Spirits Within

A/NIf you don’t cry at the end of this, you have no heart or I failed at portraying what I was seeing in my mind. I literally had tears rolling down my cheeks as I wrote it. Please let me know what you think.



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



Warnings: Mansex, cursing, ghosts, tear jerker ending (not sad, just a tear jerker)



Spirits Within



Part Three



Naruto was furious. He couldn’t remember being this angry. He’d watched as that…that man flirted with ‘his’ Itachi. The kicker was that Itachi didn’t brush him off. After last night, how could he welcome the advances of that person?



First, he spilt the milk as a show of his displeasure. Did Itachi understand? No, he fucking did not. Then, he made the mug of hot coffee shatter. What did that do,? It had Itachi’s face almost in that man’s crotch. He would have probably done worse if Sai had tried anything. Locking that foul mouthed pervert in the bathroom seemed appropriate…until Itachi started getting mad.



“Alright, you damn ghost, show yourself.” He wanted Naruto to show himself, well he would fucking get it.



The lights began to flicker, Naruto’s annoyance taking the form of energy. The room was practically electrical from his anger. He shot a glance at a mirror, causing it to fall from the wall; a long crack worked its way across the reflective surface.



Itachi glared as the lights continued to flicker, giving the living room an almost strobe like feel. He wasn’t sure when he’d started to believe Naruto was real. It wasn’t an epiphany-like realization. Who was he kidding? After being brought to orgasm by a ghost, one would believe anything.



Itachi picked up the mirror. His eyes widened at the image. Naruto’s blue eyes blazed up at him. His lips were turned down in a frown. Rage radiated from him. His anger was so erotic to Itachi, he felt his dick twitch in response. What would it be like to be taken by him in this state? He almost moaned at the thought.



“What is the matter with you?” He watched the lips tighten. Suddenly, the feeling of jealousy ripped through Itachi. His fingers tightened on the edges of the mirror. It took several seconds for him to recover. It wasn’t his own jealousy, but the feeling was potent. So potent was it, his mind had trouble distinguishing it from his own emotions.



“You were jealous?”



Naruto appeared to blow out a breath before nodding, the motions jerky. His eyes continued to search Itachi’s. The other couldn’t resist reaching forward to touch the cheek, only to be blocked by glass. His insides shattered as once again it was made clear he would never be held by Naruto. It was futile for him to allow any sort of relationship to form other than cohabitation. It would only end in heartbreak and loneliness.



“Naruto…I think…” Itachi began only to see Naruto shaking his head frantically.



He nibbled on his lip before blowing against the glass. His slender fingers traced letters into the steamed glass. [b]Samhain[/b]. “I don’t understand.”



Naruto frowned, pointing to the word before he began to fade.



“Don’t go!” he cried out, only to see a comforting smile before the other faded completely.



The cracked mirror fell from his fingers to shatter on the hardwood floor. Sasuke mewed pitifully as Itachi slumped amidst the fragments of mirror. He continued to stare at a hundred images of his face, trying to find Naruto among them.



Distraught, he left the shards where they were. Entering his room, he searched for the sleeping pills. No, he didn’t want to kill himself, though he did feel dead. It annoyed him at the continued absence of his prescription bottle. He searched under the bed, in both night stands. He even tore apart the bathroom. No pills.



Groaning, he curled in the bed. His eyes stared forlornly at the mirror above. Only his own reflection was shown. He wanted to scream for Naruto to come back. Samhain. That was at least two months away. Why had he wrote that?



Frustration began to set in as he realized Naruto was no where to be found. For the initial days, he waited patiently for his wayward spirit to make some sort of appearance. Nothing. As the days passed, he became more and more annoyed.



The phone rang. He allowed his voice mail to pick it up. He didn’t feel like talking. It wasn’t until it began ringing none stop did he finally answer it to hear Sasuke screaming into the receiver.



