In Darkness Take Me
Inspired by a picture of Itachi and Madara embracing and looking smexy and evil…at the same time.
Madara looked at Itachi; his own little angel had come back to him, covered in the blood of their clan. Lithe and slender, the teenager stepped towards him. Madara enfolded Itachi in his arms, petting his hair as it fell down his back, so soft; it seemed to Madara that everything about Itachi was soft. His perfect face and pale skin, all so soft.
He moved back and looked down at Itachi's face; the prodigy looked up at him, solemnly studying his teacher. Madara bent and captured those oh-so-soft lips with his own, Itachi's arms wound around his neck and the kiss deepened. It became a hungry, desperate thing, Itachi surrendering his mouth to be plundered by Madara.
Quick fingers stripped Itachi of his ANBU armor and katana. Madara ran his hand down Itachi's side and took his hip in a grip so hard it made the younger Uchiha gasp, Madara pressed harder and the gasp became a pained moan. Itachi bit Madara's lip hard enough to draw blood and then licked the blood away.
The elder Uchiha looked at Itachi, lips painted with blood and eyes lambent with desire, it stole his breath. He picked up the slight Uchiha and carried him to the bed and dropped him upon it. Madara stepped back and removed all of his clothes. Itachi crawled to the edge of the bed; having lost his own clothes sometime during Madara's undressing.
The younger stared in unashamed awe at Madara's throbbing length. Itachi looked up at Madara's face, and then, seeming to have found some answer or silent form of admission he dipped his head and took Madara in his mouth. The elder gasped and threw his head back as Itachi suckled ferverently at him. So soft, Itachi's mouth was so warm and soft as velvet. Madara looked down at Itachi; all of that silken hair had come undone from its usual ponytail and was pooled around the younger on the bed, a few locks falling down his back, nearly to his waist.
He grabbed a handful of Itachi's hair and started to thrust into his mouth. Itachi made a low sound, somewhere between a moan and a gasp and the vibrations drove Madara over the edge. The elder orgasmed and spilled himself into Itachi's mouth. The younger drank down his seed as though it were the water of life, licking clean Madara's manhood.
Itachi sat back and Madara looked at him again, those sin-dark eyes and that wicked mouth, pouting swollen and stained with blood and bruises from their ferocious kisses. His eyes trailed down Itachi's body, milk-pale and perfect, except for the large handprint-shaped bruise on Itachi's hip that he had made earlier. Madara smiled; more a showing of teeth than an expression of any emotion.
He flipped Itachi over and pushed into him, still slick from Itachi's mouth. The younger was tight and hot but still oh-so-soft. Madara ran his hands up Itachi's thighs, spreading his legs even farther, cupping that tight, perfect ass in his hands and gripping his hips once again.
As lost in ecstasy as he was Madara dimly registered the needy moans and pleading entreaties for him to move from Itachi as the younger ground against him in desperate attempts to drive him deeper. Madara looked down at Itachi, perfect and pretty, on all fours in front of him and complied. He drew out and Itachi made whimpering sounds of loss, Madara slowly pushed back in and Itachi's hands fisted in the bedding as he moaned deep in his throat.
Madara bent forward and kissed the back of Itachi's neck, balancing himself on one hand as the other firmly kept Itachi in place, he continued his agonizingly slow pace and listened to the delicious little sounds Itachi was making, interspersed with breathless pleas for him to go faster and harder and to please just fuck me, Shishou.
Madara shifted positions again, he fisted his hand in Itachi's hair and pushed his upper body down even farther as he himself stood up. He thrusted wildly; driving himself as deep as he could go into the younger, trying to weld their bodies together. Itachi screamed, a short sweet sound to Madara's ears, and began calling on as many gods as he knew the names of, listing Madara among them.
They continued like this, Madara plundering Itachi's body the way he had his mouth, trying to fill him completely and utterly until there was no room for anything but himself.
A shudder ran through Itachi's body as he orgasmed, spasming around Madara and once again driving him over the edge. Madara spilled himself deep into Itachi, the younger writhing and moaning as the scalding heat filled him. Collapsing as his limbs stopped functioning properly.
Madara got into bed, gathering Itachi into his arms as he pulled a sheet up to cover them. Pausing as he did so to admire the matching handprint-shaped bruises he had made. He smiled and chastely kissed Itachi's bruised lips.
"Mine." He said with finality.
Itachi's eyes fluttered open and he looked up at Madara.
"Yours."
The End
Ack! It took me 13 and-a-half hours to write this. I had to keep stopping because of major nosebleeds.
Any way, to see the picture I am talking about the link is in my account; it is under one of the spoiler tags.
I hereby dedicate this story to the Madara x Itachi FC at NarutoFan.
R&R, if you please!
Flamers will be made to watch the 4kids version of One Piece until they like it. (Yes, I am evil.)
Hehe… Bye for now.
Kalevala
Note: this story was formerly posted on my secondary account Ange d'Enfers but i had to move it here because some bastard hacker person jacked the e-mail account it was based on.