You Belong to Me. Always.

Author's Note: I would like to apologize to everyone (Miss Mayumi – Got your email... sooooo very very sorry) for being so late with this update. Things have been very crazy for me lately, I was out of state. I was applying for another job – etc etc... Needless to say my poor Ita/Naru smut writing had to take a backseat. Again, I will try to be more punctual in these next few months – though I make no promises... Chapter 15, another ninja (though not a Konoha storyline-story) based story. I hope you all like!

I've always loved the pairing of Naruto and Itachi but there isn't enough fanfics out on them! So here is an attempted contribution. Please don't flame. Constructive criticism welcome, though I know already that this pointless smut. Don't bother telling me that! XD

One more thing... THIS IS YAOI!!!! MAN ON MAN! DON'T LIKE?! WELL THEN DON'T READ! Ahem... Thank you. *Bows*

Thinking – thoughts of respective characters
“talking” – what characters are verbally saying
~flashback~/~timeskip~ - indicates a flashback in time or a time timeskip

You Belong to Me. Always.
Chapter 15: Naruto-Hime

“Wai-t! Wa-it, ple-” that last plead was as far as the begging man got before the blade descended through his body, silencing him forever. The tall ANBU calmly wiped his blade and slid it into his sheath, turning to leap away before he was detected. Mission complete.

He moved without sound, as if nothing more than a shadow, turning only slightly to watch the explosion as his tags went up, taking down most of the building and burning the rest. Yes... the mission had been an easy success. Rushing back to the shadowy village he called “home”, Itachi Uchiha, the youngest Elite ANBU ever, felt nothing as cold rain began to fall. It was just another mission.

Entering into the main hall of the central complex, Itachi knelt respectful in front of Arashi Kazama, a man he deeply respected and who led the ninja clan. After finishing his report, Itachi eyed his leader through his mask, wondering quietly at the expression on his face, a mix of worry and resolve.

“Itachi-san, please sit down. You can remove your mask, I’ve called for some tea. I know you are very tired from your last mission but there is something I need to discuss with you...” Arashi looked Itachi directly through his eye slits, emphasizing the seriousness of his statement. Itachi complied, his mind calculating what Arashi might want to talk about. After they had shared some tea and light snacks, Arashi put the cup down and stared at Itachi, all business.

“We have received word from Lord Tomoda about Amaterasu-hime*1 of the Hi-shrine*2. Amaterasu is in danger from an organization calling itself Oto – a small village composed of vicious missing-nin led by our old nemesis, Orochimaru.” Itachi frowned, that sick missing-nin snake freak was one of the worst and the most irritating ninja still alive (miraculously in Itachi’s not-so-humble opinion).

“Why is he after the shrine leader?” Itachi queried. Amaterasu-hime was the shrine leader who protected all of the surrounding lands, keeping the demons at bay and freeing lingering souls so they could move on. She was an important person, one of the most important in the entire country really second only to the feudal lord himself. Because it took so long to train one and really only the current one knew all the proper rituals and shields, if one died or somehow incapitated it would leave everything a wasteland, an end that surely not even one so stupid as Orochimaru would want. Of course, it was a possibility – this was Orochimaru they were talking about.

“Probably because he wants to try and control some demons...” Arashi sighed. Itachi eyed him,

“I wasn’t aware that Amaterasu was capable of also controlling demons, not just banishing them...”

“Amaterasu is not... But Orochimaru, with his range of sick experiments wants to get his hands on some demons, mostly lesser ones and do only Kami knows what... He could also hold Amaterasu-hime for ransom if nothing else.” Itachi nodded, his eyes shutting as his genius mind began to calculate what it would mean if Amaterasu was captured.

“Itachi...” Ebony black eyes snapped open to stare intently into gray. “I’m assigning you to this task. Shinobi aren’t really allowed on the shrine grounds, much less in any great numbers, so the mission calls for one elite within the grounds with support teams without. Hopefully with our jonin surrounding the shrine and you on the inside, Amaterasu won’t fall into Orochimaru’s hands... This will most likely be your most difficult mission ever. You leave in two days.”