“Itachi! Thank God. I have been trying to reach you for almost a week. I had Sakura trying to book me a flight up there. Where the fuck have you been?” Sasuke’s deep voice trembled with worry.



“I’m fine, Sasuke. I simply did not wish to speak with anyone.”



“That place is bad for you. I’m coming down there and we are moving you out. I’ll fucking buy you another house, in another city.”



“No!”



“Itachi, I know when you get in an artist mood, its hard to contact you but…”



“I’m fine now, Sasuke.”



“Do you need me to come up?”



“Do you miss Sasuke that much?”



“That fucking flea bag can be turned into Chinese food for all I care. Stop changing the subject.”



“So that means you do not miss Sasuke. He will be so upset.”



“You asshole. Fine, stay in your creepy little house until it falls down around your ears.”



“Sasuke, you do realize this house was built over a hundred years ago. I highly doubt it will fall down any time soon.”



“Bastard.” That was the last thing Itachi heard before the sound of a phone being slammed down.



Itachi snorted, going into the bedroom he’d converted into a small studio. He pulled out a large sketch pad. For the next hour, the sound of a pencil scratching roughly on the thick paper was the only sound heard. Sasuke avoided the room. The strong smell of paint irritated his sensitive nose.



By the time he put down the pad, he had at least three preliminary sketches of Naruto. He set aside his pad, annoyed at his fixation on Naruto. His thoughts were of Naruto. His dreams were of Naruto. Hell, he was even wearing a necklace owned by Naruto. All this was very unbecoming of an Uchiha.



He had to laugh at that thought. Everything but his general personality was unbecoming of an Uchiha. The only reason he wasn’t as carefree as his brother, stemmed from years of Uchiha protocol being rammed into his brain by his father.



Despite his wish to push aside thoughts of Naruto, they kept coming back. Sai called, inviting Itachi to dinner. He accepted, but throughout the entire meal, his thoughts kept drifting to Naruto. Samhain. What was it he’d read about day?



“Itachi?”



“Yes?” he glanced at his dinner companion.



“You’re not really hear are you?”



“I’m sorry, Sai. My thoughts are scattered today.”



“It’s probably built up sexual tension.”



Itachi blinked a few times as if trying to figure out if he’d heard the other correctly. He wasn’t sure whether he should laugh or continue to stare blankly. “What makes you say that?”



“Statistics show that regular sexual release can help with focus. You must not have much time for release.” A small smile crept across the pale face. “I can help you out with that.”



Itachi couldn’t stop the physical response to the offer. It had been ages since he’d had hot and dirty sex. He was so tempted. One little thing held him back from throwing caution into the wind and taking Sai up on the offer. Naruto. He remembered how upset he was just having Sai in the house, if he saw them together…



His fingers clenched beneath the table cloth. Naruto wasn’t here. He’d left him alone to go do whatever ghosts do to pass the time. Why shouldn’t he take Sai up on the offer? It wasn’t as if he belonged to Naruto. He was free to do what he wanted.



The next thing Itachi knew, he was beneath Sai on his couch as the other ground his hips into him. He felt fingers reaching for the buttons on his pants. It broke the spell over him. He didn’t really want Sai. He was using him in place of the one he really wanted.



A forceful shove had Sai off of him and on the floor beside the sofa.



“What was that for?” pouted the younger.



“I am sorry, Sai. I can’t do this with you.”



“What’s the matter? Is your dick small or something? I don’t care. I’ve been with guys with small penises before.” Sai glanced at the other with a confused look.



“Sai, you definitely fit into the special category. Another time and I would have taken you up on that offer.” Itachi pulled the other to his feet. “I’m sorry.”



Sai sent him a forlorn look that seemed not quite as hurt as it should portray. “I suppose I can take no for now. When you get over your penis worry, call me. I’ll definitely rise to the occasion.”



Itachi fought the urge to beat his head against the door as he closed it behind Sai. There was a perfect sexual partner and he turned him down. He must need his head examined. That was the only excuse for turning away a completely willing fuck for the sake of the feelings of a damn ghost.



