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Obsession	By : Infek Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1876 -:- 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 VI There Is No Life Without Hope
Neji kissed Itachi with fervour as he jerked him off, his eyes trained on Itachi’s face. They were already in a relationship for a year now but he would never tire from spending these moments with him, or any other moment at that. Seeing how successful they worked as a two-man team in ANBU Core, they were always given missions together and ever since their Hokage was made aware of this fact as well, she often put them together in high-ranked Jounin missions, although those were nearly every time with other people in their team. Everyone of the Konoha Twelve had stopped suspecting anything a long time ago after never seeing them together out on the street but only on missions and it wasn’t really that unusual for two people to often be put together if the team-dynamics were good. But essentially, it was for these moments that they were together, moments in which they could be themselves and enjoy each other’s presence, both mentally and physically.
Itachi’s breaths came faster and Neji dropped down to his knees, wrapping his mouth around his cock, just in time to catch the jets of semen. He made sure not to let anything go to waste and held the erection in his mouth until it softened and then tucked it back in Itachi’s pants, zipping it back up carefully. Itachi lifted his chin and kissed him.

Neji had a blush creeping up his cheeks as he gnawed on his lip, leaning against Itachi’s chest. “What’s going on, Nej?”
“I… I want more.” Itachi smiled softly as he saw Neji’s embarrassment but was elated at hearing this.
“Not here, I hope.” They both looked around them, seeing the trees wet with rain and the earth covered in mud.
“Preferably not.” Itachi wrapped his arms around him and lifted him before sinking down onto the tree branch. It was unusually cold for this time of year and he could see that Neji was affected by the low temperature. He had on a too-large sweater with the typical wide collar and reasoned that it could easily fit them both.
Neji understood what he was trying to do and leaned down, slipping into the warm space and facing Itachi again, his arms bundled up against the other’s chest. His body was quick to take advantage of the heat radiating off of Itachi and he felt himself warming up.
“This is nice,” Neji whispered, his eyes already falling shut. He had just come from a solo-mission and the lack of sleep made itself known as he sat here comfortably.
“I am going to take us to my home. Sasuke is out on a mission and my parents never enter my room.” Neji nodded contently. It was rare that they could spend the night together comfortably in a bed, the only times being when Shikamaru lent them his apartment for a night or when they took an extra day or days during an early-finished mission. He wanted to crawl out of the sweater again but Itachi stopped him.
“Just climb on my back.”
Neji lifted his eyebrows sceptically. “A piggy-back?”
“Humour me.”
“Alright then,” he sighed, although the child in him was screaming in joy. He buried himself against Itachi’s back, his warm breath tickling the nape of his neck and he gave it a small kiss before laying his head down and closing his eyes.
Itachi turned his head to find Neji’s eyes falling shut and strengthened his grip on his legs, softly landing on a branch of the tree in front of them. He moved swiftly to his house and walked in through his bedroom-window. Judging by Neji’s breathing, he was already fast asleep so Itachi sat down carefully and removed his arms from around his neck. It took a bit of manoeuvring but finally Neji was lying on the futon. He stripped them down to their briefs and crawled in next to Neji, covering them both with warm blankets.
He didn’t go to sleep immediately and just looked at Neji’s face, taking in every single detail as his hand stroked silken tresses of hair. A wide smile formed on his face as he remembered Neji’s comment. He would make sure it would be a more than good experience for both of them and he would have Neji under him, writhing and gasping in pleasure, his body screaming for more and those eyes wide at discovering a whole new world. It would be a reaffirmation of the past year and he felt like a child being promised a gift for its birthday; excited and anxious to receive it as fast as possible. Another step to bind Neji to me.
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A groan of frustration escaped him as he scrutinized Konoha with his Byakugan. Even with a 1km-radius that deer boy was still nowhere to be found and he had been searching for an hour already. He noticed something to the right that looked suspiciously familiar. Found you. Shikamaru was just exiting a shōgi-parlour with his former team-mates, his typical frown etched on his face. He made his way over and dropped down from a roof in front of them.
“Yo,” Shikamaru greeted, as usual foregoing with a proper greeting.
