What Can I Do For You?

I don’t own Naruto nor do I make money from it.



Summary: Sequel of Shadows Of The Past. A follow-up story set about two years after the original. Itachi is moving in with Nagato but has some insecurities about making this final step. Nagato shows up at Itachi’s apartment to try and sooth them. I would suggest reading the initial story first for a more enjoyable reading experience. I put the link to it in the comment.



Warnings: Sexual situations, implied emotional distress and child molestation, some fluff, cursing



Letting Go Of The Past



Itachi opened the door to his apartment. The small space had been his home for nearly ten years. It was his first real home, his birth home being a less than desirable atmosphere. The molestation and verbal abuse had left deep scars and after many years of suffering in silence, his brother had become his voice of reason, encouraging him to seek out psychological help.



Without the support of Sasuke and Nagato, he wasn’t sure he would have been able to stick with the therapy. It was emotionally straining for him on many levels--exhausting him and forcing him to relive the emotional trauma he’d experienced during his years in the Uchiha household.



Stepping over boxes placed haphazardly around the place, he sighed a deep sound of regret. He would miss the place. Even though their relationship had yet to take on a fully intimate tone, Nagato had finally convinced him to move in.



Nagato’s large apartment--bought after Konan’s death--was more than big enough for the two of them to share while still having enough of their own space. Itachi wasn’t sure how the living arrangements would go but Nagato promised him a room of his own if he found sleeping in the same room with his boyfriend too difficult.. His deep love and affection for Nagato didn’t make it any easier to keep physically pushing him away even after such a long time together.



Their relationship had taken a significantly more intimate turn as well. The petting had gotten heavier and he’d even been able to orgasm from a hand job given by Nagato. He couldn’t deny his subconscious was becoming more and more accustomed to Nagato’s touch but would his body and mind allow them to go further?



Even the sexual aspect aside, he felt he could open up to Nagato--to be more himself. Both were taking things slowly, enjoying each other. Itachi was glad for Nagato’s understanding and support. It made him fall all the more heavily for the other man. Moving in together was a logical step for both of them. It would give them more time together and a chance to become even more intimate.



A knock on the door pulled him from the deep revere. He was tempted to pretend to be out, his body ached after such a grueling day with his crew. Muscles ached in places they hadn’t for years. He’d probably pushed himself a bit harder than usual in his nervousness over the move.



“Itachi?” Nagato’s voice brought a lift of brows. It wasn’t usual to find Nagato greeting him so soon after work as Akatsuki was usually open until after midnight. To be honest, it was unusual to see Nagato during the week at all since Itachi hit the sack around nine. His work day started too early for late night meetings after Nagato left the shop.



“Just a moment.” Itachi winced at the movement, pulling himself from the leather couch and carefully weaving in and out of the stacked boxes.



He opened the door to find his boyfriend standing before him, a smile on his pierced face, and a bag filled with Chinese food. A perfect offering according to Itachi’s stomach. The loud grumbling forced a faint blush across his cheekbones.



“I thought you might be hungry.” Nagato leaned past the door frame to kiss Itachi before brushing past him and through the mountains of boxes. “I didn’t realize you had so much stuff.”



“I don’t. I just wanted to pack everything separately and organized.”



“Or extend the wait to move by spending so much time packing?” Nagato’s eyes twinkled with knowledge he was onto Itachi’s game.



“Just nerves.”



“I told you, you don’t have to sleep with me. I just don’t like only seeing you on the weekends or driving through downtown to come see you. I want to kiss you goodnight every night.” Nagato placed the bag on the counter, pulling Itachi into his arms. “I don’t care if we are never fully intimate. I just want the chance to spend time with you.”



Itachi leaned in to press his forehead against Nagato. “You’ll have to forgive me. I’m a creature of habit.”



“I guess that means I’ll have to make a new habit for you.” Nagato kissed Itachi deeply, a long savoring kiss neither rushed nor forced, before pulling back. “Let’s eat.”



The meal followed through smoothly, a savory mix of both Asian and American. His Asian ancestry aside, Itachi loved the mix of flavors provided with Chinese take out, especially when followed with dessert to satisfy his sweet tooth.



Standing to retrieve a tray of cheesecake from the refrigerator, he groaned--a muscle spasm forcing his body stiff. “Fuck,” he hissed.



“Itachi?”



“A muscle cramp.”



“A hard job?” frowned Nagato.