~*~



Weeks passed calmly as the leaves began to turn the crisp shades of autumn. Itachi became more and more withdrawn, spending days upon days in his studio. Sasuke the cat was not pleased at the lack of stroking hands, nor was he pleased at the shape his master was in. There was nothing he could do.



October 31st dawned surprisingly bright. Itachi was nearly giddy with anticipation. His hands shook as he cleaned the house. He wasn’t sure why he was acting like this. He’d come to the realization that Naruto was just a figment of his imagination, spawned by old pictures and Sasuke’s droning on about ghosts. Everything could be explained in a logical manner.



Still, here he was; cleaning as if expecting a guest. By the time dusk rolled around, he’d set a bowl of candy on his front steps to ward away costume clad children. He sat on his couch.



At nine, he was calmly sipping a bottle of wine. At ten, he was finishing up the bottle. By eleven, he was glancing at the clock every two minutes. A few minutes before twelve he was digging through his bedside table. He would medicate himself to get some sleep. Tomorrow he would contact Sai to see if he was still interested in a relationship.



His fingers shook as he attempted to pry open the bottle. His slightly tipsy mind had difficulty with the child safety lock on the bottle. He growled with frustration before a tan hand covered his own. He froze, turning slowly to see the object of all his desires crouched beside him.



“It’s alright. I’m here now.” The words, spoken little more than a whisper, washed over Itachi. The balm of the spoken words soothed his tattered nerves.



“Naruto?”



“You are so impatient. I told you I would be here tonight.”



“You…you’re real.”



“I was always real. You are just stubborn.”



“How?”



“I had to conserve my energy to have enough to come tonight. I think that’s why ghosts rarely come tonight. They don’t conserve enough energy. Or, at least that’s what I think. I almost didn’t make it when I saw you with that person. You let him touch you. I nearly lost it.” Naruto buried his face in Itachi’s hair, allowing the scent wash over him.



“I thought I was going crazy.”



“You would. Both you and your brother have no faith. I suppose it’s the era you live in.” Naruto chuckled.



“Are you alive now?” Itachi asked, his eyes wide as he ran his fingers through the bright hair, savoring the texture.



“For tonight.”



“Only tonight?”



“Yeah. Only tonight.”



“I want you all the time.”



“I’ll be with you all the time. I’ll be able to materialize on Samhain every year…Itachi, if you don’t want this I’ll leave you be to find love with a living person. Some who can hold you every night, make love to you, kiss you. I’ll wait for you.” Naruto kissed Itachi gently on the lips, savoring the taste. He ran his tongue gently over the slack lower lip, memorizing every moment. If Itachi chose to end this now, it would have to sustain him for a very long time.



“I want you. I’ll make tonight last a year.”



“Do you really want that? One night a year, for a lifetime. I can’t give you everything you need. I’ll barely be able to talk with you. Is this really what you want?”



“I’m a grown man, I can make decisions for myself. This is what I want.”



Naruto smiled before drawing Itachi to his feet. Walking behind the other, he lead Itachi before the floor length mirror behind the bedroom door. His teeth nibbled at a smooth jaw while his hands slipped beneath the loose shirt. He moaned into a curved neck as his fingers stroked along the smooth plains of Itachi’s chest.



“Even when I can’t touch you, the way your essence feels when I drift through you is amazing. It’s as if every part of me is charged with electricity.” Naruto began unbuttoning the shirt before slipping it from Itachi’s frame. “You’re so beautiful. I watch you all the time. When you are in the shower, I want so bad to touch you. I hurt just looking at you.”



Itachi moaned at the thought of being watched while he bathed. He’d never be able to think about taking a shower the same way again. Just the thought of Naruto watching him while he bathed sent another surge of heat through him.



“Naruto…” Itachi’s head dropped to the firm shoulder as fingers plucked his nipples.



“You like the thought of me watching you?”



“Yes.”



“Good.”



