When the Moon Comes Out from Behind the Shadows

Itachi stood in Nagato's room, near the sitting area, and waited while his master changed into his robe for the night. A few weeks had passed since he first came to serve Nagato, and every night, after dinner he had followed his master to the private chambers where they would sometimes talk or sit in comfortable silence until they both fell asleep.

Their conversations taught him a little more about his new life and master. Overall Nagato appeared to be a kind and gracious master. Patient in ways Itachi had never expected. Not once had he been asked to do more than sit and talk or sleep in the same bed. His company seemed to be enjoyed well enough even on nights were there was little more between them than the clicking noise of the cicadas singing.

There had been a few days when Nagato had even allowed him to spend time outside with the children, but mostly, Itachi stayed by his side, even during important meetings—which often consisted of conversations he knew nothing about. Regardless, it impressed upon him that he had an important role by Nagato's side as his Master's support by whatever means were required of him.

Last night, though, after they had retired to Nagato's private chambers, more had unexpectedly happened. An elaborate dinner had just ended and after sitting by Nagato's side while strangers came to talk politics, Itachi had been asked if he wanted to retire. The evening had left him tired and bored so he agreed, eager to get away from the negotiations and polite talk that only served to get in Nagato's favor.

While Nagato didn’t push the issue, Itachi had been kissed and fondled a few times. Dinner had gone well only he noticed his master had consumed more wine than usual. He felt that must have accounted somewhat for Nagato’s boldness. Still it had left his mind continuously going back to what had transpired between them to the point of obsessiveness.

The feel of Nagato's lips pressed roughly against his had left Itachi hard and aching for more. And the way he had been touched so intimately only to have it end almost as quickly as it started had him thinking all night and today about why Nagato had stopped. Perhaps it had been too late?

Or, Itachi wondered if he should have been more responsive and encouraging. After all, he had an obligation to his master to be honest with how he felt, and given what they did last night, he couldn’t deny he had been curious to see where it would go. Nor could he deny the pleasure that had enveloped him.

But would the same thing happen tonight? Would he succumb to Nagato’s wants, or would they end up going to sleep? He still found it hard to read what Nagato's expressions, something he was determined to get better at so he could anticipate his master's needs better.

Nagato came out of the wash room and sat down on the bed. “Come here, Itachi.” He motioned for Itachi to come closer.

Itachi took off his outer shirt, folded it neatly, and set it down on the chair closest to him. He didn't want to fall asleep with it on, knowing that he would get too hot in the middle of the night. He glided across the room before carefully taking his place on the bed. Itachi sat still and waited for his next instructions. Instead of receiving them, strong arms pulled him closer to the warmth he sought.

“Don't tense up like that,” Nagato gently demanded. “Relax and enjoy the moment.”

Itachi tried to get his body to relax and bask in the quietness of the evening, but after awhile the silence began to unnerve him. He shifted his position so that he faced Nagato. “My lord?”

He only received a chuckle in response. Then Nagato leaned down and kissed him, and Itachi felt a spark of pleasure flow through him like it had whenever Nagato had touched him yesterday. He had expected it to feel good. The Uchiha Priests had told him their God had special powers to make his life pleasurable and comfortable for the next two hundred years. Still, the sensation was new to him, and he wasn't sure how to handle it.

“What are you thinking about?” Nagato’s fingers moved along Itachi’s neck and up to his right ear before stopping at the lobe and running his finger over it. “Tell me.”

“I was thinking when you’ll ask me to fully serve you?” Itachi paused, uncertain if he was taking his answer too far by asking more questions. “And what my time with you will be like?”

Nagato smiled and whispered teasingly into Itachi’s ear. “Ah. And here I thought you already were serving me."

“I’m asking seriously.” Itachi knew that Nagato was trying to put him at ease, but the longer they waited to address it, the more anxious he became.

“Always looking to the future and what will happen next.” Nagato murmured, running his fingers through Itachi’s hair. “Is that what you want, Itachi?”

“My body is yours to take.” Itachi moved Nagato’s hand down into his lap, hoping the tightness in his pants would speak for itself.

“I’m well aware that I could take what I want from you without any resistance. That wasn’t my question, though.” Nagato nipped and licked along Itachi’s jaw and earlobe. “How far do you want this to go, Itachi? Do you want me inside of you tonight?” he finished, dropping his voice low enough that Itachi barely heard him.