“Hai.” Itachi’s eyes were intense as he accepted his new mission.

~Amaterasu Holy Shrine~
“Uchiha-dono, thank you for coming so quickly. We are most grateful that a ninja of your caliber was sent,” Itachi nodded to the priest’s words of thanks.

“This matter is too important to leave it to anyone else.” The elderly man bowed. “I will also need to see Amaterasu-hime.” The man straightened and nodded, gesturing down a hallway,

“Please, Uchiha-dono. Amaterasu-sama is currently resting in the garden.” Following the old man, Itachi carefully scanned the surroundings, making note of halls, windows, openings, possible venues of attack and anything else of interest. They entered into a wide open square of space towards the center of the shrine which was lushly green with a large crystal blue pool in the center, walking over several bridges to a central pavilion. It was gorgeous, and had Itachi not been staring at something else, he certainly would have admired it...

As it was, his attention was fixed on Amaterasu, proclaimed by the flowing white robes that he wore. The first thing Itachi realized was that he’d been mistaken in thinking that Amaterasu was a priestess, the priest was definitely male. The second thing Itachi realized was that this priest was possibly the most beautiful creature he’d ever laid eyes on. He had skin that was perfectly tanned with almost a hint of gold to it, lending an aura of health and a glow to his body. Said body was lithe and delicately muscular but his hips and shoulders were rather narrow and he was actually quite slender under his robes making him appear more ‘beautiful’ than ‘handsome’. His face was a little rounded and framed by gold hair falling in spikes not unlike the sun for which his title was named. And his eyes were the color of a perfectly clear blue sky without a cloud anywhere in it, clear, deep and resonating deep within Itachi to a place he’d long considered cold and dead.

“-hiha-dono? Uchiha-dono?” Snapping out of his surprise, Itachi forced his head down to the older man.

“I’m sorry, what?” He asked politely.

“Uchiha-dono, this is Amaterasu-sama, Naruto-hime.”

“Sarutobi-san! Don’t call me hime! I’ve told you that!” This... Naruto... his voice was quite mellow and laughing, slightly deep but very firm and kind. He gave the older man a scolding look then turned to Itachi, his eyes dimming ever so slightly, bowing respectfully.

“Itachi-sama, welcome to the shrine, forgive me for not coming to greet you in person – apparently it’s too dangerous for me to even do that,” Naruto gave the old man a peeved look which he ignored.

“Hai, Naruto-sama,” dropping to one knee, he bowed his head respectfully, one fist against the ground. “Amaterasu-sama, I, Itachi Uchiha of the Konoha Shadow Clan, will protect you with my life. I swear to stop Orochimaru and guarantee your safety.” Itachi spoke the words that were expected of a ninja, but was surprised to feel soft tanned hands on his shoulders, gently pulling him to his feet.

“Itachi-sama, thank you, but I hope you do not need to give up your life for me. That would actually make me very sad. I just wish I could defend myself a little better...” Itachi stared into those blue eyes, sad but still gloriously clear and felt his heart stir at the young man’s heartfelt words. Itachi nodded, drawing another glorious smile, making Itachi’s own lips twitch.

~7 Months Later~
Itachi was in trouble. He’d been in trouble from the moment he’d walked over the bridge to see Naruto-hime, but now he was really in trouble. Itachi stopped his headlong rush through the trees, leaned against a trunk and shut his eyes. It had been almost half a year now and Orochimaru was starting to be pushed back. With the combined efforts of all the various ninja clans, they had killed many of his nins and had crippled or captured many of his fortresses and laboratories, though the slippery slimy little thing continued to slither away.

There had been multiple assaults on the shrine, all repulsed thankfully. Itachi never left Naruto’s side so it was impossible for Orochimaru to slip assassins past, not that he hadn’t tried. But Itachi was still in trouble. That trouble was named Naruto. A blue-eyed angel who made him loose all self control and hacked away his hard-won cold mask like it was made of tissue rather than years and years of practice. Itachi was genius enough to recognize what he was feeling, it was... affection... a bond... maybe even love.

