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Nine Paths	By : kayura_sanada Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 11704 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, Naruto Shippuuden, or any of the characters. Which is probably for the best. Obviously, I am making no money off this story.

Chapter List
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Chapter Four: Gate Four – Itachi
For those concerned or interested: no, this will not turn into an ItaNaru fic, though Lima Syndrome has clearly formed, and Stockholm Syndrome might, as well.
Naruto didn't know time like most ninja did. He couldn't sit and count the minutes down. All he could do was lie, too hurt to move now that the link was gone, and feel, one by one, the worst of the injuries close. It took time. Too much time; Naruto knew they wouldn't all heal by the time... by the time Itachi's turn came up.
His gut clenched, twisted. He wanted to puke at the very thought of Sasuke's brother doing that to him. Yet another part of him was resigned, horribly resigned, and he railed against it. He didn't want to accept what they were doing to him. Didn't want to fall to their depravity.
He curled onto his side the moment he could stand to do so. He was hyper aware of his nakedness, just as he was hyper aware that none of Akatsuki had actually left for the hour of his recuperation. In fact, save for the times individuals had come down to... to... do things, they'd all stood up there on the tips of those fingers. He remembered, as if looking back on the past of someone else, the talk of some sort of ritual. Maybe they needed to be up there to complete it?
Something close to hope blossomed in his chest. Now all he needed was a plan.
“It's time,” someone above said, and Naruto tensed. He saw movement on the right thumb, a gesture of some sort. And then Itachi stepped down off the right ring finger. Naruto struggled to get up.
“Naruto.” That deep voice made Naruto shiver and look up. He found Itachi walking toward him, that sharingan gaze assessing. He waited for some filthy insult, or some sort of innuendo. But Itachi said nothing more. Naruto's shoulder still hurt, his ass ached, but the Kyuubi's power had managed to heal enough of it that the wounds had all mostly closed, save the deep ache in his shoulder that still burned but no longer felt like broken shards of bone were cutting into his veins. As he sat up, he noticed his ass didn't hurt half so much as it probably should. He hadn't gotten a lick of the Kyuubi's power for himself.
He had to get those bastards off their pedestals. It was all he could do. Maybe if he hit them? But no; without his chakra, it would just be another injury for him. Maybe he could make them come down? How?
He glared at Itachi as he got onto one knee. His arms hurt from being trapped behind him. It was a minor enough injury that the Kyuubi seemed to have skipped over that wound. Or maybe it would have hurt more? He didn't know. He didn't know how much time had passed, save the hour; it felt like eons. “You gonna beat me, too? You're lucky I don't have my chakra; you'd be begging me for your life otherwise.”
Itachi's brows didn't furrow. His lips didn't quirk or fall. He was like a robot. But thinking about robots made Naruto think of Sasori, and he didn't want to remember those moments.
Naruto resigned himself to a useless fight. But if he didn't fight, he might fall into despair. And he couldn't. He couldn't just lie down and let these bastards use him. No matter how pathetic his attempts would be. No matter how quickly he might be defeated. Would be defeated.
He ran forward, nearly tripping as his ass pinged a new level of pain. He felt the Kyuubi's power encircle his body, focusing on his injuries even as Naruto ducked down, trying to trip Itachi up. The man didn't seem to so much as move, but suddenly he was closer, to Naruto's right. He was just as expressionless as ever. Naruto snarled and tried to headbutt the man in the chest. It wasn't surprising to find Itachi's hands on his shoulders, holding him out from the man's body, too far to make contact.
But he fell to his knees, anyway, as shocking warmth zinged down from Itachi's touch to his crotch. He gasped. Itachi's fingers dug in, and the pleasure beat into his skin.
“I've caught you in my Tsukiyomi,” Itachi said, his voice monotone. Those fingers flexed again. Naruto wriggled. Gasped again. “While what we do will still happen, it will be pleasurable for you. Now listen to me.”
Naruto bit back a groan and tried to pull away. Any small hope he'd had that this wouldn't happen had been dashed. What we do. What we? Itachi finally let him go, and Naruto stumbled to his feet. He pulled his lips back and bared his teeth, not realizing he looked exactly like a trapped animal. “Listen to you?” He spat. “What possible excuse could you have for this... this...” He couldn't find the words and hated how vulnerable and scared he felt. His ass no longer throbbed with every pulse, and that, more than anything else, brought his heart up to his throat. Now there would be nothing to stop them from continuing.
