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Bunshin-san	By : peachandbetty Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1134 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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To Wadas, because she promised me Ita-pr0nz! And I heart her art! I rhyme.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. I don�t even own the shirt on my back.
Warnings: Very unconventional hand-sex. Very. SoloM, M/M, OOC (is inevitable).

Bunshin-san

It was quiet within the Akatsuki hideout. For once. As Itachi sat himself down for breakfast, he pondered through his lingering sleepy haze what was different for it to be this quiet on what leader called �rest day�. Yes, like any �God� Pein-san had a day of rest. And when Pein rested, they all did very willingly.
Kisame would disappear somewhere for the day, and not come back until the next. He claimed it was a chance to catch up on his banking, but upon noticing that his returns often accompanied a strong smell of cheap perfume, Itachi surmised a very different scenario he, quite frankly, wanted nothing to do with let alone think about.
Sasori would just sleep. As adamant as the red-haired nin was about using time to its maximum efficiency, the puppet master seemed to be quite bipolar in his behaviours whenever rest day came by.
And that left Deidara, the only other who would willingly stay in Rain. Ah. Now he knew why it was quiet, he thought as he sipped on some poorly made black coffee. Deidara shared Kisame�s habit of disappearing to the nearest sign of female habitation and wreaking havoc, but unlike the aesthetically challenged Mist-nin Deidara both had no trouble finding a willing partner and had no qualms about letting the whole world know about it.
So, Itachi smiled slightly to himself as he finally relaxed his muscles with the knowledge that the two loudest ninja, Kyuubi vessel aside, he had ever met in his life were, in fact, not in his life for the next�23 hours and 12 minutes. He was essentially alone, and that fact alone gave Itachi what he believed the true sense of rest. A break from those two.
Itachi stared hypnotically into his mug and he swirled the slightly cooled contents inside it. He really didn�t understand his �comrades� sometimes. Having worked with Kisame since relatively early in his ninja career, one would think he�d know everything there is to know about his partner. He should even understand somewhat the workings of Deidara�s explosive character with the years he had spent in his reluctant company.
But, despite this, he could not understand their�s or any other males� seemingly unrelenting need to seek sexual release. He had hit puberty at quite an early stage in his development, and yet had never felt the compulsion to engage in sexual intercourse as a form of release or even�how did Kisame refer to it�buff the banana?
What do they really get from it? For that brief moment of what he understood to be physical pleasure, they were made vulnerable for not only that time but for the entire process. They were rendered temporarily useless afterwards with weak, shaky muscles and their minds were dulled by it. They thought about it before, during and after, instead of keeping their focus on more beneficial things, like staying alert and alive. And to add the proverbial cherry to the cocktail, the ending result was�messy. Hardly a pleasant consequence in his opinion, though he had heard that men and women alike seek this strange, sticky sensation.
So, how could something with so many repercussions be good? Was that brief, momentary release really all that divine that people just didn�t care?
Itachi groaned to himself. He must be bored to be thinking of such things on his off day and still in his night clothes no less. Putting the mug in the sink, he made his way back to his plain, unadorned room, stripping his night shirt along the way to reveal his toned, sleek torso.
Stepping into the en suite, he stripped the remainder of his clothes and turned on the shower. Whilst waiting for the temperature to level, he inspected himself in the mirror, briefly wiping off the dried-on evidence of past showers with his palm.
Deidara had never had a problem in finding his�release, with a willing (sometimes more than one) woman, as his partner had incessantly bitched to him on several occasions. Deidara and he may have two very different and very contrasting appearances, but he judged himself to be similarly matched in what is considered to be physically attractive in a male.
And with that thought, another came unbidden and certainly unwanted into his mind. If he should find himself curious as to the answer to his previous inquisition, it would be all too easy to find out.
Itachi tore his eyes away from the mirror, as though his own reflection had betrayed him. What on earth had brought that on? He hadn�t seriously subconsciously considered such a thing had he? But�so what if he had? He was a man, and he had even acknowledged himself that such thoughts and acts were normal amongst those his age.
Stepping into the shower, hissing slightly as the hot water gave its initial bite, he briefly entertained the possibility of engaging in a casual act with a woman of his liking. He immediately dismissed the notion. He had never found himself to be drawn to a female in such a manner and he was certain that that would not change any time soon. Uchiha were picky with their mates, and Itachi had yet to meet a woman unique enough to catch his eye.
Lathering up some soap in his hands, Itachi thought that he�s settled it. He could only engage in the act with a willing woman, but this rather important component was currently unattainable. Thus, he would have to dismiss his curiosity as a brief moment of�
Genius. The hands lathering his hair slowed to a halt as he recalled something Deidara had told him once, drunk on sex and alcohol on his return from the last rest day. �Yeah, that one was hot,� he�d said, �Sometimes it�s better with a guy, yeah? They know exactly what you want, un�.
It made sense that men could deliver the same pleasures. He knew that there were many ways to achieve release, from his partner�s colourful recollections, and of those ways he knew, most were achievable by men alone. Not that he would ever let another man touch him. He almost laughed bitterly at the thought of being so vulnerable with another. He had also heard that the male with the smaller frame was often submissive and he�d be damned if he became submissive to any male, or female for that matter, because of the sleek, compact musculature he had worked diligently to maintain.
But, there was one individual he trusted diligently (most of the time), and he was certain this person would be able to aid him in his curiosities.
Rinsing his hands under the jet of its lather, he then turned off the current and took a careful sweep with his chakra for any out of place signals nearby, finding only Sasori�s chakra dormant in his slumber several doors down.
His hands forming rapid seals, his voice echoed the jutsu throughout the tiled steam-filled room.
�Kage Bunshin no Jutsu�

Lols. Yeah. I�m doing this in two parts. Lemon in the next bit. I�m not quite in the mood to write smut since I haven�t slept since two days ago. Will update ASAP because I REALLY want Wada to give me her pr0nz. L
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