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Bunshin-san	By : peachandbetty Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1135 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Bonjour! This is Peach calling from France. Yes, even on holiday I find the time to update. Amazing!
This is for Wadas, because her pr0nz is the best on the web :D

And also for Itachi-sama�s birthday, because he is God and I am a lowly nun.
Warnings: kink. Pure kink.

Bunshin-san Part II

Darkly luscious onyx eyes looked pensively at the matching pair in front of him. The kage bunshin shared his every feature, from his chiselled near-feminine facial features to his hard, toned yet graceful shinobi body. Down to his stark nakedness and his budding arousal, stirring from a strange mixture of anticipation and a longing he wasn�t even aware he had.
Itachi had always been aware that he was physically pleasing. As a youth, back in Konoha, he had been pursued on a regular basis by females from his class, from his teams and even from his clan. He had noticed a similar occurrence in his younger brother�s childhood. He had therefore deduced that it was thanks to his Uchiha genetics that he could explore the advantages that comes from exploiting this particular feature.
One of which he would enjoy momentarily.
He closed the space between himself and his bunshin, taking a long and heavy glance over his copied body, before his eyes became fixed upon his nipples, hardening from the cold air on wet flesh and an increasing state anticipated pleasure.
Raising his left hand to his chest, Itachi trailed one finger between the other�s pectorals, tracing it lightly over lined, smooth abs, stopping at the whispy beginnings of a trail of dark hairs, leading tantalisingly down to the centre of his copy�s stirring lust.
Instead of taking that trail, dragging the elegant digit back up along the glistening skin, he looked into his own eyes, something others had never dared to do, gauging for a response as he circled along the outside of his sensitive puckered nipple.
He was not disappointed, as the bunshin�s own eyes momentarily flashed red as he gave a as light but sharp intake of breath, before they hazed over in what could only be described as approaching abandon. The feeling of just giving in to a longing that was only just beginning to surface.
Itachi found himself mirroring his bunshin�s darkly lustful expression. He wasn�t sure which he enjoyed most; being in control of the other�s lust or being on the receiving end of what he knew to be teasing yet pleasing attentions.
The bunshin�s breathing had started to come in shorter spans, and was audible from Itachi�s vantage point. Taking this as his cue to further his experiment, he rubbed the pad of his thumbs over each sensitive little peak, earning a broken breath smouldering against his own neck as the bunshin�s head lazily dropped onto his shoulder in its lightened, hazy state.
Pleased with his reaction, he repeated the action, rubbing gently over reddening little nubs, stopping now and again to circle it�s perimeter before once again reclaiming his targets, before giving them a light squeeze between thumbs and forefingers.
This time, his bunshin gave a just-audible whimper, his breath heated and saturated with want and lust against his ear.
Very pleased with the result, Itachi looked down between their twin bodies, and his eyes darkened at the sight. Two very hard members staring erect at him, throbbing from their untouched state and each with shiny beads of milky pre-cum threatening to leak down the sides of their thick and pulsing hosts.
In his rapt attentions on experimenting with the art of pleasure on his bunshin, he had unknowingly stirred his own desires, reacting to the sheer delight of having another react to him in such a way.
Pushing his hips forward, he pressed his groin to the other�s, groaning at the small relieving pressure as hardness caressed hardness and cushioned balls lightly brushed together. He repeated the motion, hearing his bunshin�s breathing become heavier yet and his hands subconsciously run up and down the muscles on his back and shoulders.
He felt something lightly stirring below his stomach, and gave a short gasp as his grinding sent a small jolt of something he knew would grow much bigger in time straight up his spine and through every nerve in his body, heating it and further encouraging the light sheen of sweat now replacing the dampness of the redundant shower. He wasn�t prepared to feel something so exquisite, yet for once he was more than happy to be caught off guard.
It was now his turn to hold his partner for support, as his bunshin�s talented hands found his nipples and retuned Itachi�s earlier gesture, but pinching firmer and all the while grinding smoothly at a steady pace from its place against the tiled shower wall.
