Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Bound genius ❯ Freedom ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Looking over at the man from where he lay, he had to wonder, for whatever timeth he had, how he'd gotten here. Why him, and why alive. Why Itachi? Intelligence didn't cover it, not with Itachi. There had to be more reason. Would he ever know though.

Probably not.

And that did bug him, knowing he'd never be in the know about what he most desperately wanted to know about his own predicament.

Well, that and also how in the hell he'd managed to roll over in the older male's arms. It didn't look like Itachi was awake, and he'd been sitting here just watching him for a while now. It just seemed weird that he'd be able to breath and not wake him up.

His reasoning for Itachi still being asleep was that he was even more relaxed then before he'd fallen asleep, if only minutely. He wondered how the Uchiha could perform when he was always so tense.

The image of him forcing a young innocent girl to give him massages at kunai point entered into his mind. This made his stomach tighten in a short jerk of laughter and a small snort. He was still trying to not wake the presumably asleep teen, but the imagery was really good for a laugh.

God was he getting too comfortable around the dark…light…whatever eyed psycho. Dark haired. There, that worked.

He felt tensing from the muscled steel around his body, and the inch or so of hard won space was lost in one flex of the powerful shinobi's arms. He suddenly went from safe in the arms of a sleeping killer, to not so safe against the chest of a now very awake killer.

Oh joy. Hopefully Itachi wasn't the kind to get pissy in the morning. Maybe his monotonous attitude carried over to being rudely awakened, and Shikamaru wouldn't get in any trouble for laughing at him.

In the low lighting, the dark lines under the Uchiha's eyes looked different, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Forced to stare from the few inches his slanted neck could give wasn't helping.

“You're awake.” Wow, was Itachi rubbing off on him? He usually didn't say much, but it did normaly carry the feel of lazyness and smartass in it. That last sentence was so plain, it was sad, no drawl of lazy or air of smartass anywhere in it.

Ah-ha. He knew what it was now, since the eyes pooled to red, which up close was really pretty. It was mesmerizing to watch each line of the eye begin to brighten, going from black to grey, to brownish, to red in seconds. It bloomed almost, except it went from outside in, until it hit the pupil and they did a vanishing act to reappear as three separate beings.

“It looks like you cried blood, long ago.” That was too many words in the morning. Far too many. Once again not lazy or smartass, even if it was true. The dark marks went from the tear ducts, or so it seemed, and the shadows made it seem like it wasn't part of his skin, like dried old blood that turns black. The sharingan made it look even more realistic.

He got a raised eyebrow in response. Well, it was an answer, sort of. Acknowledgment? Sure, until he got out of the gaze of the Uchiha and could think clearly.

“I must leave.” Shikamaru's eyebrows furrowed. How did Itachi know he had to go? Did he get up when Shikamaru was asleep, or sometime in-between sexual activities one and two?

Itachi allowed his near trade-mark tiny smirk. The one that slightly narrowed his eyes, and made him seem just a bit more feral. That's when the marks made the Nara think cheetah, instead of blood. Cat, dangerous, and deadly. Contained, ready to use violence.

The lips on his own were soft. Shikamaru had been to busy recording the way Itachi seemed to change from poetic angst, to erotic grace to notice said male leaning in. He watched as the eyes bled, within a slow blink, back to black. Black to red looked better, like reanimating something, giving life. Red to black made him think of death, like warm live blood spilling and drying to black. Like the supposed tears.

He was starting to wonder if he was going insane, or if he was developing ADD. If he was going crazy, why was he going to be one of those dark crazies that see doomsday coming? Why couldn't he just be a silent, drooling crazy, or a fun, forgetful one? Maybe his mood was from being in contact with Itachi. Maybe Itachi's dark aura seeped into his head through the constant skin-to-skin?

Okay, he was slightly insane, and probably to bored to stave off random influxes of ADD. That last thought was just the harbinger to his impeding loss of coherent thought processes. There, that sounded smarter then mad aura conspiracies. Now to keep it up.

“Where are you going?” Oh yes, and maybe next time he'd use less big words for the kiddies to understand. Was his famous intelligence leaving him in some subconscious attempt to get thrown away from this seemingly bondage addicted male? Now that sounded like something he'd do, but he didn't know you could make yourself dumb, even in your head. Maybe he could teach Naruto how to make himself smarter?

“Mission.” Maybe, on the way, Itachi will start speaking longer sentences. Right.

“So you're letting me go with one sweet kiss and farewell, never to see each other again, but with the memory forever in our hearts?”

