Only in my nightmares

(part one - Itachi)

He's always there. Watching me. It's like he thinks I cant see it but I do. A simple brush over my skin when he passes me in the barracks, the feel of his flesh sending ice-cold shivers painfully up my spine. I'm not allowed to tell him no.

He's not the only one in this god forsaken place. There are others. The religious one... He likes to leave me bleeding... The terrorist, such a cheeky grin and cocky attitude... But there is always Him. Itachi. The raven haired one. The prodigy of his clan.

I catch myself staring but he takes it as an invitation and makes me regret it..

Temari paced her cell, waiting for the sun to come up so she can get out once again.

Maybe he wont show up.

She chewed her lip as another half hour continues by and no one enters the dungeon like area. Her hands clench and twist the rags tied around her body in make shift clothing, her hips marred with angry bruises, clearly visible in the florescent lighting. She flinched when she heard a door creak slowly open. The familiar gait of his walk...

"Hello again my little desert flower." His sultry dark voice purred from the shadows. Temari stepped back, her hand behind her to warn if she was getting closer to the wall.

"I-Itachi!" She blinked, stumbling back a bit but he caught her before her head met the stone. She shuddered as his arm pulled her closer, forcefully pressing her up against his chest, his mouth already down and nipping along her neck hungrily. The blonde grunted, her hands tightening on his shirt so she could shove him off. "W-Wait! Please, just.. until the sun comes up and im not down here."

She flinched as she felt him growl against her neck angrily and she feared the teeth as they had clamped to her skin.

Please dont hurt me Itachi!

But she knew she would rather him to the silver haired psycho that cut into her, still carving his twisted design into her leg when he wasnt breaking her arm or ribs.

The sand sister felt his hand as they grasped around her waist, pushing the battered and torn robe out-of-the-way. She shook her head, her hands pressing against his chest in a futile attempt at putting space between them.

The Akatsuki member wasnt pleased, his dark eyes glaring daggers in her direction. moving a hand to her throat, he snarled, shoving her roughly against the wall and holding her there. Temari whimpered, her hands grasping at his wrist as she felt him grinding up against her. "I-Itachi please!" She begged, her teal eyes watering painfully as she gasped for oxygen.

Before she could even think, he had uncovered himself, smirking that signature Uchiha way they were known for.

His dark laughter filled her ears as he pushed himself into her, forcing her legs up on his waist. Itachi's hand squeezed around her neck, threating her to make a move. The broken flower cried and tried shifting her hips, the heated tears of pain clouding her eyes as he stretched her. "Itachi! Please dont!" She pleaded, her entire body shuddering as he started moving, not giving her a chance to get used to him, not that he ever did.

Temari screamed as he bit down on her neck again, drawing blood as he pounded into her roughly.

"That's right my little flower. Scream for me." He smirked against her neck, his hips meeting hers with a continuous smacking sound that echoed through the near empty cell. Temari was still crying, her fingers clenching around his wrist as he held her up by her throat still.

His movement became rougher after what seemed like ages, her vision dimming as she struggled to get a bit air. Itachi grunted a bit, his hand tightening around her neck even more, a dark and sadistic growl escaping him as he felt his release coming.

Temari was to the point of blacking out, her body feeling weak. She felt her nasuea rising as her body filled with warmth after a few more of his thrusts. She grunted, crying as he dropped her on the floor. Slowly, but surely, her vision came back to her but he was already gone, leaving her to suffer in silence as he slammed the door leading to the dungeon shut behind him.

A/N:

I may have some spelling errors, point them out and I still may not fix them.

Written for DirtyLikeHell 3

Just be patient, next part should be up here soon.