Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Cramps ❯ Cramps ( Chapter 1 )

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

Cramps
Author: Dagger Stiletto
Pairing: Itachi X Naruto
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. I do not own any Naruto merchandise. I own a cat that runs into walls for no apparent reason though. Lucky me. My fanfic! Go away.
Warning: Fluff, boys’ love. Don’t like the idea of men loving men/boys loving boys, get the hell out.
Dagger: Yup, wrote it because I was bored, and if I try to keep my mind on one thing at a time, the six voices in my head get in fights and try murdering each other, which really is the reason why I have so many migraines. Except for Bob. Poor Bob’s depressed, but he has a lot of good ideas, and none of the other voices pick on him.
Knives: I knew you were insane. Mama swore up and down that you weren’t, that you were just eccentric, but I knew you were crazy….*blah, blah, blah, blah…..*
Danny: Please read and enjoy while my dense boyfriend flips out, and we’ll see you at the end.

“I have a feeling that we’re close,” Sasuke said to Sakura as they raced through the forest canopy.
“We had better be, Sasuke. I don’t think Itachi’s sanity will hold much longer if we don’t find him soon.”
It had been seventeen days since Konoha had last seen Naruto Uzumaki. There were five groups out searching for him, all striving the same goal. The chances of finding him were slim, but the chances of finding him alive were slimmer. All they could really do was hope and pray to Kami that they did find him, one way or another.
“Sakura, Sasuke,” came Kakashi’s voice over the head pieces placed at their ears and mouth. “Anything yet?”
“No, Kakashi-sensei,” Sasuke reported. “What about you, Iruka, and Jiraiya?”
“Nothing yet. We’ll keep you posted.”
“Likewise.”

~*~*~

Naruto huddled in that damn box for another countless hour. He didn’t know how long he’d been there. He felt empty, muscles cramped from being unable to move into a different position. His eyes were burning from sleeplessness. The cold from outside seeped in, causing his body to quake uncontrollably. His vocal cords were locked from refusing to scream while his tormentors tortured his body. The last time they had done so was many hours ago. He’d stopped counting them after four hours of being stuffed in this Godforsaken box that forced him to sit thus: legs drawn to his chest, arms wrapped around his knees, head bent over the top of them. If he moved even slightly, pain would scream through his locked muscles and make his vision dim.
It had been forever since he’d eaten anything, lucky that he received water ever-so-infrequently. His skin felt like an ice cube, and if he wasn’t staring at it so closely, he’d swear that there were ice crystals forming on the fine hairs of his arms and legs.
Another one of those strange convulsions he’d been going through for the past few days wracked his body, and he screamed silently at the pain of his straining muscles. Fear, pain, agony, and misery filled the air, making it sickening to breathe into anyone’s lungs. A sadistic laugh from outside had him shuddering, and he returned to his huddled position, tired muscles relaxing as he returned to his former position that they’d grown accustomed to.
Instead of counting hours, he counted the breaths he took. He knew from a previous experiment he’d performed when he was bored around the age of thirteen that he took an average of twenty-one normal breaths per minute, so when got to sixty-three hundred breaths, he made the estimation that five hours had passed. That was when he heard something new that caught his hazy attention.
Voices.
There were voices yelling, calling for someone. One male, one female.
And they sounded familiar.
He concentrated on those voices as they came closer and closer, his heart pounding in anticipation and apprehension. Was this real? Had the chance of being found and rescued finally come? Or was this just another trick of his captors? Was this them just giving him false hope only to strike him down once he grabbed the bait with what little strength he had left so they could break him some more?
No, kit, this is the real thing this time, Kyuubi whispered to him. Your friends are coming to rescue. I can sense it, their auras. It’s….Sasuke and Sakura! Hurry, kit! Call out for them. Let them know where we are so they can get us out of this damn place!
Spurred on by his demon’s words, he forced his resisting muscles into action, going into convulsions and striking the walls of the box surrounding him. He tried to cry out, but his vocal cords refused to make sound, so he shook the box and thumped feet, fists, and head against the walls until it rolled to a different side. Losing his breath and fighting to regain it, breathing through the pain and panic of missing his opportunity, he forced himself to resume his sturggle for help.
