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Living Nightmare	By : PrplGrl Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1265 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Thank you so much for your reviews and awesome response to me including the infamous dog demons! This is the final chapter. Don’t fret too much, though, there’s a good chance that this story will have a sequel, if you readers really want one. Please enjoy and review!!

Possession

“I’m entrusting him to you,” Pein said coolly, walking down the hall with one of his most loyal followers.

Itachi remained silent, striding toward the room he had been given.

“No doubt,” the Akatsuki leader continued, a small smirk curling one corner of his lips up, “you already have plans for him. I personally see no satisfaction in having a servant who does not need to be tamed. No fun in that.”

The Uchiha didn’t reply, keeping his eyes emotionless as they neared the door to where his new soon-to-be follower was waiting. Stopping before the old looking piece of wood, the leader gave the other man a considering look.

“Remember to let him make the first move,” Pein stated before moving on, further down the hall. To be sure, this situation was very interesting, but he had been very pleased when the dog lord had told him who the black dog was. The Akatsuki leader had been hoping there would have been an opportunity to snag the Nara genius and make him join their ranks. Without him, Konoha would lose a very valuable shinobi and the nine-tailed fox was definitely a big step closer.

Pein’s smirk grew into an evil smile. If he was correct in his assumptions, the fox’s container considered the Nara a friend, and he would do anything to keep said friend. Hopefully, luck would bring Kyuubi to them and the Akatsuki could finally start putting their plans into the last stages.

In the end, the dog lord had done him a favor, he decided, and went to wait in his office for the final word from Itachi; when Shikamaru would at last be theirs.

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Shikamaru panted heavily, gulping down the cool air in the room, remaining motionless as the final waves of pain slowly subsided. His gaze was focused on the floor covered in the fur that had fallen from his body. He could see the skin of his transformed hands lying just beneath the blanket of hair, slightly shaking. The rest of his body trembled at the exertion but he refused to collapse and fall asleep, not with an Akatsuki member in the room.

He was human.

The pain was just as bad, if not worse than before. He never wished to feel it again.

Slowly, the Nara raised his head, lightly noting that his hair seemed to be a little longer, tickling the flesh around his shoulders. His eyes caught sight of a man he recognized as Itachi Uchiha, despite the fact they had never met before. The missing ninja looked a lot like his brother and that was enough proof for him.

Itachi stood by the door to what Shikamaru assumed was the bathroom, holding a cup and looking down at him with emotionless dark eyes. “Are you still in pain?” he asked, voice soft, as if he was dealing with an animal that spooked easily.

Shikamaru shook his head, not trusting his voice at the moment; he wasn’t even sure he could talk anymore. It had been three days since he’d uttered a single word.

The Akatsuki member, now free of his dark robe, walked over to the ninja still panting on all fours and knelt beside him. He helped the Nara sit up and pressed the cup to his lips. “Drink,” he commanded.

Shikamaru did, grateful for the cooling refreshment. He gulped at the water, pleased as the liquid aided in slightly chilling his still too warm body.

Itachi took the cup away and placed it on the floor. “Can you stand?”

He shrugged. His body felt like a jello-mold at the moment, his limbs still quivering a little.

The Uchiha gave a slight move of his head then wrapped his arms around the younger man’s torso, carefully pulling him up from the wooden floor. Shikamaru’s knees shook, though he tried to steady himself, grabbing onto the other for support. Together, they inched toward the bed. By the time they reached the soft sheets, the Nara felt strength returning to him. It was slow in coming, but he was able to sit up on his own once seated on the edge of the bed while Itachi retrieved the discarded cup and went back into the bathroom.

He soon emerged and sat next to Shikamaru, handing him the refilled cup. His hand was still shaking a little, but he didn’t spill any of the liquid. Silence filled the air around them as the Nara took sips of the water, gazing at the wall.

Something was… different; he was different. A feeling within began swirling to life and a scowl touched his features. He needed something, but he wasn’t sure what. He figured it was still the canine instincts in his system and hoped it would go away, like the fur had. The harder he ignored it, however, the stronger it became. Whatever he needed, he needed it badly. There was this distinct notion that if he didn’t get this need, he couldn’t go on with life; it was something necessary for his survival. What the fuck was it?!

Shikamaru sighed heavily, setting the now empty cup down on the nightstand.

“Problem?” Itachi asked.

He looked at the older ninja, wondering why he cared. This was the guy responsible for nearly wiping out the Uchiha clan, the killer of who knows how many, the man who’d tormented the great Kakashi Hatake, sending him and Sasuke into comas for almost two months, and the person who could give Shikamaru what he desperately needed.