“I'm leaving you with Deidara.” Damn. It was worth a try, he supposed, not that he'd expected a touching yes and freedom.

“So who's Deidara?” He asked after letting the silence sit for a few minutes. He'd learned to give Itachi two or three minutes to make noise, before you had to make your own. The longest it had taken was one minute and forty three seconds before, and yes he'd counted. There was nothing else to do in these conversations. If they could actually be called conversations….

“Apparently not important.” Shikamaru said after a longer while. He was starting to feel hot under the blanket, his body creating heat, and absorbing Itachi's. He could feel the dewy beginnings of sweat on his back, and Itachi probably could with his fingers resting on Shikamaru's back. Great.

“One parting thing.” Shikamaru tilted his head a bit. A parting gift? What, was he being courted in captivity? Sounded like some weird title for a book to him. Courted in captivity. Yeah, like a romance novel.

“Wha-” He was cut off by the flicking of the sharingan. Damn his new found ADD for distracting him again!

This time the sharingan wasn't slowish like the other two times; it was like it is in battle. So fast it seems like all the little separate lines of the eyes color changed at once, and that the pupils just changed flat out.

Then he felt like he wasn't in his body anymore. Everything was different, dark things light and light things dark. His first thought was what color grey turned, and if orange was considered light or dark here, but that was quickly dismissed.

He saw something that both sickened and excited him.

First, himself naked. Normally fine, but for some reason the contrasting color scheme threw his eyes for a loop and upset his stomach.

Second, he was not the only one naked. Itachi was to. And they were back at the bedroom, where he'd been cuffed. This is the part that exited him.

He wasn't chained up. He was free to move around. Suddenly as his other self, shadow Shika as he so dubbed him, threw his head back Shikamaru found he was moaning, head thrown back. He wasn't watching, he was doing. He blinked, and felt the hot fingers over his wrist, moving his hand.

He was free. Free to touch back. Free to move. His wrists weren't held in place by biting hand cuffs, or snug leather. No metal holding him back from the silky expanse of body before him.

He allowed his hand to be dragged over the smooth chest, only changing to accommodate the soft definition of muscle. It was nowhere near too much, nor was it hovering scrawny. Perfect and it was his for the tasting, like a new candy splayed before him of his favorite flavor.

Just right, just his tastes. When he'd had tastes for men, who knew, but Itachi's physique matched it. Or had Itachi's body designed it?

His mouth found a creamy throat, and as he'd had done but never done back he began to lick and suck. He wasn't comfortable enough to add teeth just yet, but it would do. Itachi didn't seem to mind, and besides, Shikamaru liked the taste of his skin on his tongue. He moved his face up, eyes closed, kissing. He stayed right below an ear, taking a deep breath. The smell of him was good to.

Itachi's hair was soft against his closed eyelids, and he moved to bury his nose in it. Again, delicious. At a prompting from somewhere, he moved back, kissing along a lax body. For once the muscles weren't tense, waiting. They were loose, relaxed as only children and people among other trusted people could get.

Even this relaxation was gorgeous, his front tantalizing even in such a non-provocative way. He couldn't help it; everything about him was just right, and perfect. He found himself licking over that beautiful front, kissing across nipples that seemed to quiver under his chapped touch.

He felt a smooth hand over his bound hair. His mouth stilled, pressed against soft, sensitive skin at the Uchiha's lower stomach, his hot breath spilling over what little hair had crept up that far. His eyes rolled up, seeing the red eyes, the one color not changed yet. He had a flash of memory, of knowing this wasn't real, not physically, before his lips parted and he tasted the tender skin beneath his mouth.

He suddenly just didin't care, moving on lower, enjoying the false pleasures his mind told him he was feeling.

When he came to his goal, much lower, he found that it wasn't so hard to go all the way down. He felt his throat just relaxing, taking it in; delighting in the flavor of Itachi's salty seed. At another light touch on the top of his head, he looked up, feeling not even a strain from the full length down his throat.

Eagerly, he drew up, moving up the all to delicious body and kissing the lips that were so much softer then his. They kissed back, and he enjoyed a somewhat battle of tongues. It seemed more like Itachi was just letting him get used to another tongue in his mouth.

While playing with Itachi's tongue, he felt the fingers in his entrance, and gasped in pleasure. Arching, he made low noises in the back of his throat, eagerly moving with the rhythm they made.