Naruto was not what he had been expecting. He’d expected a female, a soft well bred female, who would be quiet and do her priestess duties. Instead he got a talkative blond who demanded that Itachi tell him about himself, shared meals with him and insisted that Itachi play go with him and stargaze. He also was obsessed with ramen and when the other priests didn’t force him to wear his robes, he took to wearing a ghastly orange yukata that Itachi had thankfully (the priests were thankful to Itachi too) managed to get rid of since it practically screamed – “here! Here! I’m here! Please kill me!” NOT the sort of person a ninja wanted to protect. He was also quite active running hither and thither like some sort of bird – Itachi was a strong ninja but his stamina really couldn’t compare to this hyperactive priest’s!

But worst of all, Itachi was growing attached to the priest. He was bright, beautiful and a beam of happiness that Itachi had never seen before. He’d at first just been intrigued but lately it was becoming harder and harder to ignore the attraction especially when Naruto was reciprocating. There were no rules against Amaterasu taking a lover, in fact it was encouraged. It was proven that a priest that had a lover was mentally safer. Killing demons and being steeped in darkness banishing them and dealing with wild, undead spirits took their toll on the priest which Itachi had seen first hand when he’d watch Naruto deal with a corrupted, possessed sword that was brought to the shrine. The poor blond had been so exhausted when he’d finished that Itachi had had to carry him back to his room.

So for that reason it was expected that Naruto would take a lover eventually if only to have something that connected him to the human world rather than the strange supernatural one he dealt with. And somehow – Itachi couldn’t explain it if his life was on the line – he’d become Naruto’s target. Itachi heaved a sigh, opening his eyes to stare at the compound knowing he had to go back soon. He supposed it was partially his fault, after all he’d done nothing to discourage Naruto’s interest and had even encouraged them by being a little too close. It was just that like a moth to a flame, Itachi couldn’t help himself. He desperately, on a deep level, wanted to feel Naruto’s light within himself. Itachi knew it couldn’t go on like this anymore, the tension was bound to hurt them both.

Leaping back, Itachi made his decision, he would speak with Naruto tonight and get everything out in the open and make everything clear. He would take the priest for a lover – both of them needed a release and more than just missions and duties. Itachi did things decisively and this situation was no different. He would not waver or question his choice, he was too strong to do something that foolish. No matter what the end was, so as long as it was his decision, he’d make do with it.

Itachi entered the shrine quickly, automatically making his way to the central rooms where Naruto slept. He didn’t have any exorcisms today and it was already too dark to be in the garden, so he was most likely reading in his rooms. Moving silently by habit, Itachi moved to the shoji screen and pushed it back, shutting it firmly behind him before turning to look for the beautiful blond.

And he found him.

There were many candles setup in high stands around the blond man who wore a soft white silk robe with nothing underneath loosely tied around his tan hips. Naruto stared at Itachi, his cheeks flushed but his eyes crackling with determination (something that inspired a chill down Itachi’s spine). Never had Itachi felt more hunted. Naruto moved forward with surety and Itachi watched him with hooded ebony eyes as the priest stood not a hair’s breath away from his body, looking up at him. For a moment Naruto just stared, telling Itachi with his eyes that he wanted him just as much as Itachi wanted him back.

Reaching up with slightly trembling tan fingers, Naruto unsnapped the white ANBU vest and put it down. Piece by piece, he stripped Itachi of all his weapons and swords and various scrolls, kunai, shuriken and exploding tags placing them in a neat pile on the floor. Finally he reached up towards the headband. He hesitated as his fingers brushed the soft black fabric, trying to gauge Itachi’s reaction and emotions. Itachi answered his questions by bowing his head to allow Naruto to remove the last remaining physical object that marked him a ninja.

