Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Blood Bond ❯ Chapter 2

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Naruto, and the characters therein, are the property of Masashi Kishimoto. I am in no way affiliated with Kishimoto, or VIZ Productions.

Just a girl who likes gay guys >o< did I write that? Teehee!

 

Blood Bond.

 

…Chapter2...

 

I need.

I hunger.

I burn.

He smells so.

Sweet.

I need to feed.

 

Itachi watched as Kakashi rocked up…late, telling his brother, the kyuubi and that annoying pink hair girl who seemed to be in love with his brother, that he'd had to get a cat out of a tree, only to then stumble onto an elderly woman who'd lost her dog. Same old Kakashi, even when he'd been younger Kakashi had always been late, and after about six weeks of excuses Itachi had told the older ninja that his excuses bored Itachi and he didn't care why the man was late. Itachi had in the beginning been very annoyed but soon realised that Kakashi was always late; even to meet with the Hokage. After about two weeks Itachi had stopped caring, to happy, and in love to care if the man was late…all the time.

The kyuubi was complaining, yelling at his sensei that if he didn't start rocking up on time he'd start getting there on time he'd start coming half and hour late and see how Kakashi liked that, all the while calling the older male a hentai. So true. Looking back at Kakashi felt the call, the lure to the older males blood, his incisors lengthening as they always did when he was around the older man and not controlling his need.

Oh, he knew Kakashi would never again feed his hunger, apparently he'd been too greedy the first time. Looking away from the man, a stone weighing down his heart, no matter how black, and back at his little brother, his heir.

Sasuke would grow into a strong ninja, the only one Itachi would allow to take his life, it was his purpose, the only reason Itachi had allowed the boy to live all those years ago. His brother had grown again, his dark eye haunted, his raven hair spiky, his pail skin almost luminescent.

Feed.

The voice inside his head called as his stomach tightened with pain, cramping with his hunger. Gods, he'd feed only a few moments ago. Growling under his breath in annoyance he watched as the children ran off, they were going to play hide and seek, with Kakashi the one seeking. Well the man was going to find something, just not the children.

“Kisame,” he whispered his voice so soft Kisame had to strain to hear the Uchiha.

“Hmm,”

“Follow, the kyuubi,” the boy commanded, his red gaze on the older man who was once again reading his porn novel.

Such a dirty habit.

“Done,” Kisame whispered wondering why Itachi was watching the teacher so hard.

 

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A whisper; that was all but it brought the masked mans head up and around, his black eyes searching the darkness. He knew who was there, he knew by the way his blood rushed, pumped and called out. Itachi. Scanning his surrounding Kakashi waited, knowing the boy, 9 years his junior, would come to him in his own time. Sliding his book, Icha Icha Violence, into the special made holder on his hip, his eye making out the shadowed form of his ex-lover, his only love, his one mistake in his 26 years of living. He'd created what the boy had become, he felt the guilt of the clans' destruction, yet he still feared feeding his own monster.

“Kakashi,” the boy whispered, his voice brushing the older ninja's skin, making him shiver as he hardened.

“Itachi,” he replied blankly as if his mind weren't filled with wild, erotic images. Before his eyes the shadow came forward, his loves body becoming clear as he moved. Power clung to the boy of 17, a cold dangerous aura that was only slightly overshadowed by the aura of sex and sinful pleasure that had clung to the boy since he was no older than 11.

“How much longer?” the boy asked his red eyes taking in his masked visage.

“What?” Kakashi asked confused, drinking in the dreamlike image in front of him, bathed in moon light his raven haired lover was amazing to look at. His pail, ivory skin glowing, though he could only see his face and little of his neck, the rest of his sinful body covered by his cloud covered cloak.

“How much longer must I hunger?” Itachi whispered.

“How much longer must I crave?” he continued as he walked up to the older male.

“How much longer must I cry for what you deny me?” he whispered when he was only inches from the older man, so close they shared body heat.

“I…” Kakashi started only to find he had no words he could give the boy.

“You…you know,” Itachi stared into his eyes, the coldness of his red one seeping into Kakashi, he remembered when the boys eyes would laugh, would show him the love, the longing the boy had, they had once shed tears. Had show what the boy had felt, his sadness, his anger, his wariness, his pain, but only when Kakashi was around, only when they were alone.

“I…I'm sorry,” he whispered as an image of his lovers broken body flickered in his mind, the moment he had made his monster.

“I'm not,” Itachi whispered as Sasuke broke into the clearing charging at his brother and all Kakashi could do was watch as the boy faded like a bad memory or a lost dream.

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Sorry I know its short.

Hope you like my pairing.

Love

HS