Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Burned, Drugged and Dieing for You ❯ The Fire Starts ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: anime-luney 
Naruto agrees to Itachi's will while high. he doesn't know he did it in the morning, or that someone 'did him', or that all his friends have problems as well. Angst,BDSM,Minor,Yaoi
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 10.06.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.7K | Visits: 952 | Status: Work In Progress
Naruto agrees to Itachi's will while high. he doesn't know he did it in the morning, or that someone 'did him', or that all his friends have problems as well. Angst,BDSM,Minor,Yaoi
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 10.06.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.7K | Visits: 952 | Status: Work In Progress
Naruto walked around the streets of Konoha. He looked normal, fine, his usual self on the outside. He was anything but on the inside. On the inside he was burning for something that no one would have guessed he even knew existed, what with their insistent way of thinking him innocent. He smiled his happy charming grin that made all notice him, and move away. After all, he was the towns own personal monster, and not one to smile back at.
His insides burned with the need for a needle. That sweet cancer. And a sweet release of a kind that could be shared, and was meant to be, with another. But he had long known there was no one who would want to partake in such actions with him.
Yep. Uzumaki Naruto was a crack addict. It started with small time stuff, but he quickly built up a tolerance, and needed stronger stuff. So, he tried crack, which was the best. Now, here he was, a crack baby, crack head, crack whore slash hoe, whatever cutesy name you wanted to gloss up and throw as an insult.
He supposed he should be thanking the power of the nine tails. Due to his quick healing, no one knew anything about his drug usage. But then again, would they have really cared? Maybe Iruka or Kakashi, maybe even Sakura or Sasuke, but no one else.
Just the thought of all these truths made him want to run home madly, and shoot up on his sweet chemical nectar. He stopped, taking a deep breath, imagining the sharp point sinking into his skin, hardly a prick of blood welling around the metal tube. Thinking on it made the faint scars on his upper arm tingle.
His pace noticeably quickened. Only one person actually did acknowledge this fact, said being remaining hidden in the shadow. Sharingan eyes briefly flashed, taking stock on all surrounding chakra, before it returned to a black depth.
The person moved in the shadows, detected by none. It followed the boy, watching his every move. The fox-genin didn't sense anything, and continued on, feeling more and more agitated as he forced himself not to full out run. As much as he was sure no one cared about him, he didn't want to chance it.
He had already tried quitting and had suffered withdrawals, so severe that it actually became noticeable to un-noticing people, like Sakura. He had almost been discovered then, except that he had taken another needle up and got back into his swing of sleepless nights and conked out ones.
He finally made it to his destination, and with his hands jittering in his hyper junky adrenaline, he swung it open. He left it open, to consumed with going into his bedroom and opening his secret stash of hypodermic goodies. The person following him swiftly moved in with the shadows, gently shutting the door. He moved to a dark corner, knowing that the possessed wouldn't notice him at all.
Seeming to prove his point, Naruto walked out of his room with his illegal toys. He padded to the table and sat down; dropping his needles and the stuff he would put in them to the table, with surprisingly some care, despite how badly his hands shook with want for the serums.
The shadow dweller continued to watch, not making any sound and not moving an inch. He had known already about Naruto's drug use, and actually intended to use that to his advantage. He continued to peer at the shaking demonic junky.
Naruto quickly rolled both of his sleeves up, and put one needle in the usual spot. After all the drug went into his arm, he quickly put the other one in, using his ninja speed to do it before it kicked in on his system. He had shot crack into the veins on both of his arms and now he sat there, the high coming to him so deliciously fast.
He quickly lost all sense of self and any common sense as well. He tried standing up, but fell over. He hadn't double shot in a while, it felt so good!
“Hahaha! Did you see that one! I landed right on my ass that time!” he said, laughing hysterically. His stalker cocked an eyebrow. He walked out of the shadows, mask of no emotions on his face.
“Naruto-kun. Need some help?” Itachi asked, walking toward the out of it fox keeper. Naruto only registered one thing from this change though.
“Hey! You look just like Sasuke! Hi!” He smiled warmly up at the older boy, not even realizing that the other could kill him at a moments notice. Itachi smiled slightly behind the high collar of his cloak. He held out his hand for Naruto, who stared at it dumbly before grabbing it.
“Thanks! I don't think I could have got up without you dude!” he quickly gave his savior from the floor a hug, before letting go and slinging his arm around the other. Itachi aloud all of it, and walked Naruto to his couch, standing off a few feet to the right and not sitting.
“Hey, you can sit you know…”Naruto said, his high slowing down his words, almost slurring them. Almost. Itachi merely smirked, hidden like the small smile, and shook his head slowly no.
Naruto seemed confused by this. He cocked his head and scrunched his eyes at the Uchiha. He stared for a few minutes, before opening his mouth to speak.
“You look like Sasuke….Are you?” he said. Itachi stared back at the blonde wondering what it must be like to be so carefree and stupid when in a high.
“I am Itachi. Sasuke is my little brother.” He explained shortly. Naruto's eyes widened in drunken recognition. He had met him once before, when he had been trying to take him to see someone. Jiraiya had protected him that time.
“You're him! That one dude! You hurt Sasuke! Man, he's your lil bro dude! That's not cool!” he said. Itachi didn't move. Naruto quickly sank back into his drugged calmness, seaming to forget who was in the room with him. He twitched his hands, moving them down to his thighs. He started to rub his inner thigh, closing his eyes to the feeling that only his one hand would bring him. He cracked his eyes open, as they had closed earlier.
