Captured in Your Eyes

Captured in Your Eyes

- SuishouTenshi

Disclaimer: The manga and anime series Naruto and all its affiliates are not mine in any way.

Rating: NC-17, please don’t read if you’re not old enough, I don’t want any youngster’s mind corrupted before its time like mine was.

A/N: This is the final edit.

He sat rigidly at the foot of his bed with his lemony-yellow head resting against cold glass. Sapphire blue eyes searched the world beyond the window, sought out with teeming anticipation the familiar shadow of his nightly guest. It wasn’t that he was particularly eager to receive this guest, but he wasn’t against these visits either. After all, they made him feel needed, useful...

Naruto’s chest rumbled with a deep and sardonic chuckle. He was beginning to sound like Haku.

Ah, Haku, yes, that was when it had all started, this incessant and irrational need to feel like he wasn’t a monster or trash as the rest of the village labeled him as. Even though Naruto’s performance as a Chuunin and track records were more than enough to earn him the respect and recognition he had wanted so desperately as a lost and wandering soul, he still couldn’t achieve personal satisfaction. A part of him, the part that would always suffer within Kyuubi’s clutches, constantly cried out for new ways to test himself, to give himself, body and soul, in some form or another, to a new goal or mission.

And as his clock chimed thrice, his current mission showed himself before Naruto.

The first thing Naruto noticed was his eyes, damn Sharingan eyes that bled crimson. Naruto wished he wouldn’t come while bearing such an angry glare, but it couldn’t be helped. After all, anger was the trigger of their nightly trysts.

The dark clad figure shimmered into nothingness from his perch upon the tree branch and reappeared half a second later within Naruto’s room. Naruto took in his pale skin and dark-blue hair and shivered involuntarily.

His visitor didn’t allow him one more second of freedom and literately pounced upon the teen with glowing cerulean eyes. Naruto’s head connected with his windowpane quite painfully, but his groan was drowned within impatient lips. His wrists were promptly grabbed by thin but firm fingers, and his entire upper body was then hauled sideways, causing him to fall unto his mattress in an odd position. Long legs straddled his thighs, trapped him within their confines. But it was pointless; it wasn’t like Naruto ever fought back anyway.

A familiar wet tongue entered his mouth, swept away the lingering taste of miso ramen and replaced it with the distinct saltiness of onigiri. Naruto opened his mouth as wide as his jaws would permit and greeted the invading organ with his own, flickered it lightly over the tip to show his submission. His hands were moved above his head (not entirely against his will, mind you) to expose more of him, to make him seem more vulnerable.

The hands let go of his wrists but Naruto knew better than to move them of his own accord. Fingertips ghosted over the tanned skin of his arms, landed at some area below Naruto’s ribcages. A thumb prodded the ticklish spot through his tight black vest and solicited a wanton moan from the blond. The talented mouth moved downwards, marked a wet trail of saliva down Naruto’s chin and over his taut neck. Slightly blunted canines bit into the flesh, a tongue licked over the bruising wound immediately, sensual and hurried.

A muscular thigh shifted and placed itself between Naruto’s legs and against the most sensitive part of his body. An energy which definitely was not chakra began to pool in Naruto’s lower abdomen. Even though Naruto couldn’t see it, he knew that the Kyuubi seal was slowly coming to life, and the kitsune demon itself was sending Naruto signs of unease. The blond swatted the discomfort away and shoved Kyuubi to the deepest recess of his mind. The fox was always showing distress when Naruto coupled with his guest, and he was rather sick of it.

His vest was removed without his knowledge when he was concentrating on fighting Kyuubi. Dark tresses brushed over his pectoral muscles as a tongue worked on his right nipple. Naruto’s toes curled, his head was thrown back, his chest lifted upwards for better contact.

His visitor shed his dark shirt as well with obvious impatience. Lips sank back down upon Naruto’s bare skin as the hands worked on his trousers to unzip the orange-black monstrosity with one whiz of the wrist. Naruto lifted his hips obediently and his trousers and boxers were tossed onto the floor unceremoniously.

A few seconds later, two fingers were shoved into Naruto’s mouth as the other man’s lips swallowed the blonde’s hardened member. The azure-eyed blond clutched the bed sheets desperately and tried to focus on sucking the fingers in his mouth. His tongue dove into the cleft between the other man’s index and middle finger, coated it with saliva to the best of his effort. Down below, a warm appendage swept over the tip of his erection and Naruto had to bite his lips to keep from coming.

