Sunlight in a Dark Room

Author's Note: Thank you, AmuseMe, for the wonderful beta. :D *hugs* There's not much to say here this time. Just that I hope everyone enjoys. ^______^

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Chapter 11 – Red Moons


Three years ago.

Naruto was panting heavily. His clothes were torn and caked with dirt, barely holding together. His whole body ached and he was tired. He could feel his sweat sliding down the side of his face and wiped it away before it came into contact with either of his eyes. A stray drop would only serve to irritate and sting them. But that was the least of his problems at the moment.

Uchiha Sasuke stood not twenty feet from him in almost the same condition. His white shirt had been ripped off some time ago and Naruto watched in fascination as his friend’s large, handlike wings disappeared back into Sasuke’s body. His grey hair darkened to his normal ebony black while his skin lighted to that pale almost ghostly white that Naruto was so familiar with.

In front of him stood his friend.

His rival.

His equal.

Naruto had tapped into Kyuubi’s powers for this fight. He didn’t want to because he wanted to prove to Sasuke that he was strong in his own right but the act had already become a second nature to him. It really couldn’t be helped.

Lastly, Sasuke’s eyes turned from black on red to white on red.

“Sasuke.”

“Leave now, Uzumaki. There is no need for you to be here. I have no time to waste on you, Dobe.”

The words hurt. They held a conviction that the blond was perfectly capable of deciphering. It really hurt.

Naruto was vaguely aware of the presence of the Snake bastard somewhere towards the south. Waiting for them to finish. For Naruto’s death.

“You don’t mean that,” Naruto shot back.

No more words were spoken as Sasuke finally unsheathed his sword and sped towards the blond. Had Naruto been any other person, the killing blow would have struck him. Sasuke was moving at an insane speed and Naruto was able to match him hit for hit.

The younger Uchiha had shown no sign remotely indicating that he would just give up and go home. Naruto deduced that he would just have to kick the shit out of him then drag his ass home. It sounded so easy, but Sasuke was not even close to being tired. But neither was Naruto.

The blond barely managed to dodge the kunai that was about to slice his neck open. However, he was unable to avoid the jab to his abdomen. It was fast and unrelenting and had him flying back into a wall of rock. Not about to give Sasuke the chance to hit him while he was down, Naruto charged at his friend and threw anything and everything he had at him. Naruto’s taijutsu skills were not up to par with Sasuke’s but perseverance overruled skill and the blond was able to hit the Uchiha’s left kidney before managing an uppercut to Sasuke’s chin.

Sasuke didn’t fly as far as Naruto had, but it was enough to have him winded and spitting out the blood that had accumulated in his mouth.

Naruto smirked.

Served the bastard right.

“You’ve improved,” the black haired teen acknowledged.

Naruto didn’t reply. He wanted to get this over with. He knew that if he did manage to beat Sasuke, he would still have to deal with Orochimaru. Somehow. He doubted that he’d even have enough energy to take the Sannin on. The fucking coward would have no trouble killing Naruto if Sasuke should lose.

“Let’s just get this over with, Teme.”

Naruto spoke as he positioned himself into a defensive stance. He knew that Sasuke wouldn’t bother with planning an attack. After all, the Uchiha should know by now that the name ‘Uzumaki Naruto’ and planning just didn’t fit together.

As he thought, Sasuke attacked him directly. There were no underhanded attacks when it came to them. It was always raw and fierce and straight to the point. Neither had to look ‘underneath the underneath’ when facing each other. It was always a matter of pride.

Naruto saw the fist aimed for his stomach and allowed Sasuke to hit him; a minor technicality. He grunted in pain as his hands gripped the pale arm of his friend and, using the momentum gained from the punch, Naruto flipped himself up and around Sasuke. He landed on his feet behind the Uchiha, one hand still gripping the arm and the other holding a kunai against Sasuke’s neck.

“I could kill you right now,” Naruto hissed.

“Hn. No,” he paused, “You can’t.”

The blond berated himself because of the truth of that fact. He could never kill Sasuke. They both knew that. So the question was, as Naruto felt the kunai poking his side, could Sasuke kill him? It would be so easy.

