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Obsession	By : Infek Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1875 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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every finger in the room is pointing at me

I wanna spit in their faces

then I get afraid of what that could bring

I got a bowling ball in my stomach

I got a desert in my mouth

figures that my COURAGE would choose to sell out now

I’ve been raising up my hands

drive another nail in

just what GOD needs one more victim

every day I crucify myself

nothing I do is good enough for you

and my HEART is sick of being in chains

you’re just an empty cage kid if you kill the bird

please be save me I CRY
Crucify – Tori Amos [Adapted]
Chapter III There Is No Life Without Wonder
Tsunade briefed them, her hand rubbing her scalp and eyes squinted. “All clear?”

Neji had been careful not to glance over to Itachi, knowing that he could betray himself if he did. Their Hokage was far too perceptive so she would immediately suspect something if he would start blushing or something equally embarrassing.
“I request an extra day for this mission.” Itachi gave no further explanation and Tsunade lifted her eyebrow questioningly.
“Why? Usually, you’re back in time.”
“I’ve seen what we’ll be dealing with. We’ll probably be back in four days but it’s a precaution.”
Tsunade shrugged. “Okay, I’ll see you two back in five days then. Good luck.” She dismissed them and they walked out of the Hokage’s tower. Itachi jumped on a roof and waited for Neji to stand next to him.
“Are they really exceptional shinobi we’ll be dealing with?” Neji asked as they jumped from roof to roof towards the city-gate.
Itachi shook his head. “Not at all.” Neji had to bite back a laugh at the dry answer.
[-]
“Let’s stop here for the night,” Itachi suggested. They landed on the ground, near a cave which would easily fit the both of them. They had travelled at a fast pace today, barely resting, both trying to get this mission over with as fast as possible so they could have some time to themselves.
“I’ll go catch us some food and find some wood,” Neji said. Itachi laid down their rucksacks and nodded.
“I’m going to set some traps already on the north and east side.” Before Neji could walk away, he was pulled against the other’s chest and given a kiss before being released from the embrace. Itachi went to lay the traps and Neji was left gazing after him, a dazed look on his face. Sometimes it was still hard to fathom that Itachi liked kissing him, liked being with him. He activated his Byakugan and went to search their next meal.

Neji held up two rabbits as he neared the camping-site, careful to avoid the many traps surrounding it. Dropping the dry branches, he took out a kunai and started skinning them. Itachi prepared a fire and soon, they had a light-source in the falling darkness.

Neji pinned the rabbits on sticks and hung them above the fire. He plopped down next to Itachi, his body too tired to sit down elegantly. “Tired?”

It was quite shameful to be tired after just a day of travelling and his former sensei, Gai, would burst out in tears if he heard it but he really hadn’t slept very well last night, too anxious for his mission.
“A bit. Didn’t sleep very well,” he admitted. He was pulled into Itachi’s arms and just rested against him, glad for the body-heat and the comfort.

Itachi saw his eyes slowly closing and decided to let him sleep for a while. Placing a soft kiss on Neji’s nose, he turned the roasting meat.
“Aren’t we going to keep watch?” asked Neji. He was already tired again, sated with the warm food in his stomach but still highly aware of his surroundings as a shinobi needed to be. Itachi stomped out the fire while shaking his head.
“I’ve placed more than enough traps.” Neji hesitated; every mission he had ever went on, there was always someone keeping watch.
“Trust me.” He was startled at the choice of words, discerning the many other meanings behind it. Finally, he nodded. Itachi looked pleased and guided him into the cave. On the ground, there already lay their travelling futons. Neji removed his hitai-ate, as did Itachi but neither unclasped their weapon-pouches; you rarely did on a mission. Remembering the first night they had spent together, he felt some awkwardness creeping up, suddenly all too aware of his movements as he lay down.
Itachi reacted in his now usual way towards Neji, he simply encircled an arm around his waist and pulled Neji with his back against his chest, burying his nose in that mass of brown hair. His hand travelled lower and he felt Neji become rigid but unwound again as his hair-tie was taken off.
“Don’t lose it. It’s the only one I have,” he murmured. As he looked at the arm around his waist, he could see a band around a pale wrist. He did a double-take but then recognized it as his own hair-band. Itachi kept on surprising him.