The crash that the box made the first time it toppled over caught Sasuke’s attention. He stopped on a thick branch, crouching there as he paused, and Sakura stopped beside him. He listened, hoping the noise hadn’t been just a random tree felling or a branch breaking. He waited with bated breath. Two minutes later, it happened again, and he turned right, running past sakura, who followed his lead.
“Kakashi-sensei, I think that we may have found him,” he spoke into his mouthpiece.
“Thank Kami. Keep me posted and report your location once you know for sure.”
“Hai.”
The crash came again, and he stopped, looking down to see and shaking, trembling, totally-out-of-place box on the ground below. Thumps and rattling came from within, and Sasuke’s heart leapt at the possibility that Naruto was inside. He and Sakura dropped to the earth below. Sakura stayed back, three kunai in each hand in preparation for any potential attack.
Sasuke crept forward, catching the box as it almost landed on his feet, holding it steady. He heard panting within, panicked and desperate. Another thump, and Sasuke heard the rattle of a lock on the other side.
“Naruto? Are you in there?” he asked.
The struggling and rummaging paused, and then suddenly continued in a fury of energy. Heart thumping, Sasuke sliced off the padlockwho the hell was able to hold the Kyuubi-container with a mere padlock?and tore the top of the box open. A creature shot out, nearly assaulting him before landing in a heap on the damp, dewy ground.
“Naruto!” Sakura put away her kunai and went to the huddled orange-and-black blonde.
Sasuke abandoned the box and helped her drag the blonde to lean against a nearby tree, and the blonde, panting and sweating and shivering, cried out hoarsely at the movement. “What’s wrong with him, Sakura?” Sasuke demanded of the medic-nin.
“His chakra has been drained profusely, he has a low amount of blood in him, three of his ribs are broken, and his muscles are so cramped that he’s unable to move without going through immense pain. Not only that, but he’s dehydrated and malnourished.” Sakura began rubbing one of Naruto’s hands intensely. “We have to rub the cramps out, or he’ll continue to be in pain. We won’t be able to move him without hurting him.”
Sasuke nodded. “Kakashi-sensei, we’ve found him. Send us another group. We need help.”
“Good work, you two. Where is your location?”
Sasuke looked around and deciphered their coordinates before reporting them to his leader.
“Very well. Rock Lee’s group is closest to you. They will be there in minutes. The rest of us will get there as soon as possible.”
“Hai.” Sasuke dropped the connection and began rubbing at Naruto’s other hand vigorously. “It’s going to be okay, Naruto. We’ll take care of you and get you back home.”
“IItachi….” Naruto whispered in an uncharacteristically quiet and rasping voice.
“He’s waiting for you, Naru-chan. Don’t worry. You’ll see him soon.”
“My God, look at all the bruises,” Sakura whispered as the tattered black shirt that Naruto wore fell open. His normally-tan-now-deathly-pale skin was mottled with dark, black and blue bruises. His ribs were visible, including the ones that were broken, and his cheekbones were sharp, eyes sunken with dark circles beneath them. His breath was shallow and labored. The blonde, spiky hair was damp and needed a cut, having grown out over the time that he’d been in captivity. The nails on his hands and feet were too long as well, and his clothes consisted of a tattered black shirt and the bottoms to the orange jumper he normally wore. His feet were bare and his forehead protector gone.
“Who did this to you?” Sakura cried in despair, moving up his forearm slowly once the hand was no longer curled into a claw.
Sasuke was having a hard time getting the hand he was working on to relax. The muscles were clenched too tightly for him to work as fast as Sakura, who was no doubt using her chakra to help her relax those stubborn muscles.
“He is alive!” Rock Lee’s voice suddenly shouted as he and his other team membersGaara, Temari, and Kankurocame running from behind Sasuke.
They came and crouched, and Sakura ordered them to start rubbing the boys muscles. Sometime during their work, Naruto’s legs had drawn back up into the position they had no doubt been in for hours, mayhap days. The blonde, redhead, and two brunettes instantly set to work. Gaara set his gourd of sand aside, and Kankuro stood guard. Naruto screamed hoarsely as Temari and Gaara straightened out his drawn-up legs and began working on them.
“S-S-Sakura….” Naruto whispered.
“What is it, Naruto? I’m right here,” she demanded, leaning forward to catch what the boy said while they others vigorously rubbed at his limbs.