“I'm gunna jerk off. Dun mind do you?” he said, moving his hand to his crotch. Itachi was slightly surprised. He knew Naruto was high, but high enough to do that in front of him? Or anyone for that matter. This would make his goal of seducing him easier. He nodded that it was fine. Naruto smiled and closed his eyes.
“That's good. I dun thin' I coul' last without.” He said, some time's slurring sometimes clear. He pulled his hands back from his groin and pulled his top off, all of the layers included, doing it with a practiced skill. His fingers traced over his nipples, the nubs growing hot and perked immediately. His fingers danced down his muscles, covering soft skin with calloused fingers. After feeling himself up, he harshly dug his nails into his skin, and dragged across his stomach, leaving scorching red lines in the wake of his nails.
Itachi watched it, not blinking an eye as Naruto hurt himself. The seal appeared around his naval, and Itachi focused on it. It absorbed him in a way very few things had. He wanted to touch it, take the power it concealed, along with the one that contained it. He chose to wait till Naruto was done before he made his move.
As Itachi continued watching, Naruto looked down his chest at the seal. He dug his right hand's fingers into his skin, till blood was drawn. When he pulled his nails out, a soft red glow came to the wound and healed it, the only evidence it was there at all the thick coating of blood on his two fingers and thumb.
His bloodied hand went down to the seal, and he traced it in the blood he had drawn. He bent forward, bending his spine in a way no normal human could, using his animal chakra and influencing his body. He licked the blood of his own stomach; much like a cat or fox would lap at their fur. (Hey, Naruto has claws and fangs and even gets chakra tail and ears, why not be uber flexible to?)
He leaned back up, and simply traced the seal with the nail of his index finger, before moving his hands lower. He unzipped his pants, dropping them down to his ankles and then kicking them away. Next his boxers, which he simply pushed down to his knees, not having time to kick them off or even get them to his ankles. His hand clasped his sac, rolling them about his palm and moaning.
He gave a gentle squeeze, and rubbed them together for rapturous pleasure. His moan became a mewl. One hand was left to fondle each sac in turn, while the other went to his erect cock. His hand fisted the base, damming the flow of quicksilver pre-cum. He let go of his balls and started to pump, the other hand remaining in its place firmly. He had learned a while ago that it felt better to hold off on cumming, though it was torture as well as pleasure since he desperately wanted to cum while he pumped his rod.
He squeezed his thighs together, rubbing his eggs against each other and making the held cum swirl like a hurricane of sex fluid, wanting release. He was loosing resolve with holding his hand on his cock, feeling his finger shake and make his length vibrate. He wanted so bad to let go and cum.
He slowed his pumping to an easy stroke, going from the top of his clutching hand all the way to the tip. He paused at the tip to smear the little amount of pre-cum that had escaped, letting his thumb sink into the quivering slit slightly, wiggling like a tongue, or so he imagined.
His fisted hand slowly started to pump when the other became occupied with fondling the head, and Naruto found the swirling in his nuts and stomach going faster, like a whirlpool of release, waiting to explode out like a mud flow of seed.
He threw his head back, gasping, hands still working at his loins. It was sooo much better to jerk off when high, so he had learned. His hands kept going, until finally he couldn't keep control and he let go of his spend, letting it shoot out of his shaft and onto his clenched thighs and a little on the carpet and table.
His drowsy eyes opened and they rolled around, to delirious with afterglow to really focus on anything. He chose instead to close his eyes again, breathing deeply. Itachi still stood, having watched the entire thing without looking away in disgust or shame, as Naruto in his right mind would have thought. He stepped forward.
“Why do you do that?” he asked monotone, though to gain trust it leaned more on the friendly side than angry or hostile. Naruto slitted his eyes open, peering at the black haired ninja in front of him. He was still high.
“Do what now?” He asked, confused by what the pretty man in front of him wanted. He absently pulled his boxers up, stopping to itch his hip.
“Touch yourself. Why not simply find a partner?” Itachi asked. He stepped forward, standing directly in front of him. Naruto tilted his head back to look at his face.
“Your pretty, you know?” He said randomly. Itachi made no comment, though on the inside was growing more pleased. It seemed it would be easier and easier to take him the more this encounter went on. He smiled his soft smile again, one which could scare someone in the right state of mind shitless.
“The reason,” Naruto continued, dropping his head, feeling a slight pang of sadness, even through the haze of fuzzy warmth the dugs induced. “Is because no one else would be willing to touch me the same.” He finished, his high affecting the sadness in his voice not an inch.
Itachi decided then was the time. He slowly drew his cloak off his shoulders, revealing the pants and under shirt he wore. He stepped up to Naruto, and kneeled down in front of him. He placed one hand on Naruto's cheek.
“If I say I'll touch you that way, Naruto-kun, would you come with me?” He asked. Naruto looked at him, hope, fueled by the destructive chemicals in his blood, shined in his cerulean eyes.
“Why say it?” He whispered, leaning forward. Itachi aloud a satisfied smirk to come to his mouth. Naruto didn't know what he had gotten himself into. But, for some of it, it would be mind blowing.
“Then I'll do it. Will you come with me?” Naruto didn't blink, simply nodded. Before any thing started, a small, insignificant thought crossed his mind.