Naruto continued to nibble at the exposed neck while his hands drifted lower to the button on Itachi’s slacks. “Look at us in the mirror. Mirrors are said to reflect the soul. Look at our souls together in the mirror.”



Itachi lifted his head to gaze into the mirror. He watched as Naruto marked his shoulder. He watched as his trousers and boxers were pushed to the ground, revealing all of his body for Naruto’s pleasure. He moaned as his hands were lifted to press against the mirror.



“Keep looking in the mirror. I want you to look at us while I touch you.” murmured Naruto, as he reached a hand around to stroke the erection standing up proudly, as if begging for attention.



“I…I…oh god!” Itachi’s head dropped back once more, his eyes closed at the touch.



“Don’t close your eyes. I want you to memorize everything you feel tonight.” Naruto began nibbling down the other’s spine. Every time Itachi gasped, he spent extra time on that spot.



Itachi kept his eyes focused on himself. Sweat began to glisten on his body. Naruto seemed to take his sweet time exploring the body quivering before him. Small drops of cum dribbled down his shaft with increasing frequency.



The touch on his hips brought whimpers to his lips. This was what he longed for, the physical touch of Naruto. Feeling it now, he wasn’t sure how he’d lived without him before. The heat of his breath teased along the curve of his buttocks. Itachi’s fingers clenched as he pressed back.



The chuckle from Naruto went straight to his cock. “Needy are we?”



“It’s been…a while.”



“So you’re practically a virgin.” he whispered as he pressed finger through the tight muscle, earning a rumbling groan from Itachi.



Itachi relaxed around the touch as best he could. His body wanted to clamp down, to relish in the feeling of penetration. His eyes shot open suddenly at the feel of a moist tongue joining the finger. A garbled sound, a mix of a groan and whimper, echoed through the bedroom. Naruto’s name became a chant as his knees threatened to buckle.



“Shh, I know it’s been a while. Let me make you feel good.” Another finger joined its partner as the tongue continued it’s assault.



Itachi leaned heavily against the mirror. His breath fogged the glass, panting in and out as the fingers and tongue stretched his body. The saliva slicked the movements, thrusting in and out. “Please…I need…”



“I know, baby.”



Hands once again directed him, pressing him towards the bed. His back hit the mattress, forcing breath from his lungs as a grinning face appeared over him. Lips met in a clash. Heated breath was shared as strong fingers lifted thighs to rest on a muscled chest.



There was the sound of digging through his bedside table before cool gel was pressed against his anus. He hissed at the cool touch, earning a murmured apology from the other. The digits moved easily with the aid of lubricant. Itachi didn’t even want to know how Naruto knew he had lube in his drawer. The man…ghost…knew everything about this house.



He tried to buck his hips, force the fingers deeper. He wanted to feel eye rolling pleasure that came from prostate stimulation. Naruto appeared to have other ideas as his fingers withdrew without ever touching the spot Itachi wanted. He released a small whine, only to have Naruto’s lips near his ear. “I know what you want. I’ll take care of you.”



Fingers were withdrawn to be replaced by Naruto’s thicker cock. Itachi grappled at the sheets, pulling them from place. His hips lifted, desperate for a deeper touch. It felt impossibly thick, though he knew he’d had larger.



“I’d forgotten…what it felt like. Christ…you are tight.” Naruto grunted. Sweat beaded on Itachi’s chest, slicking the movement of their bodies.



Pulling out, he pressed back in quickly. Itachi grunted, the feeling of being so stretched was amazing. His cock bobbed under the engorged weight, the skin flushed red with blood. Itachi reached towards the aching shaft, unable to resist the urge to pump himself.



“Hands off.” Naruto growled, pulling Itachi hands again. The resulting whimper brought a smile to the blond’s face. “I want to savor this.”



Not waiting another moment, Naruto began a punishing rhythm. His hips pounded in and out; each inward thrust rubbing against Itachi’s prostate, resulting in moans from him.