Itachi shook his head. “No more than usual. I just overdid it.”



“Let me take care of it for you.“ Nagato stood and escorted Itachi to the bedroom. He stripped him and forced the leanly muscled body to the bed. Itachi’s body stiffened even more, his shoulders tensing at the suggestive position he was placed in.



Nagato chuckled, “Just relax, babe. I’m not going to ravish you.”



He retreated to the bathroom, returning moments later with a bottle of green ointment. Itachi wasn’t a stranger to muscle aches and strains, always keeping heating ointment around for such times as these. Nagato knew this, and made use of his knowledge. Itachi was immediately thankful he hadn’t packed up the bathroom yet.



“Just relax.” Nagato straddled Itachi’s hips, pouring the warming liquid into his palm and pressing his hands to the stiff back muscles. “Jesus, your back is in knots. Are you sure this is just overworking.”



Itachi groaned at the wonderful pain. It hurt like hell but he could feel the muscles unknotting and becoming putty beneath Nagato’s hands. “Maybe some nerves.”



Nagato clicked his tongue. “I’ll say. You back is one giant knot. Even working all day shouldn’t have put you in this shape.”



“I’ve just had a lot on my mind.” More like his relationship with Nagato. He knew he was making progress with the intimate part of their relationship and Nagato never pushed for more than he was willing to give. He had noticed that Nagato would only go as far as Itachi would with him, letting him dictate the speed their relationship took. Itachi was the best to know what he was able to take before locking down. He knew Nagato held back from taking things farther.



“Why are you being so difficult.” Nagato swept aside the long hair, having come loose from the tie. His lips kissed the revealed ear as his hands pressed into the muscle. “I’ll never do anything to hurt you.”



Itachi groaned, feeling heat pooling in more areas than where the massage ointment was rubbed. His masturbatory images always featured Nagato in such a position as he was now, catering to Itachi’s body. He wanted to give in, to make their relationship complete but something held him back. As much as he wanted to be, the time had never been right.



Nagato had started coming with Itachi to therapy off and on at his therapist’s request. During those times, they focused less on Itachi’s trauma and more on Nagato and Itachi’s relationship. She was frank, asking them to discuss their sexual relationship and occasionally offering suggestions to help them acclimate to each other. One of the suggestions she gave was to let Itachi initiate the sexual encounters. Another was that Nagato move slowly, letting Itachi get used to certain touches before moving onto something new. Once they were comfortable and fully intimate, she assured them more adventurous and spontaneous sexual encounters would happen. Itachi simply had to clear the first hurdle.



Nagato leaned down to nuzzle the crown of Itachi‘s head. “Do you want me to make you feel good?”



Itachi groaned again, the words sounded so sultry when whispered in his ear. Nagato knew every trick to turn him on. He seemed to learn more each time they were together. Nagato always made him feel good. He trusted him.



“Is that a yes?”



“Yes--” Itachi groaned into the pillow.



Nagato took the oil, warming it in his palm and drizzling it over Itachi’s back. Each droplet caused Itachi to jerk nervously. He could already feel his body tightening up. It wasn’t the extreme of the beginning of their relationship, but it was still there--the niggling nervousness and irrational fear.



“Relax. I’m just going to rub your back some more.” Nagato pressed his palms into the oiled skin, working his fingers into the muscles again and again. He smiled as Itachi gradually began to relax beneath him once more.



Hands made their way around Itachi’s flanks, rubbing the fragrant oil into the skin. One hand slipped beneath Itachi, turning him to his back. Lips lowered to kiss slack lips, nibbling and biting at the moist skin. “I promise if you get nervous, tell me and I’ll stop.”



“Nagato…I’m…” He panted a little as lips nibbled along his jaw. “…okay.”



Nagato smiled against Itachi’s jaw. “Promise you’ll tell me to stop if you get nervous.”



“Alright.”



Nagato sucked an earlobe between his teeth. “Promise.”



“I promise,” groaned Itachi.



Nagato’s hands pressed against Itachi’s chest, rubbing downward with firm strokes. He didn’t tease or push his attentions sexually, only slowly acclimating Itachi to his touch--a fact which made Itachi relax even more under the stroking hands.



The heat boiled slowly in his body. Nagato never moved too fast, keeping his touch easy. He was forced to move slowly or Itachi would freeze up.



