WARNING: I really should stop warning you if you haven't figured out that there are men having sex with other men in this story then you are really daft.

THANKS TO: Pen-Name-Kitsune-chan, HMMYAOI, Spectacularly Peculiar, black55widow, and Chibi Strawberry Neko. This story wouldn't keep happening without you.

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The morning was damp with dew. It covered each blade of grass like a diamonds on lavish necklace. The first light was spilling into the clearing and making the drops of water cast rainbows of color across the forest scene. It would have seemed a perfect as a postcard if not for the corpse lying in the center.

Kisame's blue skin was pale with death and glistened with the thin sheen of moisture that covered everything else. His death had been a dirty one, a fitting end for a traitor. A single knife shinning like the finest sliver stood out of his neck like a flag as testimony of the underhanded nature of his death. The blood that clotted around the wound in his neck looked like dark blue cottage cheese. He would lay in this peaceful out of the way clearing until rain, heat, cold, bugs and animals wore his body down and he was nothing more than soil and a soiled memory.

His murderer, unlike the victim, would not be left to the elements just yet. He ran through the damp morning his dark hair flying behind him. Unlike his blue ex-partner who slumbered in that dreamless eternal sleep he ran to act on a dream with the hope of silencing it forever. It would take a full days hard run, but hopefully it would be worth it.

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Naruto collapsed hot and sweaty on to his bed and not for the first time he longed for a big comfy chair to relax in after a hard mission or difficult training session. He had no such chair so he had to be content to just flop on his lumpy bed and ignore his mess of a floor. He supposed that he should get up and bathe, but he was rather comfortable and the breeze coming through the open window was so nice…

Naruto startled awake to find the sky outside the window a deep black. The stars dance coyly as if they knew a secret Naruto didn't, but really should. Naruto shook his head, as if there went enough crazy conspiracy theories he didn't need to add plotting stars to the list. Rather than be paranoid he needed to find the source of his disturbance.

His eyes quickly scanned the room and then widened in horror at the figure leaning against his wall by the mirror. He froze, not even breathing, but there was nothing he could do about his racing heart.

"N-no." He stuttered and shaking his head, "this must be a dream."

"Do you dream of me?" His question was flat and shadow still masked the emotionless face. Naruto glared and then stuck his chin in the air.

"Who would?" He said haughtily. There was no sign of movement other then the flapping on a cardboard tab of a box filled with poorly rolled scrolls and Itachi was by the bed.

"You apparently." Naruto's fear presented itself physically in his rapid breathing.

"You bastard! I'm not going with you without a fight, and it'll be big! You won't leave this village alive." Itachi face was about as changing as a marble statue.

"I intend to leave here alive, but I don't intend take you with me." Naruto allowed confusion to briefly overwhelming his fear and it showed on his face. Itachi leaned forward and Naruto froze again.

"I simply wish to insure you know you are mine." Naruto eyes grew wide at these words.

"I don't belong to anyone!"

"You don't?" There was barely enough tone in Itachi voice to make it a question, "This village has you in a collar and leads you by a leash." He moved and out of seemingly nowhere pulled a kunai to press to Naruto throat, "and in this moment I own your life."

Naruto's breathing was shallow and he tried not to breathe hard enough to knick his neck.

"What do you want?" The question hung in the air between them for a moment like a third party.

"What do I want in your dreams?" The unexpected question set a deep red blush across Naruto's features and for a split second Itachi broke his emotionless façade long enough to raise an eyebrow and the blade disappeared up his sleeve.

"How interesting that we dream much the same dream. I wonder just how many similarities there are." Two strong hands pushed Naruto roughly to the bed and Itachi kissed him roughly. At first Naruto was too shocked to respond, but then his mind started processing.

With a hard shove he pushed Itachi off of him. It was one thing to have dreams about your best friend's psychotic mass murdering older brother, it was quite another to allow him to push you into your mattress while he kissed you.

"Bastard! I'm going to…!" Whatever Naruto was going to do was cut off by pillow covering his face. Adrenaline rushed his system has he found he couldn't breathe. Quickly using his free hand Itachi untied his headband and dropped it by Naruto's head. With his teeth his tore a strip of black clothe from his robes and used it to bind Naruto's failing wrists to the bed frame.

Finally he removed the pillow and Naruto followed his instinct and gasped automatically. Itachi took the opportunity to shove his forehead protector in to the demon container's mouth and tie it, effectively gagging him.

"Now you won't be able to cry for help." He explained in a voice so low that had it been anybody else it would have been described as a lover's whisper. He left Naruto's eyes uncovered to watch the brightness dance. Naruto thrashed around as widely has his bound wrists would allow.

"Do I need to tie you legs as well?" It wasn't a treat, just a simple question. Naruto snarled around his muffler. Itachi blinked and sat back to rip two more strips off his sleeve and two the length of hem to the waist.

He grabbed Naruto's ankle, twisted the calf to the side and brought it up to Naruto thigh and tied it there. After doing the same with the other leg he took the long strips and tied them over Naruto's shoulders and down under his armpit.

Naruto whined being tied in such a manner as it stretched his muscles that were already sore from training. Not only that but the position forced his back to arch ever so slightly and left him completely exposed.