Itachi nearly lost himself, and grabbed a handful of his lover�s lush black locks and crashing his lips onto the other�s began an erotic dual of nipping and sucking lips and entwining and caressing tongues.
Breaking free of Itachi�s hold, the bunshin trailed his now swollen lips down his neck feeling the rise and fall of his Adams apple as proof of his rapidly breaking composure, and kept going, stopping only to suck and swirl a wet tongue around reddened puckered nipples before leaving each with a deceptively chaste kiss.
On his knees, he braces his right hand against Itachi�s hipbones whilst the other trailed down his own chest to his now huge and throbbing member, pre-cum smeared over the top of the sensitive tip of the shaft from their heated grinding, and gripped it lightly whilst rubbing his thumb around the pink mushroom tip and occasionally into the weeping little slit to smear more oozing pearls over his very painful erection.
Itachi watched with absolute rapture, chest rising and falling heavily with the breath that threatened to escape him. To watch his own bunshin pleasuring himself on his hands and knees before him, so close to his own member yet making no move to share the experience was both agony and ecstasy. He felt his cock twitch as his self-indulging bunshin began to move his hand up and down the rigid length, alternating between slow and languid to fast and hard strokes that earned a deep throaty moan that mingled with the sound of damp, beating flesh.
He needed to feel it. He would feel all of this the second he released the jutsu, but he wanted to feel it now. Once again, grabbing the back of his partner�s head, he manoeuvred his face to his pink and painful shaft, eyes looking at their twins pleadingly yet in silent command to deliver similar treatment to his aching dick.
The bunshin needed no more encouragement. Keeping his eyes on Itachi he slowly and deliberately licked his lips, slicking them up with glistening saliva, all the while still fisting his own turgid cock. Itachi groaned loudly. He hadn�t known he could be such a tease, and seeing himself so outwardly wanton made his shaft, bobbing along with his heavy breath and his occasionally jerking hips, throb with more of those delicious jolts that were building up into something very intense.
The bunshin teasingly licked the tip, his tongue capturing the large droplet of cum and smearing it around his lips, never once taking his eyes off of his partner. Itachi�s hips jerked, and his breath held in anticipation of something more. He needed more.
Then, giving Itachi one of his own arrogant smirks, no doubt from the satisfaction of having brought him down to a near-begging state, he lowered his eyes, moved his right hand from his hip to close around the heated flesh and gave it a couple of experimental pumps before closing his moist, slicked mouth around the head.
�Nggaah!� Itachi didn�t care at this point that he sounded like a wanton harlot. He had never experienced before the sheer satisfaction that was beginning to build in his groin, spreading its warmth through his legs and sapping them of their strength.
His bunshin began swirling his wet tongue over the smooth skin of the head, slipping it into the slit to taste the salty evidence of his pleasure, sucking with varying pressures all the while moving his hand up and down the smooth solid flesh of Itachi�s and his own flesh.
Itachi was panting, gripping the other male�s hair with each electric spark that ran through him, trying to keep him there so that he wouldn�t stop, wouldn�t steer him away from the light that was flashing blindly behind his tightly shut eyelids. He was vaguely aware of the bunshin�s actions becoming less rhythmic as his own jacking became faster and equally less controlled, breath laboured and heated against the dark curls above the shaft now disappearing over and over again between kiss swollen lips.
And then it stopped. The bunshin had pulled away, sitting on the wet floor and bracing himself on his elbows as his chest rose and fell rapidly, mouth expelling the occasional groan and his painful state that had so nearly came to release.
�You think�as I think. So it should be of�no surprise to you that I�have no intention of leaving this experiment�incomplete.� the bunshin informed him between shattered breaths and low painful grunts.
Itachi shared his bunshin�s smirk. He certainly had no intention of doing anything of the sort. He started this experiment to find out why sexual intercourse was so very much sought out and desired. And he had yet to truly meet that objective.
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