Itachi released a stuttering breath, sliding his own hand beneath the shirt covering Nagato’s chest. “Take it off.”



Nagato snickered, pulling the shirt over his head and revealing the leanly muscled chest. Twin barbells pierced his nipples, catching the lamp light with each movement of his chest. “I didn’t come here to seduce you.”



“You’re certainly doing a good job of improvisation.”



Nagato chuckled, sitting back across Itachi’s hips. Shrugging his shoulders, he grinned. “Any other orders? Your wish is my command.”



“Tempting offer.” Itachi lifted his hands, running the fingers over the pierced nipples. He loved touching Nagato’s many piercings. The redhead’s body was a work of art.



Itachi lowered his hands across the tone abs, pausing once more at the silver piercing looped through Nagato’s navel. “I love your piercings.”



“That’s good because I have a lot of them,” Nagato hissed as Itachi’s hands moved across the dips of his hips where the jeans hung low.



“Ticklish?”



Nagato moaned, rolling his hips. “Not quite.”



Itachi sat up, pulling Nagato closer so there chests rubbed together. The slick ointment remnants on Itachi’s chest made their chests slide easily. This was okay. He could handle this.



“Are you alright?” Nagato panted, rolling his hips against the hardness pressing up against him.



The friction against his erection made thinking hard, let alone answering questions. It felt good. He felt comfortable. His body had relaxed into Nagato. He wanted to ride this feeling as long as possible before the inevitable fear returned to haunt his sex life with Nagato.



“I’m okay.” Itachi nuzzled his face against Nagato’s throat, enjoying the taste of sweat as he swept his tongue across the skin.



“Itachi…wait…I want to ask you something.” Nagato pulled back, forcing Itachi’s gaze to his own. “I want to try.”



Itachi stiffened noticeably. He liked the touching and the petting. He liked to feel Nagato shuddering against him. The only thing standing in his way was the fear and memories.



“I promise if you want to stop, you only have to say the word. I’m not pushing…I’d just like to try. If you want to wait longer I will. I don’t mind. I know we’ll get there eventually.” Nagato cupped Itachi’s cheeks, running his thumbs along the hollows beneath his cheekbones.



Itachi took a deep breath. “Alright. Go slow.”



Nagato smiled, lowering his lips to nibble along Itachi’s. “As a snail.”



Itachi shivered, feeling Nagato’s hands sliding up and down along his waist. His hands never dipped below his hips, keeping the same soothing rhythm. Itachi found himself unable to prevent the relaxing of his muscles, starting with his shoulders and working its way down his body under the soothing touch.



He wasn’t sure what he’d expected Nagato to do when he’d said it was alright to try. It wasn’t like he expected Nagato to flip him over and pound unprepared into him. Nagato wouldn’t do that. His touch was still on the innocent side, slowly soothing him.



“I’m going to touch you. Don’t get scared, I just want to get you used to me touching you here.” Nagato reached into the bedside, pulling a small bottle of lubricant Itachi used to jerk off. They were both men and knew exactly where they kept such supplies.



Itachi jerked, when Nagato touched his half hard erection. The organ had lost some of its rigidity but was quickly being brought back into fullness by the deft touches. Nagato moved his fingers slowly up the shaft, sweeping over the tip.



It wasn’t long before Itachi’s hips were following each upward stroke. Small beads of pre-cum pearled on the tip, becoming lubricant for the motions. He wanted to scream at Nagato to move faster, to push him over the edge as he had before. His tip felt the pleasant burn of pleasure with each swipe, a tiny convulse jerking his body. Each stroke had his balls tightening, eager to release their load.



“Nagato--” Itachi arched his back, twisting his hips for more.



“Still feel okay, Itachi?”



“I’m fine.” If Nagato would use a bit more pressure, he would be feeling a whole lot better. “Keep going.”



Nagato pushed Itachi to his side, his hand keeping the slow strokes. “Let me know if you need me to stop.”



Itachi nodded, burying his face in the pillow as Nagato’s unoccupied hand slid down his spine, stopping just before the crease of his buttocks. His fingers stroked the firm muscles above his tail bone, kneading deep. It was a gentle and non threatening touch. Itachi barely tensed from the touch, despite how close it was to what had previously been a danger area for Nagato to even hint at going near.



Nagato’s hand lifted away, coming back moments later slicked with the lubricant. Itachi jumped at the wet touch across his anus. The finger didn’t penetrate, only stroked over the puckered skin. Itachi once more relaxed under the touch.



