Evening time, the sun only sets in parallel, meeting the moon, brightening the stars with little darkness. A small cool breeze blew, shaking the leaves on the trees and bushes, breaking off the last dried leaves in the autumn season. The blonde guy was standing, leaning his elbow on the railing of the balcony, with his eyelids covered, quietly and calmly smoking a cigarette, exhaling smoke from his mouth, again and again, taking a new puff. The blue-eyed guy enjoys the silence, in contrast to the people in the room behind him who were having fun at the balcony was the only place where it was quiet and calm, the guy himself did not understand why is someone how he, was interesting to other people they even managed to invite him to a party. The guy did not like at all such places where there are a lot of people and very loudly, and he calms down with cigarettes in this way, although he does not deny that this is his addiction.
The door opens deafly and a man with long dark hair steps out onto the balcony, prominent muscles, a long face with an angry look, dressed in a simple T-shirt and loose pants, he trying to quietly sit down with a smoker. The blonde heard, out of the corner of his eye he sees the one who came, but does not give due attention while continuing his work. Brunet say something, but frome the slurred speech the guy understood only the fact that his companion, was very drunk. It is possible to understand only in partly and the very essence of what his friend is trying to convey, you just have to guess. In juxtaposition of words, guy with blue eyes, surprisingly turned to the brunet, a phrase of bitter recognition of a long love for the guy was uttered in the guy's head.
The blue-eyed man admits to the man that he that his love is not mutual, he claims, saying doubtfully that maybe he thinks so because he is drunk. The young guy didn't want to break his heart and the like, he hopes it was just some drunken nonsense.
The man silently looks into the distance, does not say anything, his glance from the side was quite sober-looking, but something made the blond-haired man feel nervous and afraid. Man with black eyes with a quick movement of his foot, turns around, grabbing the interlocutor's hand with a fairly strong grip, leading him into the crowd of drunk people dancing to the music. There were also sober people who were bored in dancing and the rhythm of the music, some of them saw the sad and fear look of penetrating blue eyes, but because of the crowd they can't understand, what is it or who it was? The dark-hair man took the guy into the room, it was surprisingly empty, because, how understanding blond, many rooms are occupied by other people.
The guy was brazenly thrown onto the bed, a groan of pain escaped from his mouth, the bed was not so soft anymore that people could be thrown on it, but no one cared. Brunet locks the door from the inside, puts the key on the surface, returns to the boy. From the look of these lustful adult eyes, where the film of nebula of consciousness was poorly visible, there was alcohol that controls the desire and decision of the dark-haired man. Black eyes directed towards the fair-haired one, looking at the guy from head to toe, not noticing how the tongue itself licks the lips, showing desire.
He wanted to say, louder to this man "Stop! What are you doing?!", but the lump in throat prevents from uttering a word, fear fills Naruto with rage, and feelings and thoughts evaporated into a cloud, like a thick fog. The guy don't know what to do... He's body starting went numb.
The dark-hair man with a deft movement of his hands takes the rope from somewhere, and then at an already fast pace he approaches the blue-eyed man, climbing onto a single bed, tying his hands, cutting off any resistance. Understanding does not come immediately, after a while, I want to run away from here, but a person does not allow this to be done. Brunet takes off his light T-shirt, pants follow. The blonde man turns around, he wanted to sincerely believe that this was just an ordinary nightmare, and he would wake up at home, sitting on his bed.
Something cool is felt on the body man, he quietly cried out only because of surprise, turning his head to the familiar, see something metallic in he's hand's. Darkness does not allow vision to become sharper until the eyes get used to, everything is seen in a lighter silhouette. A moment passes, the blonde's shirt was unbuttoned, torn off buttons scattered around the room, and the upper part of the body was completely open to other eyes.
— Madara, no! Don't do this! - daring to say blonde out loud, if it will happen, he know what will happen to him, the guy already had a loved one, they have mutual feelings with him and did not want to destroy all this.
Cheek blond after hes word terribly sore, brunet with all his might push on he palm, do not worry about about boy. He jerks off his pants and underwear, throwing his clothes somewhere to the side.
— Shut up! - and again the blow fell on the already left cheek and the second hand the man strokes the sides of Naruto's lower back.
A louder groan was heard from the younger, his hands, which were tied to the sides of the bed, twitched every minute, erasing the soft skin into blood. It's all feeling brought discomfort, disgust to yourself and to the black-eye man
Cheek was terribly sick, blond even turned away, putting the place where the blow had fallen to the pillow in bed. Man takes and throws one leg Naruto on his shoulders, one hand holds on to the small of his back, and the second hand takes a small jar of lubricant from his pocket, quickly smears his fingers. In the next minute, he begins to develop a ring of muscles, trying to manage as quickly as possible in order to deliver the desired pleasure. Boy just mumbled, biting his lip, clenching his jaw, these movements are completely inaccurate, it hurts, and the hand that squeezes his side with great force gives contrast to this pain. The fingers disappear, and only for a second there was a slight relief, followed by repeated pain, the walls expanded under strong pressure, the guy allowed himself to scream painfully, this is unbearable.
