This Boys Life

Itachi let the boy tease him – he had a reason. Each time they crossed their paths and exchanged spiky words, he felt tingling warmth in his belly at the knowledge
that he could dice the boy with one slash of his hands.


Much like watching the fly crawling on the table and knowing you can finish its miserable life with one thud of a book.
The feeling of another being being under your entire control and not knowing it.


He shot smart comments to the boy to receive even sharper and virtuous answer, and enjoyed that for a while. But no matter how long you watch the fly the moment comes when you want to smash it all over the table…

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Naruto stalked to the shower and stopped at the wall to undress. He finally got enough courage to get under that yellowish water – after coming to realization
he’d start to stink if he won’t have at least this showering.


He took off his shirt and pants and put them by the wall, then walked through the bathroom to the cabin with the strongest stream. The one Itachi usually occupied.


He switched the water on and let it wash over his hair and face, enjoying its warmness and the feel of it washing the dust off, when a quite knocking on the
boarder followed.


“Huh?” he turned around to see whom he supposed to see: the big Itachi. He stayed there, his hands idly knocking in the boarder.

Naruto made a challenging look.
“Bath’s occupied, mon ami.” He cheered.


The next moment a huge hand closed around his throat as he was lifted off the ground to the eyelevel of Itachi. His feet dangled in the air as spoke.

“Is your tongue-work everything you’re capable of?”

Naruto tried to chock something out, but he couldn’t. He still couldn’t believe it happened. It shouldn’t have happened this way, not at all.
He should have chatted with big-demon, not getting picked up by the neck.


He was almost sure Itachi was gonna hold him up for some time – just for a good measure – and let him go.

Then he’ll sneak out of the cabin quickly – or will get thrown out of it – and will finally follow Mark’s advice and stop teasing the demon.

Unfortunately, he was wrong…

“Nothing to say,kid?” Itachi questioned almost lazily, as Naruto twisted and thrashed in his grasp in futile attempt to get some air.

“Well, remember not to play games when you’re not ready for the next set.”


With that he hurled the boy across the bathroom. Naruto’s back hit the wall and he winced, flexing his back and trying to make a run for his life, when a
huge hand grasped his throat again and pulled him back until his back slammed against another wall that the broad and solid chest of Itachi was.


Naruto felt the set of fingers piercing his skin on the neck, then five more – on the hip, when the other hand made its way around his body, pressing their lower
bodies together.


It was when Naruto fell into real terror. He unmistakably felt a huge hard on pressing along the crack of his ass.
He flinched desperately, and felt it was growing and hardening behind him, and he flinched even more in attempt to break free, so terrified his heart skipped bits, and Itachi pressed his own hips even firmer against Naruto’s, taking in every arousing
movement of the boy’s lower body.


Finally Naruto went limp in the strong arms, his breath hard just as the flesh behind him that would have jumped between his thighs had he left some space
between his legs.


“You ain’t gonna do it, are you?” he almost pleaded, not daring to look into those killer’s eyes.


“Why not?” the gruff answer came.
“I remember we had discussion on ‘ass’ topic. What would you say now?”