“K-K-K-Ka….Kabuto….” He paused, panting, heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “Or-Orochi…. maru….”
“Kabuto? Orochimaru? They did this to you?”
He nodded once weakly, then whimpered at the pain. Lee instantly moved behind him between his back and the tree to rub the slender column of Naruto’s neck.
“Ahhhhh, they finally found you, did they, little Naruto-kun?” a smooth, dreaded voice said.
Naruto’s dull blue eyes went even deader at the sound of Orochimaru’s voice. Sasuke saw the life leak from him as though his body was merely giving in to whatever the snake had planned for him.
Sasuke shot to his feet and charged Orochimaru and Kabuto, roaring. “How dare you do this to Naruto! You’re gonna pay!!”
He and Kankuro proceeded to fight the two enemies and protect the group passionately trying to help Naruto.
Neji, Hinata, Ino, and Sai arrived to the scene, and while Ino and Hinata dropped down to help with Naruto, Neji and Sai ran to join the intense battle.
“His muscles just won’t relax,” Sakura remarked in despair and confusion. “As soon as I get something softened up, what I already worked on starts to close up! This is getting nowhere!”
“Itachi….” Naruto moaned, head lolling against Lee’s collarbone. “Want….Itachi….”
Sakura stared a moment before contacting Kakashi. “Kakashi-sensei, we won’t be able to help Naruto unless Itachi gets his ass here now. Send a messenger or something to him. I don’t care what you have to do, just get that raven’s ass here!” Without waiting for a reply, she broke off the connection and resumed her original task. Her senses alerted to Naruto’s dropping temperature. “Shit! His temperature is dropping. We need to get him in some warmer clothes.”
“We don’t have anything he could possibly use,” Ino said.
“I’ll have to concentrate my chakra on keeping him from going into hypothermia,” the pinkette huffed. “You guys keep rubbing.” She flinched as Sasuke suddenly was thrown across the clearing and hit the tree they were huddled around.
He slid down the trunk, and Gaara’s sand caught him and set him on his feet some distance away so that he didn’t fall on Naruto. Sasuke swayed on his feet a moment before straightening and running back to battle. Sakura chucked a few kunai at Orochimaru when she saw him coming for them, and Sasuke instantly leapt upon him before he could get any closer to them.
“Itachi….” Naruto moaned again, and then his body suddenly began convulsing.
“Hold him down!”
They all caught his limbs and pinned them, Sakura sitting on his torsocareful of his broken ribsand Temari placed a small fan in his mouth to keep Naruto from swallowing his tongue. When the seizure ended, they all returned to rubbing his muscles.
Itachi, you better hurry. Naruto won’t make it if you don’t get here soon….
As if by that unspoken command, a black blur shot into the battle and sent Kabuto flying. Sakura gasped as she saw the red-clouded black cloak swirling in battle. Kankuro and Sasuke pounced on Kabuto, who was struggling to regain his composure, while Itachi Uchiha pushed Sai and Neji away from Orochimaru, who was clearly terrified of the elder Uchiha as said raven pursued him.
“Itachi!” Sakura called. “Forget him.” She winced at the sickening blow he dealt on the snake-nin. “Naruto needs you more than you need to beat the piss out of him. Get your ass over here now!”
The statement triggered another seizure, this one strong enough to send her sprawling and the others to lose their grip on his limbs. Naruto flopped to his stomach and tried to crawl away, like an injured animal looking for a place to hide and die in peace. Rock Lee pounced and dragged him back despite the struggles that occurred after the convulsions.
“Damn it, Lee, hold him! He doesn’t understand what’s going on, and his fox instincts are telling to get away so he can die in peace.”
“He is not going to die,” Gaara growled vehemently.
“He will if that asshole raven doesn’t get over here and help his mate.”
“Itachi….” Naruto whispered, somehow realizing whom Sakura was talking about.
“That’s right, Naruto,” Ino said, an idea sparking. “He’s right over there, but he doesn’t know you’re here. You have to let him know that you’re here and that you need him. Tell your mate to come and help you, or he might leave and try to find you somewhere else.”
“B….but I’m….right here,” Naruto whimpered, confused as he gazed at the other blonde.
“But he doesn’t know that, Naru-chan. You have to get his attention so he knows where you are. Tell him to come for you.”
