Succumb To Temptations

Chapter one

A/N: I’m sorry I forgot to post the new chapter. I hope its liked and thanks very much for the feedback on the last.

A streak of orange could be seen darting from rooftop to rooftop by those with eyes keen enough to follow Naruto’s rapid movements. The blonde was in dire need of a heart of heart with his favourite instructor.

A wave of Nostalgia hit the young man upon entering his old class room in the academy. Those were some interesting times, he mused as he idly fingered a wooden desk. Suddenly, the shinobi found himself wondering about which seat Itachi had occupied when he was enrolled in the academy.

Had many girls surrounded Itachi much like his brother did?

Had Itachi shared a rivalry with someone like his and Sasuke’s?

Had Itachi worn those turtle neck shirts stamped with the Uchiha symbols?

Iruka, the good natured chuunin looked up from the stack of papers he was grading, to find Naruto in the middle of his classroom with a dream like expression on his face.

The instructor was delighted to see his favourite student, he hardly ever saw Naruto
outside his busy schedule comprising of the classes he taught at the academy and his part time job at the missions room.
Shaking his head, the chuunin decided that Naruto could only be dreaming about one of three things; ramen, the title of hokage or Sasuke. Little did the chuunin know the blonde’s thoughts lied in neither of the three.
“Naruto, I wasn’t aware that my classroom needed your protection,” Iruka teased, earning himself a glare of defiance before the boy bounded to his side with a smile.

“Eh, Iruka-sensei ... can I tell you something?” Naruto scratched the back of his head nervously, uncertain of how he should proceed with the impending matter.

“Of course Naruto, have a seat,” Iruka gestured to the empty wooden chain beside his cluttered desk.

“This is embarrassing ..., it goes like this,” Naruto started, levelling his eyes with the title floor.
“Well I’ve been having dreams about someone, you know ... wet ones,” Naruto blushed, disbelieving he had just confessed that embarrassing detail about himself to his former sensei.
“Naruto, it is perfectly normal to fantasize about other people, providing that it remains just as that, a fantasy.”
Secretly, the chuunin was stumped, finding it difficult for his mind to phantom that Naruto could think of anyone other than Sasuke in that manner. Iruka remembered how down and broken spirited the boy had been, when his previous attempts of retrieving Sasuke had proven futile. There was an ugly frown instead of the vibrant smile that usually graced the blonde’s features. The boy trained non stop from the crack of dawn to the fall of dusk in hopes of developing a new technique.

He only spoke when it was necessary and it killed Iruka inside, to see that even his beloved miso ramen was not enough to cheer up his favourite student. Fortunately, the last retrieval has gone according to plan and Naruto’s smile returned along with the youngest Uchiha and it brought tears of joy to the chuunin’s eye to hear those long lost shouts and squeals of excitement at last.

“Is it normal if this person is Uchiha Itachi?”
Iruka gasped inwardly, swearing that he had fallen for another one of Naruto’s pranks if not for the look of expectance and turmoil, outlined clearly on the boy’s worried face. He was serious.

“I just can’t help it ..., I know the guy’s evil but I just can’t get him out of my head...”

Naruto confessed to his deep admiration of the shinobi’s charm, aptitude and skill. He admitted that the mere whisper of Itachi’s name resulted in tingles that pulled deliciously at his skin. The blonde additionally recounted rather descriptively, the details of his last dream.

Iruka nodded, permeating an aura of calmness while his mind reeled at the boy’s uttered words. Not only had the boy been fantasising about another but it was the older Uchiha of all people. His bewildered state only heightened when he realised there had been no mention of Sasuke for the entire evening which was queer; usually the Uchiha’s name filled the boy’s every sentence.

“Naruto, we cannot chose who our hearts love, much less the people we are attracted to.”

“However, Itachi is an excellent ninja and I can understand where your fascination lie, but remember this man is dangerous and he is going to return someday in order to take you back to the Akatsuki. I do not need to tell you where this will lead to.

The blonde sighed, glancing briefly at his sensei before reverting his eyes towards the floor. His sensei was correct in his estimation and he vowed never to let his affections for the missing-nin to cloud his judgement.

“How are things going between you and Sasuke?” Iruka probed, hoping to gain some insights into the nature of the boy’s relationship with the younger Uchiha.

“Everything is cool,” Naruto replied quickly, laughing nervously in discomfort at the change of topic.

“I take it that there are no problems between you two then?”

“Well, you know couples. We have our good times and bad," Naruto laughed nervously once more as he subconsciously rubbed the patch of skin where Sasuke had cut him earlier that day.

“Everything works out,” the young man continued, shifting uncomfortable under the academy instructor’s unwavering gaze.

Iruka watched in concern as a pained expression briefly flitted across the boy’s face followed by his usual smile. Meanwhile, Naruto fidgeted with his fingers, repressing the memory of Sasuke’s first attack which came in the form of a piercing kunai to his left hand when the two breakfasted at the kitchen table one morning.

