The Destiny of a Stolen Heart
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Naruto AU/AR › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Naruto AU/AR › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
1,200
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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The Honest Liar
Wishing well keep your dimes and pennies buried in your hole
Dreams are unknown and the deepest desires are star told
Kisame paces the floor like an older brother waiting for Kurama’s arrival.
“Honestly, that kid is more trouble then he is worth.” He picks up the phone, for the fifth time and once again put in down before his itching fingers could dial it.
“I’ll give him twenty more minutes.” He decides firmly placing the phone on its cradle and walking away.
“Kurama please, please stick the plan.” he prays as he flops on the couch.
Itachi is sitting on his couch in his office. His untied hair spills on his bare shoulders. Miniature moon-shape shape welts littered his shoulder blades, neck and biceps. He can only stare. Stare at the now empty desk; stare at the ropes still tied to its legs. Stare at the crumpled towel thrown in a corner.
It had been a simply plan. A simple two-step plan. First he would get Shucchi alone interrogate him until he told the truth. Then he would fire him and press charges for trespassing and breaking an entering. He had the video to prove it so denial was out of the question. Perfect and simple. Yes that was until tonight fiasco of backfiring lust induced events.
All he can do now is just... Stare. Stare at the camera. The camera located behind his eye. A camera to captures all.
“Are you alright?” Kurama asks kneeling down in front of Itachi resting a hand on his knee.
Itachi blinks and caresses the concerned redhead’s tress. “Who are you and why are you here?”
Kurama leans into his hand blissfully closes his eyes “My friends called me Kurama, I was sent here destroy a man.” Kurama open his eyes and gazes into onyx pools. “But I accidentally fell in love.”
Itachi’s hand stills on Kurama’s head. “Hn, love always gets in the way of business.”
Kurama grab Itachi‘s hand and traces his finger over his love line, “I lost everything for love.”
“Foolish. Did you not learn.”
“Yes but sometime accidents happen no matter how cautious you are.”
“Never. I just have calculated missteps to prolonging a predetermined outcome.”
“Never? Then I shall not mention your shoes, however I do see now why you are good with calculated missteps.” Kurama stands up and walks to the doorway and leans smugly against the frame. His phone chirps, running his finger through his hair he exposes his left ear and places the small device on it.
“Where the fuck are you!” Kisame bellows.
“I got tied up,” he whispers into his phone as he slips around the corner for a more privacy.
Itachi did not miss Kurama’s hasty retreat or his particular choice of words. Kurama is an honest liar; a mental note is promptly made. Looking down at his shoes, he smirks and removes them, “No wonder he is walking around with just socks on.” Itachi mumbles. He had mistakenly put on Kurama’s shoes.
Kurama walks back in spewing a gagging amount of apologetic phases in to the phone. He slides the phone close and shakes his head.
“Disgruntled boyfriend.”
“No.” Kurama replies tightly with a raised eyebrow
“Don’t play brand new fox, there is not a soul on this earth who can pop a cock with out some practice so either you have a horde of toys or someone is fucking you.” Itachi rebukes bluntly and a bit too bitterly for his own taste.
“No, Itachi,” he says leaning in as his lips graze the nape of the Uchiha’s neck, “No one is fucking me, and unlike you every move I make is deliberate.”
Itachi blinks dumbfounded at Kurama as the red head kisses his cheek and hastily retreats toward the main hall and down the service elevator with a second thought or glance.
Itachi wonders what category does he fall under.
Itachi stands up and peers through the tinted window, down to the street below a car rolls up as Kurama walks out the building. The fox briefly stops then waves to another car driving up in the opposite direction. The later of the tow cars car pulls into the front spot as Kurama’s ride pulls off.
“Damn it.” Itachi curses backing away from the window while he is debating if he should turn the lights off his cell phone rings. “Hello”
“Working late I see.”
“Heading home now.” Itachi says in hopes his late night visitor would catch a subtle hint as continues to straighten a couple of disturbed items.
Itachi tosses the final pillow on the couch as his office door swings open and in walks a silver haired man with a grin to rival the Cheshire cat’s.
“Fu fu fu.” a man chuckles into his cell phone. “He is good”
“I am a professional.”
“My client was inquiring if you could do anything about his attitude?”
“No, and tell that ungrateful bitch of a cocktease not to fuck with my plans.”
“Ah, gladly but hasn’t the red head fucked over your plans already.”
Ochimararu smiles and closes his phone; they both know that message will not be delivered. He puts down his wine glass and picks up his remote. There are many perks in having immoral friends in many places tonight he is enjoying one of them on a 20 inch flat screen HD television.
The Uchiha clan is a excessively suspicious by nature and frugal by unnecessary choice, so when they were offered a to good to be true deals on home security video installation that included free monitoring and free installation for a business the paper work was signed on the spot.
The low hum of a well-hidden camera captures a separate scene as it reaches its climax.
Naruto’s hips roll and arch as his thrusts increase in speed and intensity. Blazing blue eyes are hypnotized by the sweat covered pale skin withering beneath them. A feral grin dances on Naruto’s face as his tempo slows yet his drive remains hard and to the hilt. Every precision thrust drawing the utmost beautiful of noises from his ill-mannered but quite forgiven raven.
“My, my…my” the older man hums appreciatively at the glowing screen. His hand slips into his pants, long fingers wrap around his fully erect and weeping shaft. His hand copies the slow leisurely pace of Naruto’s hips. Orochimuru’s essence bubbles and gushes pass his thumb. The melodic baritone cries of his infatuation fills his ears as the smell of polyester soaked semen filled his nostrils.
.
