Obsession

Completely Obsessed

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NejiXItachi: :o I claim, that I am, no longer a fluffy writer. At least, not as fluffy as I was. I have changed and twisted the way I write, however I’m keeping the animals. -Shifty eyes- Those are still sexy. O.o Other than that though, your devoted writer is still kicking it into gear. So enjoy!

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1. Lust

“Neji-kun?”

A sunset-kissed man with long raven locks tied back in a ponytail, left with soft, lush bangs that brushed his fiery-crimson eyes was opening doors all around the large hotel the animals had chosen to stay in for the night. He peered in the hot springs, the place they were supposed to meet for their lesson, but the teacher’s student didn’t show. He peered just about everywhere until he fell upon the art room.

The raven opened the door, his eyes falling upon an image that made his heart flutter--that feeling that he could never explain. His student was running left to right, his winter-kissed hands running up a red piece of clay as it spun on the potter’s wheel. He was trying to make something. The man had thought he was making a pot, but every time he shifted, it was turning into many various objects. His obsessive side with his student pulled him into the room, shutting the oak door behind him.

The student heard and looked up, a blush on his face from running around so much. “Sensei!” He exclaimed, wanting to greet his master with respect. He ran over, but tripped on the marble floor. He blushed and got back up enough for a grounded bow. The raven made an amused sound before he set his small backpack down. It was holding a few treats for them after they finished their lesson. “Rise, little bird.” The brunette quickly got up, slipping a little but he did it. His lips were put in an “o”, a beautiful little “o” that made the man obsess further over this young boy.

His winter-kissed body was variously colored over with red blotches. He was nude, only left with his bandages on his right arm and leg. The man named Itachi chuckled a little, his fiery-crimson eyes falling half-shut at his little bird. “Nn--” He purred a little before snapping out of his obsessive side. “Why are you naked, Neji-kun?” The boy tilted his head. “I didn’t want to get my clothes dirty. Should I have not taken them off?”

The Uchiha stared at him, feeling his heart make more fluttery motions in his chest. “You didn’t have to take them off. Are there not aprons in this room?” He looked around a little. There were large, square-like wooden things on top of a heavy block of metal with lockers impaled within it. The potter’s wheel was stopped, a large piece of clay leaning to one side. There were a box of aprons on the back counter, and it appeared the Hyuuga didn’t see them, or he merely didn’t know. He was very intelligent in logical matters, but since he never wandered out of the forest, he knew little about the world beyond.

“Aprons?” He looked around curiously. The raven’s heart fluttered more. His obsession for this beautiful little bird was starting to swallow him again. It brought on urges--many urges to do things to his student. Even though they had done these “things”, he felt the urge come so soon. It was near impossible to hold them in. He was going to teach his student about hot springs and how they could arouse, but since they were here, and it wasn’t likely that anybody would come since they liked to relax at this time rather than do some sort of active work, he felt this lesson would be better still.

He purred softly, his fiery-crimson eyes half-lidded behind thick raven bangs. “You didn’t show up at the springs, little bird.” The brunette blushed softly and bowed half of his body. “I was making something for you, sensei!” He stood back up, a small smile on his face as his eyes were shut. “You’ve been teaching me so many things--I thought I should give you something for them.” The man blushed a little, feeling so honored. “But Neji-kun--I like teaching you these things.”

Thinking about it made Itachi’s obsessive side want to come out. He remembered how this little bird wanted to be his student, to be taught what was beyond his four walls as he knew it so. But he taught him things that were forbidden to masters and students. He taught him how their lips fit together, how their callused hands from constant battles of survival were brushed upon each other’s faces while kissing, how their bodies moved while they were “training.” So many things he taught this young boy--so many things that had made the man feel forbidden desires--feel things he shouldn’t have, that made him want to do so much more--

He snapped out of himself when the bird raised his hand. “Sensei?” He asked quizzically. “Yes, little bird?” He put his hand down. “I need help.” He whispered, feeling a bit ashamed of himself that he couldn’t make his gift for his sensei--this man that he had felt things he never felt until he had found the raven. His heart beat fast when their lips fitted together, and his body shivered and ached--ached for more when his teacher touched him in places he didn’t know that teachers shouldn’t be touching on their students.

“You ran away from your main lesson, little bird.” His voice dropped a little, feeling his urges rise as he spoke. “I’m going to have to punish you--” He whispered huskily before he turned and tugged at his shirt, a small blush on his features. “What is it that you need help on?” The brunette sat down, waiting for his master. “I don’t know how to make anything out of that clay--” He blushed a little, his tail feathers perking up. Seeing as his student was naked, the weasel took this chance as a time where they could bond--bond closely before their lesson began.