“Feels alright?” Nagato leaned against Itachi to whisper in his ear.



“I…I…Stop asking me that.”



“Like I could trust you to tell me anything.” Nagato squeezed Itachi’s erection tight in his fist. The motion forced a low groan from him.



“Just keep going…it’s alright.” Itachi thrust his hips into the squeezing fist, his hand joining the touching hand to rub the sensitive skin along the tip.



He shuddered, Nagato’s chuckle rolling over his pushed thin nerves. Itachi wanted to yell for him to get him off while at the same time he wanted to know just how far they could go.



“I’m going to put a finger in,” Nagato whispered.



Itachi’s fingers clenched at the bed. Nagato’s finger circled around the pucker, pushing in just the tip, then slowly pushing the remainder of the way. The lube eased the entrance, making it smooth and frictionless. “How does it feel?”



“It…doesn’t feel…bad.” Itachi went still; Nagato’s fingers were flicking along the underside of his penis. “S-Stop…I’m going to come.”



“That’s the idea.” Nagato pushed another finger inside, allowing his fingers to slide deeper.



If Itachi thought he was close to orgasm before, he was on the very cusp of it now. His body bowed up beneath Nagato as the tip of Nagato’s finger stroked along his prostate, barely teasing it.



He was so close. One stroke and he would come hard. He could feel it building in him--ready to explode.



The fingers were removed from him--the hand left his erection. “What?”



“I didn’t want you to get scared. I’m told orgasm from prostate stimulation is usually more intense than a normal release.” Nagato lapped at Itachi’s cheek. “And I don’t want you coming yet.”



“Bastard.”



Nagato chuckled, nuzzling the sweat streaked cheek. “I don’t want to scare you, going fast. You’ve come so far. I’m going put three fingers in. It’s going to sting but I need to stretch you a little or it will hurt more. I’ll go slow.”



Itachi groaned, rubbing against Nagato. He could feel his body calming down. The nervous tightness he tended to feel when things got too intense was still there, but to a muted degree. His therapist said it was likely to always be there--it was something he would learn to push aside in favor of his lover.



Taking the words of advice from his therapist, he pushed aside the irrational feelings of being forced into something that hurt. Nagato wouldn’t hurt him. “Go ahead.”



Itachi felt the slickness of fingers against his anus once more. It was the same as before--the slight feeling of fullness and tingle as the tip of a finger brushed over his prostate. He braced himself for the third finger and hissed at the burn, the third finger pressing inside to stretch the tight muscles.



“Fuck!” Itachi hissed, clenching his teeth against pain and a flush of remembered experiences. Cold sweat popped across his body, his erecting diminishing almost immediately.



“Relax, babe. It’s me. Don’t bring anyone else into our bed. I won’t hurt you.” Nagato’s fingers remained inside, his free hand stroking the sweat slicked brow. Itachi’s face turned from where it was buried in a pillow to stare at Nagato. Seeing his lover’s flushed face, his body relaxed. It was still there--the feeling of fear--but muted in Nagato’s presence.



The prepping took longer than he would have liked. Nagato said it was to keep him from being hurt or sore. His arousal, having diminished earlier, was back in full force--a little throb rocketing down the length of his erection with each ‘accidental’ stroke across his prostate. He couldn’t give enough thanks when Nagato’s fingers finally slid from him.



“I want to see you, Itachi.” Nagato pulled Itachi to his back, shedding his jeans, and settling between the sprawled legs. “Is this okay?”



Itachi swallowed at the sudden onset of dry mouth. He could still turn back, blame his own fucked up mind for why he pushed away Nagato. He found, for the first time in their relationship, he really wanted this. He wanted to be with Nagato in the most intimate of ways. “It’s okay,” he whispered.



Nagato closed his eyes, taking Itachi’s hand and bringing it down the stroke over his erection. Itachi swallowed, feeling the small metal bars on the underside of Nagato’s penis. He’d felt them before but never with the intent of the penis being put inside of him.



“You lead,” hissed Nagato.



Itachi traced the tip of a finger over the four metal piercings making what looked like a ladder down the underside of Nagato’s penis. Guiding Nagato, he pressed the tip against his anus.



The bulbous head nudged against him, pressing into the heavily lubricated entrance. Even with thorough stretching, a burning sensation shot up Itachi’s spine. His breath panted in and out.



