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Warnings: Lime in this chapter, but I don't think anything qualifies for trigger warnings… Please let me know if you feel otherwise and I will update the chapter with them!
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When One Betrays
Chapter 5: Red Dreams
It had been a few months since Sasuke had left, and Naruto was still hurt from not being enough to bring him back. He'd been discharged from the hospital now and would soon head out on his long mission with Jiraiya.
He looked to his stripped bed, remembering how many times he'd been forced onto it by Itachi. But the elder Uchiha hadn't come back for him since he'd used Kyuubi to help him in their fight. He wondered why the visits suddenly stopped. Had the man wanted to rape, kill, or kidnap him he could have; the blonde was still no match for someone as skilled with the Sharingan as him.
But he'd left Naruto there on the training fields to be 'saved' by Guy and Asuma-sensei. Part of him wondered if the Uchiha had gotten tired of him, and that's why he no longer came to ravish his body. Disgust worked its way through his veins again. It was bad enough he was ashamed of not be able to protect himself, but to crave Itachi's attention was so much worse.
It was like a small part of him appreciated someone wanting to touch him, even if he was forced into it. The loss of the person closest to him made the desire to be needed that much greater, leaving him hollow now that not even the elder Uchiha was coming around.
Naruto sighed as he finished packing. This was exactly what he needed; an extended time away from this place to focus on himself and his dream of being recognized as the Hokage.
Itachi stood next to Kisame as they watched the two shinobi leave the Hidden Leaf. Despite what Naruto believed, the Uchiha had never gone far; he kept observing from the shadows, plotting his next move.
The Sannin had barely left the teens side since he found out about Itachi's 'visits' but after the showdown at the training fields, the man was practically stalking the boy himself. That was the real reason the missing nin had stayed away. He wouldn't come for Naruto until he was sure he would have enough time to be alone with him and let loose all the sexual build up he had accumulated.
"So, what are we going to do Itachi?" Kisame asked his partner; "It will be difficult to capture the kid with him going off with that Jiraiya fellow."
"Indeed, it will. But the other jinchuriki must be caught first for the sealing ritual, we have plenty of time to make our move" he answered.
There were very few truly evil members in the Akatsuki, most were products of the many wars that had damaged the land and generations too young to experience such turmoil. Kisame knew of his partner's desire to claim the blonde, and as long as the end goal remained the same, what he did to the kid in his free time was none of his concern. Itachi was easier to be around when he wasn't tense, and forcing the kid into his pillow seemed to do the trick.
He swung his large sword back over his shoulder, moving to follow them at a distance. "Guess you were right about your brother running off. How do you always know what is going to happen?"
Itachi followed him, his pace steady. "Human's are all different, but our basic desires are the same; Sasuke and Naruto are no different" he answered.
His mouth may have stopped moving but his brain had not. When the two weren't obtaining information on the blonde, he had been studying scrolls left behind by his clan. He believed he had a good idea of how to keep inserting himself into the youngers mind.
***Time Skip: 6 Months***
Naruto's eyes opened to find himself in a red world with dark clouds. "What a strange dream" he thought.
The blonde walked around for a few minutes, searching the area. "How have you been Naruto?" a voice echoed. He froze, this wasn't real; it couldn't be. The last thing he remembered was falling asleep next to Ero-Sennin. His eyes closed and he took a deep calming breath, willing himself to wake up.
When he reopened them, a familiar form stood before him, red eyes watching him intently. "No!" he shouted, yanking on his hair, "this is a dream! You aren't real and you can't hurt me."
Cold hands reached up and grabbed his warm ones, gently removing them from his blonde locks. "If it is your dream then that must mean you want me to be here Naruto-kun" Itachi cooed.
Naruto looked up at him with tearful eyes, the blue more brilliant from the shimmering liquid. "I-I don't want you here so go away!" he denied, trying to pull himself free.
Itachi released one of the hands to grip the clenched jaw, running his thumb over it lightly. "Do you stop me because you don't want me touching you? Or is it because I'm an enemy of Konoha?" he asked for the second time. Again, Naruto didn't answer. He hung his head low and let out a choked sob.
His mind was reeling; "Am I really so desperate and lonely that I'd dream about the man that uses me for his own pleasure?"
The blonde noticed that the Uchiha hadn't moved, his hands were still on his chin and wrist. A shameful thought started growing in his mind. If this was a dream, then he could do what he wanted and no one would ever know.
He could get the attention he had been craving and then be done with it. A small voice of opposition in the back of his conscious cried out that such a notion was similar to that of a drug addict, but it was being overpowered by need.
Without raising his head, he pushed the cold hand from his jaw and took a step forward, closing the gap between the two of them. His brow rested on the firm chest of the Uchiha, feeling the figments heart start to beat slightly faster.