They stood, body-to-body, just man and man, not ninja and not priest, soaking up the feeling. Itachi initiated contact next, putting an arm around his body and pulling Naruto to him, before kissing Naruto’s pouty pink lips. Naruto responded immediately, his mouth molding to Itachi’s thinner one. He tastes like the finest sake, cool green tea and like fire, Naruto thought dimly as he allowed Itachi to control the kiss.

Itachi savored the wild flavors of Naruto as he probed every inch of the pink mouth with his tongue. Naruto gladly returned the favor. Without breaking their caressing kiss, their tongues intertwined, Itachi scooped Naruto up and headed for the priest’s waiting futon. Easing Naruto’s body into it, Itachi pulled the loose end of the tie and it came away. Itachi ran a firm hand over Naruto’s pliant body, running from his upper thigh all the way up to his chest, before breaking their kiss to straddle Naruto’s hips.

Naruto moaned, arching under Itachi, wanting more skin-to-skin contact. Itachi complied by leaning down and rubbing their budding arousals together. Naruto gasped at the contact, before his beautiful eyes fluttered shut as he shuddered. Itachi laid a soft wet path of open-mouthed kisses over Naruto’s body, down his chest, pausing over each dusky nipple before slowly moving down his tanned body to Naruto’s flat stomach. Naruto let out another moan as Itachi teased him mercilessly with his tongue, tracing his muscles, tasting his skin.

Finally, Naruto, never very patient, decided he’d been toyed with enough and demandingly slammed forward. Itachi could help but let out a dark rusty chuckle.

“Impatient are we?”

“It-tachi! Stop teasing me! Right. Now.”

“As you... command,” Itachi firmly gripped Naruto’s cock and kneeling between his legs, gently began to slide his tongue over the head. Naruto let out a short scream at the sensations as Itachi began to suck and lick him, tormenting him by pumping him with his hand and alternating with deep hard sucks. Naruto bucked in the futon, writhing, his arms gripping the sheets hard enough to tear them. As Itachi felt his priest’s body readying for release, he coolly pulled away. Naruto let out another cry, this one of anguish.

“Kaaa-mmii!! Itachi! Are- you trying – to kill me?!” He begged, arching his hips a little more, his legs spread wide. Itachi just gave a short grin.

“I thought you didn’t want to be teased anymore. So let’s move on.” Itachi grabbed one the pillows and slid it under Naruto’s hips, raising them so Itachi could clearly see Naruto’s tight virgin hole. Dipping two of his fingers in some oil from the lamp, Itachi gently began to lubricate and prepare Naruto. Naruto moaned deeply at the unbelievable sensation of his protector probing his fingers deep inside his ass.

It hurt a little but it was nothing compared to the pleasure he got, especially when Itachi... brushed... over... this... ooooonnnneeee... spot! Naruto shook, his blue eyes wide and hazed over. Itachi’s dark eyes never left the sight of Naruto’s body spasming under his control. He knew his limits and the stoic ninja was rapidly reaching them.

Finally, it was just too much to see Naruto’s flushed face and ready body. Slipping his fingers out of Naruto’s tight portal, he eased the head of his cock through his tight anal muscles. Naruto let out a slow wining mew at his first feeling of being penetrated. Itachi rested just as he was half-way in, unable to believe how tight Naruto was. It felt like he was wearing a second skin. Naruto frowned, and thrust his body forward taking the rest of Itachi’s cock inside of him.

Itachi’s head flew back completely of its own accord. He was balls deep in the man who he was sworn to protect with his life and it felt like Heaven. Itachi was taken completely by surprise by Naruto’s sudden action – though thinking back on it he shouldn’t have been surprised... Naruto would never be mistaken for a patient person, probably not even if he was old and gray at the age of a 100.

Itachi snapped his head forward to look at the flashing lustful eyes of the impatient lover beneath him. Naruto couldn’t find the breathe to speak (or rather scream) but the message could not be any clearer - Move! Or I’ll move for you!

