Punishment

Itachi walked down the hall, confident that his jeans and boxers held himself down enough that it would take whoever was at the door to stare directly at his crotch to be sure of his erection. He paused in front of the door, looking out the small peep hole. He was a little surprised by what he saw, opening the door.

“Naruto?” The blond nodded, smiling a little sheepishly as his eyes raked over Itachi’s bare chest. He shivered a little and blushed, forcing his blue orbs up to meet black.

“Yeah! I need your help.” He held up a pet carrier, something orange and definitely feline moving within.

“…You want me to take it to the pound?” Itachi asked as it hissed at him, growling the way cats do. Naruto paled, hugging the carrier to his chest.

“No! I want you to take him to Shikamaru!” He petted the top of the mobile cage, cooing at the animal. “I went to his house but his mom said he’d be with you. Where is he?”

Itachi’s cock twitched as he remembered where Shikamaru was.

“He’s not available right now, but I’ll give the cat to him. What’s its name?” Naruto chewed his lip, hugging the carrier tighter.

“Ramen…I can’t keep him anymore and Shikamaru said he’d watch him until I found an owner…” Itachi smiled, holding out a hand.

“I’ll get the cat to Shikamaru, Naruto. Do not worry.” Naruto nodded hurriedly, turning the cage to look in at his animal.

“Bye Ramen. I’ll miss you.” He bit his lip, stroking the carrier top. “And I’ll visit, okay? Be good to Itachi.”

The cat, which’d calmed down, hissed when Itachi held the cage.

“Friendly cat.” Itachi stated as a feral growl emitted from the carrier. Naruto smiled, shaking his head.

“He doesn’t like new people…But just get him to Shikamaru, okay? I’ll visit tomorrow; tell him that, ‘kay? I gotta go…Bye Ramen.” He sadly touched the carrier again, turning and walking away from the door.

Ramen growled.

“Hmm.” Itachi closed the door, moving into the living room. He placed the carrier on the couch, contemplating if he should open it or not. His thoughts drifted back to Shikamaru.

“Stay.” He ordered, leaving the door closed and walking back down the hall. The cat could be let out later, when he could watch it.

“Shikamaru, we have a cat now.” Itachi said casually, pulling his clothing off again. Shikamaru whimpered, appearing no less tortured then when Itachi had left him. The Uchiha climbed onto the bed, touching a hand to Shikamaru’s cockhead, trailing his sticky fingertips down the already stained side.

“I-Itachi…please…i-it’s stopped…” Shikamaru begged, arching up and whimpering. His body had calmed down from its mindless neediness, but now his want flared low in his belly, hands clawing for Itachi, cock swollen to the point of bursting past the restraint. His nipples ached worse than his cock, his eyes red from crying in pleasure, throat raw.

Itachi touched a hand to the toy, smirking as he nudged it a little deeper, Shikamaru choking out a broken sob.

“So it has. Have you learned your lesson?” He twisted the toy idly, keeping it pressed deeply into the other. Shikamaru’s skin shivered visibly, flushed and wet and begging with every pore.

“Yes, oh god yes.” Itachi smirked wider, finally pulling the toy out of his boyfriend. He moved in between Shikamaru’s spread legs, positioning himself and slipping inside. Shikamaru moaned, long and deep, wriggling as much as he could, the bells jingling merrily above the sound of his harsh panting.

“The…the tie…” He shuddered, arching as the pleasure spiked thoughtlessly, his mind going blank for a full handful of seconds as his body flooded with the wave of rapture that never crested. He dropped back, eyes closed and breathing deeply, unable to organize his thoughts beyond the feel of Itachi, the want for Itachi, his utter need for Itachi and only Itachi. All thoughts of others had fled, even the guilty ones about Sasuke.

“Itachi…”

“I’ll remove it soon enough. If I did now you’d come within moments.” Itachi spoke, petting Shikamaru’s hips softly. The bell at his throat tinkled softly as Shikamaru swallowed, trying to think up an argument and failing. Instead he tightened his muscles, rocking his hips as much as the cords allowed.

Itachi closed his eyes, shivering a little. Shikamaru looked so beautiful like this, utterly broken by pleasure and all for him. He stroked his hips again, moving up to pet his stomach.

“You know I love you, Shikamaru.” Itachi said, opening his eyes. Shikamaru nodded, thrusting again. Itachi smirked, hands returning to his hips. “I’ll take that as an I love you to.”

He began to move before Shikamaru could verbally retort, pushing waves of black pleasure across Shikamaru’s conscious with each angled thrust.

It didn’t take long for him to reach his peak, pushed over more from how delicious Shikamaru looked and sounded under him than the actual mechanics of the sex. His hands tightened on the hips, thrusting deep and grunting.

Shikamaru shivered and bucked, the rushing warmth of Itachi’s pleasure sending him into another treacherous convulsion of ecstasy. His eyes rolled and he nearly fell back into blackness, body at its physical limit.

“Shikamaru, stay awake. You want me to take the tie off?” Itachi asked, pulling out carefully once Shikamaru had finished writhing, watching the narrow olive-toned chest rise and fall with deep shuddering breaths.

“Yes, Itachi, please, please take it off.” He whispered, voice cracking. Itachi leaned up, kissing him softly as he pulled it off of him.

“You did excellent, Shikamaru.” He complimented, letting him bob free for a moment. Shikamaru sighed in relief, body shaking as he finally stood on an edge he could plunge over. Itachi kissed him again, gripping and pumping a few firm strokes.

Shikamaru’s ragged voice managed to scream out against the soft lips, body tensed beautifully under Itachi as the pleasure finally captured his entire body, coating his stomach and chest in pent up rapture as his limbs thrashed against the bonds.

Itachi broke the kiss once Shikamaru settled back, amused to see that the boy had passed out. He kissed his wet brow, reaching for the tie at one wrist and murmuring softly into his unconscious ear.

“Very good, Shikamaru. You’re so beautiful. You consider yourself lucky to have me, but I think it’s the other way around.” He moved to the other wrist. “Maybe we’re both lucky.”

When he’d finished completely untying Shikamaru, removed the clamps but left the collar and taken all the bells, he returned with a towel. He was amused to see Shikamaru still wasn’t stirring, breathing deep and even.

He cleaned his lover up, tossing the towel into a dirty hamper and climbed onto the bed, pulling them both under the covers and holding Shikamaru’s pliant body against his. He kissed his hair, stroking his smooth, clean side.

“Sleep well, Shikamaru.”

A/N: THE END I hope you all enjoyed :3