“V-voice hurts, I-I-Ino.”
“Just try, just a little bit.” She stroked his blonde hair as she spoke, coaxing.
Naruto nodded weakly. He took as deep a breath as he could, struggling into a half-sitting position. He was aware of the arms curling around him, the hands rubbing at his flesh, but they weren’t the touches that he wanted. He wanted his mate’s hands on him, his mate’s arms curled around his body. The Kyuubi was growling and whimpering for the same thing. He, too, wanted his mate to take care of him.
Turning his hazy gaze to the battle he could barely make out, he gathered his strength and rasped, “Itachi!”
The raven didn’t hear, didn’t respond, and Naruto’s heart fluttered.
“Louder, Naru, just a little louder,” Ino coaxed.
Naruto nodded once more, aware of the pain in his neck and the hands trying to rub it away there. He took another breath and thrust everything he had into his mate’s name. “ITACHI!!!!”
Itachi whirled around at the sound of that desperate voice and caught sight of his little blonde surrounded by other ninja who were touching him all over. He didn’t know what they were doing and didn’t care much. All he cared about was the desperate, feverish face of his lover. He ran over with no remaining concern for the battle with Orochimaru and Kabuto, shoving through the ninjas and circling his mate in his arms.
“Naru-koi….” he whispered into the freezing skin of his lover’s neck.
“Tachi-kun.” Slender, shaky fingers gripped the cloth of his cloak, and the rest of his little body quaked with exhaustion, cold, relief, and the aftermath of confusion, fear, and pain. “Love you, Tachi-kun.
“I know. I know, baby, I’m so sorry I wasn’t here earlier.” He pressed a kiss to the sweat-dampened temple.
“Itachi, we have to keep him warm,” Sakura murmured, hating to interrupt such an adorable reunion. “His health is failing.”
Itachi hurriedly took off his cloak and wrapped it around his love, refusing to allow such a thing to happen. He pet the kitsune’s hair, murmuring softly and comfortingly to him and letting Kyuubi know that he’d been missed as well. Even though Itachi couldn’t hear, Kyuubi still purred and mewed in reply, making Naruto smile contentedly.
“Do you think you can help rub out the knots in his muscles, Itachi-san?” Sakura asked. “He’s relaxed now that you’re here. Maybe his muscles will stay pliant if you’re here as we rub them out.”
Itachi nodded, unwilling to release the kitsune curled his arms. Rock Lee got up, patted the blonde head, and ran off to assist the four boys battling the villains, and Gaara gripped his gourd before following. Hinata, Ino, and Sakura were left remaining, so Itachi turned the boy in his arms and allowed the girls to rub at his lover’s limbs. Remarkably, his muscles stayed unclenched and relaxed once the cramps were worked out instead of clamping back up as they had done before. All the while, Itachi rubbed his shoulders and murmured that everything would turn out all right in the end.
Kakashi, Iruka, and Jiraiya arrived, and Iruka stayed to oversee the five while the other two joined the battle. How pathetic that so many people can’t defeat just two ninjas, Itachi thought, nuzzling blonde strands. I could defeat them both in a matter of five minutes…. He glanced at the limp, content form in his arms. But there’s no way I would leave him now that I have him back. No way in hell would I ever risk losing him again. He kissed the soft forehead.
Suddenly, the head of Orochimaru flew towards them, and Itachi used his lightning-quick reflexes to hit it and divert the path of travel. It rolled a few feet away, and Itachi made sure to shield his love’s eyes from the gruesome sight. Hinata looked like she was about to faint or throw up, or both. Kabuto screamed in despair and thrust himself upon a katana, killing himself in his grief for the loss of his leader and love.
And just like that, it was all over.
Orochimaru and Kabuto were dead.
The cramps in Naruto’s body had all been rubbed out, and his body was relaxed and waiting to be taken home.
Itachi rose with the kitsune in his arms, and Naruto whimpered quietly, still not used to movement. His muscles were going to be sore for a while. He looked to Kakashi, and the silver-haired copy-cat-nin nodded, understanding the unspoken query. With that, Itachi teleported to his home. He took Naruto to the bathroom and settled him in a bath full of hot water, scented salts for relaxation and pain-soothers in the bottom. Then he retreated to the room they shared and brought back an oversized button-up shirt. Finding a sleeping Naruto in the bathtub, he took over bathing the boy, careful of all his injuries.