One last kiss and they both closed their eyes, slowly falling asleep.

If anyone were to find them, they would see Itachi possessively curled around the smaller frame of Neji but both looking as innocent as children in their sleep.
[-]
Itachi was leaning against a tree trunk, standing behind a kneeling Neji who was attentively gazing in front of him, Byakugan activated. They had made it here on the second day already. “They don’t even try to hide the scroll. Perhaps there is a trap or something surrounding it; I can’t see it well enough though. There are six men to take out, none heavily armed or having any special weapon.”
Itachi formulated a plan based on what he had just heard. “And no one else is in the vicinity?”
Neji shook his head. “But they are close to each other so we are going to have to take them all out in one go.”
“Then we’ll distract them. They are close to a road?”
“Yes. They don’t even try to hide.”
“Henge into a woman, a simple commoner passing by.” Neji stared at him in disbelief. “I’ve seen it being used many times and it always works. As you distract them, I’ll attack from the back. Normally I should be able to kill them immediately but be still on guard.”
Neji muttered as he performed the necessary hand-signs. The transformation made him look like a teenage-girl with big blue eyes, dressed in a simple blue kimono. His hair remained unchanged though. A scowl marred his face but Itachi only kissed him. “Walk at a slow pace and wait until I am behind them. Be careful.”
Neji kept on muttering obscenities as he stepped onto the road. He activated his Byakugan and saw Itachi waiting in a tree about 40 metres away, kunai ready. Attempting to put on a smile, he approached the enemy’s hide-out. Apparently, Itachi had been right because the moment the shinobi saw Neji advancing, they yelled at him to come inside and have a drink with them. Neji fluttered his eyes a bit, inwardly yelling at them to back off. “I’m sorry, my mother is waiting for me.”
One of them stepped closer and tried to wrap his arms around him. Suddenly, the shinobi all fell down in a circle surrounding Neji, all with a kunai embedded into the back of their head or neck. Itachi landed next to him with a questioning glance and Neji lifted the henge.
“Hormonal idiots,” Neji only said. But he did have to admit that the tactic worked perfectly; he could see now why it was apparently often used. He heaved a sigh but then smiled at Itachi. “Good strategy.” He walked to the hide-out, careful for any traps but soon had the wanted scroll safely in his rucksack.
“Got it,” he said to Itachi. The man grabbed his hand and they took off for the trees. “Where are we going?”
“There’s a hotel not far from here. Thought we’d spend two days there.” Neji blushed at the thought of spending two full days with Itachi in a hotel, in a comfortable bed. But then he froze. Itachi wasn’t planning on having sex with him, was he? He wasn’t ready for that. He trusted him but it was an unfamiliar area for Neji, not counting what happened a week ago. Why hadn’t he thought of this before? He knew from the beginning Itachi intended to have some private moments with him. He just hadn’t estimated that they could be that private. A repeat of what they had done a few nights ago wouldn’t make him object but that would.
Itachi felt Neji’s unease effortlessly. Ever since they had gotten closer, and especially since getting together, he would find it so easy to pick up on Neji’s moods and feelings. He stopped and Neji bumped into him. He must be really distracted. “What’s wrong?”
Neji evaded his gaze but he wouldn’t know of it. His cheeks were blazing but he at length muttered an answer. “I’m not ready for that.”
Itachi had to actually stifle a laugh as he heard what was troubling Neji. “Neji, I don’t expect you to be. You don’t even have to sleep in the same bed as me although that would be nice. I just want us to spend two days together without any disturbance.”
“Ah,” Neji let out in understanding. Itachi pulled him close and kissed him, a kiss that made his eyelids flutter close and his mind go afloat.
“I’ll never force you to do anything you don’t want to, Neji.” Itachi said it so sincerely that Neji couldn’t help but believe him wholly.
[-]
They checked the room, until both their gazes fell on the large and only bed. Neji had agreed to sleep in one bed, seeing as how they had slept in very close proximity before. And honestly, he would have found it strange to have Itachi sleeping in another bed. Every night they had ever spent together was passed in each other’s arms.
“I’m going to take a bath,” Itachi said while stretching his muscles. Neji got a glimpse of a toned stomach as the shirt rode up a bit and unconsciously bit his lip. He suspected that the man was a god underneath all that clothing.