“But, aren't you a dude? How would that work if I'm straight? I mean, I like girls!” He rambled, looking at Itachi for help. Itachi complied by leaning forward and kissing Naruto on the lips, hand on his cheek moving into caressing gestures. He pulled back, Naruto's face following his like a puppy, complete with wide puppy eyes.
“It will work, Naruto-kun. You can be bi.” Naruto's puppy eyes turned into startled, normal, possessed by a nine tailed demon fox eyes. Itachi wanted the power hidden behind those blue eyes the power that took over and changed them to red. He wanted it, along with Naruto. The first time he had seen him he had wanted him, and he knew he would somehow have him.
“That's great!” Naruto said happily. Itachi took a moment to look him straight in the eye, to look behind those eyes and seemingly into his soul. After that brief pause, he leaned into the scarce inches that separated him from Naruto and kissed him once again, sweeping his tongue inside his mouth, across his pink gums.
Naruto relaxed, melting into the kiss. Itachi put his arms around him, pushing the younger's bare chest against his clothed one, creating friction against both of their nipples. Naruto moaned, the cloth against his open skin was enough to lift his length in arousal and to make him moan in rapture.
Itachi had found Naruto's sharp canine's while exploring his mouth. He traced them with the tip of his tongue, nicking the pink appendage and spilling a drop of blood down and onto Naruto's tongue. The blonde's tongue immediately twitched and spasmed, moving up from its resting place in the bed of his lower jaw to trace and fondle the miniscule cut with the tip of his own tongue, hungry for more of the tangy metallic red liquid.
Itachi maneuvered his tongue further into Naruto's mouth, Naruto's tongue flexing around his in intricate patterns, writhing like a snake. Naruto's hands came up and went under the shirt Itachi wore, running over the road of his muscles with his fingers, becoming more euphoric the more he tongued and felt of Itachi.
Itachi felt the hands and did likewise, only he simply moved his hands down from caressing Naruto's face to his chest, skimming over his neck and shoulder before landing on the still erect nipples. He skillfully thumbed them, rubbing small circles around the eraser tips, then pinching them, only to caress them again.
His hand started down to touch Naruto's erection, feeling the stickiness on the organ. He smeared the dripping white fluid around the head with an almost delicate air, barely touching, one of the most awful tortures imaginable. Yet it was also the most pleasurable.
“Please….”Naruto groaned, pushing his throbbing cock against Itachi's hand. Itachi smiled and drew his hand back. Naruto made a keening whine in the back of his throat. He pulled his tongue out of the hot caverns of Naruto's mouth.
“Will you go with me?” He asked again, lingering his nail from the base to the head of Naruto's cock. He shuddered, and mewled. His head nodded vigorously.
“I'll do anything!” he nearly sobbed, tortured tears accumulating in the corners of his eyes. Itachi finally deigned to grant Naruto his wish, and grasped his member fully. His hand pulled forward, in a long, languid stroke. The other went to his hip, and held it from rocking.
“This will feel good. Then, we'll do something else.” He explained shortly, moving down the others front till he reached his obvious goal. The quivering meat of Uzumaki Naruto, flushed and weeping before his very eyes, ready to be tasted. Which he did.
He latched his mouth around the slitted head, and his tongue lapped at the white coated opening, flexing and squirming all over the engorged flesh. Naruto twitched and writhed above him, still sitting on the couch, his legs having spread to allow better access for Itachi.
Itachi's head began to bob, taking in more of the hot blooded organ under the assault of his tongue and nipping teeth. He relaxed his throat, letting the shaft sink all the way to tickle his throat, and his lips would brush the blonde pubic hair that curled up around the most delicious body part of Naruto.
Naruto continued to moan and shudder, being taken away by ecstasy and left to twitch worse than any near overdose. He felt the usual tilt-a-hurl sensation in his gut, but it seemed somehow more…raw, intense, and better. His sac churned like water balloons filled with boiling liquid and sloshed around. He was going to explode!
Itachi felt Naruto's cock jerk, and moved his head back enough to not choke, and when the white sex fluid flooded into his mouth he swallowed every bit.
“Now, Naruto-kun, are you ready for the next level?” He asked. Naruto nodded, his feverish chemical high burned away by the shear intensity of the pre-sex, left only with the chemical signature in his blood and a natural, sexual high. He found he loved the sexual high so much more than the drug one.
“Yesssss.” He hissed, his hands clawing at Itachi's back for more, not knowing he'd be doing that in complete rapture within moments. Itachi's hand stuck one finger in the constricting entrance of his partner. Naruto squirmed more, wriggling on the intrusion in very arousing ways.
“It feels weird…”He commented, sweat trickling down his face. Itachi rose higher, briefly removing his hands from Naruto to pull his clothes off, brushing Naruto's hands off his back and across his nipple's. Then he moved Naruto to lie on his back, and placed his legs around his hips.
“This will hurt soon.” He warned, putting two fingers in this time, using gentle circles to stretch it out. He would have loved to go without all this foreplay, but he needed Naruto's trust, and a memory of hot, bloody and painful sex laced with mind numbing pleasure and eventually painless rapture may be appealing to him, but to this virgin fox boy it would be alien and strange, something to resent until he grew accustomed to it.