He removed his white shirt and threw it somewhere where he could care less for it. He removed his black pants and slipped his shoes off, tossing them aside. He slid his boxers off and had also tossed them before turning around, letting out a sigh of content, his blush still there as he realized he was stark naked in front of his student. Even though he had done this so many times, he felt so much less compared to the young boy. He was also content that he was out of his clothing. He didn’t have need for them as an animal and didn’t wear them, but since humans would flock around at the sight of a naked animalistic being, it was wiser to wear them, no matter how annoying they were.

“Follow me, little bird.” The raven put his finger under the brunette’s chin, making him get back up and follow his alluring sensei. He wandered over to the metal potter’s wheel. Neji started to wander around it, turning it back on and getting ready to mold it. Itachi chuckled lightly, captivated by his student’s amazing curiosity. He sat down on the circular seat. “Come, Neji-kun.” He wandered over. “Yes, sensei?” He blinked curious. “I have to work on the clay--” The raven motioned him to sit in front of him, his legs spread open enough for them both to fit perfectly.

“That’s why you sit here. You don’t have to run around to make the clay into something, you just sit and move your fingers.” The brunette sat down eagerly and took the clay in his hands, blushing; embarrassed because he hadn’t know that. The man purred and brushed over the boy’s fingers, both having the clay as the potter’s wheel turned. “Are you ready for your lesson, little bird?” He whispered, the fact that he was pressed against his obsession making his urges increase.

“Yes, sensei!” He said, excited and remaining innocent to the raven’s obsessive side. He started to move his fingers into the Hyuuga’s. “Listen, Neji-kun. When it comes to something like this, you can’t simply make it. You have to be able to confide an emotion into what you’re making. That is what art is. An expression of your emotions.” The brunette blushed a little, listening to what his God was telling him, and feeling his callused fingers move into his own, making him start to feel those amazing things that had him aching for so much more.

“What were you feeling when you tried to make this?” Neji blushed again, but not out of feeling Itachi’s hands move against his in such a husky way. “I--don’t know. I was only trying to make something beautiful.” The weasel felt his manhood start to erect against the bird’s spine. His obsession was winning him over in a slow desire. “If you were trying to make it beautiful, then you were probably feeling determination. Were you feeling that?” The fourteen year old blushed a little more, his lips back in an “o” position.

“I don’t know--All I was thinking about was you, sensei.” It made the eighteen year old blush as well, feeling pride and feeling that fluttered motion he could not define. “And you were still feeling something. What did--you feel when you thought about me?” He blushed a bit darker. “I felt my heart flutter--I felt excited--happy that I could make you something, sensei. What does it mean when I feel my heart flutter?” Fiery-crimson eyes softened. He knew he couldn’t answer his curious little bird’s question, for he didn’t know what he was feeling either.

“I don’t know, Neji-kun.” He sadly whispered. The brunette chirped, stopping the weasel’s words. “Don’t be sorry, Itachi-sensei! What you teach me now and what we do in our lessons is enough for me!” He exclaimed, his fingers starting to get into the raven’s rhythm. His hues fell half-lidded against his thick tresses. His obsession had almost won. The little bird was so young--so responsive. It was absolutely wrong, absolutely forbidden for him to feel like this. For him to have taken this young boy’s innocence, for his heart to flutter when he saw him. And yet, he could not stop himself. He wanted more, he craved it. He loved seeing his student respond when he was “training” him.

And there were so many other things he loved. He loved seeing his exclamations, his brilliant smiles, his large, curious silver eyes flicker at the world around them--The Uchiha was dangerously close to falling prey to his obsessed side. He was no longer able to teach the Hyuuga what he wanted, but had felt the need to go into training. He was about to purr his name into that well rounded winter-kissed ear, but he felt a cold splash on his right thigh. Fiery-crimson hues flickered down at the blotch of red clay on his sunset-kissed skin. “I’m sorry!” He exclaimed, trying to wipe it off but making it worse. “I got you dirty, sensei--”

The raven snapped. The way the curious, young brunette tried to rub at his thigh in order to get the earth off was simply so innocent--His obsessive side possessed his mind as he traced his finger up the winter-kissed arm. “Nn--naughty little bird. Now I have to train you.” He shut the wheel off and traced his finger up Neji’s chin. “Come, little bird. It’s time for your training.” He got up, enticed by his sensei’s command and walked over to the counter, silver hues blinking in curiosity. “Support yourself, Neji-kun.” The boy did as told. He put his arms on the wooden table, hands gripping the edge.