“You make me feel…” Itachi’s body shivered from the sensations along his ear, and he tried to put how he felt into words and failed. He moved his hips forward, pushing his erection against the palm of Nagato's hand. “I’m more than willing.”

Nagato lifted Itachi up and into his lap. “Are you now?” he teased while he touched the inside of Itachi’s thighs.

Itachi leaned closer until their lips almost touched. His body reacted well to Nagato’s affections. The hardness between his legs ached and left him eager for more. “Yes.”

“Take off your pants.” Nagato cupped Itachi’s face and kissed him on the cheek. “I want to see”—Nagato’s hands opened up Itachi's shirt and slid it off his shoulders, then moved down to his chest, stopping to gently pull and rub his nipples—“all of you.”

Itachi reluctantly pulled away and stood up. His fingers fumbled a few times before he was able to undo the tie that held his pants up and then loosen it so he could pull them down. While Itachi undressed, Nagato opened up his robe, exposing his muscled body compacted into his lean frame—even though he wasn’t the most physically imposing man, his attitude and confidence more than made up for it.

Unable to stop staring, Itachi stood there for a moment and let it sink in what they were about to do. The casualness of Nagato’s undressing hit him, and his legs shook like they would give way if he moved while his hands nervously moved along his hips.

Nagato urged him back to the bed with a tug on his arm. “Lie down,” he commanded.

His knees sunk into the soft mattress, soon followed by his hands. Itachi crawled to the middle of the bed, laid down, and then waited for Nagato to come to him. He felt lucky that he had managed to do so with some grace and his pride somewhat intact.

Closing his eyes for a brief moment, he wondered if he wasn’t pushing himself into this too much. He had never felt so exposed and vulnerable in his life. All the nervousness from earlier seemed to build up at once, and he didn’t move, worried that if he did, his body would start shaking again. But when he opened his eyes back up and saw the way Nagato was watching him, Itachi knew it felt right.

“You look perfect, lying there, spread out for me.” Nagato’s hands slowly moved up Itachi’s stomach to his chest.

Heat spread over Itachi’s body from hearing those words and Nagato’s touch. He resisted the urge to squirm underneath a blanket and cover himself up from the way he was being stared at. It was harder being the sole focus of Nagato’s attention than he thought it’d be.

Instead of allowing his embarrassment get the better of him, he slowly reached down and touched his nipples, pausing briefly to tug on them. Even though they shook a little, his fingers continued their way down, wrapping around the base of his cock and pulling upwards.

He leisurely stroked his hand up and down along his shaft, his eyes never leaving Nagato’s. The pupils in his master’s eyes had dilated—the lilac color of his irises looked smaller and less visible—pleasing Itachi that he was doing a good job of turning him on. Moving his other hand down lower, he pressed a finger near his entrance and a soft moan slipped passed his lips.

Immediately, his hands were moved out of the way and set down next to the side of his body. Itachi took a deep breath and held it for a moment before exhaling slowly. His normal grasp on patience was running thin tonight.

Nagato moved closer to Itachi. “Let me do it.” His fingers lightly caressed Itachi’s erection and then gently touched his ball sac.

Itachi moved his hips upwards and spread his legs even more, trying to get more contact and make more room. When Nagato’s hand gently wrapped around his cock, he gasped at the new sensations stimulating his body.

It felt so much better with someone else touching him, and knowing that he was desirable to his master only enhanced the pleasure he felt.

The stroking fast enough to excite him but slow enough to keep him on the edge of orgasm and make him crave more. Closing his eyes, Itachi allowed himself to get lost in all the attention paid to his body. He tried to keep quiet but couldn’t control the needy keens spilling out of his mouth.

Then suddenly the wonderful friction was gone, and Itachi cried out, frustrated about the sudden loss of contact. He opened his eyes questioningly.

“Do you want this?” Nagato asked Itachi again. “Do you fully accept to serve my every whim and desire? Because, if you say yes, I will hold you to it. There will be no turning back”

Itachi knew that he was being given a choice yet again, which hadn’t been what he expected. Hadn’t he made himself clear enough? If he said no, could he trust Nagato to still provide his clan with strength and power? He knew the answer was a yes. Realization swept over him that knowing that was enough.

“Yes, I’m sure I want this.” Itachi leaned up on his elbows and looked directly at Nagato so that his words would be taken seriously. “Please don’t stop, my L—Nagato.”