Itachi let the boy press his body against him, a triumphant smirk forming on his lips. He wrapped his arms around the blonde, massaging the back of his small tan neck. Naruto's scent filled his nose as he breathed in deeply; the boy still smelled like ramen.
The blonde let out a contented sigh and relaxed into the touch, allowing the Uchiha to nuzzle the top of his head. That was more than fine for Itachi. He wondered if Naruto tasted as good as he smelled, but restrained himself; the boy would come to him in time.
Instead, he slipped one of his hands up Naruto's shirt, dragging his blunt nails over the skin. A trail of goosebumps followed in their wake.
"It's time to wake up Naruto…" he whispered.
"Hm?" the blonde mumbled, raising his eyes to see what was happening. The world faded away and left him staring at his very groggy-looking master. "I said it's time to get up kid" Jiraiya repeated, yawning loudly.
A blush spread over Naruto's cheeks, followed by slight disappointment. "So, it was just a dream," he thought.
Itachi opened his own eyes to see Kisame giving him a knowing grin. He smirked in response.
***Time Skip: 3 Months***
He found himself back in the familiar world, knowing what it meant. He was dreaming of Itachi again. Soon enough the dark-haired man materialized, gliding over to stand in front of him.
Before he had a chance to move, the figure gave him a harsh shove, causing him to tumble to his rear. He sat still, supporting himself with his elbows as the Uchiha kneeled over him. Another push to his chest left him lying on his back, with the raven crawling in between his legs.
Those hands were at it again, massaging the tight muscles of his thighs, edging closer to his pelvis. He kept his eyes open, but stared upward at the bloody sky, not daring to look at the man that was touching him.
Pale lips found their way to his neck, marking him from the suction. He allowed himself to gasp softly, digging his nails into the black soil. It seemed like every time the Uchiha came he would give in a little more, let him touch him longer before his shame forced him to fight back.
He was vaguely aware of their shirts being removed, but he tried not to think about it. This was just a dream, and he was just working through the shit storm that had left him emotionally damaged. Or at least, that's what he kept telling himself.
Naruto felt a moan escape him; he couldn't ignore the talented tongue that had latched itself to his sensitive nipple. One of his hands flew to Itachi's head, gripping the long silky black hair, pulling slightly but pushing back too. The Uchiha almost smirked as he felt the boy fight with himself.
He trailed his warm tongue lower, tracing the seal that had appeared on the blonde's stomach. The boy's breath hitched in fear and pleasure. Even if this was his dream, Itachi was after the Kyuubi, and his seal was visible. The blonde glanced down nervously, his eyes catching the Uchiha's as he dipped his tongue into Naruto's sensitive belly button.
The boy let out a loud hiss at the sensation, his member becoming more erect as time progressed. Naruto's head dropped back to the soil as his back arched into the feeling. He almost moaned the elder's name when he felt his teeth grazing over him, but he stopped himself; his pride still too strong to give in that much.
"What do you think about when you let me touch you Naruto?" Itachi asked between his light kisses. The blonde turned his head to the side, his abdomen still tingling from the soft lips.
Then it was over. He woke to find himself laying under the stars, his skin still heated from the imaginary contact. "You…" he breathed heavily, guilt and shame coloring his whispered voice.
Naruto trained with Jiraiya, though his mind was elsewhere again. He couldn't get over how real the dreams always felt, but he'd be damned if he let the pervert know what he had done.
"Naruto, you won't ever be able to defend yourself against genjutsu if you don't pay attention" the Sage gripped. "What has you so distracted recently?"
The blonde didn't answer, but felt the shame wash over his face; he heard his sensei sigh. "Look is it Sasuke again?"
He shook his head, no it wasn't the younger Uchiha that had been plaguing his thoughts, but rather the older one. "Pervy Sage, is this training really necessary? I doubt it will make much of a difference if I have to go up against Itachi."
The old man had to admit that his pupil was right. If you were in a battle with a Sharingan user, you would need to have another person there to bring you out of the trap. But there were other people in the world that used genjutsu in combat, and the kid needed to be prepared for anything if he was going to become strong.
He'd already explained this to the blonde before, but it was understandable that Itachi was the one on his mind. The old man couldn't imagine the terror he must feel knowing that his body was in danger because it held the Kyuubi, but also because the Uchiha had seemed to take a personal liking to it.
The two sat on a ledge and took a break. "The Akatsuki hasn't come after you since before you left Konoha right? I know I may not look it, but I am an ultra-powerful shinobi. They wouldn't dare mess with you while I'm around." Jiraiya explained.
Naruto let his shoulders hang forward as he spoke: "but you won't always be around Ero-Sennin."
"That's true, but don't forget that I trained the Fourth myself! He was my star pupil back in the day! You remind me a lot of him and I think you just might be able to surpass him if you put in the effort" he assured.
The blonde perked up at the compliment; he was honored to be compared to the Yondaime in such a way. He jumped up from his seat and gave a loud stretch, his worries leaving him, if only for a short while.
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