“Not yet,” his bodily tormentor murmured. He threw Naruto’s legs over his shoulders and inserted his wet middle finger into Naruto’s crevice, curled it slightly before pulling it out only to insert one more inside without further warning.

Naruto’s thighs tensed. Even after the past few nights’ rendezvous, he still couldn’t quite get use to the stretching. His body reacted automatically and he clamped down on the intruding fingers. His lover didn’t care for his discomfort and spread the digits apart while his mouth moved continually on Naruto’s leaking erection.

Naruto’s breath became deep and erratic; sheen of sweat covered his forehead and neck. Cerulean irises clouded over with a mix of pain and pleasure and he finally whispered croakily, “I’m ready.”

The dark invader didn’t need to be told twice. The fingers were quickly withdrawn and replaced by something far larger, far more painful, and far more enticing.

Despite the agony that came with penetration, Naruto pushed back as far as he could. The man above him shifted around a bit and tested out a few thrusts before one sudden erotic moan from Naruto told him exactly where he needed to hit.

Harder, faster, right there, oh, don’t stop, harder, so good, faster, AH!, yes, yes, please, faster…

Naruto’s world disappeared within a cloud of lust; his senses left him with only the few occasional mumbles of appreciation. His eyes were shut, but if they were open, he’d see spinning Sharingan eyes staring at him, hot enough to melt iron. His lover’s pants sounded close to his ear, and when Naruto’s world exploded with stars, it took his all just to turn his head and give the lips there an appreciative kiss.

“Don’t go...” the blond began, already knowing what would happen next. His pleas were silenced by hungry lips, and the giver of this kiss quickly formed a seal with his hands before tapping Naruto on the forehead.

When the Kyuubi-vessel involuntarily succumbed to Morpheus’ spell, he never saw the crimson glow that engulfed him, nor did he see the light grow dimmer as his visitor teleported away.

***

Sasuke pulled the thrown kunai out of the ground and sent it to his right where an energetic Naruto was flying toward him. The blond tilted his head toward the left and the kunai whizzed by without leaving a scratch. Using his momentum, Naruto aimed a speedy punch toward Sasuke’s head and was effectively blocked by a forearm.

As one of Naruto’s feet landed, he lifted the other one to aim a kick at Sasuke’s ribs. The dark-haired shinobi was just preparing to dodge it when he saw a visible distort of pain spread through Naruto’s countenance.

The kick was never delivered pass waist-level, and Naruto, for reasons unknown, suddenly collapsed on his side, his hands clutched the verdant grass tightly, and his eyes refused to meet Sasuke’s.

“What’s wrong, dobe?” the Avenger asked in a low tone.

Something unrecognizable flitted across Naruto’s blue eyes, and the sides of his lips drooped down as if pulled by some devious invisible force. His brows were furrowed so much that Sasuke thought they would eventually criss-cross. Sasuke raised an eyebrow. The look on Naruto’s face was so similar to Sakura’s “I’m-mad-at-you-and-you-should-know-what-you’ve-done” expression.

“Are you hurt?” he tried again with no avail. Naruto was still not looking at him or making any attempt to get off the ground.

Sasuke scowled. “Are we going to continue this?” he tried a third time. When Naruto’s expression only became darker, Sasuke rolled his eyes and walked away. He had better things to do on his day off than dealing with a childish idiot — a childish idiot who was eighteen, mind you. He had asked the dobe three questions, fulfilled his daily requirement of speech, and he’d be damned before going over that limit.

However, Sasuke was becoming increasingly worried even as he walked away from the moping blond. Ever since Naruto brought him back from Orochimaru’s grasp three years ago — and without having to knock Sasuke out or even take off a limb or two — the blond had been oddly subservient and patient with Sasuke. Naruto, in a very uncharacteristic way, let Sasuke abuse him however he wanted, and he tried his best to fulfill Sasuke’s every wish, as if he was afraid that if he weren’t complaint enough with Sasuke’s whims, the dark-haired teen would leave Konoha again.

And so the blonde’s obvious rebellious behavior today had to be caused by something. From the way Naruto acted, it wasn’t such a big deal either, because after all, he hadn’t started screaming yet.

Sasuke shook his head; dark-blue strands tickled the sides of his face. Stupid dobe... always made him worry...