Itachi let Naruto take only one step away before following after him. It felt like being stalked. Naruto stumbled back. “Your mentor won't be here for several more hours. He's being led on a chase by an underling of ours. He'll be kept busy.”
Naruto shook his head. He didn't want to hear it. Didn't want to lose any more hope than he already had. “Why are you telling me this?” he asked. He'd wanted to sound strong. Flippant. He just sounded broken.
“So you can understand the importance of what else I'm going to tell you.” Naruto bumped against something, and he realized he'd backed himself up against the face of the stone statue. He bent back as Itachi crowded his space, as Itachi placed one hand on either side of Naruto's head and leaned down until his forehead nearly bumped into Naruto's. “So listen.”
Naruto barely dared to breathe. They weren't touching, but Naruto could feel the heat from Itachi's skin. He leaned back until his back was bowed around his arms. It nearly made his chest bump into Itachi's. He could feel the fabric of Itachi's cloak on his nipples. “I don't want to listen to anything you have to say,” Naruto snapped.
“When you hear a rumbling, as of stone against stone, and the earth shakes, run behind this.” And Itachi nodded to the statue Naruto leaned against. The man raised a thumb and slid it against Naruto's cheek. He hissed in a breath as another jolt sang along his nerves. His legs buckled. He felt his cock twitch. “Beyond the darkness, you'll find a narrowing of the cave. Follow it. It will lead to a small passage, and then to a little room. You'll find your exit there.”
Naruto gasped as Itachi's other hand came to rest on his neck. Every single finger brought new shocks against his skin. Naruto clenched his hands into fists. “Why... should I believe you?” He made to try to shove Itachi away, but as soon as he did, Itachi shoved him back with one hand. With the other, he clipped off his cloak, then, as it pooled around his feet, removed his headband. This wasn't part of the genjutsu, Naruto realized. He had to actually take his clothes off, because he was actually getting naked. Naruto struggled harder, but once more he felt the strength in Itachi's hand, the strength that came from using chakra. He snarled and reached for his own, pulled and tugged, but it slipped away, a tiny ball that was almost nothing more than his imagination. And that damn hand on his chest. He shuddered as jolt after jolt of feeling crescendoed against him. His cock actually rose. He kicked at Itachi as he twisted off his shoes – at least Itachi didn't look stoic anymore; no one could while shimmying their shoes off – and pulled down his pants with one hand. Of course Naruto's foot landed on Itachi's bare thigh, and the burst came all over again. From his foot. Hell.
He fell against the wall as warmth spread from Itachi's hand. He was hard, stupidly hard from just Itachi's still palm on his chest. He breathed heavily.
Itachi pulled off the shirt as much as he could, then the netting underneath, leaving them hanging off the hand holding Naruto down. When he shifted from one hand to the other and slid it all the way off, naked in the way only Hidan had bothered getting, Naruto struggled anew. His eyes caught on Itachi's member, the hard length of it despite how Itachi's eyes seemed almost to flicker with distaste. Naruto didn't want that thing anywhere near him. He kicked Itachi's shins, hoping to make him lose his balance. Itachi ignored his attacks like the kicks were mosquito bites.
Now that he was completely naked, Itachi grabbed Naruto's upper arms and dragged him to the floor. Naruto arched his back at the sudden change in pleasure, the warm, steady throb switching places, alighting nerves all over again. He bit back his groan, but couldn't help but pant for breath.
“This is better than pain,” Itachi said, and Naruto thought maybe he should argue, because feeling pleasure when you don't want to feels like your very body is betraying you, but Itachi was already tracing a path from Naruto's arms to his chest. His thumbs rubbed over Naruto's nipples, and he jerked, arching his back all over again as the feeling made white spots dance in his vision. Itachi let his thumbs rest there for a moment, then he lifted his fingers and squeezed. The electric feeling grew, multiplied, until Naruto thrashed his head from side to side and made stupid little noises. He heard someone above make a grunting noise. Good god, it sounded like someone was getting off to this.