Itachi smirked at the reaction the small movement invoked. “If you want to, you can join me.” He didn’t try and make it sound especially inviting. If Neji wanted to, he would come to him. If not, he would just be patient. He disappeared into the adjoining bathroom and closed the door behind him.
Neji now wasn’t biting his lip in instinctual desire but was gnawing at it, trying to decide what to do. It was true, he was attracted to Itachi, very much so even, and he had been staring at him just moments ago. But if he saw Itachi naked, Itachi would have to see him naked. Although he took pride in his body, he wasn’t at all used to other people seeing it.

He sank down on the bed sighing and heard water filling the bath-tub. Maybe he should just go for it. Itachi had said that he wouldn’t force Neji into anything. He already was halfway up before sinking back down. But he’d probably end up making it an awkward situation for both of them.
The water was shut off and he could faintly hear Itachi stepping into the bath. They were going to see each other naked sooner or later. The thought entered Neji’s head and he made up his mind, albeit he did it with a small compromise. He luckily found a bath-towel and got undressed, wrapping it around his waist.
Breathing in deeply, he opened the bathroom-door. Itachi was leaning against the edge of the bath with his eyes closed but Neji knew that he heard him come in. Only the top of Itachi’s chest was visible, everything else covered in the water under a thick layer of soap-suds. Reassured that he wouldn’t have to show his naked self to Itachi just yet, he gently crawled into the bath, which easily fit both of them and lifted his knees to his chest before removing the towel. Itachi opened his eyes.
“I always take a long bath when I come home from a mission,” he commented. He noticed Neji’s curse-seal and was surprised. He had thought that even if Neji would join him, he would still have his seal covered up.
“No onsen?”
Itachi shook his head. “Too many annoying people. I once sat in an onsen with Hatake Kakashi and he was reading that book of his and with a perverted smirk on his face and then he turned to me. I’ve never set foot in an onsen again.”
Neji snickered, glad that the slight embarrassment was so quickly dispelled. “Scaredy-cat.”
Itachi leaned closer towards him. “Did you just call me ‘scaredy-cat’?” Although the glare wasn’t menacing, Neji’s eyes still widened.
“No?”
Itachi kissed him briefly. “Scaredy-cat,” he whispered in Neji’s ear. He immediately got a mischievous slap across his chest but didn’t care. Part of him was amazed at how they were sitting here together in a bath; at how fast Neji allowed him to go and how fast he wanted to go himself. He knew that for him, finally having something so close after a year of not being able to touch helped to explain this but still, to be so adamant about it… He knew from himself that if he had an interest in something, he would let nothing stop him. It just felt so alien. He had never had this with another person. It wouldn’t stop him from continuing this, no, not even in the slightest. Not when the person that had caught his attention was granting him an unusual amount of trust. It was exhilarating to be able to express emotion towards someone that suffered from the same problem.
What was said in the village was true to a certain degree; he didn’t show a lot of emotion and rarely interacted voluntarily with others but did it make him less human? He still had a heart that beat harder when in battle and blood spilling from a wound after being hit by a kunai. And he could still feel. Being content around Neji, after a successful mission, being hurt at the loss of a loyal team-mate. The superior persona he had created after people started noticing how far ahead he was for his age had simply been necessary to fulfil all expectations.
Looking at Kakashi, the prodigy of his own generation, you would see certain similarities that couldn’t be a mere coincidence: the same distrust towards others, the reluctance of socializing. People just considered him easier to reach. Itachi knew better. He had been on many ANBU-missions with the man before and he just hid the emotional walls surrounding his heart with his quirks and peculiar habits, taking the people around him more into consideration.
A hand rubbed his cheek gently and he locked eyes with Neji, who tried to hide his concern. He grabbed the hand and held it firmly. The reason why things were going at such a hasty pace became clear, his subconscious finally deciding to grace him with the answer. There was still a chance that he would lose Neji to his family, that he would have to give him up. He would do anything in his power to prevent that from happening but he needed to remain realistic. They would need to make the most out of the little time they undoubtedly had. After all, two years isn’t eternity.
“Are you alright?” Neji found Itachi staring off into the distance with unusually vague eyes and then, thin lips had tightened into a bitter smirk and now his hand was held in a firm grasp, as if Itachi didn’t want to let go any time soon.
“Why are you allowing things to go so fast between us, why are you opening up so quickly?” Neji shook his head slightly, almost disbelieving what he had just heard. Itachi felt how he wanted to pull his hand back but he refused to let it go.
