The Lemon Tree

Title: Iris
Author: kajamiku
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Itachi x Naruto
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: yaoi, lemon
Disclaimer: We do not own Naruto, or the song for which this fic is titled.
Summary: Mostly just smut, but there is actually a plotline (sort of... if you squint...)
Song: "Iris" - Goo Goo Dolls

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"Iris"

“Naruto.”

The blonde’s eyes snapped open at the familiar voice. He had been very near to falling asleep, had felt the room beginning to melt away, but now he was completely awake again. He didn’t move for a moment, but he was positive the Uchiha had noticed the slight tensing of his body as he recognised the voice.

He was facing away from the window, tangled in his bedcovers and fully aware that there was someone at the open window. A window he was positive he had closed and locked before he went to bed.

Then again, Naruto mused, locks don’t make much difference to shinobi anyway, let alone Uchiha Itachi.

“Naruto.”

That voice again. He knew he couldn’t ignore Itachi, whether he wanted to or not, but he suddenly half wished that he could. After a moment, Naruto turned over to face the window. It was only open a crack, proof that someone had been there, but it was an unnecessary proof, since Itachi was standing not far from it, his Sharingan eyes resting on the bed.

Naruto had never seen Itachi’s eyes without the Sharingan staring back at him from them. He always wished he could; it would have made Itachi more human, less ethereal. He might have been able to read the man more easily.

“Itachi.”

Something flickered through the older nin’s eyes for a moment, but it was gone before Naruto could read it. Itachi took the few steps it took for him to reach the bed and simply looked down at the blonde; his expression impassive.

Musingly, Naruto noticed that he didn’t feel even the slightest bit threatened with Itachi there. Anyone else would have probably been backed up against a wall, quaking in fear, or attempting to escape. Naruto merely lay there under the Uchiha’s scrutiny, looking back at the man without hesitation.

After a few moments of silence and still, Itachi let out a sound somewhere between a sigh and a murmured word. The man knelt beside the bed, lifting a hand to press against the side of the blonde’s face as the teen sat up.

Naruto could feel the slight cooling breeze from the window; a welcome one, since it was quite a hot night and for a moment, the blonde couldn’t understand why he had closed the window in the first place. Watching Itachi’s eyes come closer however, he remembered.

“It was supposed to keep you out.”

Naruto murmured, when Itachi was hardly an inch away; he could feel the hot breath of the other man on his face, and he couldn’t see anything but the slowly spiralling Sharingan eyes, which eclipsed everything else.

“I know.”

He was humouring him; Naruto knew that, could hear it in the soft voice, because they both knew it wasn’t true. It was no warning at all.

Itachi’s long fingers captured the blonde’s chin, while the Uchiha studied his expression for a moment. His slanted eyes skimming slowly over the tanned features. Then that moment was over. And the remaining space between them was gone.

The kiss was merely pressure for the moment, a communication of something occasionally ambiguous between them, but it soon progressed; Itachi’s tongue sliding between the blonde’s lips, one tanned hand clawing at the front of the black and red robes.

The Uchiha moved from his place on the floor, pushing Naruto backwards and pressing him down into the mattress with his body. He was between the younger boy’s legs, the sheets twisted and caught between them; soon to be ripped away and tossed to the floor, where Itachi’s robe already lay.

Itachi moved from the blonde’s lips, trailing open mouthed kisses from the corner of his mouth, across his jaw, to his throat, which Naruto willingly bared for him, making sounds of contentment and pleasure that made the flesh beneath Itachi’s tongue and teeth hum agreeably.

The Uchiha moved up, purposely applying pressure with his thigh that made the Kyuubi container groan wantonly. With his mouth still occupied with ravishing the flesh of the blonde’s neck, one hand holding one of Naruto’s to the sheets, their fingers laced, Itachi used his other hand to tug off the sleep-wear the teen was still clothed in.

Clothing soon lying forgotten with the earlier offending sheet, Naruto threw back his head, writhing and keening as the Uchiha’s skilled mouth assaulted every bit of skin it could. He felt the dark haired nin pause when he reached the seal marring his belly, though only for a second, before he lavished the same attention on the flesh there; raking his teeth over the burning flesh and sucking it as if he wanted the very salt from his skin.

Itachi nosed Naruto’s straining erection, but did no more, teasing a little when he flicked his tongue at tip; his lips curving when the blonde lifted his hips, trying to make the Uchiha show some mercy. Naruto made an endearing sound in the back of his throat when Itachi sat up, but made no complaint as he was brought up with him.

Leaning his back against the wall at the head of the bed, Itachi drew the blonde onto his lap, drinking in the delectable sight of Naruto’s hazy eyed desire.