Sasuke had apologised profusely, claiming to be lost in a memory after Naruto had retaliated with a punch to his face with the right hand. Little did the blonde know back then, that it was the first and last apology he would ever receive from his partner.
“I suppose Sasuke doesn’t go too easy on you?” The chuunin asked in a soft tone.

“No he doesn’t ... well you know how it is with training, Naruto piped up, now standing.

“Oh thank you Iruka-Sensei, you’ve been a great help, I really appreciate it but I’m afraid I’ve lost track of the time and I’ve got to go,” Naruto completely the long winded sentence in one breathe before the academy instructor could press any further.

Frowning, Iruka’s eyebrows furrowed in displeasure after the boy had run off. Naruto had just subtlety confirmed his suspicions. Also, He could not in good conscience say that he was pleased with these feelings Naruto was harbouring for the S class criminal but he was not going to condemn the boy for it either. After all, the academy instructor held similar affections for Mizuki in the past but these feelings had only resulted in heartache and pain. He was going to have a chat with team (7) seven’s sensei by all means.

Naruto could hardly believe that night had fallen all ready and the prospect of upsetting the Uchiha was the last thing the energetic youth wanted to do. As much as the boy loved the chuunin, he was hitting too close to home and the last thing the kyuubi container wanted was for his lover to hurt his former sensei.

The blonde’s frantic steps come to a sudden halt, as an air of eeriness settled around the pit of his stomach upon entering the Uchiha district.

The uneasy feeling was always accompanied by dread whenever the blonde set his feet down on the soil of tragedy.

Empty mansions blanketed in the darkness of the night, stood hauntingly lifeless in the once proud district. The atmosphere was deafeningly still, completely devoid of sounds save the brushing of Naruto sandals against the naked street. Nothing moved, not even an animal nor the fluttering of a bird’s wings could be heard, and even the very air was chilled.

Shivering, be it from the cold or from finally having arrived to the entrance of their home, Naruto shakily gripped the door handles with clammy hands which threatened to slide away from his weak grasp on the metallic surface.

Maybe Sasuke is asleep Naruto reasoned as he gathered his resolve, pushing the door open as quietly as he possibly could. The damn door creaked as it fell back on its hinges and the blonde prayed through rapid heartbeats that Sasuke did not hear it.

The blonde exhaled, feeling relieved to find the house in darkness, usually the sharingan wielder turned off the lights before he went to bed. This was a good sign; maybe Sasuke had overworked himself on the training grounds after he had left him doubled over in pain.

Daring to hope, Naruto silently removed his sandals and made his way to their bedroom, by now his eyes had all ready adjusted to the lack of light and besides he knew the mansion like the back of his hand. After all, it has been six months since Sasuke had asked him to move in and he was too head-over-the-heels fallen in love back then to say no. How sorely he missed his little apartment.

Flashback

It was a breezy afternoon in the village of Konoha. Two shinobis of team seven sat comfortably at Ichiraku’s after a long morning of vigorous training. One of the ninjas devoured bowl after bowl of ramen, oblivious to the thoughtful gazes directed at him by the shorter ninja.

“Naruto ... would you move in with me if I asked you to?”

Naruto blinked, taking a total of ten seconds before swallowing the noodles hanging outside of his mouth with a loud slurp. This was a dream, his lover of three months had indirectly asked him to move in with him. His mind screamed yes, this was more than he can ask for.

Sasuke rarely entertained the notion of inviting guests over to his home and for him to ask Naruto to take permanent residence there was simply an offer that he simply could not refuse. It spoke volumes of what the pale boy of little words felt for him.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Naruto squealed, tipping over his bowl of ramen when he slammed his palms down excitedly on the counter.

He did not care that his orange jumpsuit was stained from the recently upturned bowl.
He did not care that at least six porcelain bowls had shattered to pieces behind him after his rather exuberant display of antics.
He did not care that Teuchi, the ramen bar owner was currently throwing a fit about the cost of damage that Naruto had just incurred.

He did care that his most precious person desired to take their relationship to a higher level.

Without sparing a thought to discretion, Naruto leapt into an unsuspecting Sasuke’s arms and sealed his answer with a kiss. That Thursday night loving making with Sasuke had been particularly exquisite.
End flashback

Naruto smiled as he admired the sleeping profile of the raven haired boy. It was very difficult for his mind to grasp the concept of this slumbering angel being the raving sadist that he truly was; his body knew otherwise.

Unbidden, the image of his lover morphed into the place of a very awake Itachi. The missing-nin lied outstretched in a lazy pose against the soft bed. Ebony locks were loose, devoid of their restraint and they splayed about the silken pillows. His long supple legs were bent at the knee, surreptitiously blocking the evidence of his masculinity

The boy could feel his heart beat wildly in his chest at the apparition of human perfection and his eyes devoured the sight of the naked flesh.