Which he would do quickly. Slow and gentle was good, but hot and rough was better, in his mind. He made a mental note to bring lube next time, as rubbing raw might be too much for a first timer. He mentally shrugged; he'd have to deal with it his own way.
He slowly, once again wishing he already had Naruto's total trust as he felt how tight and warm he was inside, restricting around his pulsing, heated length with a milking clutch, entered. He closed his eyes to relish it briefly, before drawing out, feeling Naruto's ring of muscle tense around him in a moist stroke of gripping hot flesh. He hissed in unbelievable pleasure, though he knew that was bad for Naruto.
“Don't tense, Naruto-kun.” He said, as normal as he could make his voice. He looked at said persons face and saw the tears spilling from the sides and down his marked cheeks. He didn't feel any pang of regret, or sadness, yet he did feel a small taste of what might be the need for apology.
“It hurts so much!” Naruto cried, feeling nothing but searing pain that split him up the middle. And people became addicted to this? The stuff before, sure, but this part hurt! He looked through his tears at Itachi, and saw what might be a sorry look deep in his eyes. It was enough for him to not hate him, but he couldn't say much more as the pain shot every nerve and rubbed jagged rocks along the tender receptor.
“Relax, and the pleasure will come.” Itachi said again, not moving his length at all, despite how much he wanted to ram in, the suffocating hug on his cock making it harder. He felt Naruto try to relax as much as possible, which was a good try for someone so inexperienced. Itachi began to move again, slow, pausing every time Naruto tensed and letting him unclench, taking minutes at a time.
Soon a rhythm was set, slow but speeding. Itachi didn't madly quicken it as someone with less control would have, but he didn't slow at the small whimpers Naruto made every now or then, choosing to force him to get used to it. Then a spot was touched, and Naruto's whimper changed into a beautiful deep and lusty moan.
Itachi immediately sped up, hitting the cluster of nerves, his member's head nuzzling Naruto's prostate. Naruto forgot all about previous complaints or discomforts in the rolling thunderclaps of ecstasy that blinded his vision. He felt Itachi's own sac hit his backside, and groaned carnally.
Itachi's hand once again gripped Naruto's spoiled cock, pumping it with fervor, matching it with his own thrusting pace, using his other hand to lift Naruto's hips up for better access. The legs from the foxy boy wrapped around him, pushing his entry down onto the rod of the elder.
Naruto's own rod let loose, splashing over his chest and staining Itachi's stomach in white spend. Itachi continued to thrust, still pumping, quickly bringing Naruto to harden again. He smiled at how easily the once virgin could become aroused.
The continual clenching and unclenching of Naruto's muscle's finally brought Itachi over the edge, releasing his seed for the first time this entire encounter. Naruto let loose for the second time, or third if you counted the time he brought himself to release. Itachi pulled out of the soft, clinging wet blanket and bent to lick all of Naruto's cum off his chest.
Naruto groggily sat up; eyes lidded in afterglow, and leaned forward onto his hands and knees. He commenced licking his cum off Itachi's stomach, like an animal. All he needed was a tail, ears, and a collar. And leash, of course. (If anyone can draw well out there, I'd like this pose, complete with ears and stuff, though skip the leash, done. Thx!)
Itachi watched him, not admitting he liked the feel of Naruto's tongue across his skin. When his front was thoroughly clean he pulled Naruto's face up, looking him in the eye for the last time that day. There would be more encounters though. And soon.
“I'll be going Naruto.” He kissed him passionately, his tongue slipping in and skimming over the others, battling shortly, before Itachi won and wrapped around Naruto's, stroking. He pulled away, a string of saliva connecting their lips and tongues for an instant until it broke.
Naruto gave him a sad, confused, not really understanding the simple words look. He latched his arms around Itachi and snuggled him, making pleading, whining noises. He didn't want the one person who was willing to touch him more than a friend to leave just yet. He wanted to fall asleep with him, have the warmth to cuddle. He had never had that experience, never having a parent to cuddle, never having a stuffed animal, never having anyone.
“Please don't go…”He said softly, silent, true tears dripping down his face, snot stuffing his nose in a way sappy romances and movies never mention. He sniffed, burying his face deeper into the warm chest, hearing a steady heartbeat. His sobbing intensified, realizing this was the first time he ever heard anyone's heartbeat, other than his own.
Itachi put an arm across Naruto's bare back for a few heavenly moments, then he drew him off. He wanted to stay and make this new bond grow, gaining more trust and ultimately get closer to taking all of him. But he knew when Naruto woke up, he wouldn't have trust and love on his mind.
“I have to. I will return, to bring you with me, as you said you would come.” Naruto looked up, and saw an image of spinning commas and red, before he lolled into sleep. Itachi stood, dressed, leaving Naruto in a position that said he had passed out from the drugs, further evidence being the two empty and obviously used needles on the coffee table. He was slightly amazed that the fox chakra had burned the drugs affects away so fast, albeit with some added help of naturally intense feelings.
He walked out of the apartment, and ran out of the village, already planning out his next move.
When Naruto woke some minutes later, he assumed what Itachi wanted him to, and groggily went to his room, not feeling like cleaning up his spend from his masturbation. As he sat on the bed, hugging a pillow for warmth that he would never have, his memory came back. He shot up in bed.
“Oh god! I dreamed about doing that with Sasuke's brother!” He quickly dove under his covers, feeling a harsh bolt of pain from the center of his back to his entrance. His eyes widened.