The preparation was easy; they were both used to this. Itachi’s lubricated fingers elicited no more than a slight flinch before he deemed the boy ready.

Naruto didn’t mind the pain. He was used to it. The sharp sting, the harsh pressure; it was easily overshadowed by the cloak of pleasure, the feeling that encircled him, lapped up against his body like a warm sea. It made him pant and caused his hands to tighten their grip on those pale shoulders; his throat was dry, small trails of sweat sliding across his heated skin.

His eyes rolled back, made the other man’s face slide out of focus for a moment, before he blinked and was able to catch his breath a little more, grateful for the moments the other had allowed him.

The black eyes, swimming fitfully in crimson, watched him intently; as if there was nothing quite as interesting as watching the blonde struggle with himself and with the overflowing feeling of being on the Uchiha’s lap, legs tightly wound around the narrow hips. Itachi’s eyes burned.

“Naruto…”

It was little more than a gasp, uncharacteristic for the usually composed Uchiha. He could feel the Kyuubi holder’s body clenching around him, holding onto his length almost desperately. It made Itachi’s lips curve slightly, pleased with how receptive the blonde had come to be.

The heat that surrounded the two was almost inconceivable, the room felt as though it was filled with burning steam; it was hard to breathe, and it seemed distanced from everything else.

This world belonged to them.

The blonde leaned forward, resting his forehead against Itachi’s damp chest, his breathing still laboured. He felt the Sharingan user’s grip on his hips tighten almost imperceptibly, and Naruto lifted his head to meet the red and black eyes, shivering at the look they held.

It was rare for the man to show any kind of emotion, but Naruto had managed to see a reasonable range of them during his time spent in private with the older Uchiha; though it was difficult for him to even tell that they were being displayed, let alone be able to read them.

Itachi simply looked at the blonde for a moment, his expression practically unreadable, even now. He raised a hand, letting his fingers trace the outlines of the boy’s face. He brushed his thumb against the whisker marks, one by one.

Shuddering a little, Naruto lifted his hips until he was practically empty, feeling the tip of Itachi’s arousal at his entrance, before plunging down again; delighting in the way Itachi threw back his head, reeling from surprise and pleasure.

This was the only power anyone would ever have over Uchiha Itachi.

But it never lasted long; Itachi’s hands came to grip the blonde’s hips, his face moving in to catch Naruto’s lips in a harsh and bruising kiss as he lifted the boy and brought him down hard. A low, guttural sound escaped Itachi at the blonde’s brazen groaning, and he pressed his face to the side of Naruto’s neck, biting and nibbling the already abused flesh.

Itachi set the pace; thrusting his hips up until he found something that made Naruto jerk slightly, his scream muffled by Itachi’s mouth. The blonde’s hands were in the jet-black hair, tugging the man as close as was physically possible with the pace as furious and desperate as it was. The Uchiha’s hands moved over the tanned skin possessively, his teeth marking the blonde over his neck and across his shoulders in a way that was likely not to fade for a few days.

Naruto's cries came louder and faster, their bodies rocked together urgently and the bed beneath them creaked and shook under the strain of their passion. Itachi’s hips slammed up with more force into the tight body of the blonde, and the pace began to increase, Naruto’s hips now practically slamming down onto Itachi, making the Uchiha moan hoarsely.

Naruto’s erection dug into Itachi, as if reminding him of its presence and continuing state of torment. Wrapping one arm further around the blonde’s body, in order to keep the pace and balance they had begun, his free hand gripped the swollen member, his fingers rubbing teasingly before he began to pump in earnest. Naruto groaned out Itachi’s name, and the dark-haired nin removed his mouth from the tanned and heated skin.

“Again,” he commanded, “say my name.”

Naruto did willingly, using it as a sort of breathless mantra as the heat and pleasure became overwhelming, screaming the name as he came; his head spinning and hazy as the waves of ecstasy threatened to drowned him. He collapsed against Itachi, holding onto him weakly as the Uchiha continued to bury himself inside the smaller boy over and over again, snapping his hips up repeatedly until he gasped sharply, his entire body stiffening as he released himself inside of Naruto.

For the next few minutes they lazily rode out the remnants of their individual pinnacle, Naruto resting against Itachi’s sweat slicked chest as they both panted, trying to regain their breath.

Itachi allowed his chin to rest on top of Naruto’s head, and the blonde frowned half-heartedly, willing himself to stay awake for once. But sleep was already embracing him into the dark, dragging him into dreams and an exhaustion-based void.

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Naruto woke when the first rays of light shone through the gap in the curtains. The first thing he noticed, as usual, was that he was alone in the bed. He turned over, facing the glass and giving a slight ironic smile.

It wasn’t to keep Itachi out. It was proof that he had been there. That it hadn’t been a dream.

The window was still open.

Owari.