It fucking hurt.



And it felt more wonderful than anything he’d ever experienced. It wasn’t mind blowing pleasure. He wasn’t so much of a romantic to expect the impossible from his first experience. It was, however, amazingly gentle on Nagato’s part. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to see the effort it took the other not to pound into him.



“It’s okay to move.” Itachi wanted to give something to Nagato. If he wanted to go hard, he would be alright.



“Not yet.” Nagato lifted one of Itachi’s legs to his shoulder, his body sliding deeper.



Itachi went rigid. Pleasure spiked through him. This was what gay men raved about, the constant feel of pressure against the prostate. Nagato kept moving slowly, providing constant pressure against the small gland. Itachi didn’t know he could get so hard so fast.



He went from semi-limp to hard to leaking in what seemed like moments. Small drops rose through the slit, smearing across his stomach with each small thrust. “Fuck--”



Nagato froze. “Do you need me to stop?”



“I’ll kill you if you do.” Itachi lifted one hand to spear through Nagato’s red hair, the other latching onto his unattended erection. He clenched around the base, staving off the threatening orgasm. He’d gone hot and cold so much, his body was likely to spontaneously orgasm to just relieve the unbearable pressure building in his balls.



“We wouldn’t want that now would we?” Nagato pulled back, pushing inside with a bit more force. Itachi arched off the bed, his body convulsing. His body clamped down on the invading organ and a hot spray of semen shot from his erection. If it hadn’t felt so good, he probably would have hung his head in shame for getting off so easily. The feeling of warmth flooding him and Nagato’s gasped cry helped ease any embarrassment.



“God, Itachi…” Nagato pressed his head against Itachi’s shoulder, his breath continued to come in ragged puffs.



“I can’t believe I shot off like a teenager.”



Nagato snickered against him, “I came pretty fast too. Next time we’ll have to work on our stamina.”



“This has been two years in the building. I think we are allowed a little less finesse,” Itachi panted.



“Does this mean you’ll actually move in with me and not dawdle around with the packing?”



Itachi thought for a moment. “I guess it does.”



~*~



Itachi stood inside his now empty apartment. One of Sasuke’s friends was going to lease it from him with an option to buy if it suited her. Itachi felt arms loop around his waist, making him smile.



“You going to miss the place?”



“A little.” Itachi pulled away, walking through the apartment once more before locking up. “Not as much as I was before.”



Nagato pulled Itachi into his arms, lips lowering to kiss him. “I’ll make you forget you ever lived apart from me.”



“Ugh, can’t you guys wait until you’re in the new place before doing that shit.” Sasuke lounged against the doorjamb.



“I think it’s cute.” Hinata Hyuuga, Sasuke’s girlfriend, stepped around him to kiss Itachi on the cheek, then Nagato.



“You’re a girl, you would think it cute,” sneered Sasuke, turning from the scene with a roll of eyes. “Itachi’s gay so I guess that means you can share shopping secrets or something with him.”



Itachi’s hand landed hard on Sasuke’s head, sending his brother stumbling forward. “I can still beat the shit out of you so what does that say for you, Sasuke?”



“Asshole. It’s because of me you are even with Nagato so show some respect.” Sasuke rubbed gently at his head where Itachi’s hand had landed.



“You shouldn’t be so rough with Sasuke, Itachi.” Hinata reached up to replace Sasuke’s hand in rubbing the tender spot.



It didn’t pass Itachi’s gaze that Sasuke was grinning before he buried his face in the considerable bosom. “Who’s displaying affection now?”



“Yeah, it’s different now. I’m injured.”



“I’m injured too.” Nagato wrapped his arms around Itachi’s waist. “I’ve got this raging…”



“That’s enough!” Sasuke’s head shot up, face scrunched up in disgust. “Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know. Can we just go? You promised me food for helping you move so pay up.”



Sasuke grabbed Hinata’s arm, pulling her towards the exit. “And don’t dawdle. I’m hungry.”



“Let’s go feed the baby before he starts to cry.” Itachi smirked, leaning up to place a quick kiss on Nagato’s lips.



“I heard that, you asshole!” Sasuke shouted from the entry way, followed by Hinata’s giggles.



Both men began chuckling, walking from the old apartment and into their new life together. They might have taken the next step but there was still a long road to travel before they would be completely free of the shadows of the past. Long though it might be, it was a road they would travel together.



The End.