“Oww! What the hell did I do this time?!” he said, assuming he had gone into blackout and had simply done something stupid that resulted in this pain.
The thought that the dream was true never crossed his mind as his head hit the pillow again, small dark stains so faint you could only tell when you looked close visible right under his eyes. Salt water, when thick enough, was hard to get out. No matter how much you try, you just have to buy a new pillow case if you want the stains out.
And Naruto had tried to erase them. Tried so much. Tried so hard.
His insides burned with the need for a needle. That sweet cancer. And a sweet release of a kind that could be shared, and was meant to be, with another. But he had long known there was no one who would want to partake in such actions with him.
Yep. Uzumaki Naruto was a crack addict. It started with small time stuff, but he quickly built up a tolerance, and needed stronger stuff. So, he tried crack, which was the best. Now, here he was, a crack baby, crack head, crack whore slash hoe, whatever cutesy name you wanted to gloss up and throw as an insult.
He supposed he should be thanking the power of the nine tails. Due to his quick healing, no one knew anything about his drug usage. But then again, would they have really cared? Maybe Iruka or Kakashi, maybe even Sakura or Sasuke, but no one else.
Just the thought of all these truths made him want to run home madly, and shoot up on his sweet chemical nectar. He stopped, taking a deep breath, imagining the sharp point sinking into his skin, hardly a prick of blood welling around the metal tube. Thinking on it made the faint scars on his upper arm tingle.
His pace noticeably quickened. Only one person actually did acknowledge this fact, said being remaining hidden in the shadow. Sharingan eyes briefly flashed, taking stock on all surrounding chakra, before it returned to a black depth.
The person moved in the shadows, detected by none. It followed the boy, watching his every move. The fox-genin didn't sense anything, and continued on, feeling more and more agitated as he forced himself not to full out run. As much as he was sure no one cared about him, he didn't want to chance it.
He had already tried quitting and had suffered withdrawals, so severe that it actually became noticeable to un-noticing people, like Sakura. He had almost been discovered then, except that he had taken another needle up and got back into his swing of sleepless nights and conked out ones.
He finally made it to his destination, and with his hands jittering in his hyper junky adrenaline, he swung it open. He left it open, to consumed with going into his bedroom and opening his secret stash of hypodermic goodies. The person following him swiftly moved in with the shadows, gently shutting the door. He moved to a dark corner, knowing that the possessed wouldn't notice him at all.
Seeming to prove his point, Naruto walked out of his room with his illegal toys. He padded to the table and sat down; dropping his needles and the stuff he would put in them to the table, with surprisingly some care, despite how badly his hands shook with want for the serums.
The shadow dweller continued to watch, not making any sound and not moving an inch. He had known already about Naruto's drug use, and actually intended to use that to his advantage. He continued to peer at the shaking demonic junky.
Naruto quickly rolled both of his sleeves up, and put one needle in the usual spot. After all the drug went into his arm, he quickly put the other one in, using his ninja speed to do it before it kicked in on his system. He had shot crack into the veins on both of his arms and now he sat there, the high coming to him so deliciously fast.
He quickly lost all sense of self and any common sense as well. He tried standing up, but fell over. He hadn't double shot in a while, it felt so good!
“Hahaha! Did you see that one! I landed right on my ass that time!” he said, laughing hysterically. His stalker cocked an eyebrow. He walked out of the shadows, mask of no emotions on his face.
“Naruto-kun. Need some help?” Itachi asked, walking toward the out of it fox keeper. Naruto only registered one thing from this change though.
“Hey! You look just like Sasuke! Hi!” He smiled warmly up at the older boy, not even realizing that the other could kill him at a moments notice. Itachi smiled slightly behind the high collar of his cloak. He held out his hand for Naruto, who stared at it dumbly before grabbing it.
“Thanks! I don't think I could have got up without you dude!” he quickly gave his savior from the floor a hug, before letting go and slinging his arm around the other. Itachi aloud all of it, and walked Naruto to his couch, standing off a few feet to the right and not sitting.
“Hey, you can sit you know…”Naruto said, his high slowing down his words, almost slurring them. Almost. Itachi merely smirked, hidden like the small smile, and shook his head slowly no.
Naruto seemed confused by this. He cocked his head and scrunched his eyes at the Uchiha. He stared for a few minutes, before opening his mouth to speak.
“You look like Sasuke….Are you?” he said. Itachi stared back at the blonde wondering what it must be like to be so carefree and stupid when in a high.
“I am Itachi. Sasuke is my little brother.” He explained shortly. Naruto's eyes widened in drunken recognition. He had met him once before, when he had been trying to take him to see someone. Jiraiya had protected him that time.
“You're him! That one dude! You hurt Sasuke! Man, he's your lil bro dude! That's not cool!” he said. Itachi didn't move. Naruto quickly sank back into his drugged calmness, seaming to forget who was in the room with him. He twitched his hands, moving them down to his thighs. He started to rub his inner thigh, closing his eyes to the feeling that only his one hand would bring him. He cracked his eyes open, as they had closed earlier.
“I'm gunna jerk off. Dun mind do you?” he said, moving his hand to his crotch. Itachi was slightly surprised. He knew Naruto was high, but high enough to do that in front of him? Or anyone for that matter. This would make his goal of seducing him easier. He nodded that it was fine. Naruto smiled and closed his eyes.