Sasuke then spent the rest of his afternoon training with Hyuuga Neji. The two descendents of their individual bloodlines were so similar in character that merely one spar could pay off immensely on both parts. With Byakugan and Sharingan utilized in the same battle, and with the addition of Sasuke’s and Neji’s stubborn wills, it was the ideal training to see how one would deal before an opponent of the same caliber and style. For Sasuke, it was a perfect opportunity to prepare for his fight with Itachi; for Neji, it was a chance to seek out the genius within, a time to break out from the cursed role he was subjected to from birth.

The spars continued and ended without more than ten words exchanged between the two. It was only the last glance they shared that agreed for them both that they would try and meet again for the benefit of themselves.

After the normal dinner alone at home, Sasuke found himself with no interesting books to devour or techniques to rehearse. As much as he dreaded this impending decision, he also knew that it was his responsibility as a self-proclaimed “best friend” to go and check up on the idiot, just in case the blond fell in his bathtub and cracked his skull or something equally foolish.

Unlike Kakashi, Sasuke had enough decency and chivalry to know that he should enter through a person’s front door instead of the window. However, after he knocked on the front door of Naruto’s rundown apartment multiple times and still received no answer, an instinct told Sasuke to try the doorknob.

Amazingly, instinct was right for once and Sasuke found the door unlocked. He rolled his eyes at Naruto’s recklessness and made his way through the unlit living room toward Naruto’s slightly ajar bedroom door, of which a sliver of moonlight seeped through the crack of the doorframe.

Sasuke smelled it before he saw it; the scent of sex made him want to clamp a hand over his nose but at the same time to just drown in the pure muskiness of it. Next his ears perceived a light moan, a deep vibration of a cry of pain but not quite so.

The youngest Uchiha gulped without knowing why. The sensible part of him told his head that Naruto was not in pain and Sasuke should leave him to his privacy. But a seemingly innocent section in his brain urged him forward to catch a forbidden sight that he would never see otherwise.

What he saw, however, made Sasuke wish he had died in Orochimaru’s hands.

Bright moonlight trickled through the half opened curtains; two all-too-familiar figures were tangled in a heap of limbs under its radiance. Like malice that glinted off a wolf’s fang, the moonlight bounced off Naruto’s body unabashedly and rested upon the palest skin known to man.

“Ungh!” Naruto cried with his head thrown back, blue eyes shut tightly and scarlet lips opened to just the right size. Muscular legs were wrapped tightly around the waist of the man on top of him, whose hips were thrusting in a fantastic rhythm into Naruto’s surrendered body.

“Faster...” Naruto moaned; his voice croaked and husky. His guest responded with a rough jabs which made the blond gasp with delight. Then suddenly, the movements stopped.

Lazy blue eyes finally opened, but they did not sense the horrified watcher standing outside the door. “Dammit, Uchiha,” Naruto moaned seductively, “don’t stop now.”

Sasuke felt his mouth become as dry as the Sahara. No more than ten feet away, Uchiha Itachi, with his manhood still imbedded within Naruto, leaned down and gave the blond a passionate kiss on the lips. Naruto in turn wiggled his needy hips, impatient but still submissive.

“Do you want this?” Itachi asked, his usually emotionless face was cloaked with a rare expression of amusement and pleasure.

“Oh god, yes, you know I do,” Naruto complained while one of his hands reached down in an attempt to touch himself.

Itachi grabbed that hand before it could go far and whispered huskily, but still loud enough for Sasuke to hear, “How bad do you want this, Naruto?”

“Bastard...” Naruto turned his head toward the wall as if in shame.

“Say it, Naruto.” A light thrust to remind him what he could have only if he begged.

“Ah! Don’t stop, you bastard.” Naruto looked back up, his eyes shone with adoration. A mischievous grin lifted up the sides of his mouth and he whispered back just as sensually, “I want you. To give it to me. Hard. Fast. Rough. As deep as you can go. Ride me...”

Itachi replied by pulling out almost all the way and then thrusting back with a sickening slap of flesh against flesh. Naruto’s delighted cry, however, drowned out the almost imperceptible gag of disgust that managed to escape Sasuke’s gaping mouth.

The couple inside didn’t seem to notice Sasuke at all and continued their activities. The younger Uchiha stood outside with defeated eyes, tears that he didn’t know he could still shed rolled around within the rims of his Sharingan-activated eyes. Each one of their movements was caught by his bloodline with a terrifying show of slow-motion. Each detail of Naruto’s sweating, writhing body was forever imprinted within his mind, continuously taunted him, and reminded him that once again, his brother had taken away something he loved.

