Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine.
As Itachi gazed upon Naruto, he could not help but think that such heavy manacles suited such a delicate creature. He knew that he could never be released, however; the Kyuubi's grasp on him had strengthened lately, turning Naruto unpredictable and bestial.
Nevertheless, Itachi let himself indulge in his desire to touch Naruto's broken skin; to run his fingers through the man's dirty hair; to taste his raw lips. He indulged in his desire as he had before Shisui's suicide, for it was in the moments before death that Itachi was nothing more than a helpless slave to his lusts.