Smiling eyes crusted with blood
Beautiful prince upon your stallion
Sword drawn itching for a battle
My heart is lost in the bowels of love
Dreams are unknown and the deepest desires are star told
Kisame paces the floor like an older brother waiting for Kurama’s arrival.
“Honestly, that kid is more trouble then he is worth.” He picks up the phone, for the fifth time and once again put in down before his itching fingers could dial it.
“I’ll give him twenty more minutes.” He decides firmly placing the phone on its cradle and walking away.
“Kurama please, please stick the plan.” he prays as he flops on the couch.
Itachi is sitting on his couch in his office. His untied hair spills on his bare shoulders. Miniature moon-shape shape welts littered his shoulder blades, neck and biceps. He can only stare. Stare at the now empty desk; stare at the ropes still tied to its legs. Stare at the crumpled towel thrown in a corner.
It had been a simply plan. A simple two-step plan. First he would get Shucchi alone interrogate him until he told the truth. Then he would fire him and press charges for trespassing and breaking an entering. He had the video to prove it so denial was out of the question. Perfect and simple. Yes that was until tonight fiasco of backfiring lust induced events.
All he can do now is just... Stare. Stare at the camera. The camera located behind his eye. A camera to captures all.
“Are you alright?” Kurama asks kneeling down in front of Itachi resting a hand on his knee.
Itachi blinks and caresses the concerned redhead’s tress. “Who are you and why are you here?”
Kurama leans into his hand blissfully closes his eyes “My friends called me Kurama, I was sent here destroy a man.” Kurama open his eyes and gazes into onyx pools. “But I accidentally fell in love.”
Itachi’s hand stills on Kurama’s head. “Hn, love always gets in the way of business.”
Kurama grab Itachi‘s hand and traces his finger over his love line, “I lost everything for love.”
“Foolish. Did you not learn.”
“Yes but sometime accidents happen no matter how cautious you are.”
“Never. I just have calculated missteps to prolonging a predetermined outcome.”
“Never? Then I shall not mention your shoes, however I do see now why you are good with calculated missteps.” Kurama stands up and walks to the doorway and leans smugly against the frame. His phone chirps, running his finger through his hair he exposes his left ear and places the small device on it.
“Where the fuck are you!” Kisame bellows.
“I got tied up,” he whispers into his phone as he slips around the corner for a more privacy.
Itachi did not miss Kurama’s hasty retreat or his particular choice of words. Kurama is an honest liar; a mental note is promptly made. Looking down at his shoes, he smirks and removes them, “No wonder he is walking around with just socks on.” Itachi mumbles. He had mistakenly put on Kurama’s shoes.
Kurama walks back in spewing a gagging amount of apologetic phases in to the phone. He slides the phone close and shakes his head.
“Disgruntled boyfriend.”
“No.” Kurama replies tightly with a raised eyebrow
“Don’t play brand new fox, there is not a soul on this earth who can pop a cock with out some practice so either you have a horde of toys or someone is fucking you.” Itachi rebukes bluntly and a bit too bitterly for his own taste.
“No, Itachi,” he says leaning in as his lips graze the nape of the Uchiha’s neck, “No one is fucking me, and unlike you every move I make is deliberate.”
Itachi blinks dumbfounded at Kurama as the red head kisses his cheek and hastily retreats toward the main hall and down the service elevator with a second thought or glance.
Itachi wonders what category does he fall under.
Itachi stands up and peers through the tinted window, down to the street below a car rolls up as Kurama walks out the building. The fox briefly stops then waves to another car driving up in the opposite direction. The later of the tow cars car pulls into the front spot as Kurama’s ride pulls off.
“Damn it.” Itachi curses backing away from the window while he is debating if he should turn the lights off his cell phone rings. “Hello”
“Working late I see.”
“Heading home now.” Itachi says in hopes his late night visitor would catch a subtle hint as continues to straighten a couple of disturbed items.
Itachi tosses the final pillow on the couch as his office door swings open and in walks a silver haired man with a grin to rival the Cheshire cat’s.
“Fu fu fu.” a man chuckles into his cell phone. “He is good”
“I am a professional.”
“My client was inquiring if you could do anything about his attitude?”
“No, and tell that ungrateful bitch of a cocktease not to fuck with my plans.”
“Ah, gladly but hasn’t the red head fucked over your plans already.”
Ochimararu smiles and closes his phone; they both know that message will not be delivered. He puts down his wine glass and picks up his remote. There are many perks in having immoral friends in many places tonight he is enjoying one of them on a 20 inch flat screen HD television.
The Uchiha clan is a excessively suspicious by nature and frugal by unnecessary choice, so when they were offered a to good to be true deals on home security video installation that included free monitoring and free installation for a business the paper work was signed on the spot.
The low hum of a well-hidden camera captures a separate scene as it reaches its climax.
Naruto’s hips roll and arch as his thrusts increase in speed and intensity. Blazing blue eyes are hypnotized by the sweat covered pale skin withering beneath them. A feral grin dances on Naruto’s face as his tempo slows yet his drive remains hard and to the hilt. Every precision thrust drawing the utmost beautiful of noises from his ill-mannered but quite forgiven raven.
“My, my…my” the older man hums appreciatively at the glowing screen. His hand slips into his pants, long fingers wrap around his fully erect and weeping shaft. His hand copies the slow leisurely pace of Naruto’s hips. Orochimuru’s essence bubbles and gushes pass his thumb. The melodic baritone cries of his infatuation fills his ears as the smell of polyester soaked semen filled his nostrils.
.
Smiling eyes crusted with blood
Beautiful prince upon your stallion
Sword drawn itching for a battle
My heart is lost in the bowels of love