Naruto let go and they put as much distance as they could between each other. The blond concentrated a steady flow of chakra to the palm of his hand, willing the particles to spin and spin, forming a ball of condensed blue chakra. He watched as Sasuke followed suit and his right hand started to glow and spark with the power of chidori. Neither of the teens noticed how easily their power came to them. It was an automatic response, their norm. They had both gotten stronger than either of them had ever imagined. And they were both about to break their fragile bond and seek the defeat of a friend.

Reminiscing the Valley of the End, Naruto and Sasuke attacked, both prepared for death.

Prepared for the kill.

An immense explosion was the result of the two powers colliding. The chakra struck the land in waves of incalculable force for miles. That fact never occurred to the pair of friends now kneeling in front of each other in the midst of the massive crater formed from the collision of jutsus. Exhausted but still refusing to give up, they waited. With their chakra and energy low, they needed some time to recuperate.

“One of us won’t survive this time, Naruto.”

It sounded like a promise. And it pained Naruto to admit it, but Sasuke may be right this time.

But Sasuke didn’t have to know that he was thinking the same thing.

“Fuck you, Sasuke. You know as well as I do that there is no way in hell that I’d let that happen. You selfish bastard,” Naruto scoffed and glared defiantly at his friend. He idly noted that the tomoes were spinning wildly within Sasuke’s crimson eyes.

“Hn. Dobe.”

That was the last thing Naruto heard before everything went black. He wasn’t sure what happened. Had he passed out? Did Sasuke beat him?

Was he dead?

A final thought crossed his mind and filled him with dread.

Did Sasuke kill him?

The blond could not see within the black space that had enveloped him. He lifted his hands and found that he couldn’t see them either. What the hell is going on? Maybe he got captured? And he was within a holding cell. That made sense.

It irked Naruto that the thought did not make him feel any better.

Where was Sasuke?

Rather than getting himself lost within the abyss of darkness, Naruto sat down, or was he standing? He really couldn’t tell. So he waited.

And waited.

Then slipped into a mindless state.

It was a long time before Naruto managed to think again. When he did, he found that his body was wracked with shivers and he was cold.

Alone.

He realized that he had been crying. For what? He did not know. And he was still crying. He couldn’t smell anything, and now, he couldn’t feel anything. The latter he realized when he thought he tried to touch his arm with his hand. There was nothing. It didn’t even feel like he moved.

So then, had he really been crying?

What the hell?

Doing what he assumed was taking a deep breath, the blond tried to clear his mind. To concentrate. On something. Anything. He was never very good at meditation, but to his albeit small delight, it was working. Naruto started to feel more relaxed and clearheaded.

Now he focused on getting himself out of the black void.

“Hn. I didn’t think you would have been able to get out of that one.”

Naruto opened his eyes at the sound of Sasuke’s voice but instead of his friend, he saw Konoha. His home. He watched as the villagers milled about, doing business here and there. He saw the Hokage tower, the mountain, the academy...

It was there that the imagery paused. Naruto saw a small blond boy sitting on a swing.

Himself.

He saw the people whispering; taunting him. And yet, they managed to ignore him - the monster and his pain.

An onslaught of loneliness suddenly plagued Naruto’s mind. It hit him in waves.

The image vanished only to be replaced with another memory. And another. And another.

Each of them was so warped and twisted it made Naruto nauseous. He knew they weren’t real. None of that stuff really happened. But the messed up thing was that despite his reluctance, he believed what he was seeing truly happened. He had been beaten, spat on, hated. No one had loved him.

No one wanted him.

He was worthless.

The pictures vanished and Naruto wept.

He didn’t know how long he knelt there and cried. He didn’t care.

Suddenly he found himself looking up at a six year old Sasuke. The Uchiha’s arm was extended towards him and he was smiling. A thought crossed Naruto’s mind. Sasuke looked happy. Happy to see him, to help him.

“Sasuke?”

“That’s my name. Do I know you?” The boy asked, “Why are you crying? Here, let me help you up.”

