Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Blood Bond ❯ Chapter 4

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Blood Bond.

 

…Chapter4...

 

Heat.

Sweat.

Steam.

Kiss.

Desire.

Need.

 

Itachi stared blankly at the fire, ignoring Kisame, he'd long since licked away the blood on his lips and chin, his fangs retracted. The kyuubi's blood had been a nice little snack, taking the edge off his hunger but just like everyone else, never sating it completely. The pain on Kakashi's face had torn his frozen soul, cut out his unfeeling heart and burned a memory in Itachi's mind. He'd deliberately feed on the kyuubi to punish his brother for interfering with him and his creator, his tormentor.

He knew that the two were more than friends, than team mates.

He'd seen his brothers' jealousy, his possession of the blond haired boy.

Smelt his baby brothers' scent all over the pail haired boy.

And Kisame had told him he'd seen the two of them in a lip lock so hot it could have started a forest fire. His words to this point had been crude and Itachi's mind refused to repeat them.

And now the shark headed meat shield was nagging him about what happened in the clearing. Briefly wondering if Kakashi was having an even worse problem with the brats, lord knew Sasuke could get information out of a stone if he wanted to. The boy nagged, whined, threatened and shot murderous looks at any one who refused to give him information.

Knowledge is power.

“Kisame,” he said not looking away from the flickering flame.

“Yeah?” shark shit asked, excitement in his voice, as he expected his questions answered.

So not happening.

“Shut up,” Itachi snapped shifting his obsidian eyes to the older man.

“Shutting up,” the man replied as his blue skin blanched.

 

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Walking into his room, ready to sleep, exhausted in a way he hadn't been in years, Kakashi froze at the sight of Itachi, curled up on his bed, obviously waiting for him; just like he used to, all those years ago. He'd sneak out around 12, bringing his clothes for the next day and they'd spend the night together.

Long hot nights of blazing passion.

Looking at the raven haired killer who as watching him with large obsidian before reaching out with one slender, ivory hand his expression haunting.

So needful.

Pleading.

Shaking his head Kakashi took a step back before he caught himself. Dropping his hand Itachi let his eyelids close, to hide his expression…his hurt. When he reopened them he found a look of need, pain and guilt on the older mans face.

“I promise not to feed,” he whispered staring up at the older man.

“I'll be good, I wont bite…just…please be with me…please,” he begged swallowing through the dryness of his mouth, his need, hunger burning his throat.

Indecision played with Kakashi's face as the boy held out his hand, his obsidian eyes begging.

“I know I'm a murderer…a monster,” the boy said when Kakashi moved toward him.

“I just…I want to feel, something, anything other than hunger, the desire for the kill. You always made me feel…so much,” the boy whispered as he watched the emotions run across the older mans face.

Sighing his defeat, tears burning his eyes he whispered “Sorry, I came,” before jumping out the window, leaving the emotionally wary jonin behind.

Only Kakashi could hurt him like this.

The man could make him burn with desire. See red with rage and sob like a child with pain. Only Kakashi could get through his natural indifference to make him show his emotions.

By the time he got back to Kisame, his bloody tears had run rivers down his face as he choked on his sobs.

Being rejected hurt…especially by the one you loved.

 

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Kakashi stared out at the night sky turning grey with dawn; he'd gotten no sleep, his mind frozen on the image, the burning memory of Itachi's pain filled face.

He wanted to crawl into a whole and die.

He wanted to find Itachi and take all that pain away.

He wanted to go back in time and change so much.

But he couldn't go back.

He couldn't hide and he'd let Itachi run off crying his pain.

 

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Looking around the clearing, were only two nights ago Naruto had come so close to death at the hands of his love. Oh, life was so unfair.

A rustle to the right caught his attention and to his shock and joy Itachi stepped out, his eyes the red of Sharingan. Those crimson eyes were hard…cold…so different to the obsidian gaze that had begged him for a scrap of affection. He'd lost the Akasuki cloak, revealing his muscular chest under the fishnet shirt and tight leather pants.

“Itachi,” he whispered using all his restraint to keep from pulling the young monster into his arms, sheltering him close to his heart.

“Kakashi,” Itachi replied his voice cold, calm…distant.

“Itachi I'm sorry,” he breathed as he stared down at the boy with his exposed eye.

“Hn, we're all sorry for something,” the ivory man said coolly.

“Yeah? And what are you sorry for?” Kakashi asked before he could stop himself.

“More than you know,” Itachi said as his eyes bleed black, the Sharingan once again going dormant.

“You use the Sharingan less than you used to,” Kakashi said frowning. Over the last few years he'd gotten used to the red and black gaze; it had helped him distance himself from the boy.

“I've had to,” Itachi said blinking, long black lashes brushing his cheeks before he opened them again.

“I'm going blind, my vision isn't what it used to be,” Itachi explained quietly.

“It's a slow process, one I'm hoping to slow down, the less time I use the Sharingan the less damage,” he finished with a smirk.

Swallowing hard Kakashi's heart leapt in his chest as he watched Itachis' pink tongue sweep across his full bottom lip.

Unable to stop himself, he closed the distance between them, grabbing the young man and pulled him close capturing that tormenting mouth with his. Backing the boy up into a tree, he pinned the missing nins wrists above the boys head as Itachi met his desire with that burning fire; the consuming need to be with Kakashi.

Neither noticing when Sasuke entered the clearing.

At first the raven haired preteen thought Kakashi had pinned his brother and they were whispering to each other again only to realise the two older men, too wrapped up in each other to notice him were kissing.

Obsidian eyes widened as one of the two men made a rather loud wanton sound before Kakashi released Itachis' wrists, his hands sliding down Sasukes brothers arms to the younger, smaller mans back. Itachi promptly wrapped his muscular ivory arms around Kakashis' neck as the silver haired jonins hands gripped the younger ninjas rounded buttocks just as Naruto and Sakura came in behind him both freezing as they watched their sensei lift the clan killer up never breaking the kiss.

Long leather clad legs wrapped around thin hips as one of the two or perhaps both made aroused, needful sounds. A mewing groan as ivry hands clung to broad shoulders, neither pulling away as Kakashi rather harshly pushed the younger body into the rough bark of the tree behind him.

“Oh, my god,” Sakura whispered. Kakashi-sensei and Itachi-bastard were full on making out.

Her sensei was gay…

Sharing a knowing look with Naruto Sasuke rolled his eyes at Sakuras innocence; both he and Naruto had seen worse…done worse…together.

Just watching the two older men go at it aroused them, made them wishing they could go home, be alone…together…

 

To be continued…

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