaving Naruto and move away from him.
There would be soon someone coming to check on Naruto, and Itachi’s life called him back.
Dressing again, his fingertips tingling with lingering pleasure, Itachi brushed one hand on Naruto’s lips, moving down to kiss him there before vanishing away from the room.
‘I’ll be back,’he silently promised.
Then he was gone again, running from tree to tree in direction of the plains; he would have to face hardship now, for he left without explanation and didn’t come back for weeks, but he didn’t care.
On his lips, Naruto’s taste was still strong, and under his fingertips the texture of his skin was still lingering like a jolt of electricity.
For this, he’d be back.
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Cepheus:so, um. Second shot. Um. Review? There will surely be a third one.
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