His eyes widened a bit and he shook his head, turning away. He wanted nothing from him! The Nara wasn’t even supposed to be here; he should be looking for a way out of the building and run back to Konoha. Had he known he was going to return back to his human form, Shikamaru never would have followed the alpha out of the village. He knew the others would understand as soon as he was able to explain what happened, now that he had vocal chords again. They wouldn’t shun him once they knew, he was sure.

Deep down his heart gave a disagreeing lurch, causing him to slightly flinch. In all reality, Shikamaru couldn’t be sure that his friends would forgive him. He sighed again, running a hand through his long hair. Perhaps he had been correct in the recent decisions he’d made.

The Nara could feel a strong gaze on him and his eyes returned to Itachi. His dark eyes were still emotionless and he gave away nothing to what he was thinking on his face. He sat there unmoving, as if he was… waiting for something.

Shikamaru cocked his head a little, now out of habit more than anything. If the Uchiha was indeed waiting, the shadow wielder knew he was supposed to do something; he had to do something to be more precise.

He gazed at the other’s pale features, his skin looking soft. Shikamaru suddenly had a strong urge to touch that light colored flesh and run his fingers through his familiar raven locks. His breathing increased ever so slightly as he tried to quell what he knew were dangerous sensations to be having. Itachi wasn’t in the bingo book for nothing.

A small whine escaped his lips as he denied his body the want to touch the other man. He couldn’t do it! This man was too dangerous to mess with! A hand twitched and left its place in his bare lap, momentarily reminding him that he was nude, but he forced the appendage to halt mid-trip. Shikamaru couldn’t return it to where it had been, the need growing more with each passing moment.

Dark eyes glanced over to the fingers splayed in the air, trembling at being denied what was needed. He then looked at the younger ninja’s face, cheeks slightly flushed as he gasped quietly, his own eyes filled with confusion and a swirling need, one that he very obviously was fighting. “Do you wish to touch me?” Itachi asked, gaining the shadow wielder’s attention.

Shikamaru slowly met the Uchiha’s gaze, locking onto eyes that he knew could turn red at any moment and kill him. Still he couldn’t help the small nod, which caused his hand to move a little closer to the other.

“Then touch me.” He said it in a very soft tone, almost a whisper, and it sent such a pleasing tremor down Shikamaru’s back that it took him a moment to respond.

Carefully, as if he was reaching for a porcelain doll, he placed his fingers onto the pale flesh of Itachi’s cheek. A shaky sigh escaped him at the feel of the softest skin he had ever touched, though he hadn’t done a whole lot of that. ‘He’s so warm,’ Shikamaru thought, a little surprised. His hand pressed more firmly upon the other’s face, the tips of his fingers gently playing along the hairline of dark locks and lightly massaging the skin.

Shikamaru needed more. Tentatively, he leaned forward, eyes searching the older ninja’s, looking for rejection but finding none. Gently moving his hair aside, he settled his face along Itachi’s neck, finding that he loved the scent he was producing. The Nara might have lost the extremely keen dog nose, but he could still pick up trace smells, now that he knew what to look for.

Itachi had a very masculine scent, musk and sweat mixed with some traces of the earth. It was very pleasing and soothing to Shikamaru in a way he didn’t understand, but that didn’t stop him from inhaling deeply, wanting that glorious smell deep within his being. His nose brushed against the warm flesh of the other’s neck and he didn’t even think before the next move happened.

Shikamaru gave the warm skin an experimental lick, greatly enjoying the taste that burst onto his taste buds. Damn, he needed more, more of that taste, more of his smell. He needed Itachi.

Fuck. He knew he shouldn’t be thinking that, but this man was…. Shikamaru couldn’t even find a word for him. His brain was slowly shutting down as he was assaulted by these new and wondrous feelings. He inhaled again and scooted his body closer to the deadly ninja, almost sitting in his lap.

A small moan left his lips as a warm hand was placed on his back. The fingers barely moved along his flesh and Shikamaru knew he needed that touch more than anything. He arched into the hand, his own reaching up into raven locks and moaned again, giving the flesh of the Uchiha’s neck a kiss.

The sound of light laughter made Shikamaru shiver and he brought his other arm up to wrap around Itachi’s shoulders, wanting to hold him close.

The Akatsuki member grabbed the younger ninja’s waist and moved him so he straddled the older man’s lap.

Shikamaru whimpered at the contact. His arms instinctively wound about strong and broad shoulders as he pressed against the other, wanting that warmth to consume him. Itachi’s hands roamed the bare flesh of his back and another small sound escaped him when warm lips began attacking his neck.

It felt so good to have this man’s scent around him, feel his touch, and yet Shikamaru still needed more. He didn’t know what, though; what else could be given?

A small cry passed his lips as Itachi thrust his hips a little, which immediately caused wonderful friction against Shikamaru’s straining erection. He hadn’t even been aware he was hard until that moment and he began rubbing against the older man, straining for that something he needed.