Naruto took the proffered hand and immediately noticed how warm Sasuke’s hand was. It was the last thing he felt before he was suddenly ripped from the scene and was now watching it from the side.

Did this really happen?

The blond watched as Sasuke hugged Naruto’s younger self and whisper things that he could not hear. Words of comfort, he thought because his five year old self smiled at the black haired boy and he returned the embrace.

The memory vanished and was replaced with another of them as children. Only to be replaced with another of them from when they were older.

Naruto watched in fascination at how their friendship worked. It was different seeing it from an outside perspective and to put it plainly, he and Sasuke had an unusual relationship. But he supposed that’s what made it so special. So strong.

There was another pause in the slideshow of him and Sasuke from the year before, at Orochimaru’s base. The second time Naruto failed to bring his friend home. He watched as Sasuke whispered some words to him, words he could remember distinctly as the Uchiha unsheathed his sword.

The blond had not realized how close Sasuke was to actually killing him. The blade moved in slow motion and Naruto expected Sai to appear and prevent Sasuke from going any further than he had.

Sai didn’t stop it.

He wasn’t even there.

Naruto was witnessing his impending death in shock. As he saw the blade slice into his body, a sharp pain erupted from his side and Naruto realized that he was not just watching it anymore. He was experiencing it. He could feel this blood ooze from the wound when the katana was extracted. His insides burned and he turned his head to look at Sasuke.

The older teen was grinning at him. He won.

A single tear rolled down Naruto’s cheek as he whispered, “Why?”

Blood was starting to pour into his esophagus and it was getting harder to breathe. He was becoming weak and leaned forward, grasping Sasuke’s shirt.
“It was,” Sasuke paused, “necessary.”

Naruto tried to laugh at that but only managed to cough up blood.

“Tch. Stupid bastard.”

Sasuke allowed the blond to lean on him only to stiffen when Naruto’s weak arms wrapped around his neck in a fragile embrace. His breath was becoming short and quick, blowing hot puffs of air against his shoulder. It was the last three words that Naruto spoke that made so much sense, that his mind repeated over and over until Sasuke gave in to his own madness.

“I forgive you.”

And Naruto died.

~*~

Even as the scenery practically flew by, Naruto could still figure out which direction they were headed. Passing by the area was inevitable. Naruto knew that. But still...it hurt. The reawakened memories were plaguing his thoughts and refused to sink back into the depths of his mind.

Before they had left the inn, Itachi had told him to get onto his back. Naturally, Naruto had refused and gave Itachi shit for even considering it. The older man had won this little battle though. Because Naruto was now perched on his captor’s back and they were traveling at an insane speed. The justu probably took a lot out of Itachi, but they had covered a huge amount of distance in the half day that they had already traveled.

Itachi noted the harsh grip Naruto had on his shoulders. He knew as well that they would be passing by the area in which Naruto and Sasuke had fought. Where the Snake Sannin had perished. Naruto had not yet spoken about that particular time. He doubted the blond had told anybody about it. He assumed that only Naruto and Sasuke knew what had truly transpired.

As green changed to a desolate brown, Naruto’s grip loosened.

“Stop.”

Itachi turned to look at his passenger and nodded. He hindered his chakra flow and they stopped instantly.

Naruto fidgeted until Itachi relinquished his hold and let him down.

He gazed at the vast expanse of barren land lost within his own memories. He remembered, in great detail, how the many areas of charred ground had come to be. How the craters were formed. And where the Snake bastard had died.

Itachi kept his distance from the forlorn blond; considering him. He should have anticipated Naruto to want to stop here. He had known they would pass by the area, but figured Naruto would want to keep as far away from here as possible. Itachi, again, wondered what Sasuke could have done to Naruto to make him so...lost.

Naruto sat down within the midst of a particularly large crater. This one was the last to be made during their little ‘confrontation’.

Tch. Bastard.

It wasn’t necessarily the fighting that had Naruto so bothered. Had he not been engulfed with that genjutsu, he would have handed Sasuke’s ass to him. Well, Naruto thought so anyways.