The dark ninja snarled at the challenge, his blood pumping harder than it ever had on any mission. But as Itachi began to pull out and thrust back into Naruto’s tight waiting heat he realized at the back of his mind that this was the first time he’d ever been so heated or passionate about anything. Naruto triggered something that he’d thought he’d lost or never had. He wanted to feel and this man made him feel more than he’d even considered.

Naruto felt like Itachi was torching him from the inside. Every thrust went deeper inside his body, rubbing slickly against his walls. He could practically feel ever vein on Itachi’s throbbing cock as he was pounded hard into the floor. Naruto’s senses were enhanced with the pleasure, every sensation washing over him. But the constant was those dark black eyes that stared down at him, drawing him in and upwards towards some high spiraling peak.

It came without warning, with a speed that stunned both of them. Naruto fell first, his muscles clamping down on Itachi’s member still being hammered inside of him as his vision abruptly went white. He vaguely heard a strangled cry of a pleasure so exquisite it bordered on white-hot agony, not registering that the sound came from his mouth.

Itachi felt his body, so well trained and so conditioned and disciplined shatter. The tightness of Naruto, the sight of Naruto’s cum spraying from his cock as his head arched backwards displaying his long neck – the ultimate sign of submission pulled him in a thousand directions as he came.

His thick white seed poured into Naruto’s tight waiting heat, making the shivering blond moan, his lithe tan body giving a small buck. Itachi used the last of his strength to lower himself onto the beautiful priest that he was responsible to. Naruto’s arms slowly raised and slid around his neck and he sighed giving an adorable sigh with a soft snuggle. Itachi felt contentment and a small spurt of amusement as he pulled Naruto deep into his protective embrace, letting his eyes shut in the first deep sleep that he could remember.

The next four weeks were heaven on earth for both of them. They savored each other’s bodies and the deepening relationship between their hearts. But at the back of each other’s minds was the continuing danger of Orochimaru. Attacks continued and Naruto watched in slight fear and anguish as Itachi left each day to do battle with Orochimaru’s minions.

The fighting grew more and more bitter, attacks coming every day. Orochimaru was clearly trying to wear the ninja down. Especially Itachi. Itachi was a genius, he knew what the plan was but he had put his body, life and now his heart and soul on his duty – protecting Naruto – Amaterasu.

Staring down from the wall, Itachi felt his body tightening in both anticipation and the cold shutdown feeling that accompanied the worst battles. The forest was silent, no birds sang, no bugs buzzed and it was almost as if the wind itself was quieted. Signaling his fellow ninja, Itachi crouched, preparing for the attack...

When the silence just came to the point of being unbearable, the tension shattered like overheated glass as serpents exploded into the area surrounding the compound. There were mostly medium sized snakes which could be beheaded easily, but some were large and were much harder to kill. Itachi and the other ANBU worked overtime, slashing, killing and burning the snakes to death. Itachi kept one keen eye on the forest, and sure enough, out of the trees, an obscene monstrosity rose towering higher than anything Itachi had ever seen. A gigantic purple snake.

“Kami!”

”What the fuck!?”

“Taichou-sama? Orders?”

“ITACHI!!!” Itachi’s head snapped sideways instinctively at the sound, staring through his mask at Naruto who grasped the walls’ edge as several other priests tried to pull him away to safety. “It’s MANDA!! The snake-demon!! Itachi- find out where Orochimaru is within the snake. He has to stay bonded with it to control it! Kill him and Manda will be forced to leave this-”

“NARUTO!” The cry sounded unfamiliar and detached and it took a moment for Itachi to realize it came from his throat as he watched the snake lashed his tail, smashing the wall sending Naruto tumbling out of sight. Turning his masked face towards the laughing purple and black striped snake, Itachi felt a rage and deep cold hatred like nothing he’d ever felt before. But then again – he’d never had anything to lose... before Naruto.

Unsheathing his beautiful blade, Itachi felt an icy hand grip his insides as he coldly examined the snake, looking for Orochimaru or some sign of where he was hiding. As he leapt through the trees, Itachi slashed in broad, bone crushing, flesh rendering strikes at the snake’s body.