Itachi pulled out yet another knife and cut Naruto's bulky orange and black clothes off his body. Naruto felt the coldness of the blade against his skin and waited for the sharp sting of his flesh being sliced, but it never came. His clothes were craved away as much as the bounds would allow, but Itachi never once caused him to bleed. When the last of Naruto's clothes had been removed he looked Naruto in the eyes and asked,

"Still so sure you don't belong to anyone?" Naruto's eyes narrowed in a glare and Itachi watched him seeming impassively. There had been three people in the world that would have been able to tell Naruto exactly what Itachi expression was but Shisui lay rotting in an old grave, Kisame was sprawled out on a forest floor, and Sasuke, had he been around, would have been too busy trying to kill Itachi to say much of anything.

Itachi dropped his mouth to Naruto's chest were it arched off the bed. He walked his lips down the taut skin of Naruto's chest sucking and occasionally pressing his teeth against skin creating a pinching sensation. As humiliating and uncomfortable as his situation was the warmth of Itachi mouth on his body that yearned for human contact felt desirable.

As Itachi's mouth left its wet trail lower on Naruto's stomach Naruto couldn't help but make a strangled noise behind his gag. Itachi's strong delicate hands griped Naruto's hips and ran his tongue down Naruto's disinterested member. The sudden and unfamiliar contact caused Naruto gasp sharply. As he did he inhaled Itachi's muted scent that clung to his headband and he was mildly horrified to find just how pleasant the older Uchiha brother smelled.

Naruto's thoughts were drawn sharply away from the Itachi smelled by Itachi's full mouth around his appendage. There was no remaining unaffected now, and Naruto found himself moaning around the metal plate in his mouth.

The act should have been degrading, but Naruto found he couldn't see it that way. The infamous, clan killing, demon hunting Itachi Uchiha was on his hands and knees giving Naruto a pleasure like none he'd ever experienced. To his disgusted Naruto whined when Itachi pulled away.

He sat back far enough for Naruto to see his cold face, and it that moment Naruto wondered why he never really noticed how regal Itachi looked. He was like the black queen from a chess set: powerful, unlimited, and beautiful. Naruto watched as Itachi shrugged out of his cloak and carefully removed his shirt. He couldn't see much below the other man's mid-chest, but he could feel the bed move and hear the clothes rustle. That combined with a health imagination was enough to make Naruto blush.

"Don't you find it intriguing how people in your village have treated you like a hated criminal when you have done nothing and they treated me like a saint until I gave them no other choice?" Itachi moved his hands to press against Naruto's inner thigh. With a sudden sharp movement Itachi slide a finger into Naruto and the boy gave a muffled cry.

"Why show such loyalty to people who do not return the sentiment?" Itachi ran his finger in a slow circular moment and Naruto said muffled that sound vaguely like he was calling Itachi a bastard again.

"You know," Itachi stated calmly, though other parts of his anatomy clearly showed how excited he was, as he slid a second finger in to Naruto, "the irony of you being the one to call me bastard, particularly when I know who my father was and you do not, is not lost on me." Naruto made a stifled sound at the further penetration. Itachi spread his fingers wide like a forked road.

"Loosen your muscles or you'll bleed." Itachi voice was as flat as a windless ocean. Naruto did what he was told, but some small part of his mind wondered why a monster like Itachi would be so unexpectedly gentle. Suddenly Itachi's fingers were gone and Naruto almost tensed up with the knowledge of what was to come.

What happened was not like in his dreams. Itachi entered quickly, but the quickness was more akin to way one removes a bandage only this hurt in a way an incomparable to a bandage. Bright tears sharpened Naruto's eye and air was hard to get through his blocked mouth.

As bad as it hurt, it wasn't the sort of pain Naruto wanted to stop. Itachi leaned forward and licked the tears from Naruto's face. It was an unexpectedly comforting gesture,

"I don't want my headband salty." Itachi stated flatly. Naruto found that Itachi moving in and out of his body wasn't horrid, but it put considerable strain on his awkwardly bound legs. Itachi nimble fingers moved to untie Naruto's legs.

Naruto was faced with two options: kick Itachi or wrap his legs up around the black queen's waist. He took the second as the first would likely get his legs tied back up. Hugging Itachi with his legs turned out to be a devastatingly pleasurable experience.

Dreams can only give some much feeling and both Naruto and Itachi were soon over whelmed. Even in this weakened moment, Itachi remained in control of himself. Naruto other hand thrashed widely and managed to make an excess of noise even gagged as he was.

Naruto hadn't yet caught his breath when Itachi was up dressing. He reached down and yanked his forehead protector from Naruto's mouth and after considering for a moment stuffed the damp thing in his weapons pouch. Naruto, for once in his life, watched silent and breathless.

Itachi considered his shredded cloak before be tossing it over Naruto with a dismissive flick of the wrist.

"You do belong to me." He stated calmly, cut Naruto wrists free, and disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

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AN: So I got about half way through my lemon and realized Itachi was still full dressed. So I had two choices – leave it to you to figure how the hell that works or fix it, after much consideration I decided not to be lazy. Happy summer break for those of you get it! Those that don't get it like me I wish I good summer semester! -Morana

P.S. I hate how short fanficiton makes chapters look! I swear this was 5 pages in word! -Morana