That genjutsu Sasuke had trapped him in. Those things Sasuke had shown him, had done to him. Had taken away from him. That’s what hurt the most. Like a chain reaction, the illusion had picked apart every little painful detail in Naruto’s life, everything, and forced the blond to relive it.

And then his best friend killed him.

Naruto couldn’t remember much of what happened after that and Sasuke never told him about it either except that he had killed Orochimaru and the brief exchange of words they had before the blond passed out.

“Take me home, Usuratonkachi.”

“Heh. Teme.”

“Naruto?”

The blond turned to see Itachi’s inquiring gaze. How long had he been standing there?

“Let’s go,” Naruto’s voice was quiet.

Itachi nodded and allowed the blond to climb onto his back. He performed the hand seals quickly and the pair vanished.

~*~

It was nightfall when they had finally stopped to rest. The waning moon cast a faint glow through the cracks within the canopy of trees. It didn’t serve well as a source of light, but it was enough. Naruto was thoroughly exhausted more so emotionally than anything else. They were camping tonight and he couldn’t be more grateful. All he wanted was to sleep the night away and attempt to repress all that had happened; everything that he remembered.

Sitting down and looking over at Itachi who had started a small fire and was currently sifting through the scrolls. Probably, Naruto thought, for blankets and food. As he watched the older man, Naruto noticed that his Sharingan had been deactivated. A result from that jutsu? Most likely. They did manage to travel a hell of a lot farther than Naruto expected. Itachi’s weariness though meant that they would be walking the next day. He supposed that it was okay because they had left the Sound.

Naruto frowned, “I thought you said that it would take two days to get out of the Sound.”

“Hn. I did,” Itachi confirmed as he dropped several blankets beside Naruto, “We will eat then get some rest. We leave at dawn.”

The blond ignored the command and continued, “Well, it only took a day.”

“It did.”

Naruto rolled his eyes, “You’re being an asshole.”

Itachi quirked an eyebrow at the crude remark but did not comment. They didn’t speak while the Uchiha prepared their simple dinner which consisted of rice and dry meat. As Naruto ate, he silently wished that he had gotten that redhead bastard to add ramen to their food supply.

Naruto mentally kicked himself for not thinking about it sooner. Then a thought crossed his mind.

“Say, Itachi?”

“What is it?”

“Are we almost to wherever you’re taking me?”

Naruto forced himself to keep eye contact with his captor.

After seeing that the defiant blond would not back down so easily this time, Itachi nodded, “Yes.”

What Naruto said next both surprised and confused him.

“Good.”

The Uchiha had presumed that Naruto would be acting strangely for the rest of their time together. However long that may be. And so, it was with an inquiring eye that Itachi watched Naruto sleep. He was perched on a branch of the tree that his captive was currently sleeping under; keeping watch. They were not far from the Sound it would be inconvenient to be caught off guard.

Well, Naruto had been sleeping a moment ago. Itachi’s hand reached up and caught the pebble aimed for his face. He frowned as he looked below him at the perpetrator. Naruto was gazing up at him with a look that the Uchiha could not quite discern. Curious, he slipped off the branch and landed in front of the blond with practiced ease.

Naruto, Itachi noticed, was fidgeting. He was nervous. Itachi could see the mild perspirition and slight flush of Naruto’s cheeks in the firelight. There was an emptiness within the depths of his blue eyes that Itachi felt drawn to. It had been there since they arrived in the Sound and had thus far remained.

But the Uchiha could also see a spark of determination behind the void. He witnessed it leak out past the gap of dull indigo colour and wash most of it away. What was left was a bright azure that can only be identified as Uzumaki Naruto.

Said Uzumaki had closed the short distance between them, saying nothing as he observed the older man before him. A slight frown marred his features as he, what Itachi assumed, considered whatever it was that he wanted to say. Wariness was now evident in Naruto’s posture. He felt, rather than saw, Naruto’s hand touch his own. It was merely a brush of his fingers against the back of Itachi’s hand.

It was a test.