“Ohayo Shikamaru. Could I talk to you for a minute?” A thin eyebrow lifted but then Shikamaru nodded and walked slightly further, away from Ino and Chōji. Neji braced himself, knowing Shikamaru’s tendency to tease him when it concerned his relationship with Itachi.
“I was wondering if we could borrow your house-key tonight.” Shikamaru’s frown deepened. Something was amiss here but it all made sense as a blush formed on Neji’s cheeks as the silence stretched on. Before he could stop himself, he burst out in laughter. Even after having seen them together quite often, it was still so surreal. And now they were going to have sex.
Neji crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked away haughtily. “I’ll take that as a no.” He wanted to turn around but Shikamaru stopped him by placing a hand on his shoulder.
“Gomen, Neji. But Temari is in town and she’ll get pissed off if I kick her out for the night and she can be very troublesome.” Neji’s shoulders slumped. If Temari was in town, then he and Itachi wouldn’t be able to spend the night together for a few months at least unless a mission came up in which they could buy themselves some time.
“There is a little abandoned house though. It’s on Nara property but no one ever comes there ‘cept me.”
“You’re sure?”
Shikamaru sighed. “Yes, Neji.” He quickly explained its location and Neji nodded. “But why don’t you just go to a hotel?”
“Too much disturbance.”
“Oh?”
“Maids in the hotels of Grass Country can not be trusted, “ Neji said with narrowed eyes which made Shikamaru set off in laughter once more. Ino butted in, dragging Chōji with her.
“You two are worse than women, you know, always whispering and stuff.”
“Hello to you too, Ino, Chōji,” Neji commented sarcastically to which he received a threatening glare. He noticed how Shikamaru was looking behind him with a smirk and turned around himself, coming face-to-face with Itachi, his Sharingan activated as usual when in public.
“Ohayo, Itachi-san.” Nothing betrayed that he and Itachi were friends, let alone lovers.
“Neji-kun. How was your mission?” Did you get Shikamaru’s house-key?
Neji smirked. “It turned out slightly different than expected but still a success.” No, but I’ve got a solution.
Itachi nodded. “We have a mission tonight.”

Neither noticed how every passer-by let their gaze linger on them slightly longer than necessary but the pair of them were truly a sight to behold. Both were eerily beautiful with their long hair and ivory skin, features so delicate but strong at the same time. Since Neji had joined ANBU Core he had stopped wearing the traditional shinobi-attire of his clan and wore black trousers, similar to Itachi’s which were slightly tight but maximized the freedom of movement, always useful during missions. And to shield him from the cold winds blazing through the streets of Konoha, he wore a thick cotton vest that closely resembled the one he wore when he was thirteen, only that it had long sleeves and a grey colour. Itachi had on a loose woollen sweater, his mesh-shirt peering out from beneath the collar, showing a hint of his chest. Their outfits, although not skin-tight left little to the imagination, much to the joy of the girls and women passing them.
“See you tonight then,” Itachi finished.
“Hai.” Neji turned back around but grimaced as he saw the former Team Asuma. “What?”
Ino slid up close to him and wrapped her arms tightly around his. “You know, seeing as you two go on a lot of Jounin-missions together, ever been to an onsen with him?”
Neji looked at her horrified. “Even if I have seen him naked,” he started, careful not to glance at Shikamaru, “I’m not telling you anything.” He shook her off and wanted to stride away before he realized he had forgotten something, namely the key. Hanging his head in defeat, he turned to Shikamaru.
“Come by my apartment in an hour.” Neji nodded and leaped up on a roof.
Shikamaru received a poke in his shoulder. “Damnit Ino.”
“For being your best friends, we hardly know anything.”
“Not everything is your business.” Ino gasped before turning to Chōji who was crunching on his potato-chips.
“Did you hear that!?”