“That's good. I dun thin' I coul' last without.” He said, some time's slurring sometimes clear. He pulled his hands back from his groin and pulled his top off, all of the layers included, doing it with a practiced skill. His fingers traced over his nipples, the nubs growing hot and perked immediately. His fingers danced down his muscles, covering soft skin with calloused fingers. After feeling himself up, he harshly dug his nails into his skin, and dragged across his stomach, leaving scorching red lines in the wake of his nails.
Itachi watched it, not blinking an eye as Naruto hurt himself. The seal appeared around his naval, and Itachi focused on it. It absorbed him in a way very few things had. He wanted to touch it, take the power it concealed, along with the one that contained it. He chose to wait till Naruto was done before he made his move.
As Itachi continued watching, Naruto looked down his chest at the seal. He dug his right hand's fingers into his skin, till blood was drawn. When he pulled his nails out, a soft red glow came to the wound and healed it, the only evidence it was there at all the thick coating of blood on his two fingers and thumb.
His bloodied hand went down to the seal, and he traced it in the blood he had drawn. He bent forward, bending his spine in a way no normal human could, using his animal chakra and influencing his body. He licked the blood of his own stomach; much like a cat or fox would lap at their fur. (Hey, Naruto has claws and fangs and even gets chakra tail and ears, why not be uber flexible to?)
He leaned back up, and simply traced the seal with the nail of his index finger, before moving his hands lower. He unzipped his pants, dropping them down to his ankles and then kicking them away. Next his boxers, which he simply pushed down to his knees, not having time to kick them off or even get them to his ankles. His hand clasped his sac, rolling them about his palm and moaning.
He gave a gentle squeeze, and rubbed them together for rapturous pleasure. His moan became a mewl. One hand was left to fondle each sac in turn, while the other went to his erect cock. His hand fisted the base, damming the flow of quicksilver pre-cum. He let go of his balls and started to pump, the other hand remaining in its place firmly. He had learned a while ago that it felt better to hold off on cumming, though it was torture as well as pleasure since he desperately wanted to cum while he pumped his rod.
He squeezed his thighs together, rubbing his eggs against each other and making the held cum swirl like a hurricane of sex fluid, wanting release. He was loosing resolve with holding his hand on his cock, feeling his finger shake and make his length vibrate. He wanted so bad to let go and cum.
He slowed his pumping to an easy stroke, going from the top of his clutching hand all the way to the tip. He paused at the tip to smear the little amount of pre-cum that had escaped, letting his thumb sink into the quivering slit slightly, wiggling like a tongue, or so he imagined.
His fisted hand slowly started to pump when the other became occupied with fondling the head, and Naruto found the swirling in his nuts and stomach going faster, like a whirlpool of release, waiting to explode out like a mud flow of seed.
He threw his head back, gasping, hands still working at his loins. It was sooo much better to jerk off when high, so he had learned. His hands kept going, until finally he couldn't keep control and he let go of his spend, letting it shoot out of his shaft and onto his clenched thighs and a little on the carpet and table.
His drowsy eyes opened and they rolled around, to delirious with afterglow to really focus on anything. He chose instead to close his eyes again, breathing deeply. Itachi still stood, having watched the entire thing without looking away in disgust or shame, as Naruto in his right mind would have thought. He stepped forward.
“Why do you do that?” he asked monotone, though to gain trust it leaned more on the friendly side than angry or hostile. Naruto slitted his eyes open, peering at the black haired ninja in front of him. He was still high.
“Do what now?” He asked, confused by what the pretty man in front of him wanted. He absently pulled his boxers up, stopping to itch his hip.
“Touch yourself. Why not simply find a partner?” Itachi asked. He stepped forward, standing directly in front of him. Naruto tilted his head back to look at his face.
“Your pretty, you know?” He said randomly. Itachi made no comment, though on the inside was growing more pleased. It seemed it would be easier and easier to take him the more this encounter went on. He smiled his soft smile again, one which could scare someone in the right state of mind shitless.
“The reason,” Naruto continued, dropping his head, feeling a slight pang of sadness, even through the haze of fuzzy warmth the dugs induced. “Is because no one else would be willing to touch me the same.” He finished, his high affecting the sadness in his voice not an inch.
Itachi decided then was the time. He slowly drew his cloak off his shoulders, revealing the pants and under shirt he wore. He stepped up to Naruto, and kneeled down in front of him. He placed one hand on Naruto's cheek.
“If I say I'll touch you that way, Naruto-kun, would you come with me?” He asked. Naruto looked at him, hope, fueled by the destructive chemicals in his blood, shined in his cerulean eyes.
“Why say it?” He whispered, leaning forward. Itachi aloud a satisfied smirk to come to his mouth. Naruto didn't know what he had gotten himself into. But, for some of it, it would be mind blowing.
“Then I'll do it. Will you come with me?” Naruto didn't blink, simply nodded. Before any thing started, a small, insignificant thought crossed his mind.
“But, aren't you a dude? How would that work if I'm straight? I mean, I like girls!” He rambled, looking at Itachi for help. Itachi complied by leaning forward and kissing Naruto on the lips, hand on his cheek moving into caressing gestures. He pulled back, Naruto's face following his like a puppy, complete with wide puppy eyes.