Itachi made no move to stop his captive, giving Naruto permission to continue. The fingers drew two circles before tracing an invisible line up the Uchiha’s arm. Dipping into the striation along his forearm, his fingers moved up over the curve of a defined bicep and finally rested at the nape of Itachi’s neck. Naruto curled his hand and held onto the Uchiha with a firm grip.

Not once did they break eye contact.

And then it hit him.

Itachi showed no sign of realizing what Naruto was trying to initiate. He didn’t want to. He stood still – rigid – as he felt Naruto repeat the process with his other arm. When both hands held a firm grip on him, Naruto pulled Itachi forward and tilted his own head as the gap between them was closed.

The blond brushed his lips against Itachi’s. A ghost of a touch. His eyes were half lidded as he followed the line of the black haired man’s jaw, teasing the skin with his breath. A kiss was placed at the tip of the bone before Naruto took Itachi’s lobe between his teeth and sucked. It was not enough to leave a mark but the blond could feel the barest of shivers that he knew Itachi couldn’t hold back. The Uchiha had yet to react to Naruto’s ministrations.

And he did accordingly.

Itachi rested his hands on Naruto’s hips, pulling the shorter body flush against his own. He reciprocated Naruto’s previous action and sucked Naruto’s earlobe into his mouth. Satisfied with the unhindered shudder of the younger man, Itachi’s breath tickled Naruto’s ear as he spoke.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Naruto.”

There was a short pause as he felt his captive’s body tense.

“I know.”

Itachi pulled back and eyed the blond before him. Searching for any reason not to continue. When he found none, Itachi crushed their lips together. It was a bruising kiss that Naruto had quite literally welcomed with open arms.

He was okay with this.

Their teeth clacked and Naruto gasped when Itachi bit his lip, filling their senses with the smell and taste of blood.

Raw and unrefined passion.

“There’s no going back after this,” Itachi stated when they parted for breath.

Naruto kissed him again.

“I know.”

Need.

He did know. He had mulled over the pros and cons of even considering doing something like this with Itachi. It had been a while since he last felt the touch of a lover’s hands upon his skin and he knew that it was the same for the man before him. He could tell by the brashness of Itachi’s movements.

Rough and demanding.

Not that Naruto would mind a round of hard sex, but that was not what he needed now. It was not what he craved. He wanted to feel things. He wanted to make it last until they could reach that almost unattainable high and fall into that blissfully addicting oblivion. He hoped that Itachi was not an impatient lover.

Naruto felt the cool night air caress his skin when Itachi’s hands grabbed onto the hem of his shirt and lifted the garment up and off. The older man admired the strong body in front of him before allowing Naruto to remove his own top. He let the blond roam his eyes over his torso. Almost nervous hands surveyed his lean form tracing each and every crevice that defined a muscular torso.

Itachi watched Naruto with mild amusement. He could see that his captive could not tell if what he was doing affected him. And Itachi would never admit it aloud but Naruto’s touches felt good. He had never permitted the few people he had fucked to make contact with him any way that was unnecessary during sex. Because that’s exactly what it was, needless and unwanted.

So Itachi found it strangely refreshing to feel another person feeling him so intimately. He wanted this.

He needed it.

After he had finished discovering his captor’s torso, Naruto leaned into the older man and breathed in Itachi’s scent. He sighed quietly and placed a soft kiss on the pale column of Itachi’s neck. Naruto’s face grew determined – trying to mask his uneasiness – when he stepped away from the Uchiha. They made eye contact for the briefest of moments before Itachi’s gaze fell to Naruto’s hands. Slowly and tediously, Naruto undid the buckle holding his belt on and slipped his sandals off his feet. The button was undone and Itachi could hear the zipper being drawn down.

A feeling of long since repressed pleasure began to pool in his groin at the erotic display before him. Itachi could not tell if Naruto was trying to act this way or if it was just one of those things that came naturally to the blond.

The pants and boxers were removed without another thought and Naruto now stood completely naked, baring himself in the most intimate of ways to the man before him. He was still somewhat nervous about the situation but Naruto had long since accepted it.

And now he waited.