His hands found themselves caressing at the Uchiha's ribs, sliding over a strong back, gently feeling along every line of muscle that felt good to his fingertips. Itachi made as much noise as Shikamaru ever heard from him, though it still wasn't all that much.It was just enough that Shikamaru didn't get discouraged, which is probably what it was meant to do.

Either way, he kept letting his palm skip over the alluring skin, moving his hips to the movement of the fingers. He spread his legs, straddling the elder male's legs, leaning down so that he was even more exposed to the fingers. His mouth latched onto a tightened nipple, small noises escaping him as the skilled man dug his finger into his sweet spot.

His eyes closed, wriggling his lower half in the air. He let go when his mouth started to nip at the pert bud by accident, the sensations from his entrance causing him to make even more sounds.

Instead he moved his mouth over, kissing fervently with a burning and pleasured face. Itachi watched with his red eyes, two fingers now attacking the teens entrance savagly. It only made the younger male's spine bow, rubbing his chest into his paler stomach. His other hand traveled back from the top of Shikamaru's head, undoing the tie there and letting the long hair spill out to frame the delectably flushed face.

Shikamaru looked up again, opening his eyes to see the still guarded sharingan, still seemingly unemotional after all the before actions. He felt just a small roll of fear down his spine. He knew that at any moment Itachi could pull out a kunai and slice his throat, even in the middle of all this. It was just a matter of time untill he would glance up, just like this, and something other then flesh would skewer his body.

He blinked, and Itachi's hand was on his chin, bringing him up for a kiss, washing his fears away with sharingan and pleasure. By now he was nearly ready, three fingers pushing the ring of muscle farther apart.

Shikamaru had to push himself forward to reach the taller boy's mouth, making his fingers thrust in at a different angle. The light kiss was forced to be more by Itachi's other hand gripping his loose hair, pushing his tongue forward.

When the kiss ended, Shikamaru felt both hands on his hips, directing them down. He spread his legs, lowering himself, feeling Itachi slowly ease in. He found that in this position, he was the one directing speed, as long as Itachi stayed still. Which, strangly, he did.

At a gasp, fully filled by the other, he leant forward, supporting himself up with his hands on the sides of Itachi's stomach. He opened his eyelids to slits, panting, feeling his hair slide over his shoulder as his shoulders and chest rose with his breaths. It was up to him to move this time around. Oh boy.

He felt the hands on his hips, open and relaxed, not offering any help as he slowly moved around, trying to figure out which way your hips moved with this, and how to get his legs the right way.

Itachi had a faint smirk on his face, so close to a smile it would have startled Shikamaru if he'd given it more of a look.

Eventually he had it down as close to right as he could with no help. He began to move his body, legs tightening around Itachi's, hips rolling and pushing down on Itachi. When he felt like he'd gotten the hang of it, even feeling that beginning spark of pleasure in his guts getting stroked into a fuller flame, he looked up. He was satisfied to see that Itachi's red eyes had closed, for the moment.

So he did feel pleasure when they did this sort of thing. Nice to know.

He felt a responding movement, and suddenly he felt even more filled, even more pleasure. His sloppy movements were drowned out by Itachi pushing back into him, meeting his somewhat awkward pistoning with much surer strokes.

Shikamaru was soon forced to throw his head back and moan, feeling the churning inside get closer to the surface with every thrust back from the Uchiha.

He felt the hands, which he'd forgotten about, grip him harder, stopping him from moving down. The legs in-between his own flexed, and he was being pushed onto his back. Before his spine could reach the mattress, Itachi gripped him again, lifting up one leg, and with hardly breaking the penetration moved him so he was kneeling in front of him, back to his chest.

He found under his knees and palms not the mattress, but grass. He opened his eyes, and the grey world wasn't Itachi's bedroom, but a scene he was very familure with. His favorite cloud watching hill, and they were at the top of it.

He felt Itachi push into him again, this time using his hands on the Nara boys hips to keep him steady. When he was in, he began to move with more vigor, holding him up with one hand while the other reached around his waist to begin to stroke at Shikamaru's ignored length.

"Ah! H-here? Wh-why here?" Shikamaru managed, panting harder, fingers gouging the ground underneath them. He felt dirt get under his nails, and knew it would be a bitch to get the substance out later.

"To show you." A blunt reply was all Shikamaru recieved verbally as Itachi thrust harder. Shikamaru shook his head, moaning louder. At this point, he couldn't think deep enough to be annoyed at the layered and vague answer. He could only feel the brimming climax, his pleasured senses, and the near in synch movement of both of their bodies against each other.