“You pitiful mortal! How dare you attack me with that pathetic stick you piece of meat!” The snake howled his slicing pain as Itachi began to open reams that spilled black red blood all over the ground. His eyes never left the snake, keeping a close view on it. Then there it was!

Orochimaru, his entire lower body from the waist down was within the snake’s body. His arms were also stuck into the flesh of the snake and as Itachi watched, more and more tendrils began to pull the fool back into the snake’s body from the opening slash that Itachi and torn in his upper back. Staring at him, Itachi felt some of the cold rage disappear as he felt a small seed of pity for the fallen shinobi who was being consumed by his own greed and attempt to gain power.

Quickly brining up his sword, he raced toward Orochimaru’s entrapped form, only to have Manda slap at him with his tail. Itachi dodged deftly but felt a bitter frustration as he quickly leaped and twisted. Manda realized that Itachi knew that Orochimaru had to die and was keeping the shinobi hidden. Itachi simply couldn’t hit the snake and find and kill Orochimaru at the same time.

Suddenly a crackle of energy slid over his senses. Turning towards the source of the sensation, Itachi felt his heart brighten and a small smirk appear on his face as he turned to stare at the blond who stood on top of a rock, his white robes torn and stained but flying around him like wings. His blue eyes were snapping with fury as he held a ball of wind between his palms. His Rasengan ability was containing the snake where it was.

Manda howled with fury as the wind sphere held him in one place. Those glowing blue gems turned on Itachi and he felt his body tense as he prepared himself.

“ITACHI!” The impatient voice made his heart thump as he raised the long gleaming blade with pleasure. Staring at the last remaining scrap of face of his long hated-foe, Itachi felt another stirring of pity as he rammed the blade through his heart. Manda let out another angry scream – furious at being let out and then being sent back so soon. As the last of Orochimaru’s life ran out, Manda writhed his body arching upwards and with one last thrash of his tail, vanished back into the spirit realm from where he’d been summoned. Itachi slowly straightened from his fighter’s crouch going to stand near Naruto who leaned against him – both exhausted. But it was over.

~Some Days Later~

Naruto stared silently at the ground, holding a cup of tea long grown cold, his eyes unfocused and saddened. Itachi had of course returned home which Naruto knew was inevitable but still... it was lonely and cold in his bed. And his duties which had never seemed burdensome before now weighed on his body like chains on his neck. Slowly getting up Naruto made his way to his room, shutting the door as he began to slide off his white robes.

There were candles lit in the room but as he turned they went out abruptly. Naruto found himself captured in strongly muscular arms. Too startled to scream, Naruto froze with shock.

“Na-ruto...” The soft voice was infinitely familiar but his mind refused to register.
“Itachi...?” In response a long hand deftly stroked his upper thigh before sliding between his legs. Naruto gasped and bucked as the long fingers began to stroke his cock gently.

“Hn. Yes, Na-ru-to?” the sensual voice made his quickly hardening cock jerk.

“Why? Why are you here?”

“Why?” The throaty chuckle made Naruto mew as the hand undid the ties on his pants and let them slide down. “Because as of today?” Itachi ran his fingers over the head of Naruto’s burgeoning member. “I am your official. Permanent. Per-son-al. Bodyguard.” Naruto let out a hoarse cry as Itachi sat him down giving him a hard squeeze.

“Really?! Itachi...” Naruto ran a tanned hand gently over Itachi’s pale face.

“Yes, Naruto, I’ll be with you for the rest of our lives. I will protect you. I swear on my honor and my soul.” Naruto felt his chest swell at the proclamation and leaned forward to capture Itachi’s narrow lips. Itachi responded immediately, sucking his plump bottom lip into his mouth nipping gently, as his tongue traced every crevice it could reach.

“Mine. Naruto, that means you are mine.” Itachi slammed Naruto down hard. “I was tortured without you, back in the village. Constantly worried and wondering if you were alright or if you were stupidly working yourself to death again.” Naruto let out a snort that was turned into a moan as Itachi began to run that tongue over his thick hard member, paying special attention to the slit and veins running on the underside.