When Naruto came with a purr, it was undoubtedly the most beautiful sight Sasuke had ever seen. But barely half a minute later, Itachi also came to completion and collapsed on top of Naruto’s rising chest, Mangekyou Sharingan eyes faced directly toward the watcher’s direction. Sasuke hoped that his brother’s vision was bad enough so he wouldn’t notice Sasuke’s presence.

“Do you love me, dobe?” Itachi ask Naruto.

Naruto snorted, as if mocking the way Itachi used Sasuke’s nickname for him. “I love you with everything I have, teme.”

And at the sight of Itachi’s triumphant smile, Sasuke knew that his brother had seen him after all.

He left after that.

***

Meeting Naruto’s eyes the next day for training was an impossible task, even though he knew that with Itachi’s personality, he would never tell Naruto whom he caught in the act of voyeurism. The blond, on the other hand, was even more attached to Sasuke than usual. However, Naruto’s outwardly innocent grins and friendly jabs did not manage to corrode away the darkness that was once again shrouding Sasuke’s heart.

Aside from that, Naruto was appearing a lot more tired than normal. His slow reactions made Sasuke wonder how long he and Itachi continued after Sasuke had left. At that thought, his hands unconsciously went to form the seal for Chidori. Naruto just stared at him in disbelief. When he finally made a move to summon Rasengan, it had taken Naruto about a minute to collect the amount of chakra needed. Sasuke growled. He didn’t know sex with one’s best friend’s mortal enemy could drain a person of his chakra as well.

After training ended, Sasuke ignored Sakura’s usual plead for a date and Kakashi’s worried glance. Most of all, he ignored Naruto’s hurt gaze after his retreating back.

That night, he returned to Naruto’s apartment and found the door unlocked once again. Sasuke heard the soft moans from within the bedroom and laughed bitterly in his own head. He didn’t know why he was here after he was already discovered. It was almost as if there was a masochistic tendency inside of him, drove him to see the torture of a lifetime. Then there was also a wistful thought in his head telling him that it wouldn’t be too hard to imagine himself in Itachi’s place, to picture his own body sheathed within Naruto’s, that it was him who made Naruto cry out with irrational need.

“Why were you so mean to me today?” Sasuke heard Naruto say before he saw them. “And after yesterday I thought we could finally be normal with each other.”

“Why are you speaking?” Itachi asked with a hint of anger. “Looks like you’re not trying hard enough.”

Sasuke saw them at last in a different position than the previous night. Itachi was half-leaning against the head of the bed with his legs spread apart. Naruto had straddled his thighs around Itachi’s hips and was currently impaling himself upon Itachi’s upright member.

Calloused fingers gripped the shirt that Itachi still had on, and Naruto sheathed himself again and again upon Itachi’s erection. His slick thighs were stretched taut from lifting his muscular body, but Naruto didn’t seem to pay any attention to the tension with his back arched. Itachi merely sat there, looking almost bored while Naruto cried again and again with pleasure.

However, a few second after Sasuke began to watch, the boredom on Itachi’s expression changed into one of roguish intent. He practically shoved Naruto off his lap and turned the blond on his stomach, thus trapping Naruto’s leaking erection against the overworked mattress.

“Scream for me,” Itachi breathed into Naruto’s ear, his tongue swept a wet trail over the cartilage. Then swiftly, Itachi maneuvered his body downward and lifted Naruto’s behind.

With both hands, Itachi reached up and parted Naruto’s cheeks to make the puckered hole more prominent for viewing, then without preamble, Itachi placed his mouth over it and thrust in his tongue.

Below him, Naruto screamed hoarsely and his legs almost gave out.

“Not yet,” Itachi teased and ran his tongue over the sensitive skin repeatedly. Naruto groaned and shifted back instinctively. With one hand to keep him in place, Itachi used the other and grasped Naruto’s dark red erection.

Due to the double stimulation, Naruto’s control finally slipped away and he released with a sharp cry that sounded almost like a dream to Sasuke’s ears...

“Ahhhh, Sasuke!”

Itachi’s expression turned dark almost immediately and he withdrew from any skin contact with Naruto and began to dress. Naruto himself then lifted a limp arm in an attempt to get him back into bed.

“I’m sorry, I know I wasn’t supposed to say your name. But stay with me like you did last night, please? You can stay the whole night if you’d like, we can just go to the training ground together tomorrow. You know I’ll never bring it up during the day,” Naruto said tiredly.