“Are you regretting starting this between us?” he then spat out. He was dragged forward so their faces were just millimetres apart and an arm wrapped itself around his waist. “Let me go!”
“I will never regret that.” Those five words, so honestly spoken stilled his struggle. He sighed and hung his head, mentally going over and over the question, trying to come up with something to say. He knew that it was strange, to say the least, to progress so quickly in their relationship but…
“We don’t have a lot of time to waste.” He was careful to look at Itachi as he said it and was surprised as lips crashed against his almost desperately. He responded with equal enthusiasm but his eyes darkened as he went over his answer. It was childish but it simply wasn’t fair that there was a very high chance that he would have to leave this behind in two years. Two years were nothing compared to a lifetime. Itachi wanted him to open up and granted, he wasn’t the first to try and coax Neji out of his shell but it wasn’t the same. Only he seemed to understand what he had been and was still going through.
Even if Itachi didn’t have a seal ingrained on his forehead, Neji knew it was there. The Uchiha-clan would rather clip his wings than let him be any less than they expected him to be. But Itachi was far greater than his cage. Neji didn’t doubt even for a moment that one day he would be free, that he would soar in the sky instead of being shackled to the earth. It was a nice ideal that Neji would be there with him. And it was this hope that urged him forward, that made him trust someone he had only known for two months.
They were so alike in many aspects to the point that it was pure idiocy to lay blame on coincidence. For the first time in his life Neji thanked fate, for giving him the chance to meet someone that got him. And if he looked at Itachi’s behaviour towards him, he guessed the other man felt the same.
“I know we don’t,” Itachi whispered in his mouth. An arm wrapped around his neck and pulled him close, their hands still held tightly.
“Two years is a long time,” Neji said as he pulled back his head. He knew he was contradicting his sound reasoning and what Itachi had just said but it was nice to utter such a thing since it gave momentary relief, fool’s hope. He laughed breathily as he noticed Itachi’s sceptic expression but then it became softer.
“A very long time, yes.” As he heard it, he laughed again. They both were well-aware that it was said to humour Neji but it helped to lift the broody atmosphere that hung between them. Itachi stroked Neji’s hand with his thumb briefly and then let go. His hand found the shower-head and he turned it on and soaked them both with water, rinsing off two-day old dirt. He slyly looked at Neji and felt his attraction towards him only increasing as he saw that slender built which still held so much strength in it. His eyes hilted at the scar on his left-shoulder, knowing that when that wound was still raw and fresh, Neji nearly died. They went upwards and he saw Neji with his eyes closed, enjoying the warm water cascading down his body. Deeming them both clean enough, he turned off the shower and placed it back in its frame.
He wrapped his arms loosely around Neji’s waist and hauled him closer until he was once again sitting. Itachi kissed him and felt him relax instantly. He couldn’t help but feel proud of himself that he could calm him so smoothly. It was purely because of his iron will that he could prevent an erection from forming, something that normally cost him no effort – few people had caught his eye in the past – but now took a lot of restraint. He broke the kiss and Neji laid his head on his shoulder. Itachi went to lean against the edge of the tub and Neji simply followed with him.
[-]
It wasn’t at all bad, Neji thought as he was brushing his hair. It was… tranquil even. He was glad that he had decided to join Itachi in the bath. Even if it hadn’t been relaxing the entire time, it felt good to be able to voice their thoughts on their relationship; their doubts and – perhaps feeble – hopes.
Itachi watched him sitting cross-legged on the bed and brushing that long hair, only dressed in a pair of black briefs. After all, what’s the point in getting fully dressed again after you’ve seen each other naked while drying off and were getting ready to go to bed?
And they still had one entire day and night left. He had calculated that if they left here on the fourth day around noon, they would make it back in time. Tsunade would probably look at him strangely for being so abnormally late but he knew she wouldn’t figure out what was really happening if he made up a good mission-report, which is what he was doing now. If only he wouldn’t be so distracted. His eyes kept turning back to the bed. Deciding that his efforts were useless, he stood up from the chair and walked across the room.
Neji regained his focus and had to swallow. Itachi really was the incarnation of a god in his eyes. Long and muscular legs ending in a narrow waist, leading up to a toned and hairless chest and then that face… The shorter parts of his hair framed it perfectly and only enhanced its ethereal beauty with softly-rounded cheekbones, a small nose and wide, almond-shaped eyes that on first glance, almost appeared too big, accentuated by naturally narrow eyebrows.