The thought then occurred to him that he would have to be the one to take the initiative. Itachi got up from his spot and crawled to the edge of the bed. He let his body slip down onto his knees and opened up the front of Nagato’s pants. Taking out the thick erection before him, he lightly ran his tongue over the tip. The skin tasted slightly salty and felt warm in his mouth. He ignored the urge to pull back and get his bearings, choosing instead to slowly take more into his mouth to test how well he could handle it.

Once he was able to get used to the feeling of his mouth being full, Itachi used his tongue to touch and tease along the shaft. It took him a moment to adjust to breathing through his nose, but once he did, he was able to steady out his rhythm. He reached his right hand down so he could grasp the bottom and hold Nagato steady. Even though he didn’t have any experience doing this, he hoped his enthusiasm made up for it.

Looking up he watched Nagato's reaction to make sure he was pleasuring his master properly. He found that by switching back and forth between sucking and humming, he'd get a reaction. Each and every one of those moans made it worth it. Nagato's eyes were half closed—his breaths coming out in short gasps, hands threaded through Itachi's hair, holding him in place and gently massaging his scalp.

A few moments later, his head was gently moved backwards until Nagato’s cock slipped from his mouth. Before he could figure out why he was stopped, Itachi found himself flipped over onto his back. The sheets felt cool on his back but the heat above him from Nagato’s body caused his skin to moisten with sweat.

Nagato pinned his arms above his head and pushed a knee between his legs. Itachi shifted his hips and spread his legs open again. Even though he knew he could struggle and get out of Nagato’s grasp, the feeling of being held down and at his master's mercy excited him.

“Stay put.” Nagato's teeth scraped along Itachi's neck, lightly digging in. “I want to finish where I left off.”

Itachi watched Nagato reach over him to dip his fingers into the oil that lay on the small table next to the bed. Lying still, he let out a shaky breath while he waited for the inevitable penetration that he would feel.

Nagato settled between his legs and spread them out further. When the first finger rubbed along the outside of his anus, Itachi’s hips pushed back away from it. The intrusion felt strange, foreign to him, and he hoped that it would be different once Nagato was inside of him.

His desire to move away from the strange sensation must have been apparent because Nagato stopped and almost pulled away.

“No, don’t stop.” Itachi could feel Nagato’s hesitance, and he understood it well. He must have seemed like he didn't want it. They could fool around and leave it at that, but he didn’t want to stop tonight. “Please don't stop. I only need to get used to it.”

“As you wish.” Nagato’s fingers moved again, this time slower.

It felt more erotic than before with the way Nagato’s breathing deepened and how his other hand caressed Itachi’s thigh. He resisted the urge to pull his body back when Nagato’s two fingers probed deeper. He knew that being patient and relaxing the best he could would give him a more favorable experience, but there was a part of him that wanted to get it over with like quickly pulling a bandage off of a scrape. It stung at first but slowly doing it only prolonged the sting.

His discomfort obviously bothered Nagato more than Itachi realized. Leaning up on his elbows once more, he watched his master’s tongue lick along the shaft before gently sucking on the tip of his cock. He let out a needy moan. Itachi had never felt anything like it before. His hips tried to move upwards only to be held down again.

Enjoying the warmth and wetness covering his cock, his eyes closed until all he could see was the faint outline of Nagato’s head. Even though Itachi wanted to watch more clearly, his body had succumbed to the pleasure.

When he felt another of Nagato’s fingers slip inside of him, he kept still for a moment. Then Itachi moved his hips back and forth to test it out and to see how it felt having something moving inside of him. “I’m ready.”

“This’ll hurt at first,” Nagato pulled Itachi’s legs over his shoulders and added a fourth finger. “Though, I will try to prepare you the best I can so nothing will tear.”

Itachi’s feet bore down onto the bedding while Nagato slowly and carefully moved his fingers around a few more times before pulling them out. The anticipation left him nervous and unsure of what to do but wait. His legs were moved and bent forward so that they touched his chest and his lower half was moved closer so that he could feel Nagato’s cock brushing across his balls.

When Nagato pushed inside of him at first it burned and felt odd. Different from the fingers yet just as intrusive. More so even. The pain felt minimal, and the inside of him had become uncomfortably full. Itachi clamped his mouth shut, not wanting to seem displeased and moved back against the bed, trying to figure out some way to get more comfortable. Their bodies both stilled once Nagato was fully sheathed in him.