Itachi's hands finally trailed down, and Naruto thought to maybe push him off or kick him away. Itachi just sat down on Naruto's legs, and his vision swam. He lurched up, nearly sitting, but Itachi just pushed him back down, his hands never leaving Naruto's chest. He shivered. He could feel each nerve trail after Itachi's hands, could feel the same pleasure sweep up from his legs, trapped beneath Itachi's, to his groin. But worse was the hot blaze that centered from the skin above his knee as Itachi leaned over him, granting him some semblance of privacy and bouncing the very tip of Itachi's dick against the inside of his hip. He groaned. Tried again to roll Itachi off, needing to put some space between them in order to think. Itachi just leaned down and sucked on Naruto's neck. He keened.
Fires burned all over his body, lighting him up as Itachi trailed his fingers down until they rested on his hips. He kneaded into the tight skin there, and Naruto found his body quivering, trying to arch up even as he fought for control. Itachi bit lightly at his neck, a small fascimile of Hidan's own move that somehow made Naruto suck in a breath and tremble. Itachi licked at the bite. Naruto shivered. The fire rolled along the nerves and down through his chest. He trembled.
“Stop.” But Itachi slid his fingers lower, just a bit, and he gasped and jolted up once more. Itachi placed one hand on his chest again, but this time when he pushed Naruto back, he went slowly, slowly placing pressure on him until he felt back, his entire body trembling like a newborn foal, every ounce of him needing to sit back up, every part of him knowing nothing would go anywhere, for better or for worse, until he acquiesced.
Itachi surveyed his handiwork, his eyes nearly empty as he swept his gaze over Naruto. He touched Naruto's nipple again, lightly splayed one hand over his pectoral and rubbed. Naruto nearly launched himself up, only stopping when Itachi's mouth finally slipped into the beginning of a frown. If he was pushed back down again, he didn't think he could handle it. The humiliation of begging for it again. He clenched his eyes shut. His breath was ragged and horribly, horribly loud in his ears.
Itachi moved, just a bit, twisting his hips over Naruto's. Naruto heard him reach for something. Heard the shuffling of cloth. He opened his eyes in time to see Itachi rip a piece of his own pants. That frown still marred that face, more lines added to the two under his eyes. When he was done ripping, he looked back to Naruto.
Still no chakra. No – there! He thought he could feel it, like a little red marble, or the light of a candle.
Then Itachi touched his dick.
Forget the stupid chakra marble; Naruto nearly screamed as he launched himself up, the white-hot light staining his vision. Itachi's fingers were callused, but gentle, the touch alighting so many nerves Naruto thought there should have been some sort of explosion. He hardly felt what else Itachi was doing, his every sense straining against gravity, against that thin layer between anticipation and release.
And then pain, horrible pain, as something cut off the white river. Naruto keened and fell back to the floor, panting, shaking. He felt something around his dick – not Itachi's fingers, not anymore, thank everything – but something tight. He looked down to find the scrap of clothing tied around the base of his cock. He stared wide-eyed at the ring of black.
Slowly, again, Itachi pushed him back to the floor. “You're going too fast. Teenage hormones, I suppose,” Itachi said, his voice quiet. Yet still, someone above them chuckled. Naruto shivered.
“Here,” Itachi said, and he stroked down from Naruto's chest to his hips again. Naruto bucked as another deep shiver sang through him. The fire burned, crested, rose higher and higher, as Itachi kneaded the bony part of his hips. He jerked up, his erection hard and red, leaking slightly. He keened and let his head fall to the floor, abandoning the sight of himself.
Itachi leaned down, carefully splaying himself over Naruto. He nearly spasmed as the contact went everywhere, from Itachi's legs on his to his chest, his nipples playing under Naruto's collarbone, his erection rubbing into Naruto's stomach. He screamed and thrashed, pinned uselessly to the fire. Itachi licked his ear.
It was too much. He was going to die. The pleasure was turning painful; the black cloth held back the rushing tidal wave that pushed against its edges. He whimpered. “It hurts,” he whispered, even though he wasn't sure that was accurate. It hurt, but it felt good. Like standing inside a star.
Itachi reached down then, careful to keep the rest of himself on top of him, and finally touched his member. He nearly shrieked. The gentle, callused fingers slid up the bottom of his dick, forcing Itachi's body away as he twisted his arm. Itachi finally sat up. His thumb rubbed the head of Naruto's member, right across the slit. Naruto's vision went white. He bucked again, and once more, Itachi held him down with one hand. “Please,” he gasped, even though he hated himself for it. If he didn't come, he would die. He was sure he would die.