He blinked, looking around but his curiosity was cut short as Itachi leaned down on him and breathed into his ear. “To express your emotion is art. Art does not have to just be with an object.” His callused sunset-kissed hands that were darkened with the red earth gripped the brunette’s hips, his palms resting on his ass. “When you express an emotion, your art shall reflect upon it. When I train you, I’m expressing emotion and creating a unique form of art. When we’re done, tell me what you think it is that you’ve learned--what this lesson means.”

“Y-yes Sensei.” He couldn’t help but stutter on his words. The raven’s husky whisper of his wise words had him fully erect. His lush pink tongue licked the shell of a winter-kissed ear. “What emotion am I pouring into you?” He whispered, rubbing the wet earth on his erect cock. There was no lube around, and he had to take advantage of the clay while it was still wet. It would take a long while to dry, and it would be able to wash out. He pushed himself into his student, earning an elicit moan.

It continued to make his obsessive side come out further and further. “Ahh!” He heard a throaty moan from the Hyuuga. “Do you like it?” The Uchiha teasingly whispered. “Yes--” He blushed, his brunette locks brushing around him. “How does it feel?” He often asked that, liking the response he always earned. “I-it feels good--” The brunette felt each thrust run up into his throat, making his neck arch and his blush darken. “Sh-should I feel like this, S-sensei?” Fiery-crimson eyes half-lidded once more as he felt his heart flutter and his body continue to thrust softly.

“Yes, little bird.” He continued to move, his eyes fluttering entirely shut as they completely lost themselves into this art they were making. Weaving, with their hands. Something nobody else--nothing else, could create what they made. This forbidden bond between master and student, this twisted, sweet, dark bond they formed, that neither of them realized what the full extend of their feelings were. They did not understand why their hearts fluttered when they smiled, or why their bodies ached for more when they trained. They were simply so lost.

Lost enough as the brunette’s essence spilled on the lockers and on the floor. “Ita--Itachi-sensei--” He blushed, feeling like nothing as his knees wanted to give under him. He let his teacher cum inside, releasing all that was him. “Neji-kun--” He breathed, his chest rising and falling as his fiery-crimson eyes flickered open enough to stare at his obsession. He pulled himself out, their clay-blotched bodies melding as if they couldn’t pull away. The raven still kept his grip on the brunette’s hips, palms still resting on his ass.

“What did you learn, little bird?” He breathed softly, hues still half-lidded to his obsession--making his heart flutter as the brunette blushed, his tail feathers ruffling. “I learned that art is emotion--” He kept his blush, not sure as what he was going to say next. “That when you put emotion into something, it is art.” The Uchiha snapped a little to his logical senses, remembering what he asked earlier while they lost themselves in a subliminal training session. “What emotion did you feel when we molded the clay?”

Silver hues flickered around curiously. “It felt good--” The raven brushed his finger up his chin. “How did it feel good? What kind of good did you feel when I molded it with you? When I trained you?” He kept blushing, closing his eyes and letting his fluttery heart speak for him. “I felt--hard.” He didn’t know any other way to say it. The man merely chuckled a little and licked his ear. “What you felt was lust, little bird. An emotion that drives your body these exciting sensations--”

Thinking about it drove the raven into these sensations once more, but he had to put it off. “You did well. Your sensei is proud.” He started to get up, finger still tracing. “Come, Neji-kun.” The young boy stumbled up and followed his God. He turned, sunset-kissed lips parted as he leaned in closer. He breathed on his student, before he kissed those winter-kissed lips he was so obsessed with. The raven’s callused thumbs brushed over the young boy’s cheeks as he blushed and kissed back, letting himself bet taken over by his teacher before he pulled away.

“What do we get to do next, sensei?” He had his hand extended excitedly. Itachi’s heart fluttered madly. “You learned well--we’ll go get a treat, and then come back and finish the clay before it dries. Do you like?” Silver eyes sparkled. “Yes!” He jumped up and started running to the door. He tripped again, blushing as he stared at the ground before getting back up and running once more. The raven felt his heart flutter so hard it could have grown wings and flew out of his ribcage.

“I’m completely obsessed with you, little bird--”

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NejiXItachi: x3 How was that? You like? Because I found that orgasmic o.O. -shot- Hey! I -shot- x.x. I still do hope you’ve enjoyed, because I would like feedback on my new style. I love you reviewers non-sexually, so enjoy and Ja Ne!