The Uchiha’s lips moved up his slender neck, gave his jaw a gentle nip, then nibbled on a sensitive earlobe, drawing lovely sounds from the younger man. Soon releasing the flesh, he placed a kiss on his ear, lightly breathing into it.

Shikamaru shuddered, spreading his legs a bit more and thrusting a bit harder.

“Do you want something?” Itachi whispered, one of his hands ghosting over a leg.

“Ah… yes,” Shikamaru breathed back, his own hands starting to pull at the shirt and fishnet the Akatsuki member was wearing. He needed to feel more skin, see more of that gloriously pale flesh beneath his fingers.

“What do you want?” Those warm lips retreated from his ear, only to return to his neck for a more aggressive assault, sucking and biting the flesh.

‘Oh, fuck,’ the Nara thought, closing his eyes, ‘why does he want me to think?’ He still didn’t know exactly what it was he needed; he had an idea, but the word to voice was nowhere to be found within his mind. His movements slowed a little as he tried to concentrate.

“I… need….” Shikamaru whispered, eyes still clenched shut. The word hadn’t come to him like he thought it might have if he’d started talking. Taking a deep breath, he tried again. “I… need….”

“What?” Itachi asked from the other’s neck, sounding as if trying to help. “What do you need?”

The Nara whimpered, slightly irritated at his mind’s refusal to cooperate. The soft bites on his flesh only succeeded in causing the fog within his head to increase along with the constant friction to his erection. It all felt so good!

“Do you need… release?” At that, Itachi thrust his hips roughly, forcing a strangled cry to burst from the younger man’s throat.

Shikamaru shook his head, failing miserably to concentrate properly. One pale hand reached down and squeezed his ass, causing him to gasp.

“Tell me… what you need,” the Uchiha stated between sucks. He let the younger man squirm in his arms, his lips caressing the dark red mark on his abused neck. Without warning, he bit harshly into the flesh.

Shikamaru screamed, eyes flying open and throwing his head back. “Ahh! Claim me!!” he shouted. Yes! That’s what he needed!

Teeth left the shadow wielder’s neck and Itachi looked up into the needy eyes of the Nara.

“Please,” he whispered, gently rocking against the older man, “I need you to claim me; make me yours.” The canine still within him demanded this need to be claimed, dominated. He could not live without an alpha to follow, and he knew Itachi was strong and smart. Shikamaru had suddenly come to the conclusion that this man and this man alone was his perfect alpha, his lord… his master.

They looked at each other for a long time. Shikamaru began to wonder if the Akatsuki member was going to reject his offer, his need. That thought was soon forgotten as those warm lips landed firmly on his own. He moaned when a tongue entered his mouth and felt himself being lowered onto the bed.

The Nara whined when the soft lips and warm body left him, but he looked to see Itachi quickly removing his clothing and taking out the hair tie before getting back onto the bed. He crawled over the younger man and slowly pressed their naked bodies together, moaning when their erections touched.

Itachi was slow and gentle. Shikamaru didn’t understand; this couldn’t be the man who murdered his entire clan! His hands were too soft and tender to belong to a killer. His touches left the younger man needing more and his kisses turned the other into a pile of useless mush upon the sheets. Even when Itachi spread Shikamaru’s legs, he was sure to stretch his willing partner out before pounding him into the mattress.

Shikamaru had nearly died right there; the feel of those fingers inside him was almost too much. They filled him with a warmth he didn’t understand and was severely disappointed when they retreated. Itachi was quick to penetrate his straining length into his body, though, and Shikamaru cried out in pure bliss. They moved together, pace frantic, skin slapping against skin. Sweat ran down the Nara’s face as he panted heavily, his breaths mingling with the man above him. His climax was approaching fast and he whined, gazing into dark eyes with a look of pure need as he bent his head slightly to expose his vulnerable neck and shoulder.

Itachi immediately bent down and began sucking on the junction of muscles, thrusting harder and faster into the shadow wielder.

Shikamaru arched into him, nails scratching at his back and met his hips thrust for thrust. The immense pleasure was building up quickly, swirling above his groin like a tornado. Teeth grazed his skin and he gasped, holding onto the Uchiha tighter, his body tensing for the imminent orgasm.

As if on cue, Itachi bit hard into the flesh where the neck met the shoulder, drawing blood.

Shikamaru screamed, nails raking down the older man’s back. His world exploded into color, an indescribable warmth filled his body and soothed his soul. Utter bliss held on to him for a long time; he had his master, the alpha. Things would be all right, now. He held on to the euphoria that surrounded him as long as he could, but all too soon, he slowly fell from it. The darkness of sleep consumed him, the warmth from the one who claimed him lulling Shikamaru into happiness.

Being with the murderous band of missing ninja wasn’t so bad after all.
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