— Please stop it! — salty liquid is already accumulating, preventing you from seeing what is happening normally.
Man don't wanna hear it, raising his pelvis, enters deeper, with a hiss of feel pain from the squeezed muscles that were not allowed to go further. Brunet decided to let blonde get used to the sensations for a while so that he could relax.
When the torment ends, the blond breathed a sigh of relief, blinking away the drops of tears that flow in a lonely stream over the skin and soak into the fabric. Younger feel how the liquid flows down the thighs, looking down, notices a small red spot where blood flows from it, was creepy.
When he relax a little, the brunet felt it, again increasing pressure to enter completely. Pain was not so strong but it was not enough to be relaxed in this position. Uzumaki bit his lip, Madara noticed this and reaches out for a gentle kiss to lick the droplets of blood, apologizing. But does not stop its movement, enters to the end, uttering a quiet growl in the blond's ear.
Now no-one will stop him in, the man picks up the pace faster and faster, thereby hurting the guy under him, the body is not yet used to the size and sensations, as the movement begins inside, and the blood flows. Tears rolled again, too painful, the hands of the dark-eyed rough wandered over the body, lingering on his ass, at such moments making especially deep thrusts. No need to wait longer for this torture, the orgasm came faster, blue-eyed, when felt that the friend's member began to get bigger, he understood that they would most likely end on him, this sincerely didn't want to.
That peak came, the black-eyes moaned loudly, bending down to the shoulders of the younger, biting to muffle his voice, where under his ear he moaned pleading requests to leave, with a break for a groan. Man still came out, with a characteristic squelch, and fell down in bed, blond later tried to get up, but fell to the floor, but freed up the place for brunet.
Naruto rises to his feet after some minute and sticking along the wall goes to the door, finding that it is closed, the guy has no choice and go look for the keys, and maybe will go try to get dressed. The whole body hurt mercilessly, the shoulder burns from the bite, and on the lower back, clearly visible fingerprints are cleared up. The guy tried to make everything as fast as possible to get out of this place.
After this situation at the party, it's only been a couple of day's. Uzumaki never left his house, having locked himself in it initially, as soon as he arrived. There were only two people an exception, which blond allowed to enter to him.
New day will end as it began. Rainy weather at lunchtime, a young woman hurries to hide from the rain, running under the porch of houses. She was of average height, dark hair, light eyes of an unusual colour, dressed rather modestly. Dark-hair, noticing the house, hurried up to knock, she couldn't go to her home in such a downpour, she would get sick. Knocking softly, the light-eyed girl moved a couple of steps away from the door, seeing how it opens, where a man stood on the threshold of the opening, with a tired face, slightly elongated hair, and she can see the muscles because man of the T-shirt.
— Hello Itachi. — the girl said shyly, looking at the man and her cheeks turned a little red.
— Hello Hinata, why did you come, didn't you get wet? Rain anyway. - looking around at the dark-haired, he said, worry about her.
— Could you…– Hyuga closed her eyes and paused to calm herself. — Give me a ride to Naruto-kun?
— Okay, I was going to visit him too, but later, I think I can and now.
The shocked face's fixed their gaze on the young man that was lying on the bed, with the kitchen knife in the heart around the red spot. Brunet quickly ran up to the fair-haired man, not believing this loss, and the young woman remained in the opening, who was afraid to see all this.
The guy's heart is no longer beating, the pulse has stopped, his eyes are closed, and the smile is always imprinted on this face, his blue eyes are hidden in the darkness from the local world. A dark night gave way to a clear blue day. The sun shone for too long, and lost its energy, it seems forever.
— Naruto..!
— Itachi-san, you can't save him anymore ... You yourself understand it, - the girl says disappointedly, tears flowed from her eyes, she herself did not believe in the death of best friend, but the reality is.
– «Naruto, I'm sorry.» — the brunette apologized for their recent quarrel, on a simple guess about treason, although he recently found out the real situation, and is very sorry that he did not come earlier, maybe his boyfriend would still be alive.
Naruto Uzumaki left this world with a heavy death, his psyche could not stand it from what he experienced, deciding on a difficult act, stab himself with a knife in order to die and not look at himself in the mirror every day, so that don't feeling disgust to yourself, to don't feel the touch of a loved one. This path seemed right for the blonde guy, but it wasn't. You need to live, in any situation there is a way out, you just don't like it.
Love destroys people, and not mutual leaves a wound in the heart.
«Don't kill yourself, whatever it takes, live it, live it please... I begin you...
I love you Itachi.»