“Ano…” Deciding to let the merry couple be, Shikamaru shoved his hands in his pockets and sauntered off at his usual lazy pace. He couldn’t prevent a smile as he thought of Neji and Itachi. They had a quite intense relationship, judging from the few details Neji told him and the times he had seen them together and they could stand next to each other in the middle of the street and make no one suspect anything, not even in the slightest glance. No wonder they hadn’t been caught yet. But this intensity when they were alone could backfire on them if Neji didn’t manage to escape his arranged marriage. It was bittersweet really.
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Neji guided them towards the lands of the Nara-clan, his Byakugan activated to search for the little house. It was quickly found and they silently made their way over. Shikamaru had been right to say that no one ever came here. The bushes were overgrown, nearly blocking the entire path and it had an overall deserted look to it but at least they would have some privacy. As they reached the house, they stood in front of it for a while before looking at each other. Itachi smirked and Neji immediately blushed. They walked in and flicked the light-switch on, revealing a small living-room and kitchenette. Luckily, the heater worked so the house had a nice, warm temperature. Neji walked to the upstairs, switching the lamp on the cupboard on and saw that the walls were formed by the roof and a large window sat straight in front of him. A large bed took up nearly the entire space, bare of any blankets but he saw some lying on a nearby shelf.
He heard Itachi moving downstairs and suddenly, nervousness crept up. While he had gotten more than comfortable with all other things sexual, this was still a whole new step. But he wanted to share this with Itachi, craved it even. He made the bed and after assessing his work, sat down on it, mentally preparing for what was to come. Itachi now came into the attic too, carrying a small rucksack and placed it on the side of the bed. He settled a hand on Neji’s cheek and kneeled before him. Neji placed his own hand on top of Itachi’s and smiled at him gently. He crawled further onto the bed and pulled Itachi on top of him.
“Kimi o ai shiteru, ‘Tachi.” Itachi’s eyes grew wide as he heard this and gave him a passionate kiss.
“Aishiteru, Neji. Aishiteru.” He zipped open Neji’s vest almost reverently, sliding it off of him and kissed every stretch of skin he could reach. Neji’s skin was always so soft, everywhere on his body and Itachi loved to touch it, loved to touch what he considered his. After both divesting their tops and pants, they lay back down, their mouths quickly finding each other again and moved their hips slowly, making a nice build-up. Neji let out small moans already and Itachi pulled him up so he was sitting in his lap, his hands worming their way in the back of Neji’s silk briefs.
Neji licked and nibbled Itachi’s neck, knowing it always turned him on immediately and could make him gasp and moan while his hand wrapped itself around his erection to give more stimulation. He could feel Itachi’s erratic breathing against his ear and shivered, momentarily closing his eyes as a particularly hard thrusting of their hips sent sparks of pleasure through him. As if they had decided it beforehand, they both fumbled out of their briefs, Itachi also setting his backpack on the bed. He leaned his head lower and licked at Neji’s nipples until they were both erect and Neji was a moaning mess in his lap. It was clear that they both wanted it now, that other things could come at a later time but at this moment, they needed to be as intimately joined as physically possible.
Itachi retrieved a tube of lubricant, opening it and pouring the liquid over four of his fingers. He continued kissing him as he let the first one slip in, Neji already used to this. Neji moved his hips upwards before dropping back down, knowing that it gave excellent pressure to his prostate. A second finger joined the first and Itachi stared in amazement at this delicious creature that was writhing in his lap, long hair swaying with his movements and a perfect lithe body shuddering and trembling. Looking downwards, he saw both their cocks glistening with pre-cum and he unconsciously licked his lips.
Neji clearly didn’t have any pain from the penetration so he added another finger and this time, he could see a flinch of hurt on those beautiful features. He moved his fingers slowly, his eyes looking for any other signs. Neji just breathed in deeply and lowered his hips, his hands clenched on Itachi’s shoulders. He wouldn’t stop now and not even if the pain increased. He had been through worse and had conditioned his body to perfection to be able to handle a lot. This was nothing. Neji opened his eyes and nodded at Itachi, signalling that he was ready. A fourth finger made its way in his body and sparks of stinging pain made him gasp.
Itachi tried to distract him and wrapped his free hand around their erections. Neji moaned and Itachi couldn’t hold in his own cries now.
“I’m ready,” Neji whispered.
