A/N: Apparently, my girlfriend made a deal with S. Wright behind my back. From what I've heard, will update her story I want you so bad, if I update this one. I truly hope she/he will, because I love her/his stories. Feels like I'm doing commercial here. Again. (Oh, I'm so naughty!)
So, here it is. The second chapter. ItaNaru – I hope you like it, since it's my first ItaNaru lemon. The chapter isn't proof-read yet. Sorry.
Bleaching
An animalistic roar echoed through the studio and out through the big doors. Everybody within a mile radius stiffened and looked around for any kind of dangerous animals. The roar bounced against the dark beige walls, ringing in their ears.
"Again! Do it again!" A white-haired man yelled. He was almost abnormally tall and had very broad shoulders. He was dressed in an ugly red jacket, not having bothered to take it off. His shoulders slumped as he walked up on the set.
The two men on the sofa lay completely still as Jiraiya, the director, towered over them. The grim look on his face told them everything they needed to know. He pointed a big finger at the man who was lying under the other.
"You! Stop making sounds! I can hear them, thank you very much!" Jiraiya threw his hands in the air. "I thought you were professional, Uchiha Itachi – but nooo! Stop making sounds while making out with Blondie!"
The man lying under the other didn't even scowl, but he did get upset. He sat up, making the man topping him – Uzumaki Naruto, the director's favourite actor – fall down on the floor with a yelp. Itachi stood up and stared straight at the director before speaking. Jiraiya didn't even flinch, but merely got even more irritated.
"You try to make out with Naruto without making sounds," Itachi said with a perfectly balanced voice, implying that the task was impossible. "And why, if I may ask, am I not allowed to make sounds?"
Jiraiya sighed and walked back behind the camera. "You're the dominant one; you're supposed to be all mysterious and alluring. You're not very alluring while grunting, I tell you!"
Itachi sat down on the sofa again. He snapped his fingers. "Fine. Let's do it again. But let me have you know – I do not grunt."
"Yeah, sure, whatever." Jiraiya motioned to Naruto to get up again.
The blonde sighed. "Come on, Itachi, let get this over with."
"That's the spirit, Naruto!" Jiraiya boomed, pumping his fists in the air. "The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we get to the main part! And by 'main part' I mean the sex!"
Naruto rolled his eyes and waited for Itachi to lie down on the sofa again. Once the Uchiha was lying down, Naruto climbed up on top of him. He entwined his hands with Itachi's, letting them rest on the armrest above Itachi's head.
He could feel Itachi's disco stick poke his hipbone. But he put on a dazed smile and leaned in, pressing his lips against Itachi's. They were so soft that he just couldn't get enough of them. Itachi's warm hands hardened their grip, and Naruto mewled pathetically into the kiss.
He hated playing such a sweet role, since it didn't fit him at all. He wasn't macho or anything, but he definitely was not like the character he was currently playing. Maybe that was why he loved it.
"Ah!" Naruto gasped when Itachi bucked his hips up discreetly, so discreetly that no one in the studio could ever notice. He trailed kisses over Itachi's impassive face, down to his ear. He lowered his voice so that no one would hear. "You're on dangerous waters...stop playing with me..."
Itachi didn't respond, mainly because Jiraiya would certainly kill him if he made another sound. Instead he freed one of his hands and put it on Naruto's back, caressing through Naruto's dress shirt.
Naruto's, now free, hand was soon entangled in Itachi's silky, long hair. He yanked in it slightly, secretly wanting revenge. No one shoved Uzumaki Naruto off a sofa unpunished!
The blonde leaned back slightly, parting his lips and let Itachi stick his tongue in between them. He sucked on the wet muscle, and Itachi's hands were now groping his butt, pushing their erections together. Naruto nibbled and sucked on Itachi's tongue, his hands now placed on each side of Itachi's head.
He let out a surprised sound as Itachi spread his legs, now both bent by the knees, making Naruto slid down a little closer to the Uchiha's dick.
"Ooh...yes...Kyo!" Naruto forced Itachi's character's name out of his mouth, trying to remind the Uchiha that they, in fact, were still being recorded for the movie.
"Zoom in on Itachi's hands on Naruto's ass," Jiraiya ordered in a hushed voice. Naruto could hear him, though. The magic was gone as soon as the director had spoken. The blonde sat up, still straddling Itachi. He looked straight in at the camera with fiercely blue eyes, causing Jiraiya to look up on the actual set instead.