And this man had taken an interest in him, both physically and emotionally.
Itachi stretched himself out on the bed and nudged Neji. “You ready to sleep?”

One last stroke with his brush and he and Itachi got under the covers. Now, Neji took the initiative and crawled towards Itachi, positioning himself against his side. Itachi wormed his arm under Neji’s head and kissed him and after a moment, placed his lips briefly on his forehead.
[-]
Someone was touching his hair. His instincts wanted to seize the hand and twist it painfully but then he remembered where he was. Now he allowed himself to enjoy the raking movements while slowly waking up. It felt nice to awaken like this, not having to think or worry about anything.
He lifted his head and saw Itachi below him, still playing with his hair. Shyly, he looked him in the eye, all too aware of his body’s current state. Although he didn’t dare to take any initiative, he could still vividly remember how it had felt to have an orgasm – he only masturbated if his erection refused to wither and tried to quickly get it over with, the sensations not at all as good as he had heard some men describing in details that were disgustingly vivid. That had changed though after that thing with Itachi near the river.
Itachi saw Neji with remnants of sleep clear in his eyes and his morning-erection poking in his thigh. His body was having the same problem; Neji however, didn’t make any move to get up. Settling his hands on a narrow waist, he rolled them over so he was lying on top and smirked at Neji. It certainly was a nice surprise that unlike before, he just went with the motions instead of hurrying away from him. Lowering his waist, he moved his mouth to Neji’s and enjoyed the muffled gasps that were already spilling over soft lips. No longer able to resist, he kissed him as he ground their hips together more firmly.
Neji slid his eyes closed, the initial embarrassment still there. He didn’t want to look up and catch Itachi’s intense stare and even if he trusted him already more than anyone else, it still demanded a small surrender that went beyond kissing or embracing. In moments like these, you could catch a person at his weakest. The only reason why he didn’t push Itachi off was because it still felt good and because part of him wanted these touches, wanted to give himself completely. If it turned out to be anything like the last time, Neji knew that these moments of awkwardness would make it worthwhile.
“Stop thinking,” Itachi chastised him. White eyes flew open, making it clear that Itachi had thought correctly. “Just go with it.”