“Do you want to stay like this or lie down?”
“Like this,” Neji said, the last ending in a loud moan as the pain faded to the background and made way for bolts of pleasure. Itachi carefully removed his fingers, noting with amusement the disappointed glance in Neji’s eyes and reached for the lubricant but Neji was ahead of him. He lathered Itachi’s cock and gave it a few short jerks before wiping his hands clean on the sheet, settling his arms around Itachi’s neck again.
Itachi nudged Neji higher and placed his cock against his entrance. “Take deep breaths and try to relax.” He guided Neji’s hips lower until he felt the head of his erection slipping in. He was cautious not to move as to let Neji decide the pace and kissed him, holding his head close.

Neji breathed in a shudder, his mouth mere millimetres away from Itachi’s and lowered his hips slightly, clenching his jaw as pain flared up his backside. He waited again, letting his ass stretch before repeating the movement. He was thankful that Itachi let him determine how fast they went and looked at him, smiling slightly, letting him know he was okay. They continued like this until Itachi was buried in him to the hilt and suddenly it dawned on Neji that he’d just lost his virginity to him.
“Beautiful,” Itachi whispered, his breath prickling Neji’s lips. Neji closed his eyes and smiled, a lazy and relaxed smile. The sharp pain had become dull and he lifted his hips again before slowly sinking back down. Itachi had to bite his lip. Neji’s ass was clenching his erection almost painfully, the encasement unbearably hot but it still felt so good.
As Neji experimented with the pace, he noticed how in this angle, he could stimulate his prostate and moved more enthusiastically, moans tumbling over his hips. Itachi kneaded his ass, helping to guide his movements but he heard Neji’s cry of frustration and laid them down on the bed, still intimately joined. Slender legs wrapped themselves high around his waist and Itachi had the vague thought that it was convenient that Neji was so flexible. He thrust forward and clenched his eyes as his cock was once more enveloped in that tight heat. He leaned on his forearms, Neji grabbing his hands and opened his eyes. This was what he wanted; seeing Neji under him writhing and crying out in pleasure. He angled his hips and Neji let out a choked sob as he slammed into his prostate.
There was still the occasional pain but it was so overwhelming, having Itachi so deep inside of him and the emotions that mixed and blended to form a euphoria never felt before. He opened his eyes to find Itachi staring straight at him and in those black eyes there was a spark of lust and a deep determination. Relief flooded him because he knew Itachi would do the impossible to keep him near and pressed their mouths together, expressing his gratitude in the kiss. He arched when Itachi steadied his hips with his hands, his back lifting from the bed as the onslaught on his prostate was almost painful and he clenched Itachi’s hands tightly.
“Too much?” Itachi shakily breathed. His mind was swarming, in a complete chaos for the first time in his life and he loved it, loved surrendering control in the presence of the one person who could affect him so deeply, who he loved and who loved him. He never had been one to believe in the concept of true love but as he watched Neji thrash under him in ecstasy, he could reaffirm what had been building up for two years. He couldn’t imagine a life without Neji by him, didn’t want to even. For once in his life, he wanted to spoil himself rotten. He attached his mouth to Neji’s neck and sucked and bit, wanting to mark him so that if someone happened to see it, they would know Neji was taken and only had eyes for him.
Neji wasn’t even aware anymore of what his body was doing, just that it was rolling into every touch and caress and subconsciously searched for that friction that could lead to what he believed was going to be his most intense orgasm ever. Part of him wanted it to crash over him now yet at the same time, he didn’t want this to ever end. With his legs, he pulled Itachi’s body closer to his and cried out as now both his prostate and erection received attention. They both were so close and Neji knew the night had only just begun, in a glorious way but it was still young.
“Harder,” he wrung out. Itachi stilled for a moment before adjusting the position of his knees and then slammed in at a ruthless pace. Neji’s moans only grew louder so he was reassured he wasn’t hurting him and let his own pants be heard. Neji deserved to know how much he was enjoying this, in words and in actions. He had trouble keeping his eyes open but he wanted to memorize this moment so he could relive it any time he felt like it. Those little movements and sounds that were purely Neji heralded his orgasm and he picked up the pace.