"You destroyed it!" Naruto threw his hands up in the air. He shifted on top of Itachi, making the Uchiha grip his hips harshly, but Naruto couldn't care less at the moment. He tried to catch his breath, but he was still panting from the hot make-out session as he threw Jiraiya a dirty glare.
The white-haired man shrugged. "Fine. That's all for today, folks! Don't bother wrapping up, we'll continue like this tomorrow!"
Naruto and Itachi watched from the couch on the scene how the crew grabbed their personal belongings before following the director out of the local. Once they were gone, Naruto was yanked down by his collar. He moaned into Itachi's mouth, letting the pink muscle dance with his own.
Itachi's hands moved over his back, down to his butt again. He kneaded Naruto's ass, making the blonde grind their hips together almost violently.
Naruto broke their kiss, loving that he was the one that made Itachi hiss as he crawled back. He came face to crotch with Itachi's erection and grinned madly. He nuzzled his face into Itachi's jeans. He knew that the courage and high self-esteem he had right now came only because he was in the studio, but that didn't matter. He still liked it, even if it was false.
"N-naruto..." Itachi bucked his hips up in Naruto's face. The blonde unbuttoned and unzipped the Uchiha's pants quickly, pulling them down together with a pair of black boxers. Itachi's hard dick poked up, and Naruto stuck out his tongue, trailing the muscle up to the tip. "Ah! Yes...!"
The taste was bitter, but it didn't stop Naruto's lips to part and take the head in. He licked over the slit, sucking up the precum before swallowing. He relaxed in the back of his throat, inhaling slowly before exhaling. He swallowed more and more of Itachi's dick.
Itachi clenched his jaws together, his hands gripping Naruto's hair to force the blonde down further. Naruto sucked harshly, bobbing his head up and down, his hands cupping the Uchiha's balls and massaging them gently. Said Uchiha groaned lowly, bucking his hips up and almost choking Naruto in the process.
Naruto pulled back, a thin chain of drool between his lips to Itachi's erection. His eyes never left the dick as he leaned back slightly, his hands still on Itachi's thighs. He caressed them, carefully, not bothered by the fact that the man was glaring dangerously at him because he had stopped sucking.
"Naruto," Itachi growled. The blonde looked up, a false innocent expression on his face. The innocent look didn't make Itachi soften at all. "Do you top or bottom?"
"I'm mostly on top–"
"Good," Itachi interrupted. "That means your ass is tight for me."
"Then why don't you come and get it," Naruto whispered seductively before pushing himself off the Uchiha's chest. He walked off the scene, standing behind the camera. Itachi was still lying on the comfortable sofa; prompt up on his elbows and looking over at the blonde, a shocked expression trying to form on his impassive face.
Naruto scrunched his nose, seeing Itachi perfectly well through the camera.
His eyes widened.
Jiraiya had left it on – on purpose. Naruto let out a deep, throaty moan that even surprised himself as he put his hands on the big, black camera. He started to stroke it, unconsciously.
"Itachi," he all but moaned, "why don't you...undress?"
The Uchiha gave him a meek look of surprise. "Excuse me?"
Naruto bit his lower lip. The situation was kind of turning him on – he had done a lot of naughty things in his life. But he had never ever recorded it...well, at least not in a real studio.
He watched Itachi stand up before the camera. Of course Itachi had already figured out that the camera was on. Naruto's throat went dry when a pale chest was relieved, and Itachi's shirt was thrown away.
Long fingers gripped the hem of the jeans, pulling them down.
Naruto bit his lips, his heavy breaths being the only thing that could be heard as Itachi pulled down his pants seductively. His grip on the camera tightened slightly as he was allowed to see the bulge in Itachi's boxers.
"Mmm..." He wanted something to happen now – he had never been a patient child, so why would he start now? "Oh, Itachi..."
His hand travelled down over his chest, down in his own pants, which were a little too big for him since the jeans weren't his to begin with. He would never wear this kind of tight jeans in private, but he was an actor after all.
He abandoned the camera, pulling off his own shirt before he appeared on the scene in front of Itachi.
As an actor, you have to remember the angles, and Naruto always knew what angle he looked best in, and how he was supposed to stand when the camera was positioned as it was now. He leaned to the right, leaving it to Itachi to follow the little step.
