Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Never Willing ❯ Playback ( Chapter 17 )

Chapter 17

Playback

 

Itachi woke up only because he heard water running. The shower, precisely. Who was taking shower in his private bathroom? Oh, right… Naruto.

He smirked slightly as he climbed off the bed.

 

My, my, what a naughty little boy. Who gave him the `authorization' to use other people's bathroom?

 

He stretched himself, earning an approving crack of his bones and, extending his muscles.

 

His smirk returned back when he slowly creaked the bathroom's door open and saw the effeminate blond's body under the shower.

 

Itachi's eyes followed a particular drop sliding down Naruto's lean torso, almost teasing him as it was sliding down Naruto's thighs. He wanted to be that drop.

 

As the blond was with his back to Itachi's approving eyes, the raven could see the perfect tanned globes, the curved back and the slender legs. Feeling lust filling him, he undressed his pajama's pants and his boxers (it was the only attire he used to sleep) while walking over to the shower. There was absolutely no problem to join in!

 

He quietly made his way to the blond, paying attention to the slippery floor, as he was bare feet.

 

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Naruto was humming a song out of instinct - `run away love' from Mary j. blind & Ludacris - and he didn't heard or noticed Itachi entering the bathroom.

 

His hand went for the jasmine bath gel yet, the bottle, slipped out of his grasp and he abruptly stopped humming when he felt strong hands grabbing his hips pushing him into a strong chest. His eyes widened as he felt `something' hard on his backside and also… huge and hot, pulsating.

 

He immediately panicked yet relaxed when he felt hot breath on his ear whispering his name “Naruto…” and he didn't need more reassurance. Although his voice was muskier and deeper, he knew it was Itachi.

 

He moaned when moist lips nibbled his left ear, yet Naruto's hand rapidly went to cover his mouth. He shouldn't make any noise, they were on the floor where the teacher's dorms were located. Imagine if someone heard moaning and panting coming from Itachi's dorm.

 

“I-Itachi-sensei, you s-shouldn't be doing t-this here. Someone could hear.”

Naruto shuddered when the raven haired Adonis' tongue trailed its way to his neck, where he sucked on the sensitive vein, provoking muffled mewls to come from Naruto's own covered mouth.

 

“Then, you shouldn't make too much noise…” Itachi bit harshly on Naruto's juncture between the neck and shoulder, making Naruto hiss in pain. He felt a surge of possessiveness inside him as he observed the angry red spot. `Mine'.

 

“P-please, don't… S-someone could…” He didn't finish his sentence as he was roughly pushed face-front against the cold tiles of the shower stall's wall, making his skin tingle and nipples harden from the cold.

 

Itachi hated when Naruto treated him as `sensei' in this circumstances, it was too formal, and he went even angrier when Naruto tried to resist. He knew pretty well the boy wanted it as much as he did, the prove being the blond's hard cock.

 

He pressed himself against Naruto harder, making the smaller body press more against the tiles, a small wince made its way from the rose pouty lips.

 

Naruto's head stopped dead in its tracks as he felt Itachi's cock slip between his globes unintentionally, due to the humidity. He moaned as a hand traveled its wait to his nipple, rubbing and caressing it. `Oh god' All coherent thoughts flew out his head when another hand grabbed his cock and gave a hard squeeze.

 

It was so hot, and the hot water spraying his body wasn't helping much. He grunted when Itachi pulled his hair making his head shoot backwards to feel smooth lips upon his own. He felt Itachi's hot tongue lapping against his lower lip, asking for entrance, and he granted it. As soon as he opened his mouth, Itachi's tongue slid inside, intertwining with his own.

 

A searing pain blanked his head, and he lost the conscience of where he was. Thousands of images crossed his mind per second like when you flip a book's pages. The only feeling he had was the one of his pounding heart against his ribcage, making him almost insane. What was happening? He could see his younger self, probably at age of 5, holding someone's hand, a pale strong looking hand, yet he couldn't see much of the owner's hand. Some seconds after, he could see himself at 10, sitting in a room where there were many people sat in two rows, himself belonging to the left one. At his side was a younger looking Itachi and on the other side, Sasuke, presumably same age as him.

 

They were all looking to the left, and he followed their gazes. His eyes widened as his mind almost `recognized' the figure standing, not far away from him and the Uchiha brothers - if the demon Kyuubi had a human form, it would be exactly as the red-haired man looking at him. Tanned skin, blood red eyes, tall and muscled frame adorned by red, gold and white clothes - this man imposed respect, power and superiority.

 

He didn't know why, didn't know how, yet, all the previous images flashing in his head vanished as dust and darkness took over him. The only thing assuring him at the last moment that he was alive was Itachi's concerned voice calling for him.