“It will work, Naruto-kun. You can be bi.” Naruto's puppy eyes turned into startled, normal, possessed by a nine tailed demon fox eyes. Itachi wanted the power hidden behind those blue eyes the power that took over and changed them to red. He wanted it, along with Naruto. The first time he had seen him he had wanted him, and he knew he would somehow have him.
“That's great!” Naruto said happily. Itachi took a moment to look him straight in the eye, to look behind those eyes and seemingly into his soul. After that brief pause, he leaned into the scarce inches that separated him from Naruto and kissed him once again, sweeping his tongue inside his mouth, across his pink gums.
Naruto relaxed, melting into the kiss. Itachi put his arms around him, pushing the younger's bare chest against his clothed one, creating friction against both of their nipples. Naruto moaned, the cloth against his open skin was enough to lift his length in arousal and to make him moan in rapture.
Itachi had found Naruto's sharp canine's while exploring his mouth. He traced them with the tip of his tongue, nicking the pink appendage and spilling a drop of blood down and onto Naruto's tongue. The blonde's tongue immediately twitched and spasmed, moving up from its resting place in the bed of his lower jaw to trace and fondle the miniscule cut with the tip of his own tongue, hungry for more of the tangy metallic red liquid.
Itachi maneuvered his tongue further into Naruto's mouth, Naruto's tongue flexing around his in intricate patterns, writhing like a snake. Naruto's hands came up and went under the shirt Itachi wore, running over the road of his muscles with his fingers, becoming more euphoric the more he tongued and felt of Itachi.
Itachi felt the hands and did likewise, only he simply moved his hands down from caressing Naruto's face to his chest, skimming over his neck and shoulder before landing on the still erect nipples. He skillfully thumbed them, rubbing small circles around the eraser tips, then pinching them, only to caress them again.
His hand started down to touch Naruto's erection, feeling the stickiness on the organ. He smeared the dripping white fluid around the head with an almost delicate air, barely touching, one of the most awful tortures imaginable. Yet it was also the most pleasurable.
“Please….”Naruto groaned, pushing his throbbing cock against Itachi's hand. Itachi smiled and drew his hand back. Naruto made a keening whine in the back of his throat. He pulled his tongue out of the hot caverns of Naruto's mouth.
“Will you go with me?” He asked again, lingering his nail from the base to the head of Naruto's cock. He shuddered, and mewled. His head nodded vigorously.
“I'll do anything!” he nearly sobbed, tortured tears accumulating in the corners of his eyes. Itachi finally deigned to grant Naruto his wish, and grasped his member fully. His hand pulled forward, in a long, languid stroke. The other went to his hip, and held it from rocking.
“This will feel good. Then, we'll do something else.” He explained shortly, moving down the others front till he reached his obvious goal. The quivering meat of Uzumaki Naruto, flushed and weeping before his very eyes, ready to be tasted. Which he did.
He latched his mouth around the slitted head, and his tongue lapped at the white coated opening, flexing and squirming all over the engorged flesh. Naruto twitched and writhed above him, still sitting on the couch, his legs having spread to allow better access for Itachi.
Itachi's head began to bob, taking in more of the hot blooded organ under the assault of his tongue and nipping teeth. He relaxed his throat, letting the shaft sink all the way to tickle his throat, and his lips would brush the blonde pubic hair that curled up around the most delicious body part of Naruto.
Naruto continued to moan and shudder, being taken away by ecstasy and left to twitch worse than any near overdose. He felt the usual tilt-a-hurl sensation in his gut, but it seemed somehow more…raw, intense, and better. His sac churned like water balloons filled with boiling liquid and sloshed around. He was going to explode!
Itachi felt Naruto's cock jerk, and moved his head back enough to not choke, and when the white sex fluid flooded into his mouth he swallowed every bit.
“Now, Naruto-kun, are you ready for the next level?” He asked. Naruto nodded, his feverish chemical high burned away by the shear intensity of the pre-sex, left only with the chemical signature in his blood and a natural, sexual high. He found he loved the sexual high so much more than the drug one.
“Yesssss.” He hissed, his hands clawing at Itachi's back for more, not knowing he'd be doing that in complete rapture within moments. Itachi's hand stuck one finger in the constricting entrance of his partner. Naruto squirmed more, wriggling on the intrusion in very arousing ways.
“It feels weird…”He commented, sweat trickling down his face. Itachi rose higher, briefly removing his hands from Naruto to pull his clothes off, brushing Naruto's hands off his back and across his nipple's. Then he moved Naruto to lie on his back, and placed his legs around his hips.
“This will hurt soon.” He warned, putting two fingers in this time, using gentle circles to stretch it out. He would have loved to go without all this foreplay, but he needed Naruto's trust, and a memory of hot, bloody and painful sex laced with mind numbing pleasure and eventually painless rapture may be appealing to him, but to this virgin fox boy it would be alien and strange, something to resent until he grew accustomed to it.
Which he would do quickly. Slow and gentle was good, but hot and rough was better, in his mind. He made a mental note to bring lube next time, as rubbing raw might be too much for a first timer. He mentally shrugged; he'd have to deal with it his own way.
He slowly, once again wishing he already had Naruto's total trust as he felt how tight and warm he was inside, restricting around his pulsing, heated length with a milking clutch, entered. He closed his eyes to relish it briefly, before drawing out, feeling Naruto's ring of muscle tense around him in a moist stroke of gripping hot flesh. He hissed in unbelievable pleasure, though he knew that was bad for Naruto.