Big hands were placed on his hips, pulling him closer. He brought his hands up, in automatic defence, and his palms were now against a well-toned chest. Itachi's warm skin under his hands felt good. No – great.
He let out a small, disappointed sound when Itachi didn't make a move. He leaned up, pressing his lips against Itachi's harshly. When he pulled back, Itachi's eyes were closed and his lips slightly parted. The blonde spotted a speck of drool on the Uchiha's lower lip and immediately took it in to clean it off with his own saliva.
He felt how Itachi finally responded, his hands massaging Naruto's lower back. When the hands disappeared, Naruto emitted a strangled sound into Itachi's mouth, but the Uchiha couldn't care less as he moved to get Naruto out of his clothes.
It wasn't until they both stood stark naked that Itachi let Naruto kiss him again, and the feeling of their bodies touching was almost disturbingly erotic. Naruto groaned when Itachi rudely spanked his ass. It wasn't enough for Itachi, and Naruto gasped when Itachi raised his hand again.
This time, Naruto stumbled back, only to fall down on the sofa. Itachi smirked, as if it had been his plan all along. "Now, Naruto," he said in a dark tone, "I'll show you how we do this, Uchiha-style."
Naruto chuckled, spreading his legs so that Itachi could lie between them. "Please, show me, Itachi-sama..."
Itachi smirked, and Naruto could practically see the man's ego growing. "Call me that again, Blondie."
"Only if you don't – ah – call me 'Blondie'," Naruto growled out. The nickname only made him think of the old men within the film industry that used it. Itachi didn't say anything again, and he let his smooth hands caress Naruto's naked thighs.
The fingers tickled near his privates, but didn't go all the way.
"Please..." Naruto clenched his eyes shut, feeling Itachi's blunt nails scraping over his inner thighs. "Itachi-sama... Hit me..."
If Naruto had had his eyes open, he might have noticed the way Itachi's eyebrows flew up to meet his hairline. And then how the Uchiha's smirk grew into a down right sick grin.
"Of course."
Itachi only had to reach down to the floor and pull the belt out from the loops in the jeans he had been wearing. Naruto fluttered his eyes open when Itachi didn't do anything. His eyes widened upon the sight of the tall man holding a belt in his hands. His breathing became heavier by just thinking on what Itachi could do with the belt.
"Turn over. Now."
The tone sent shivers down Naruto's spine – so cold, so demanding. But he obeyed nonetheless, biting on his index finger and facing the camera. He didn't see Itachi, but he could hear the older man's ragged breathing. The sound of leather cutting through air was the only warning he got before the belt collided with his ass.
He let out a strangled sound, biting down on the finger in his mouth. It snapped again, and Naruto gasped, closing his eyes. The third hit made Naruto fall over on all fours, and he groaned from the stinging pain.
Itachi didn't make a single sound, biting his tongue to keep his thoughts from escaping his mouth. The blonde's squirming was driving him nuts, and the moaning didn't help his aroused state in any way.
He raised the belt, loving the snap it made when it hit Naruto's back.
A broken, pathetic moan passed the blonde's lips, and Naruto felt ashamed of himself. The way he craved to be humiliated was embarrassing, but he knew that the shame would disappear as soon as Itachi was inside of him.
"How do you want it, Naruto?"
Itachi leaned forward; his naked chest pressed against Naruto's abused back, his lips pressed against Naruto's ear. He pushed up against the younger man, making Naruto gasp at the feeling of Itachi's hot, big dick.
Itachi bucked his hips forward once more, closing his eyes and breathing hotly into Naruto's ear. "I asked you a question, Naruto. Answer it." Itachi gripped Naruto's hair, pulling his head back. "Now!"
Naruto groaned, trying to keep all his sounds inside. "I want it..."
"What do you want?" Itachi's voice was such a turn-on. It was so low and demanding, not rising in tone or growling. Just clear and oh-so-evil. "Tell me!"
"I..." Naruto hiccupped, his head having been brought back even more, exposing his smooth neck to the camera. "...I want it so badly... up my ass." His voice sounded so hoarse, his throat straining from the slightly painful position.
"What do you want up your ass, Naruto?" Itachi suddenly pushed Naruto's head forward, letting the blonde rest his neck for a few seconds, and he let go of the silky hair. "Turn around and show me what you want to have in your ass."