“Not yet,” Itachi said, and leaned down and licked his slit. The man's tongue was worse than his fingers, and Naruto screamed. He tried to get inside that mouth, but Itachi clamped his hands on his hips. Naruto sat up, only to be slid on the floor until he fell again. He twitched and shivered as Itachi knelt above him, those fingers clenched hard into Naruto's hips, hard enough to bruise but only fueling the heat. His cock jumped, once, then twice. And all Itachi did was stare at it, at him, and breathe. His warm breath ghosted over Naruto's dick, and gods help him, but it nearly made him beg again.
Finally, when Naruto lay panting and shivering on the floor, limp in Itachi's grip, Itachi leaned down and kissed the tip. Naruto bit his lip to keep from bucking up again. He clenched his eyes shut. He couldn't stop it. There was nothing he could do to stop it. All he needed now was for it to end. There had to be an end. Right?
Itachi licked again at the salty cum, the small amount that managed to slip through the vice around his dick. The next kiss was open-mouthed, and it nearly took in the entire tip before slipping once more to the very end. Naruto's pants broke the empty air around them. Someone above grunted.
Then Itachi curled one hand around the base of his cock, using the other on Naruto's stomach if he tried to move, and took Naruto into his mouth. Naruto gasped. It was like an inferno, one caused by a lightning strike. The need to come was so heady Naruto thought he might even through the cloth. Itachi's mouth was warm. Hot. Slick. Wet. Naruto thrashed his head, unable to flee as Itachi pulled his lips taut around Naruto's member and sucked. Only Itachi's hand stopped Naruto from shoving the rest of himself into Itachi's mouth. Was this what a woman felt like? Or – ah – but no, women's bodies couldn't do that. Itachi's hand twisted around his base, and then his head started moving. He twisted his head to the side, still sucking, and then moved back to Naruto's tip – and then thrust down again, a loud slurping sound accompanying the move. And again. Just as Naruto had done for Sasori, against his will, now Itachi was doing to him, and he understood suddenly why Sasori had liked it. The electricity followed Itachi's mouth up and down, up and down, until Naruto's cock jerked in anticipation. The white crowded his entire body. He shook with the ache of it.
And finally Itachi pulled back. Naruto cried at the absence of it. Itachi's hand slipped from around his cock to fondle his balls, and Naruto nearly launched up again. Sparks shot straight into him, no traveling necessary – a straight receiver to the touch.
Naruto was leaking so horribly he wondered if maybe he'd come, anyway, and had perhaps missed the explosion for the feelings Itachi's Tsukiyomi had created within him. The hand fondling his sac reached up and rubbed his tip. He whimpered again, bucking fruitlessly; Itachi's other hand, still pushing on his stomach, stopped him. He nearly cried.
The sparks sizzled and shot around his dick, over and over, zinging up and down the length despite the touch being centered on his tip. He felt tears in his eyes and tried to blink them away. “Please,” he said again. “Hurry!”
“Not yet,” Itachi whispered, and Naruto wanted to scream. Yes, yet! Please, pleasure or pain, it didn't matter, just make him come!
Itachi's hand slipped behind Naruto, sliding down the crack of his ass, leaving a wet trail of his own pre-cum. Then that first finger circled his hole.
The shock of the touch wasn't new, yet the burst it created as it touched there was. Naruto jerked, surprised. Itachi leaned up and sucked on Naruto's neck, forcing their bodies once more into hard contact, and slipped that first finger inside.
It burned, a bit, and Naruto realized he'd tightened up again during the hour wait. Itachi's body once more sat all over him, creating deep jolts of pleasure that sang straight to his leaking cock. Itachi rubbed himself over Naruto, and Naruto became desperately aware of Itachi's length on his stomach. It was hard, and throbbed lightly against his skin. His stomach became slightly wet, and he realized Itachi was leaking, too. Enjoying this.
That finger wriggled within him, and he gasped, bucking his hips up to try to escape the sensation – right into Itachi's rubbing erection. Itachi groaned. “There you go,” he said, and Naruto shook his head. But that finger kept moving, around and around, setting every inch of his insides on fire. Then he pulled it back – and then in again. Out. In. A parody of what his dick would be doing. And yet it made the fire once more follow Itachi's movements, and Naruto cried out again at it. Another finger, and his ass burned a little more. But those fingers kept up that thrusting motion, and the pleasure doused the pain. And then those fingers, while thrusting, wriggled, and they found something in him. The explosion made him scream. His entire body shook like an earthquake, nearly bucking Itachi off. Itachi stayed himself with one hand on the floor and rubbed over that spot again. The tears fell as the hot white wave beat uselessly against the black cloth. He whimpered.