Neji’s eyes flew open again as the increased speed gave his prostate almost constant stimulation but each thrust slammed in equally as hard. His body, half wrapped around Itachi’s, tightened and a wordless scream erupted from his throat as a shattering orgasm hit him like an enemy’s attack, completely knocking him down but this did feel criminally good. His cum landed on their stomach, spreading all over as Itachi didn’t slow down and Neji kept snapping up his own hips. The feeling of Itachi filling him to the brim with his cum made him shudder again and he almost couldn’t believe what they had done. Being intimate with Itachi had confirmed everything he already knew; he loved him, loved him so dearly that he feared it was a dream.
Itachi moved to remove his softening member but Neji dug his heels in his lower back. Submitting to Neji’s wish, he carefully laid down on top of him, their heads lying closely together. Neji leaned closer to give him a soft kiss and he stroked his cheek, feeling the heat radiating from just below the skin’s surface. He was positively glowing and he had never looked more beautiful to Itachi. Even though Neji was honest towards him, he had never looked so vulnerable, not even when he had confronted him about his uncle’s abuse. The best part was that Neji wanted him to see this side of him, judging by his reluctance to let Itachi take his member out of him.
Neji wrapped his arms around Itachi’s neck and burrowed his head against his shoulder, slowly rocking his lower body. He wanted to stretch this night out as long as he possibly could and only stop when they both couldn’t lift a finger anymore. Itachi grabbed him by the waist and turned them over, Neji instinctually settling his knees right. Already, Itachi’s cock was becoming half hard again and Neji wasn’t too far behind. It certainly helped that Itachi had a similar plan for the night in mind.
He tentatively moved his hips from this new position, not really sure how to go about this the other way around but he was sure he’d get the grip of it. This was after all something you couldn’t possibly train for beforehand. He lifted and then lowered himself slightly, liking how he could steadily feel Itachi swell up inside of him every time he went down. Fingernails grazed the sensitive skin of his erection’s head and he shuddered and groaned, having to steady himself with his hands on Itachi’s shoulders. Hands held his hips and helped his movements and he clenched his jaw as the same incredible feeling from before started sweeping his body away, leaving his mind a mess. He would never regret granting himself and Itachi this because it only strengthened their bond and allowed himself to experience a relationship unlike any other. Feeling fairly confident, he quickened the snapping of his hips and heard Itachi moan loudly, the grip on his waist tightening minutely. As much as Itachi rendered him weak, he also held a power over him and he kept his eyes focused on Itachi’s face, wanting to hear and see more evidence of this power.
Itachi had his eyes clenched shut, finding it impossible now to keep them open as Neji made him feel so much in one moment, made him feel so good. His cock was clenched in a burning heat and he knew he was seconds away from coming a second time. He thrust upwards, meeting Neji halfway and both gasped out, their hands clenching harder and the pace becoming frenzied. He felt hands on his thighs and forced his eyes open, seeing Neji lean backwards and enjoying every movement. He was so beautiful… I am never letting him go, be it in this life or in death. His back arched as he climaxed and forced Neji’s hips down, his erection squeezed erratically as cum landed on his stomach. Neji fell down on top of him and he wrapped his arms around him, now he being the one to want to stretch this moment out as long as possible.
He stroked Neji’s hair, letting his hand trace down his spine as they caught their breath and fighting off the signs of sleep. He buried his nose in Neji’s neck and smelt that scent that was Neji, so unique and tantalizing. If everything he had been forced through in his life had been necessary to come to this moment, he would regret nothing. It all became more bearable if you had someone to share it with and now he fully understood why some people gave up on life when their partner passed away. Things stopped being normal and every event had such an impact that it seemed impossible to handle with.
“Are you okay?” Neji felt the tight grip Itachi had on him and lifted his head. Itachi stared back and smiled pleased, a smile that showed that at that moment, he was perfectly happy and it was so infectious Neji felt his own mouth corners curve upwards.
“Hai.”