The heat built, Naruto now bending Itachi almost in half as he put all his weight into the movements. He watched the dribbling cock rub against Itachi’s stomach with each thrust.



“Mine, always.” He growled.



“Yours.” Itachi moaned in a garbled voice.



Naruto seemed pleased by that, grabbing the bobbing cock. Two strokes and it was over for Itachi. His body locked down on the invading length, milking it as cum shot across his abdomen. His hips jerked spasmodically as the orgasm seemed to go on and on, Naruto’s hand drawing it out as much as possible.



The other groaned long and low, his own hips jerking as he collapsed on Itachi. For long moments, they laid together. Body heat radiated off of them in waves. Itachi moaned as he felt Naruto slide from him. It took several minutes for him to realize there was no cum in him. He jerked his eyes to the other.



“Naruto…”



“I’m not alive, ‘Tachi. Tonight lets me touch and feel you. It feels like I’m alive, but I know I’m not. I don’t have blood, or a heart beat. I suppose it means I have no cum as well.” he smiled, stroking a finger across the reddened hole of his lover.



“Did you feel pleasure?” Itachi asked, not wanting to continue this if he was the only one feeling anything.



“I did. I feel the same. I feel alive but I know I’m not. I felt your heat. I tasted you lust.” Each sentence was punctuated with a kiss.



“How long?”



“Until dawn. I want to make memories to last a year. I will love you for eternity but you don’t have to. I know we can’t be together as you’d like.”



“I’m not your normal person. As long as I know you are there, I’m happy.” Itachi pushed Naruto back. He ran his tongue up the side of his neck, savoring the taste. He could taste the salt on his skin, though there was no sweat.



His lips drifted down a tone chest to bite at nipples, while his hands reached to play with the once again hard shaft. He ran his tongue around the navel. The small hairs circling the indention tickled his lips as he drifted lower. His lips sucked at tender skin at the base of his erection. His hands drifted a little lower to cup the heavy sac.



“Nngh…” Naruto grunted at the stroking hands and clever mouth.



“Can you feel it?” Itachi purred, his fingers teasing the tender skin.



“Yeah, I feel it.” Naruto arched off the bed as a hot mouth engulfed his tip.



Itachi wrinkled his nose at the taste of lube. Lifting from the tip, he used the sheet to wipe the lubricant from the shaft. Without further comment, he swallowed the entire length, relaxing his throat to prevent gagging.



“Fuck!” Naruto arched from the bed, his eyes drifting upward to watch Itachi’s ministrations.



“You seem alive to me.” purred Itachi before swallowing Naruto again.



Naruto’s eyes rolled back as his hips rolled in pleasure. He was drawn so tight, he wondered if Itachi would be able force fluid where there was none. A clever tongue swirled around the tip with each upward rise. It was pure hell. He felt his ball draw up almost as if they were ready to release their load.



It wasn’t the tongue or the wet heat that pushed him over the edge. It was Itachi’s moan that undid him as his hips arched high, pushing his length in as far as it would go. Spasms rocketed through him as his hips jerked.



Itachi moaned around the length. It wasn’t the same as a normal ejaculation. The taste was still there, like the salt on his skin, all that lacked was the fluid. His best description would be that it was a phantom ejaculation. “You taste so wonderful.”



“You can taste me?”



“Yes.” he hissed, crawling up Naruto’s body to share the taste. Their tongues battled as the flavor of Naruto was savored.



The next few hours proved Itachi was insatiable. He wanted to cram as much into the night as possible. His body was sore, causing him to cry out in more pain than pleasure as Naruto slid inside again. He didn’t care, he wanted this. He wanted to devour every part of Naruto.



“We need to stop, your body can’t take anymore.” panted Naruto, his body shuddering at the way Itachi clenched desperately around him.



“No! I need you inside me.” Itachi’s back arched, pressing to Naruto’s chest. A shuddering orgasm rocked him, cum no longer spurting but dribbling out. He had no more to give. He collapsed on the damp sheets, Naruto on top of him.