Itachi was giving him this intense look that Naruto could not quite discern. It was hard and calculative yet Naruto could see a lot of curiosity within the mix. The younger man found it almost amusing to see the elder Uchiha at a loss in how to handle their current situation. Naruto thought that he’d have to make the first move, again, until he felt cool fingers infused with the slightest bit of chakra.

It felt amazing and it wasn’t enough. After finally opening his eyes – which he wasn’t aware he even closed – Naruto looked down to see the seals appear on his stomach. It was painfully obvious that the seal was breaking. The interwoven lines were cracked and fading. He supposed Itachi was checking while he had the chance.

Damn bastard.

Other possible names that Naruto could come up with were nullified when he felt his captor’s lips on his neck.

Finally.

Itachi’s hands pulled Naruto’s naked body flush against his own and let his arms wander the expanse of the younger man’s back. To Naruto’s dismay, the Uchiha had ceased the small current of chakra, but he supposed that Itachi didn’t want to cause anymore damage to the seal. It was a smart move despite Naruto’s disappointment at the loss of the feeling.

Itachi had moved to bite and mark other areas of the blond’s torso and neck. The slight stinging sensation after each claim on him left Naruto tingling with anticipation for what was to come. Moist lips descended upon his own and a strong tongue forced itself deep within his mouth. Naruto gave Itachi full reign of the kiss, using it as a form of distraction as his hands made quick work of the other man’s last remaining article of clothing. Tan hands pushed Itachi’s pants and under garments down his legs and broke their kiss to allow him to remove both them and his sandals.

Naruto’s breath hitched and his heartbeat rapidly against his chest. He had not seen Itachi fully exposed before and to say he was pleased was an understatement. His already hardened cock twitched in excitement.

That was all it took for him to quite literally reattach himself to the Uchiha’s mouth. His hands instinctively reached for Itachi’s hair and pried it loose from the tie to grip it hard and unyielding. Itachi let his hands slip down over Naruto’s ass to take a hold of each thigh. As his legs were spread apart, the blond was lifted up and automatically wrapped his legs around the proffered waist.

The sudden contact between his cock and Itachi’s stomach had him gasping in surprise and Naruto began to grind his hips to get more of that wonderful friction. With each downward push, Naruto brushed against Itachi’s stiffened member.

It was only a moment more before Naruto found himself on his back on top of the blankets he had been sleeping in earlier. Itachi was hovering over him considering on whether or not to go through with this. The blond chuckled at Itachi’s inner debate with himself and reached up to kiss his lover.

It was too late to stop now anyways.

They parted with a loud smack of their lips. Taking a moment to gather enough breath to continue, Itachi reached up and traced an invisible line between the red and purple bruises he had adorned Naruto’s neck with. Starting at the base of the blond’s tanned column and finally finishing at his kiss swollen lips.

Getting the hint, Naruto flicked his tongue out and licked the fingertips before coaxing the digits into his mouth. He idly noted that he was definitely going to be sore in the morning.

Itachi stared at the alluring sight of Naruto sucking – lubricating – his fingers. The hot and wet oral muscle rubbed, twisted and twirled fuelling the desire that had been steadily growing since their little ‘activity’ began. Itachi nipped at Naruto’s throat and his hand was released immediately.

He followed the line of Naruto’s side with his thumb and smirked against the blond’s neck when tan thighs spread farther apart in anticipation for what was to come. Itachi hooked Naruto’s left leg around his arm and pushed forward so that his captive was almost fully curled up beneath him. He placed the palm of his hand on Naruto’s outstretched thigh and slid his hand around the limb to raise it over his opposite arm.

Naruto moaned when Itachi touched the tip of his dripping cock with his thumb and traced the vein down to lightly brush and tease the pair of balls resting at the base. At the same time the black haired man eased his two lubricated fingers into Naruto’s opening. The tight muscles tensed at the intrusion, attempting to push the foreign objects out.

Naruto tried to relax but it had been too long since this had been done to him. He tried to even out his breathing and will his body to accept the incursion. Figures the bastard would force two fingers in rather than let him get used to one before adding another.