Sasuke stood frozen in his place, his genius brain was registering the situation too slowly for his liking. It was when a shuriken was planted into the doorframe next to his face (courtesy of Itachi) that he refocused his attention on Naruto, only to see a very different look on the idiotic face that he so loved and treasured.

It was one of pure horror. Naruto was now sitting upright with his hands curled tightly around his bed sheets. His blue eyes had yet to notice Sasuke and were focused intently on Itachi.

“U... Uchiha Itachi!” was the odd exclamation, and it was followed by a fearful question, “What happened to Sasuke?”

Itachi, now completely dressed in his Akatsuki attire, rolled his eyes and turned his glance toward the still hidden Sasuke. As Sasuke’s eyes connected with Itachi’s, Sasuke felt his entire body freeze up, and every muscle in his limbs had ceased to work. His brother rubbed his eyes tiredly before moving on to Naruto.

“Sasuke was never here, Uzumaki Naruto. It had been me from the start.” He lifted his hand which was still covered with Naruto’s white essence and took out a phial from an inner pocket. The phial was filled to the neck with what could only be the result of their past trysts. Itachi then added the newly collected drops, and smirked a little as the bottle began to glow an angry red.

“It seems, Uzumaki Naruto, that there are other ways to collect Kyuubi’s powers within you. We needed some form of liquid from your body to cast the jutsu, and since blood is impossible to get from you while you’re still capable of fighting, and saliva and urine simply do not have enough concentration of one’s essence, sperm became the obvious choice. And since the easiest way was to get it from you willingly, a newly perfected form of genjutsu mixed with my bloodline was the preferred way of action. A wordless form of Mangekyou Sharingan to make you think I was my younger brother, and the rest is...”

Sasuke wanted his body to move, to jump out from the shadows and shield the still naked and trembling Naruto from his brother’s uncaring eyes. Naruto himself could barely restrain his anger, but even the hatred that was blatant on his face could not hide the tears that were making their way down whiskered cheeks.

“Why?” he asked brokenly. “Why not just cast the jutsu on my mind to make me think I was with Sasuke and leave me alone to the illusion? Why did you have to become involved?! Why did you have to be him?! Why did you have to touch me?!”

“Because,” Itachi said as he opened the door to show the petrified Sasuke, “I wanted him to hate me even more. I knew you’d come one day, brother, so I always left the door open for you.”

Sasuke wanted to look at Naruto, to comfort the blond in some way through eye contact. He wanted to speak to him, tell Naruto that he was not at fault, and he would avenge him just as he would avenge his clan.

But he couldn’t look elsewhere. His brother’s blood-red eyes had his attention completely. Itachi’s expression was as passive as always, but Sasuke could sense the inhuman heart beat with wicked excitement.

“I wonder, Sasuke, how much more you loathe me right now. I wonder if I were to release you, how fast a kunai would be at my throat. Look at him, Sasuke, have you ever seen skin more milky or hair so fair? Don’t you wish to know how the Kyuubi-vessel tastes like? How the crevices of his body burn with power but are still sweet with innocence? You heard him scream, haven’t you? High pitched, wanton, desperate... like sin.”

Sasuke never would have thought it possible, but upon hearing his brother’s vile speech, he found strength within himself to move. It was still difficult, though his arms and feet were definitely fighting the jutsu. He propelled himself forward, uncaring for the sheer slowness of his movements. He just wanted to reach Itachi, to wind his hands around the weasel’s pale neck. His brother stood next to Naruto’s bed, crimson eyes unafraid. It took Sasuke all of his energy to reach Itachi’s side, but a slight furrow of Itachi’s brows made sure that was as far as Sasuke could go.

“Still so weak, brother. Even after spending three years with the snake, even after you killed him, you’re still so weak.” Itachi dangled the vial in front of Sasuke’s eyes, luring him, taunting him. “A month’s time. Find me within a month, and fight me for this. The Kyuubi vessel can no longer call upon the demon’s fox’s power more than five percent, so I shall be waiting for you. Become stronger, Sasuke, and fight me.”

Sasuke felt the bind on his body being released; Itachi disappeared simultaneously.

On the bed, Naruto was still quivering; blue eyes stared at Sasuke’s face with trembling fear and disbelief. Before Sasuke could say a thing, Naruto had let loose a scream of most heartbreaking terror, a howl so horrifying that it shook Sasuke to the very core of his soul. Time and space ceased to exist as cerulean tears made their way down ghostly white cheeks. Sasuke’s arms reached forth just in time to catch Naruto in a dead faint.

***

A/N: Umm... yes... go forth toward the next chapter. >.>