He opened the boy’s mouth and covered it with his lips, breathing some of his chakra into the boy, offering the strength so that Kyuubi would start healing the wounds. Before his very eyes, the bones aligned themselves and mended, then the bruises slowly began to fade. Smiling in satisfaction, he scooped the boy out of the tub, dried him, and dressed him in the shirt, which stretched past the knees on the small kitsune. He picked him up again and carried him to their bedroom.
Itachi laid Naruto on the bed, settled him comfortably, then left to take a shower. As he entered with a pair of boxers covering him, he saw the blue eyes that had once been dull with pain and trauma open and staring at him alertly. Itachi smiled gently and climbed in the bed to lay beside the blonde.
He pressed kiss to the boy’s forehead. “I missed you, my little kitsune. I nearly went insane when you didn’t come home for two days. I knew something was wrong.” He pressed another kiss, this time to his dry, chapped lips.
Naruto responded minimally, but it was enough for Itachi just to know he was alive. “Thank you for saving me.”
“As if I wouldn’t.” He curled possessively around his kitsune. “Sleep, love. We will sort everything else in the morning.”
Naruto nodded and snuggled into his favorite place, right up against Itachi’s chest with his hand resting over the raven’s heart, feeling it thump strongly into his palm. “Aishiteru.”
“I love you, too, Naru-koi, now sleep.”

~*~*~

Itachi woke later that night to the feel of a warm mass on his chest squirming around. He hummed groggily, then gasped as he felt warm, wet tightness engulf his dick. His eyes shot open, aware of his skin being strangely hot and sensitized, and he looked up to see a slightly-too-skinny Naruto riding him. His hands braced on Itachi’s flat stomach, moaning as he rose up and thumped back down feverishly on Itachi’s rod. The sight was erotic. A flush to the normally-tanned skin, sweat dappling his skin, hair mussed and a little long, lips moist and parted, head flung back, and neck arched. His blue eyes were over-bright with pleasure and cracked open a little. Panting, he rode Itachi furiously.
His body rocked erotically, moans filling the room, skin flushing with his pleasure. The heat between the two devoted lovers built until they both could barely breathe.
Itachi, realizing just how far along he was in his arousal and need for this beautiful blonde male, rolled him over so that he could bring up the boy’s knees and pound into him the way they both liked. Naruto moaned and cried, screaming in ecstasy while Itachi was reduced to panting. The bed shook and creaked and banged into the wall at the headboard. Sweat rolled, arousals built, pressure pressed down until they finally came together simultaneously, shrieking each other’s names.
Itachi collapsed on his kitsune while Naruto welcomed him with open arms, curling them around him and refusing to let go even when the raven tried to roll off to keep from crushing him. “Like you here, Tachi-kun,” he muttered. “Stay….”
Itachi paused, then placed a reverent kiss at the base of the boy’s throat. “Always, koibito. Always and forever, until both our souls reach to meet Kami.”
“Sounds nice,” he whispered in return, nuzzled the mussed black hair that was usually so immaculate and neatly placed and styled.
“Very,” was the reply. “Now sleep, and stay that way till morning. We’re both tired, and Kyuubi needs to restore his strength.”
Naruto didn’t answer. He was already dead to the world. Itachi sighed, smiling, and rolled them each to their sides, curled around his deepest love, and fell asleep.

Dagger: This is my first one-shot. Nothing really happened, I just got bored, but hey, I think it turned out all right, don’t you?
Knives: Booooooorrrrrrriiiiiinng……
Dagger: And once again, I’m ready to sell Danny-boy on the black market just to shut you up.
Knives: Nooooo! You can’t. He’s mine.*handcuffs Danny’s wrist to his own*
Danny: Hey! You lost the keys for those! Now we’re stuck.
Knives: Yeah, but at least she can’t sell you.
Dagger: No, I can sell you both at the same time.
Danny: What I do to you?
Dagger: *sigh*You’re right, Danny-boy. I’ll pick the lock and sell Knives instead. I’ll keep you as my pet.
Danny: I’m already your pet.
Dagger: Which is why I’m keep you.
Knives: HEY!
Danny & Dagger: REVIEW PLEASE!!!!