“Only – you! Itachi! Only you could turn this – ahhhh! Situation into an insult! Kami-sama! ITTAACCHIII!” Naruto keened his protector’s name as Itachi deep throated him. Itachi’s other hand wasn’t idly either, stroking Naruto’s nipples as well as beginning to jab at his tender opening. Naruto jerked and twitched under Itachi’s skilled ministrations – Itachi’s fingers sliding through his sphincter muscles.

“Do-n’t ma-ke me wai-t! Itachi! I’m not some prissy virgin!” Naruto snarled with impatience, his blue eyes already attractively glazed over as Itachi began to stroke and massage his inner muscles. Itachi let out a short laugh as he let his mouth slide off the tan cock with a wet pop.

“No, I made sure to see to that, didn’t I?” Itachi smirked down in the small scraps of evening twilight and rising moonlight as he began to peel off his ANBU gear, pushing it aside. Naruto watched, his body shaking with anticipation as he watched Itachi stripping, a sight for his eyes only. He licked his drying lips, wetting his hungry mouth. Unable to help himself, Naruto leaned forward, letting his tongue slip out to trace those gorgeous muscles, lingering on Itachi’s taunt nipples.

“You are so fucking beautiful...” It was just a short whisper but Itachi’s keen ears heard it and he felt his body tighten at the heartfelt compliment. He let his head slide back as Naruto trail wetness over his hardened body, lifting away exhaustion and easing his tightened muscles. Gripping Naruto’s lean hips, he turned Naruto around onto his hands and knees. Naruto whined with anticipation and impatience, spreading his legs wide to let Itachi see his puckered hole in his tanned ass waiting for his cock.

Itachi’s felt his body loosing characteristic control at the sight of it tightening and loosing in anticipation of being stuffed full. Carefully positioning himself, Itachi reached around it slip two fingers into Naruto’s mouth while the other grabbed his member. He didn’t waste any more time, slamming in deep and hard.

Naruto arched upwards and backwards with a hoarse scream that made Itachi feel like a God knowing he could force Naruto to produce such a glorious noise. Pulling out with a firm hard jerk, Itachi began to fuck Naruto with fervor. After not seeing one another for some time both just wanted to feel. Feel everything, one another, the feel of Itachi’s hard body slamming and grinding hard and without mercy into Naruto’s tight welcoming massaging heat, hear one another’s cries, and know that they were together.

There would be time later for soft gently slow sex, but now both unspokenly needed it hard, rough, and without abandon. Itachi abandoned Naruto’s mouth to hold his hip while his other hand continued to pump, stroke and squeeze Naruto’s preparing penis. The sound of their moans, hard drawn out sighs, and mewing whines as well as the sounds of Itachi’s hard muscular hips hitting Naruto’s buttocks echoed in their ears but was almost lost under their pounding hearts.

Itachi’s cock was stroking every nerve ending inside of Naruto’s shaking body, particularly one sensitive rough bundle over his prostate and Naruto’s hips slid wantonly back to take his cock as best he could. Itachi’s body was jerking harder and faster than ever, his head bowed low as he concentrated on the unbelievable sensations.

It came fast and hard, sweeping over them both like some sort of volcano. Streams of molten magma running through their veins as they screamed each other’s names, Naruto’s body becoming a vise to hold Itachi in his deep heat, not that Itachi could move even if he wanted to. Itachi was balls deep inside the beautiful man, his body shivering with bone deep tremors as his long hair swished around his pale sweat covered face as he let out a deep, moan collapsing onto the side, carrying Naruto’s spent body with him.

“It-t-tac-cc-i?” Naruto hoarsely croaked. Itachi let a limp arm squeeze to let him know that he was listening. “I’m gl-ad y-ou cam-e back.” Itachi let out a small spent smile,

“Me too,” was all he had the energy to whisper before let his eyes slide shut, holding Naruto’s body tightly to his own.

~END CHAPTER 15~

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