“Shh, shh,” Itachi crooned, and Naruto realized he was babbling, begging Itachi to just do it, just end it, please. And Itachi just kept going, slowing the thrusting motion even more, even as Itachi's member leaked over Naruto's stomach, even as the man rubbed languidly against Naruto's skin, shooting off more sparks, more fire, more lightning. Those fingers within him wriggled like worms, then started separating, like scissors. Cutting into him – no. Stretching him. A third finger, and Naruto was thrashing and shifting everywhere, nearly choking as he begged. Someone above moaned, long and low. Naruto heard the sound of liquid splattering against stone. But Itachi pushed those three fingers deep inside him, so deep Naruto could fee the man's knuckles against the rim of his ass. Itachi stilled against him, breathing nearly as hard as Naruto.
“There,” he said. “You're ready.”
He'd been ready! Yet all he did was agree, saying “yes, yes, I'm ready, please,” and wriggling madly until Itachi put one hand on his stomach and leaned up. A warning. If Itachi left him like this, hard and aching and entire body pulsing, the white need pressing stalwartly against the edges of his bonds, he would go mad. Surely he would go mad, and then he would die.
But Itachi lifted his legs, pressing them against his ears, pushing him back until his weight was finally off his bound arms, and Naruto bounced up slightly, trying to align Itachi's cock up with his ass a little faster, just a bit faster, please, in him, in him...
And there, just the tiniest press against his rim. Just enough to make those shocks sing up to his balls, making them clench uselessly. “Please,” he said again.
Itachi groaned. Finally he slid in, one long, slow slide. It was as if everything in Naruto suddenly burst, nerves dotting every millimeter of his ass lighting like fireworks under his skin. Tight, tight, so tight every part of him felt Itachi's presence within him. He felt the man's dick push against the edges of his ass, finally felt the man bottom out within him. Itachi shivered above him, completely still. Naruto squirmed beneath him. The sparks were high, yellow-tinted as the need once more turned nearly to pain. And then Itachi pulled back, a mere centimeter, and thrust in again, hard. Naruto keened. The lightning turned into something more – the expanding of that star he stood within. The heat spread everywhere. And then Itachi started moving, in and out, and the expanding star shrank in on itself, until nothing mattered but the feel of Itachi's dick inside him. Every thrust was like a lightning bolt. His cock bounced against his stomach, red and crying, begging louder even than he, and Itachi kept moving, ignoring his cock completely. Naruto raised himself into Itachi's touch. “Please, please, take it off, take it off...”
“Not yet,” Itachi grunted, his voice slightly strained, and Naruto wanted to wail. He would die! He needed it off! What should he do, what did he have to do, to get it off? To make it end, to finally be free? It hurt, it hurt, it hurt. But if Itachi stopped, if Itachi left him alone with it, he wouldn't survive. He needed Itachi to keep going. He needed to come.
Itachi thrust once more, and this time the star exploded, as that place within him was pushed. Naruto gasped and arced his back, clenching tight around Itachi. “Aah!”
“There!” Itachi said, and with one hand wrapped around Naruto's base and ripped the cloth off. Naruto came with a hoarse cry. Itachi, his cock even brighter as Naruto's body conformed totally around it, shot deeply into him. Naruto curled up slightly as if to huddle into Itachi's shadow. His release beat into him, through him. His come spurted into the air, onto the floor, against his stomach and chest and even chin.
Finally it all settled down, and Naruto collapsed, weary, against the floor, his body still trembling in the aftershocks. Itachi receded from within him and hovered over his body. Finally Naruto managed to blink open his eyes and stare up at Itachi's dark form.
The man leaned down and licked Naruto's cum from his chin. Despite the fact that Naruto had just orgasmed, the tongue still made those same jolts dig through Naruto's exhausted nerves. “Remember what I told you,” Itachi said, his eyes red like fire, and then he stood. Naruto heard him make his way to his clothing.
Something above trembled, and with a slight huff, something hard landed to Naruto's side.
With resigned dread, Naruto turned his gaze on the tall, scarred man who had come to take him next.
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