Naruto’s fingers itched to touch and caress the creamy white chest before his eyes. How he ached to trace those washboard abs and to feel them ripple under his hands when the other breathed.

His body burned with the desire to be enveloped by those strong arms and to be pressed flush against that sexy body. And he wanted to the feel the pulsating rhythms of the heart he knew that existed inside of the pale ninja.

The blonde swiped a wet tongue against his suddenly dry lips, wanting nothing more than for Itachi to moisten his lips with a passionate kiss.

Crimson eyes regarded baby blue ones in barely disguised hunger and at that point Naruto lost all inhibitions and climbed into the bed, in the anticipation of getting ravished.
No sooner had Naruto leaned in for a heated kiss, he felt his very breath stolen away in the worst method possible. Sasuke had wrapped angry fingers around the blonde’s neck, shattering his daydream for the third time that day.

“Where have you been Naruto? I have been waiting for you,” the sharingan wielder questioned, increasing the pressure at the base of boy’s neck.

The ramen lover choked, grasping at the pale hands as his legs kicked wildly about the bed, hitting Sasuke which enraged him further.
“Answer me dobe!”

Tears sprang to blue eyes; desperately he clung to the little air circulating within his lungs as he sputtered. He could not believe his predicament; the very man he had begged the godaime to release prematurely from imprisonment was here choking him to death. Sasuke could not possibly expect him to answer when he was zapping his life force away.
Hesitantly, after seeing his current method was not going to bring forth any answers from his lover, Sasuke released the vice like grip that he held on the kyuubi container’s throat.

Naruto panted, never feeling happier to have air fill his lungs before, than at that moment. Damn it, he chastised himself for letting his guard down and dreaming about Itachi. The missing-nin was the disease that was slowly claiming his life.

“I was visiting Iruka sensei at the academy and I-I lost track of time,” Naruto replied grudgingly, wondering again just why he did not tell Iruka-sensei the complete truth.
“Is there something going on between the two of you that I don’t know about?”

“Sasuke! Iruka is like a father to me,” Naruto spat, feeling disgusted at the implications and the annoyingly suspicious nature of his lover.
“I sincerely doubt you know what having a father really feels like.”

“Then pray tell me, why are you aroused?”

Although it hurt, Naruto let the earlier statement slide by without comment and instead, he followed the other’s man line of vision and flushed accordingly. His face was an interesting shade of scarlet when he realised that he was indeed stimulated.

“I-I ...” Surely Naruto could not tell him the reason was his older brother; his head would be on a platter faster than Chouji could eat a bag of potato chips.
“Don’t lie to me!”

Sasuke fumed, narrowing his perfectly sculpted eyebrows at the frightened boy. Cerulean blue eyes widened in dismay when the pale man activated his sharingan. Little droplets of sweat streamed down the tanned face and the Uchiha just adored that look of trepidation. He immensely adored the fac
t, that he was the one responsible for putting it there.
“Wouldn’t you like to go to sleep for a little while my Naruto? Why, a chidori to the chest would do the job just perfectly.”

“I was burning for you,” Naruto blurted, lying, as the horror of the day at the Valley of the End flashed through his mind.

“I thought so, remember you are mine.”

“Mine,” Sasuke hissed, capturing the blonde’s hands above his head.

I don’t want to be anymore; Naruto’s mind responded as his lover roughly pushed him on to the mattress before shredding his clothes in a lust crazed frenzy. Perhaps the kyuubi would not heal his bruises this time, perhaps this time he would leave behind some evidence of this abuse other than his broken heart.

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Konoha’s most powerful missing-nin lifted his gaze over the expanse of green forest from his sitting stance at the edge of an elevated terrace. His usual stoic expression was marred with a frown, following the telepathic link that was recently severed.

Five days had transpired since Itachi awaited his partner Kisame at their rendezvous point in the land of grass. The leader had just informed him of his partner’s unfortunate encounter with the ANBU of Iwagakure which left him heavily wounded.

Undeterred, the leader had sufficient confidence in the sharingan wielder’s skills to entrust the current mission to Itachi alone. The raven haired man would be returning to his homeland in order to fulfil the Akatsuki’s last objective.

Itachi was not worried about Kisame; the Samehada wielder was tough, he would be all right. Personally, the pale man was glad his partner would not be accompanying him to Konoha, since he could foresee the clash of personalities between Kisame and the kyuubi vessel. His partner was simply too blood thirsty and it would only intimidate the blonde, so the genius reasoned.

However, Zetsu’s report from his last scouting mission had disturbed him. Sasuke had become a bother again; he was intimately involved with the kyuubi container and that factor coupled with his brother’s quest of vengeance had made the Uchiha’s mission a lot more difficult. Again, it seemed as if the missing-nin would not leave Konoha without a fight.

TBC

A/N: Thank you for reading ;)