The Sacrament of Reconciliation

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Chapter 9 Coming to Terms with Other Leaves

The sun crept in silence above Konoha, song birds chirped, red squirrels scaled great oaks, acorns rained under forced tremors littering lush green carpeting with the reaping of the small rodents forging. Seated upon Yondamine’s head thinking about his sexual inclination, after spying Sakura’s closet two days prior washed away any and, all remaining qualms since Naruto wholeheartedly believed girls were strange, teenage- girls were weird, and women were downright scary all due to one simple discovery.

Men closets house no hidden shrines in dedication to their obsession.

What he saw may have scarred him for life. Sakura truly had too much time on her hands; stalking Uchiha Sasuke while, avoiding capture at her previous power level required enormous skill. Its amazing what one is able to achieve given proper motivation, she even procured a picture of Sasuke naked departing his shower. How she managed capturing his pale arse from that particular angle Naruto would never know, hence why women were scary.

After revealing a Shrine of Sasuke he also discovered The Shrine of Naruto, the woman is really confusing there was a photo of him showering as well plastered among a collage of pictures; how in the name of ramen did she accomplish this, and why did Sakura have photos of him, again weird, and scary.

He just finished meeting with Neji leaving the poor blonde ninja even more disturbed. Deciding, he needed to speak with Tsunade about Sakura, maybe she needed a vacation, maybe she needed to get laid, maybe, she just needed to get a life of her own outside of worshipping Uchiha damn Sasuke.

Even he had his limits.

For now he would enjoy sunrise atop his favorite spot, within his beloved village.

-Uchiha Compound-

Itachi lied staring at his ceiling, willing away his morning wood courtesy of a sunshine blonde. Harboring affections for two years finally caught up with him. He was not a boy, he is a man dammit; he would confess his desires to the young shinobi. There was one benefit to dying and being resurrected, no sense of fear.

Dying gives you balls of steel.

He needed a plan spar first; satisfy Minato’s legacy’s appetite afterwards making the younger more receptive, than pounce. Discarding that idea quickly, the Uchiha pondered he was never a man who acted without reason, without a plan. However, positioning ones self afforded better results, seek out an opening……..than pounce.

He grinned.

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Giving himself a mental pat, Itachi gazed over his tea cups rim, as the younger shinobi watched greenish-brown liquid still inside its holder. Pausing mid thought Naruto spoke of his plaguing fears.

“Itachi, if this were your last night alive what would you do, or what would you wish to do?”

His opening just presented itself.

“We would have sex Naruto-kun.”

“Eh?”

“Simple, I have craved intimacy with you for sometime. You are more partial to same gender are you not?”

The blonde knew to Itachi he was crystal, just how clear was the question. A virgin by male and female standards alike, compulsion to engage in such intimate acts eluded him. Mating extended beyond physical an ideal attributed to his inner companion. His experience began and ended with masturbation, unless playing out scenes from Karma Sutra or one of Ero-sennin’s Icha Icha series. Otherwise he would be a man in the desert, surrounded by vast lands, but could not build a pyramid even if the gods demanded.

The current God of Sex sat before him wanting just that, sex.

He spotted sand.

“Fine.”

“What is fine, Naruto-kun?”

“Fine, we have sex.”

“You should await the one you desire most.”

“I have.”

“Be patient…….you can never turn back.”

Calm blue eyes stared into cool black, “Life is fleeting Itachi, you know that best. I am not afraid, not anymore. I settled for a life ending in solitude, or meeting a woman from another village, marrying, having children, but the Elder Council would never allow it. That life burnt to ash after realizing my penchant for same sex relations. The one I desire asked, I accepted, life continues.”

Rising from his sitting position the Raven approached Naruto, pale hands stroked tan cheeks, before devouring soft lips needing more he plunged. His tongue drove forward yearning to taste, suck, and claim, saliva slipped cascading leaving gleaming trails in their wake, passed chins vanishing from sight. Needing more, wanting more he drew his new lover close, chest to chest, breathing heavy he palmed clothed smooth round mounds of flesh in indication.

His cock throbbed, leaked, pulsed with every breath. Blood pumped from his heart, through his veins, feeding his craving into a frenzied state. Breaking from their kiss his seductive voice a mere whisper, “I desire you, Naruto-kun. I have for sometime,” a thick appendage rubbed in longing against his blonde’s. “Let me have you.”

Blue eyes laden with lust soften in answer, no words of devotion, no words of promise were spoken, no words were needed their eyes spoke volumes as both intertwined fingers moving with silent foot-falls towards Itachi’s sleeping quarters. Once inside timid hands untied the leaf headband over raven locks, revealing a smooth plain of pale skin, shifting forward Naruto kissed the elders forehead, while deft hands released a black leather tie freeing silky midnight colored tresses, “I have never done this.” Was his unsure reply.

Shirts were pulled, pants snatched revealing gleaming pale, and shimmering gold. Hands roamed tanned expanse of skin, seeking and finding hidden nooks evoking moans of pleasure. Withdrawing from their gentle embrace, Itachi laid the young male missionary style atop his futon. Naruto peered through long flaxen lashes at the older male in curiosity.

“Lie on your stomach, I need to prepare you properly.” Shifting onto his belly he felt a weight settle across his back, “Massaging your lower half with lavender oil relaxes muscles and is very erotic.”

Thick warm liquid pooled his lower back streaming over the blondes hip bones, before calloused fingers kneed firm flesh, capturing runaway lines of oil. Coated digits disappeared within the dividing line of muscle, running teasingly along his puckered entrance sliding downward to cup and caress ball sacks.

Itachi groaned he wanted the other badly. Lust filled eyes observed skilled hands and fingers dance providing relaxed pleasure, he longed to touch, to fill that tight orifice completely. Claiming Naruto for his own, he continued touching planes of skin. Reversing position his cock laid nestled within the golden ones oil slicked valley, hips glided forward creating sweet friction against the elder’s velvet erection.

Shifting his weight once more the Raven raised his lover onto his knees slightly, tormenting the tip with greased digits sliding down gripping the organs base. A whimper was heard, pumping he carried on his assault stroking in up and down motions, hips propelled forward in line with his strokes. Naruto moved his lower body against Itachi, creating delicious rasping.

Another sensation joined in as slim appendage breeched the outer ring of muscle, curling only to strike a small bundle of ecstasy, he moaned, the intruder struck again and a second entered, driving him to the brink he pushed back driving them deeper. He wanted to feel more, and felt he did a third, almost heaven he thought.

Pushing his body back onto his hunches, riding those fingers offering him more delight than expected, something blunt prodded just beneath. Said object replaced slim digits, easing inch by excruciating inch, he felt filled, and he felt complete. A single tear trailed his cheek, as warm hands tweaked pebbled sized nipples firm, moistened lips kissed along his neck, tongue and teeth sucked and bit his ear, he whined hand never leaving his hardened member.

So many overwhelming sensations when the organ inside him slid out slowly, ‘to good’, one strong thrust he came hard with a scream, muscles tighten around the Raven as he resume pistoning forward liberating himself moments later. Hash breathing escaped each mans throat. Itachi lavished his lover with a sideways kiss, drawing the smaller body closer, holding him tight unto his larger body.

Naruto smiled a small smile resting his head beside a pale shoulder, drifting into a dreamless sleep.

Feeling the younger drift into slumber, the Raven chuckled, kissing his temple he eased their bodies down upon his futon, welcoming the beautiful black abyss.


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Outside Zetsu melted into the earth, ready to report his findings to Madara.