For several minutes, the only sound was breathing. Naruto buried his nose into Itachi’s hair. He smelled of sex, musk, and the slightest hint of the spicy shampoo he used. He wanted to brand this scent in his memory. When the sun rose, he would go back to nothing.



“The sun will rise in a few minutes.” whispered Naruto.



“I know. What will happen?”



“I’ll go back. I don’t know what effects tonight will have. Don’t worry if I’m not around for a few days.”



“Does dying hurt?” Itachi whispered, his face away from Naruto.



“Don’t you even think about it!” yelled Naruto, turning Itachi to look him in the eye. “I want you alive. I want to be able to watch you sleep, to see you paint. I want you to be alive. When you are old and tired, then I’ll stand at your bedside and whisper in your ear. I’ll reach out my hand and you will take it.”



“I’m sorry.”



“You know it’s funny. When I died and Orochimaru buried me in the backyard, I was so angry. Was it really worth our lives? Was a little money really worth it? I hope that bastard rots in hell…if there is one.”



Itachi sat up, pulling away from Naruto. “It will be dawn in a few minutes. When I asked you if it hurt, I wasn’t implying I would kill myself. Who would take care of Sasuke?”



“The cat or your brother?” Naruto’s arms went around him.



“Both.” chuckled Itachi.



“Are you sure you want to do this?”



“Hn. I’m not some pansy woman. I know what I want.”



“Then stop moping around and finish those paintings of me. I’m sure the old biddies in town would love a picture. They used to come and hold séances every so often in the house. It’s fun making the house creak and moan for them.” Naruto kissed Itachi.



As the first beam of light broke the horizon, Itachi watched as Naruto began to fade. He lifted a hand to a translucent cheek. He wanted to cry. He wanted to cry, but didn’t. Naruto wouldn’t like that. He would be strong for Naruto. They would always be together.



The years passed. Each Samhain, Naruto would take Itachi. Each morning, he would disappear. Just like any couple, they had their fights. Naruto would pull ghostly pranks. Itachi would refuse to acknowledge his presence. As with any fight, the make up was half the fun.



The older Itachi got, the more embarrassed he was about himself. His body aged well, but it became harder and harder to participate in the sex marathons of his youth. Naruto still came.



In the last two years, Itachi simply lay in Naruto’s arms as they talked.



“Do you think I’m ugly?” Itachi asked, raising a vein ridden hand to caress the youthful face of his lover.



“Never.” Naruto stroked a hand through the mostly gray hair. He loved every part of Itachi, his looks meant nothing.



“I’m glad.”



It was several minutes before Itachi spoke again. “I’m tired, Naruto.”



“Then rest.”



“I don’t want to miss any moment of touching you.”



“I won’t leave you this time.”



“Don’t lie to me, Naruto. I know the deal.”



Naruto chuckled, pulling Itachi closer. “This time I promise I won’t leave. Rest.”



Itachi smiled, closing his eyes. Naruto pulled him tight, listening to breath as it began to slow. No, this time he wouldn’t leave Itachi because he was coming with him. It was time. He’d felt it coming for several weeks. He’d hoped he would live for one last Samhain together. Not because Naruto wanted to live, but because he wanted to hold Itachi in his arms as he passed away.



“That’s it sweetheart. It’s ok to let go. I’ll be here to catch you.”



Naruto stood, stroked a hand down the seemingly sleeping face of his lover. “Time to go, Itachi.”



Black eyes opened to see Naruto smiling in the morning light. “You’re still here.”



“I never left you.”



Itachi sat up, looking at his hands. He glanced up sharply at Naruto who led him to a mirror. Standing before the mirror was Itachi and Naruto, both appearing as they did when he first moved into the house, over fifty years ago.



“Sasuke will be sad.”



“He’ll be happy.”



“Why do you say that?”



“Because he knows we are together now.”



With those words, Naruto kissed Itachi. They both faded in the morning light. Together.



Fin~