Itachi stood up, and Naruto stayed on all fours by his feet to regain his breath. The entire situation – the camera recording their every movement – was turning him on so intensely. He swallowed, trying to clear his foggy head from naughty thoughts.
"Didn't you hear me?"
The snap and the stinging pain on Naruto's back was the only thing that told him that he had been hit by the belt again. He let out a moan, only choke on it. He turned around, standing on his knees in front of the Uchiha. He came face to crotch with Itachi's dick, his eyes narrowing at the sight. It almost hurt inside of him, the need of Itachi's hands on his body growing.
"I want this," Naruto whispered and poked his tongue out. He leaned forward, licking the underside of Itachi's long shaft, lapping up the salty precum. He tried to control his breathing, but it was just as uneven and loud as before. His pants were almost everything he could hear, besides Itachi's own breath. "Please? Let me have this up my ass."
Itachi smirked, arching a perfectly shaped eyebrow. "How bad do you want it, you filthy little slut? Show me how much you want it."
Naruto obeyed immediately, looking up to reach the tip of Itachi's cock. He sucked at the underside, planting wet, open-mouthed kisses along the entire length. He brought his hands up, exploring the insides of Itachi's thighs. The taller man hissed, one hand burying itself in blonde hair, biting his tongue to keep quiet.
"Please... I'll do... anything..." Naruto said between kisses, his eyes half-closed as he moved to stand up. The hand in his hair immediately pulled him back down.
"Did I say that you were allowed to stand, Naruto?"
Naruto shook his head. "I'm sorry," he said softly. The way Itachi spoke to him, as if he was worth nothing but trash, as if he didn't deserve to exist... He whimpered, his breath colliding hotly against Itachi's crotch. It was an amazing feeling, being put down like this.
"You don't sound sorry to me," Itachi remarked. Naruto gasped when the taller man pulled him up by his hair, pressing his lips against Naruto's, biting down on the blonde's lower lip to demand entrance. Entrance was granted immediately, Naruto trying to repay from having disobeyed.
Naruto wrapped his arms around Itachi's neck, Itachi putting his hands on Naruto's ass. Their tongues moved, saliva mixing and teeth clanking against each other in the violent kisses.
When they broke apart, the saliva dribbled down their chins, but Naruto lapped it up from the Uchiha's pale skin. "Now," Itachi murmured against Naruto's lips. "I want you to spread your legs for me."
Naruto smirked, sliding down by Itachi's body, standing on his knees to look up at the other man. "How do you want me, Itachi-sama? From behind? Like doggies?" Naruto bit his lip innocently, his ice blue eyes glittering in mischief.
"On your back," Itachi instructed, nodding towards the sofa. Obeying, Naruto moved over to the sofa, lying on his back. His lips were parted, his breath coming out in little huffs as he spread his legs. He threw his arms over the armrest where he was resting his head. Itachi's smirk grew.
As the Uchiha made himself comfortable between Naruto's legs, the blonde closed his eyes and let Itachi do the preparation. Two half-ass lubricated fingers slowly entered him. He recognised the feeling, understanding that Itachi had used his sperm to coat his fingers.
He hissed, his eyes clenching shut when Itachi moved his fingers in and out. He tried to swallow the moan that was bubbling up his throat, but it came out as a strangled cry. Itachi looked so superior, as he caressed Naruto's thigh, his fingers stretching and exploring inside of the masochist.
When the fingers disappeared, he opened his eyes, furrowing his brows in annoyance. He looked up, wanting more. Itachi looked so hot; raven-coloured strands sticking to his sweaty face, his dark eyes focused on the sexy body before him. Naruto yelped at the feeling of something pushing against his hole, and he spread his legs further.
"Good boy," Itachi murmured. He moved his hips forward, his big hands cupping Naruto's ass as he slowly pushed himself inside. Naruto arched up against him. The friction between their chests was almost enough to drive Naruto crazy, and he brought his hands up to Itachi's shoulders. "Mmm..."
When Itachi pulled out, Naruto let out a deep moan, his hands coming to Itachi's back – clawing.
"Ah!" Itachi hissed, glaring down on the blonde under him. Naruto's palms were sweaty against Itachi's already sweat-covered back, but the feeling of Naruto caressing his back soon disappeared, only to be replaced by clawing. Naruto's blunt nails were sharp against his pale, sweaty skin. He hissed again, letting Naruto know that it wasn't appreciated.