When he did come, it was harder then before, the new angle hitting home better then ever, and the bipolar world intensifying the feel of it. He felt Itachi come seconds later, pulling out after words and leaving him to bask in the after glow.

Before he blinked, and he was back in the room. His head spun, and he felt nearly sick from the mental leaps, closing his eyes to regain himself. He was even still safe in Itachi's arms, chest to chest and dry but for the sweat.

"Oh god my head..." He complained, moving to bury his face into the darkness provided by Itachi's neck. The soft vibration of Itachi's voice didn't worsen it, but it didn't help.

"You're still conscious. I only held you for an hour." Shikamaru's head was feeling better, but he still felt a little sick, and very drained. What was it that Itachi had done? He knew it was an illusion, but it felt so real...

"An hour right...An hour of what?" He asked tiredly. Hadn't he just woken up to? He had the urge to check his nails for dirt. It had felt solid, like no other genjutsu ever performed on him.

"It is the power of the sharingan. I control all elements of that realm, how fast or slow time is, the mass of things. I could have kept you longer, as I did Sasuke." Shikamaru felt a shudder. That jutsu. The one that put Kakashi into a hospital bed. He had an urge to grip the warm body against him, a childish urge to fight off the bad things. Especially childish since the bad things mostly came from said warm body.

"Why go to Konoha for....The last bit?" He asked, feeling a small bit of blood crawling slugishly to his cheeks in a mild blush. He was either to tired to care, or to tired to blush harder.

"To show you." Shikamaru found then that he did have the energy to scowl into Itachi's warm neck, and enough to resist yet another childishn urge. This one had been to bite the older man.

"Show me what?" He asked, a little of his confused irritation showing through. Itachi shifted slightly, moving one arm higher up Shikamaru's back for more comfort, feeling him tense under his palm.

"Show how much I know about you." He answered. He could practically feel Shikamaru's brows knit together, or try to. "And what it's like to be free."

"Why do you know about me? And if you could get into Konoha and learn about me, why not catch Naruto? And that wasn't the kind of freedom I want, despite how much I might have enjoyed it." He asked, blushing at the last. He felt the smallest of sighs from the Uchiha. If he hadn't been pressed against him, he would have missed it.

What do you know, close contact does reveal human characteristics in people.

"I've been watching. I've been waiting. It was a mission. Naruto wasn't." Shikamaru tried to draw back, but Itachi's arms were like loops of metal. Instead he gave up, knowing that with him, the Uchiha usually got what he wanted anyway.

"I was your mission? Learning about me? What kind of a mission is that? What could Akatsuki want with me? I haven't, and don't plan to, abandon Konoha." Shikamaru gritted out. It felt strange saying that into Uchiha Itachi's collar bone, pressed flush against a body he could even now taste along his memories.

"A reconnaissance mission. You wont betray Konoha, but you will work with us." itachi explained shortly. Shikamaru felt his eyes widen, mind whirring.

"Work with, not for?" He asked suspiciously. What exactly where they asking? Was there another reason as to why he'd been kept alive?

"Until we can find a suitable partner for you, with, Shikamaru-kun." He felt his face go pale. So, he was being pressganged into the Akatsuki.

What. The. Hell.

Didn't you have to be an exceptionally superb Shinobi to be considered for the job? It seemed like only unbelievably strong ninja were ever in it. It confused the hell out of him.

"Then I am being forced to betray Konoha. And what do I have that you could want? You're as smart or smarter then me, and I'm not a great fighter obviously since I can't even get away from a hug." He said, moving a bit in the Uchiha's arms.

He felt a small chuckle, and froze. A sign of amusment that blatant? A sound of emotion! Was Itachi a real human after all?

"Konoha has killed at least three Akatsuki members at last count, two of them by you." Shikamaru thought back. Hidan, yes, but Kakuza was Kakashi and Naruto. "Whether indirectly or not." Okay, so he'd helped take out one of the five hearts. He might be seeing where Akatsuki, Itachi, was going with this....

"So what happens when you guys have to attack Konoha? You know I'll betray you." Shikamaru said, feeling a lump form in his throat.

"Your partner will stay behind and watch over you." Itachi let him go, pushing him away enough to lay a kiss on his lips before standing and walking to his one dresser. Shikamaru's confused eyes only grew more so. Itachi talked about such a series thing, then just kisses him and walks off.

Was it all just to get his trust, a way for Itachi to get his own pleasure, or something else entirely?

"Me....In the Akatsuki...?"