“Don't tense, Naruto-kun.” He said, as normal as he could make his voice. He looked at said persons face and saw the tears spilling from the sides and down his marked cheeks. He didn't feel any pang of regret, or sadness, yet he did feel a small taste of what might be the need for apology.
“It hurts so much!” Naruto cried, feeling nothing but searing pain that split him up the middle. And people became addicted to this? The stuff before, sure, but this part hurt! He looked through his tears at Itachi, and saw what might be a sorry look deep in his eyes. It was enough for him to not hate him, but he couldn't say much more as the pain shot every nerve and rubbed jagged rocks along the tender receptor.
“Relax, and the pleasure will come.” Itachi said again, not moving his length at all, despite how much he wanted to ram in, the suffocating hug on his cock making it harder. He felt Naruto try to relax as much as possible, which was a good try for someone so inexperienced. Itachi began to move again, slow, pausing every time Naruto tensed and letting him unclench, taking minutes at a time.
Soon a rhythm was set, slow but speeding. Itachi didn't madly quicken it as someone with less control would have, but he didn't slow at the small whimpers Naruto made every now or then, choosing to force him to get used to it. Then a spot was touched, and Naruto's whimper changed into a beautiful deep and lusty moan.
Itachi immediately sped up, hitting the cluster of nerves, his member's head nuzzling Naruto's prostate. Naruto forgot all about previous complaints or discomforts in the rolling thunderclaps of ecstasy that blinded his vision. He felt Itachi's own sac hit his backside, and groaned carnally.
Itachi's hand once again gripped Naruto's spoiled cock, pumping it with fervor, matching it with his own thrusting pace, using his other hand to lift Naruto's hips up for better access. The legs from the foxy boy wrapped around him, pushing his entry down onto the rod of the elder.
Naruto's own rod let loose, splashing over his chest and staining Itachi's stomach in white spend. Itachi continued to thrust, still pumping, quickly bringing Naruto to harden again. He smiled at how easily the once virgin could become aroused.
The continual clenching and unclenching of Naruto's muscle's finally brought Itachi over the edge, releasing his seed for the first time this entire encounter. Naruto let loose for the second time, or third if you counted the time he brought himself to release. Itachi pulled out of the soft, clinging wet blanket and bent to lick all of Naruto's cum off his chest.
Naruto groggily sat up; eyes lidded in afterglow, and leaned forward onto his hands and knees. He commenced licking his cum off Itachi's stomach, like an animal. All he needed was a tail, ears, and a collar. And leash, of course. (If anyone can draw well out there, I'd like this pose, complete with ears and stuff, though skip the leash, done. Thx!)
Itachi watched him, not admitting he liked the feel of Naruto's tongue across his skin. When his front was thoroughly clean he pulled Naruto's face up, looking him in the eye for the last time that day. There would be more encounters though. And soon.
“I'll be going Naruto.” He kissed him passionately, his tongue slipping in and skimming over the others, battling shortly, before Itachi won and wrapped around Naruto's, stroking. He pulled away, a string of saliva connecting their lips and tongues for an instant until it broke.
Naruto gave him a sad, confused, not really understanding the simple words look. He latched his arms around Itachi and snuggled him, making pleading, whining noises. He didn't want the one person who was willing to touch him more than a friend to leave just yet. He wanted to fall asleep with him, have the warmth to cuddle. He had never had that experience, never having a parent to cuddle, never having a stuffed animal, never having anyone.
“Please don't go…”He said softly, silent, true tears dripping down his face, snot stuffing his nose in a way sappy romances and movies never mention. He sniffed, burying his face deeper into the warm chest, hearing a steady heartbeat. His sobbing intensified, realizing this was the first time he ever heard anyone's heartbeat, other than his own.
Itachi put an arm across Naruto's bare back for a few heavenly moments, then he drew him off. He wanted to stay and make this new bond grow, gaining more trust and ultimately get closer to taking all of him. But he knew when Naruto woke up, he wouldn't have trust and love on his mind.
“I have to. I will return, to bring you with me, as you said you would come.” Naruto looked up, and saw an image of spinning commas and red, before he lolled into sleep. Itachi stood, dressed, leaving Naruto in a position that said he had passed out from the drugs, further evidence being the two empty and obviously used needles on the coffee table. He was slightly amazed that the fox chakra had burned the drugs affects away so fast, albeit with some added help of naturally intense feelings.
He walked out of the apartment, and ran out of the village, already planning out his next move.
When Naruto woke some minutes later, he assumed what Itachi wanted him to, and groggily went to his room, not feeling like cleaning up his spend from his masturbation. As he sat on the bed, hugging a pillow for warmth that he would never have, his memory came back. He shot up in bed.
“Oh god! I dreamed about doing that with Sasuke's brother!” He quickly dove under his covers, feeling a harsh bolt of pain from the center of his back to his entrance. His eyes widened.
“Oww! What the hell did I do this time?!” he said, assuming he had gone into blackout and had simply done something stupid that resulted in this pain.
The thought that the dream was true never crossed his mind as his head hit the pillow again, small dark stains so faint you could only tell when you looked close visible right under his eyes. Salt water, when thick enough, was hard to get out. No matter how much you try, you just have to buy a new pillow case if you want the stains out.
And Naruto had tried to erase them. Tried so much. Tried so hard.