"If you don't like it... why don't you stop it, ah?" Naruto whispered hoarsely as he clawed on the Uchiha's back yet again. Itachi stared down on the blonde, a silent threat of punishment hanging in the air. Naruto's ice blue eyes glittered with mischief and expectation. He wanted to be punished.
Itachi gripped the blonde's wrists, not even considering being gentle. He pinned them above Naruto's head, leaning down – effectively sinking deeper into the blonde's hole – and captured the younger actor's lips. The kiss was wet and harsh – Itachi was sure that he had bit Naruto's upper lip at least twice when they broke apart.
"Stop that," Itachi growled. He thrust into Naruto harshly, making the younger man arch up against him and gasp in surprise. "If you ever think of clawing on me again..." He moved his hips forward, making Naruto move slightly with him. The blonde wrapped his legs around Itachi's hips, bucking downwards.
"Itachi-sama," he purred. "You feel so good... Oh!"
Naruto let out a scream when Itachi leaned down to bite his neck. The scream was turned into a groan as soon as the older man's teeth had sunken in his skin properly. The warm, burning feeling went immediately to his groin, and he wished that Itachi would just move.
But before he got his chance to complain, Itachi read his mind. The Uchiha pressed closer to Naruto, his face buried in the blonde's neck. His sweaty forehead rested against Naruto's sweaty shoulder; they were pressed chest to chest with each other; Naruto's legs were wrapped around Itachi's waist.
It was as if they had melted together. Into one.
Itachi was dangerously hot, feeling more aroused now than anytime before. His breathing was ragged, coming out in small, rough huffs. His cold, narrow eyes were clenched shut as he thrust in and out – almost too harshly.
"Uunnh... Nngh..."
Naruto had his nose scrunched, eyes half-closed and glazed over. He had buried both of his hands in Itachi's silky hair, refraining from clawing the other on his back. He pulled slightly, making Itachi take a grip on his hip, his fingernails scratching against Naruto's skin.
Naruto threw his head back, letting Itachi's sweaty body move on top of him, going faster. He tried to keep the sounds inside, but the gasps and the whines left his mouth anyway.
"Ah!" Naruto let out a shriek, knowing that he would hate the way he sounded when he watched their movie afterwards. But the feeling of Itachi hitting his prostate was so good that he didn't care if he sounded like a girl. He hummed, biting his lower lips and trying not to pull in Itachi's hair.
Itachi felt how Naruto clenched around him, his tanned and lean body tensing under him. And then it came. The warm sensation of Naruto climaxing against their stomachs. He groaned, loving the way Naruto's cum was smeared out between them as he moved in and out of the blonde.
"I-Itachi," Naruto murmured, unconsciously tugging at the raven-coloured hair. "Itachi-sama... you were so go-ood." His voice broke as Itachi thrust inside of him again, and he let out a strange sound.
The Uchiha moved in and out, seemingly not getting enough, even though Naruto was clenching around him. The blonde blinked, trying to focus. His hands left Itachi's hair, coming down over Itachi's back to caress and touch.
Itachi grunted, spurting his seed into the tight ass without a single regret. He tensed, his motions slowing down. "Fuck," he muttered into Naruto's ear. The blonde merely hummed in reply. Itachi, not satisfied with the answer, leaned up a little to bite Naruto's ear.
Naruto gasped as the Uchiha's sharp teeth wandered over his ear shell, down over his neck. His lips moved against Naruto's collarbone, before he decided to relax slightly. The younger man let out a small huff at the Uchiha's weight.
"Move... Off..." Naruto pushed on the Uchiha's chest. Itachi moved away, standing up to get dressed. Naruto stretched, arching his back, reminding Itachi of a cat. Itachi didn't say anything as he put his hair back in a proper ponytail, putting his jacket on.
Naruto fluttered his eyes close, a small smile on his lips as he fell asleep there, on the couch. Itachi stared at the younger, naked actor. He knew that Naruto was a heavy sleeper – it was a well-known fact. So...
A small, greedy smirk ran over Itachi's features.
To Be Continued
A/N: Review, or I'll send you a piece of my bad mood. Seriously, I'm worse than a PMS-ing Sakura at the moment. It would make me really happy if you reviewed. I hope y'all liked it, since it was my first ItaNaru lemon.