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Madara calmly nodded at the guards as he passed through the gate of Konohagakure. How he detested this village and its inhabitants… The majority were a bunch of good-hearted idiots that were mere puppets in their village leader’s hands. Such stupidity was intolerable and the brief thought flashed through his head that if his influence had been there, had been obvious during the early years of the village, it would be the most powerful in the world, not just of Fire Country. A simple observation already made it painfully obvious that with less than ten people under his guidance, he was already well on his way to dominating all of the Countries.
He didn’t even use a henge as he entered the village since no one suspected him to be alive anymore. Few people would even remember his talent, let alone his appearance. All he needed were some commoner’s clothes and he looked like a distant cousin of the Uchiha-clan. Oh, the irony…
He had made sure that Itachi wasn’t away on a mission before entering the village but he couldn’t wait until he decided to come to the old look-out post again. Madara had better things to do than to simply sit around and wait.

He discovered that Itachi was in his house and Madara smirked as he was now surrounded by distant relatives. Knocking on the wooden door, he waited until it slid open, revealing Fugaku.
“Ohayo,” Madara bowed. “Is Itachi-kun at home? We agreed to go training today.” He just revelled in how no one suspected even a thing and he could just walk around freely. Posing as Tobi in Akatsuki certainly did pay off.
Fugaku gave a short nod. “I’ll get him.”
“Arigatou, Uchiha-san.” He let the slightest hint of sarcasm slip through as he pronounced his own surname, not enough to invoke anger but he did get a suspicious glance.

Two minutes later, Itachi stood in front of him, not showing any surprise at seeing the Akatsuki-leader near his house in the middle of the day. He stepped next to him and they made way to the training-fields.
“Kisame spoke with praise about Hyūga Neji. I’ve decided to trust his judgement. We recently lost Sasori so he’ll have the chance of becoming a full-fledged member. After we can be certain of your loyalty.”
Itachi kept his gaze forward, inwardly satisfied that the pieces were starting to fall in their place. But the central piece, the one that held everything together was still missing. “The curse-seal?”
“We can guarantee to remove it. We’ve already done a little… experiment.” Madara’s bloodlust flared as he thought of the thirteen-year old shinobi from Kirigakure they had brought in as a little guinea-pig and had placed the Hyūga’s curse seal on him – for a clan so intent on keeping its secrets, the ritual for this was ridiculously easy recovered. What a beautiful serenade of cries and screams it had been when they activated it.
“How do you remove it?”
It was clear what Itachi wanted; certainty. “The Hyūga’s curse-seal holds a little bit of chakra from the one who places the seal and many think that is all the chakra in there, unless activated. Every time a shinobi uses his chakra, however and lets it pass underneath the seal, he is actually feeding it chakra. With your Hyūga, this has probably happened thousands of times already but the seal just soaks up the chakra instead of releasing it after its host loses some when attacking. The accumulated chakra has formed such a strong barrier that even in a ritual with the whole of Akatsuki, it still wouldn’t be enough to break it. The only thing in the world that can remove that curse-seal is our demon-statue.”
Itachi frowned as he heard this. “But the chakra of that statue is completely sealed off, you told me so yourself.”
Madara turned to him, a malicious grin on his face. “Just like with a shinobi, it restores any lost chakra. With all of our members we can control it. The moment we have extracted all of the Jinchūriki, we’ll have all the power in the world for eternity.” He sounded as if he almost didn’t believe it himself but Itachi knew better. Madara wouldn’t stop until he had achieved his goal and would let nothing stand in his way.

“I’ll let you go on your way. Expect me or Kisame here in a few months. Don’t disappoint me, Itachi-kun.” The last had a slightly threatening undertone but Itachi wasn’t intimidated in the slightest.
The central piece was lain down and he would convince Neji. He would be mad at him but never leave him. Not after everything Itachi had done to make sure he was bound to him.

Preview Chapter VII
“We have agreed that his future wife will be Yazawa Kaoru, a distant relative of ours. She will be arriving shortly in Konoha and you will meet her next week, Neji-kun.”

Neji’s heart felt as if someone had smashed a hammer in it. “May I have permission to leave?”

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