As soon as the muscles went lax, Itachi started to move. After the first few initial thrusts Naruto gasped as his back arched up even more off the blankets. Itachi had found his prostate. Naruto could feel the older man smirk in the crook of his neck as his breath was reduced to heavy panting that was overtaken by louder moans with each brush against his sensitive nerves.

Bastard.

He groaned when he felt Itachi’s digits within him scissor and stretch his opening even more.

“I...Itachi!” Naruto managed to speak, “Enough.”

Hoping that he got his point across, Naruto waited impatiently for his captor to remove his fingers.

“Hn.”

Naruto practically heard the amusement dripping off of his predicted response in waves. Too bad he was already lost in the intense feelings Itachi was invoking within him to care.

Itachi shifted above him and Naruto could feel the tip of the Uchiha’s cock poke at his prepared entrance. They lay there – Naruto slightly bent underneath a balanced Itachi – until the blond nodded his ascension. Achingly slow, Itachi pushed forward and penetrated Naruto’s aperture.

Tight.

Hot.

Fuck. That hurts.

Naruto clenched his eyes shut and grunted his discomfort. His hands fisted and clawed at Itachi’s back undoubtedly leaving marks. The only sign of exertion of the man above him was the heavy breaths against his neck. They suspended their activity for a moment to allow Naruto time to get used to having a hard cock embedded within his ass.

As soon as the muscles relaxed, Itachi pulled back and thrust back in enticing a groan from both men.

There was definitely no going back now.

A rhythm was set that allowed Naruto to move his hips in time against Itachi’s. But the more Itachi’s cock grazed the blond’s prostate, their flow would falter and Naruto was always left behind to catch up. Not that he was complaining. For every time those hidden nerves were stimulated, an array of colours would dance across his eyes until they coalesced into a pair of crimson orbs that Naruto would later identify as Itachi’s Sharingan.

Red moons.

The second Itachi started to move faster, Naruto could no longer keep up in his current position and allowed the black haired man take control of their copulation? It was just fucking, right? Naruto really didn’t know yet. It was something they had to work out later and honestly, he could care less right now.

A strong hand gripped his hip tightly, probably bruising him, and Itachi leaned down to capture Naruto’s lips in an infiltrating kiss. Their slick mouths moved together, tongues writhing and twisting. The blond audibly keened when Itachi’s stomach was low enough to brush back and forth against his dripping, forgotten cock. In response to the added stimulation, Naruto relinquished his hold on one of Itachi’s shoulders and reached down to fist himself.

Itachi bit Naruto’s abused bottom lip before looking down, between their sweaty bodies to watch the blond masturbate as he fucked him. It was an erotic picture that had the Uchiha memorizing every minute detail. From the sounds of their bodies becoming one to the look of utmost passion adorning Naruto’s whiskered face. All of it – everything – was building up to that mutual culmination that they both strove to reach.

And it only took a piercing cry of his name ripped from the blond’s lips as Naruto’s white hot seed spilled into the space between their moving bodies. The almost unbearable clenching of Naruto’s inner muscles quite literally milked Itachi of his own orgasm as he groaned and poured his own seed deep within the depths of his lover.

As their breathing and racing pulse slowly regulated, the pair regarded each other silently. The firelight flickered shadows across their flushed and sweaty features and it was the first time Naruto noticed the moon behind Itachi. Coherent thought was next to impossible when Naruto watched the Sharingan fade into an intense, ebony black that he found himself lost within.

Naruto smiled at the older man and pulled him down into a soft kiss that was a far cry from their previous ones.

It was their final seal; an understanding.

He removed his arms from around Itachi’s back as his lover pulled out of him. Naruto frowned at the discomfort but did not voice it. His legs were placed onto the blankets and covered with another before a chill from the air could make him shiver. He closed his eyes and felt Itachi’s warm body shift to his side and lay beside him. When the Uchiha made no move, Naruto sighed in annoyance and wrapped an arm loosely around Itachi’s stomach. The man beside him tensed at the sudden contact but seemed to relax after a few moments. He knew that Itachi would have never been the cuddling type so he didn’t expect him to respond to his closeness.

It was a start though.

His eyes started to droop and Naruto yawned before giving in and allowing sleep to overtake him.