Neji squirmed a bit, although not pushing Itachi away. His head was stroked and he bit his lip shyly.
Itachi wanted to groan, Neji’s innocent behaviour affecting him deeply. He clearly had no idea exactly how attractive he was. Deciding to take slightly drastic measures, he slid a hand inside Neji’s briefs and wrapped skilful fingers around the hard muscle, giving it a short jerk. As he saw the blood streaming to Neji’s cheeks and heard a gasp escaping him, he let out a breath himself. He leaned on his other arm so it supported his upper body as he continued the ministrations on Neji’s erection, placing kisses on a slightly-opened mouth. His actions proved to be rewarding as Neji’s hips rolled into his touch, instinctually craving further pleasure. He pulled him in his lap and slipped both hands in the pair of briefs, cupping a firm behind. Neji had wrapped his arms around his neck and let out silent but keening noises as their erections touched through the layers of thin clothing.
Itachi smirked, quickly finding a pattern in Neji’s behaviour whenever it concerned something sexual. By thinking logically, it wasn’t really hard to fathom that someone so untouched is very hesitant at first but quickly surrenders once he finds that the sensations are truly baffling. It felt divine to shut down your brain for even just a few seconds.
His hands gripped Neji’s ass firmly, shoving his narrow hips closer to his. Lips found the sensitive skin on his lower-neck and nibbled gently. Itachi could practically feel Neji’s smirk after a breath tumbled from his lips and was relieved to find that his theory had proven to be correct; Neji quickly gained confidence once the pleasure built between them.
He activated his Sharingan, letting his eyes slide over every little stretch of skin they could reach. He wanted to remember this moment, this body, these sensations in himself Neji could cause so simply with just a look at him. He knew that he rendered himself weak by giving in so easily in all aspects of their relation but he didn’t care, he honestly didn’t. Neji could hold a kunai up to his neck, murder-intent radiating off him and he would lean forward, letting the blade break skin. He would not hesitate for a moment. He was manic when it came to Neji, obsessive and Neji let him, revelled in it even though he didn’t easily admit it. This was what he needed: something so all-consuming that it rendered them both defenceless.
He snapped his hips up faster and caught Neji’s lips, letting his tongue slip in. Their erections were shoved together as close as their position allowed but it wasn’t enough for him and he hoped Neji would feel the same. Slowly, he slid Neji’s briefs lower, the question clear. Neji stilled for a moment before doing the same with Itachi’s, his hands then moving up to untie his hair. They stood up on the bed simultaneously, quickly shedding the other’s last piece of clothing. Neji’s cheeks were blazing, his awkwardness back but Itachi lowered them again, settling himself on top of Neji.
He looked him straight in the eye, making sure that Neji wasn’t doing this for him but because he wanted it himself. A spark of lust was poorly concealed under a layer of shyness in those pearlescent eyes and he placed a hand on Neji’s cheek, his hips already creating the desired friction. Neji’s legs slowly spread further, making their positioning easier and both their eyes fluttered close for a moment.
Neji let his head fall back and bit his lip as pleasure coursed through him, seeming to touch every nerve in his body. As he opened his eyes again, he saw Itachi hovering over him, his arms on each side of his head for support while he moved his lower body. Neji felt slightly guilty for his lack of assistance but wasn’t quite sure how to cooperate, the whole situation new to him. His mind tried to come up with a solution through the sparks of pleasure but he was hesitant with his options, wondering if they would actually work.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” Itachi whispered to him. The moment he did, his mouth formed an ‘o’ as the new position only heightened the sensations. He could already feel it building up, the same as last time and he wanted it now, he craved it. His hips moved frantically and he clenched his jaws, a desperate noise seeping through.
“Let go,” he heard and it was as if he needed that little soft-spoken command. A cry formed in his throat and he didn’t even try and stop it, he wanted Itachi to hear it, to know what he was doing to him. Semen spilled on their stomachs and Neji heard Itachi’s own moan, signalling his completion. They shared a searing kiss, their bodies still trembling. Itachi reached for one of the discarded briefs and wiped away the minuscule puddles of semen. He gathered Neji in his arms again, back against stomach and threw a blanket over their naked bodies.
“Beautiful,” was the last thing Neji heard before he drifted off to sleep again.
[-]
Itachi had been right; the Hokage did look at him puzzled for ending the mission just barely on time. However, she apparently didn’t have the time to ask any more questions after the briefing because she focused on Neji. “You’ll be going on a mission immediately, Neji. Sabaku no Gaara has been kidnapped by Akatsuki. The others of Team Gai are already waiting at the training grounds for you. They’ll give you all further details. Dismissed.”
Neji gave a firm nod and stepped out of the building, closely followed by Itachi.

“Be careful,” he heard softly.
He turned and then smiled at Itachi. ”Hai.”
Itachi watched him leave and a frown appeared on his face. He knew what Akatsuki was capable of, far too well even. While he had much faith in Neji and his strength, the opponents he would be facing were the most notorious missing-nin in all the countries, and all of them not batting an eye when killing someone, even thriving on their bloodlust. He wouldn’t have a good night’s sleep until Neji was back, safely in his arms.

Preview Chapter IV
“Orochimaru’s dead.”

Madara smiled, his black hair swaying in the wind. “I believe we have you to thank for that.”

Itachi retrieved the ring he had snatched off of Orochimaru’s finger from his pocket and held it up so Madara could see it.

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