“Relax,” Nagato told him, something that proved harder than Itachi thought. “Don't tense up,” Nagato added, kissing along Itachi's neck and jaw.

Once the strange feeling subsided, Itachi gently moved his hips forward. Nagato gasped, and Itachi looked up and did it again. Strong hands stopped him from moving anymore. He could tell his master was trying to gain control again so he patiently waited. Then they started to move. Itachi’s body followed Nagato’s movements, his breaths coming out in short gasps. The odd feeling gave way to pleasure, and his erection started to grow once more.

Nagato’s right hand grasped his cock and started to slowly slide up and down his shaft, moving his foreskin back and forth. The sensation of having his cock stimulated along with each slow thrust inside of him drove him crazy. A part of him wanted it faster, yet he also wanted to enjoy the moment.

Itachi cried out when Nagato pushed his legs further against his torso and penetrated him deeper. His knees and chest ached from them pressing against each other. Leaning down Nagato captured his lips in a kiss before threading his fingers through Itachi’s hair.

“That’s it. Let me hear how much you enjoy this.” Nagato snapped his hips quicker, bearing down onto Itachi. “Sing for me.”

Itachi gave up on unsuccessfully trying to muffle the vulgar noises coming out of his mouth. The sexual tension in his body began to build to the point where it felt like it would explode. When Nagato started moving faster, he knew they were both close to their limits. Their flesh slapping together and their short, quick breaths and moans were the only sounds resonating in his mind.

Pleasure tore through Itachi when he came. His fingers dug deep into Nagato's back, and his legs shook. Cum splattered against his stomach, and Itachi rolled his hips downwards to get as much pleasure as he could. His face warmed at the thought of coming so quickly. but the embarrassment quickly dissipated as he watched Nagato close his eyes and cry out.

After Nagato carefully pulled out of him. Itachi felt the warm fluid inside of him start to drip out so he shifted his legs closed, unsure of how else to stop himself from making a mess all over the bed. He let himself sink into the bed. All his energy was drained. His body ached, and while he knew he’d probably feel sore in the morning, he felt too satiated to worry about what tomorrow would bring.

Closing his eyes, he breathed in deeply, feeling the bed dip and his master leave. Soon he felt a warm, wet cloth move across his body while Nagato cleaned him off. When the wetness left his body, he cracked and eye open and watched Nagato settle in next to him. It still felt too hot to cover up. Itachi moved so that he lay partially on his side and tried to get comfortable.

“How long will I be with you?” Itachi fingers gripped the sheets beneath him, again wondering if he was asking too many questions. “What happens when my time is up and you have another brought to you?”

Nagato closed his eyes and sighed. “That is a long way off, Itachi. Who’s to say you won’t tire of me by then or find someone else?”

“Is that what usually happens?” Itachi turned his head to look at Nagato. “Do they usually leave you?”

“Sometimes, yes. Other times it doesn’t work out for various reasons. Two hundred years is a long time. You’re worrying over something that is too far away.” Nagato’s hand moved across Itachi’s chest and gently patted it. “Now sleep and be content with the present.”

“That sounds like a lonely existence.” Itachi looked over at Nagato, unable to read the serious expression on his face. “How do you cope with that?”

Nagato pulled a thin blanket over their bodies and wrapped his arms around Itachi. “I don’t do this agreement for my benefit, Itachi.”

“If I stay with you will you end the agreement and keep supporting my clan?” Itachi suddenly asked.

“Perhaps, but how do you know you’ll want to stay after that long of a time?” Nagato’s fingers caressed Itachi’s hair, and he had a thoughtful look on his face. “Many things can happen between now and then.”

“I won’t leave,” Itachi answered quietly. “Not unless you send me away.”

A soft chuckle ghosted across his ear. “Then sleep. Tomorrow we can take a walk in the forest.”

Itachi closed his eyes and smiled. He had wanted to go into the forest ever since that first day Nagato took him outside and had mentioned it a couple times. But he never expected to be allowed past the garden area. After all, he would have plenty of time to all those things with Nagato.

Snuggling deeper into the bed, he rested his head on Nagato’s shoulder and allowed sleep to overcome him, a small smile still on his lips and his thoughts on still on their walk tomorrow, for once only thinking of present.