Hide and flee
What was supposed to be a simple mission turns out to be a game of hide and seek. Kakashi fails to hide from an unopened eye, battling the Uchiha for the same purpose while Itachi lusts for a different goal. Warning: Yaoi, violence, rape. Rated for upcoming chapters
Disclaimer: I own the story, the environment and the rain… I do NOT own Naruto related characters. I do own the idea of different lives then those currently known to Naruto readers. Like I said, I stopped reading when the exam started, which is very good considering my patience.
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Itachi
I feel the water soak through my cloak, finally fulfilled from the shower raining down on me. Had been as well, for hours now. I feel my clothing slowly stick to me, making every movement simply annoying.
A flock of birds grab my attention, their flight so sudden there had to be something that disturbed them. Or someone…
I keep as still as possible, blending into the darkness. My only problem now is the thin tree branch I currently occupy is unable to hold my still growing weight. Damn the rain and all its water. Soaking the area with all its victims it claims.
Even the shadow scaring the birds has trouble moving. The muddy earth and thick plants he hides in seem to be against him. His attire drenched, blood wearing thin. No wounds visable, no wound fatal as scratches from paper. He is almost cleaned from our last encounter, surely he cannot go on.
Just as much as I…
Our last encounter can hardly be called a battle since he fled before it began. I still remain surprised he had been able to trick me, had been able to get away with simple tricks and mere illusions.
But not anymore. This time he will not get away. Simple hoaxes work only once, and he knows that like no other. He knew from the first time we met, the fear in his eye when nothing would work. The fear that made him down right gorgeous.
Just as the hate he carries, his beauty when he's mad it is still nothing compared to his trembling form. As he backs off into a corner, hiding away like an animal that knows it is going to die, knowing it will not get away no matter how hard it will stand up against its predator. He has been hiding for a long time, just like I had.
But this time I will be ready.
Ready to hold him down, even if I have to pin him down to the ground with a thousand kunai. Chain him down. Force him to fear me knowing there is no way out, no way to fight back. He would have to scream for mercy.
And I would like it when he would do so. Begging me to stop while his icy skin heats up from my ravishing. Pain visible with his tremors as I rip his clothing from his body. He knows I will do that, he knows my stare becomes hungry when he wears his official Jounin "uniform" for too long. He will beg me to leave while I run my hands over his naked body, drawing blood with my teeth and nails. I bet he looks even sexier wet with this rain, the water drawing thin lines over his skin.
I will enjoy every inch of his body, satisfying my needs with his cries as I plunge into him, drawing his pain until he realizes he has no idea what he himself wants. Our bodies one, forcing him to either scream in pain and enjoying this, or screaming in fear, drowning in pain.
To be honest I couldn't care less…
He would become mine eventually over time, be it in a matter of months or years, but tonight would be even better.
I shudder with sheer delight when I think what I am going to do to him. Beat him down with nothing but my bare hands, showing him he had no chance of escape from the beginning. And when Kakashi is nothing more but blood, fear and pain I would show him my fun had yet to begin.
Again I imagine the fear that would crawl through his eyes, his feeble attempts to back away as I kiss him. Ravishing his mouths while my hands roam freely over his body.
What could he do to stop me?
Fight back?
I would love it if he would. Biting me, drawing my blood with the sheer bloodlust, the hate he draws, visible as thin red lines over my back as he scratches, breaking the skin wherever his hands would roam. He would draw my lust as well. It would only serve me to have him harder, force him to scream louder until he himself an no longer hold his moans of pleasure.
I see the subject of my lust crawl through the bushes, coming closer to the tree I currently occupy. He doesn't notice me, my breath and heartbeat never reaching his hearing. Bless this rain for hiding my sounds, and curse this downpour for washing him clean. He passes with the stealth of a feline, his heartbeat racing with anticipation. Too bad it is not rushing for me.
I simply suppress a smile when I realize it will soon enough.
He will scream, he will cry, he will beg me to take him harder. His body bleeding from our battle, broken and losing its strength. He will loath himself when emotions mix, when I bring him pleasure through his pain, forcing him to like whatever I will do to him, and want more when I am done with him.
I leave the tree that hid me from his beautiful eyes and follow him, soon to make him mine.
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Short but the cliffhanger wouldn't let me write more…