Hey, it's Ichigatsu once again. I stopped writing for a little bit but I'm back. I've decided to introduce my original character Ryusuki into many romantic and impossibly hard situations. I want to write more but not in vain so review. First with the sexy weasel we all know and love.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Itachi-kun but I won't lie. I own nothing but Ryusuki and her past. Bwhahahaha!
Deep In Peaceful Konoha:
It was the perfect time to show his dominance over the copy-ninja Kakashi. He had received the Sharingan in one eye but was also outside of the clan. He knew how he had gotten it. It just irked him that he had it. The Mangekyou was a deadly weapon. And to think Kakashi believed he could withstand it. His mistake. He would slowly kill him. Kisame could have the others. And anymore that appeared. He didn't care. There was nothing left in Konoha for him to care for. 'She died a long time ago' he reminded himself silently, the pain evident. No one could see his face anyway, no worries. His hair became tousled after a blow of wind, two shinobi appearing, one an ANBU. He eyed the ANBU. It had to be a girl. She was slim and curvy. Plump in all the right places. As the other jounin helped Kakashi, he noticed the ANBU froze as he turned to her. He blinked and her mask was off and in her hand, her long violet hair swaying behind her.
He stopped breathing. He stopped Kisame from attacking her. "It can't be…" he whispered, taking a few steps forward on the water's surface. She took a few steps as well. A voice, sweeter than any angels and almost too quiet and hurt spoke up. "I…Itachi?" she whispered, his name so sweet rolling off her tongue. He wanted to hold her more than anything at that moment. He thought she was dead. Her face had haunted him more so than the ghosts of his slaughtered clan. He had killed them and yet she seemed more important. He looked over her figure again, taking in her beautiful face, her deep purple eyes, her pale skin in contrast to her slightly reddened lips and cheeks, the column of her neck shadowed by her hair…He was in utter shock. Her breasts were larger than when he had last seen her. But what did he suspect? Her not to change at all? Her waist was slim, her hips were just right, and her legs were long. And also gave him the feeling she was uncomfortable by the way they were positioned. He gazed up at her face, his eyes long since returned to normal, him not running the risk of hurting her. Not her. Even though he could feel his accomplice's stare, he ignored it.
Ryusuki flushed, watching him continue to approach, ignoring the scrutiny of her fellow jounin, unaware of her lover, Kakashi, lying unconscious with Gai and the other two protecting him. His hand lightly slid onto her cheek, stroking under her eye as if she had been crying and he was wiping away these ghost tears. He was taller than she recalled. His face hardened by pain and agony. Her hand lightly slid under his cloak, touching his chest and torso, feeling the hard muscle ripple under her fingers. She heard his sharp intake of air and gazed back up at his face. Oh god he was magnificent. Handsome and mysterious. Her other hand lightly tucked a stray piece of hair from his face. That lock was always troublesome. She had threatened to hack it off once upon a time.
This was too much. When they had last seen each other, they were best friends. Now, these feelings and this electricity was bouncing between them. She gasped softly as she felt his hand slide under her ANBU vest and shirt, lightly drawing circles on the small of her back. She grabbed a handful of his shirt, trying hard not to get frisky right here and right now. She watched his facial expression through half-lidded eyes. He was bordering on incredulous.
"Ryusuki…" was all she heard. Such a deep voice, matted with lust that resembled a guttural growl, turning her on just that much more. He leaned down to her slowly, his hot breath fanning over her lips and cheeks. He was giving her a chance to stop him because he couldn't stop now. Wind blew past them, moving their hair into crazy motions, not like they noticed. She couldn't hear Gai's screams for her to stop as any more than a murmured whisper. The same went for Itachi's companion's yells and growls. She whimpered softly and pulled him down slowly by his shirt. She nearly had a heart attack from the passion as his lips settled on hers, exciting her, driving her wild, intensifying her fervor without any effort. He pulled her roughly against him, her breasts pressing against him. Her arms slid up around his neck, her fingers slipping into his hair. The perfect length on him of course. She gasped to his mouth as he slipped his tongue in her mouth, his eyes remaining closed, and his hands slid to her rump, squeezing and fondling it. Never before had she felt like this. Never before would she have let anyone but Kakashi touch her there. She moaned and closed her eyes, going onto her tippy toes. She felt herself becoming damp and she felt him against her leg as well. Their tongues wrestled. He was such an amazing kisser and she began to wonder how he had become that good, being an S-Class criminal after all.
She snapped out of her trance, her eyes opening in an instant, coming back to the present. Itachi's eyes opened slightly as he felt her lips harden under his skillful ones. She cried out and broke away, pushing his chest so suddenly; he had no chance to hold onto her. Everything slowed for her. She swung her hand so fast that she nearly fell over. A sharp crack sounded as her hand connected with his cheek, nearly sending him under water by itself. She stood straight as everything went silent, save for her occasional sob. A few rogue tears slipped down her cheek as he looked at her shocked, his hand touching the red mark. He smiled at her, but not in the way she expected. It was almost lovingly and was still filled with lust. "Love you too." He muttered before being dragged off by Kisame. Gai walked over to her and comforted her. They were good friends by this point. Asuma and Kurenai took Kakashi away as Gai began to try and calm her as she sobbed into his shirt. "He isn't for you. He doesn't care for you, Ryu-chan." How was that comforting? She sniffled softly as he offered to take her home. "I'm fine. Please don't tell anyone. Try to keep Kurenai and Asuma quiet. I never want to hear about this again. I'm with Kakashi. And I care for him."
"I'm sure Asuma and Kurenai don't think any worse of you."
"I hope not…"
"Don't be concerned. I'll silence them."
'Geez. If she hit any harder, my face would've come off.' Itachi thought, watching from his perch. It was the dead of night and Ryusuki had just come home. He watched her move about her apartment. The same one she had lived in when they were kids. They always stayed there and hung out. Mainly because there were no adults. She had told him what had happened to her parents and that was when she had earned an even higher level of respect. He noticed the new furnishings and the large bed she had right next to the window. She always spoke of how much she wanted the moon to gaze upon her when she slept. He smiled. He had watched her sleep under the moonlight once and, even though they were kids, she was beautiful.
He squinted as she flicked off her lights, struggling to see in the candlelight that she had always favored. He hopped closer, landing silently beside her window, barely stirring the air. He watched as she picked out some bedclothes, consisting of bra and panties. 'That's it? That's all the wears?' he asked himself silently. Then she threw them on a pair of jeans and t-shirt on a chair. It clicked then that she slept naked. He felt blush rise to his cheeks, thinking of her naked. What a beautiful sight. He shook his head and frowned, watching her walk into the bathroom. He slipped in soundlessly, hiding behind a wall. There were no doorways in her apartment excluding her bathroom door and front door. It was a big square, cube technically. There was her bedroom and bathroom on the lower half of it and a kitchen and rec room in the upper half. The front door led into the rec room. He heard a sigh come from the bathroom and concentrated on the girl inside the room. "Oh Itachi…" she whispered, making him curious. He heard a light sniffle. "I've missed you. Why…why would you kill your clan? They were the only ones who accepted me as a person. Then I return to find them dead, you missing, and your little Emo brother crying constantly." He smirked at her last comment. Sasuke had always annoyed her when he was younger but they had gotten along nonetheless. She had always loved little twerps. She'd be a great mother one day.
A final sigh and she stepped out of the dark bathroom, the scents of strawberries and toothpaste mixing oddly. 'Strawberries…' he thought with such yearning. They had always eaten them together. Maybe it was her way of remembering him. He stepped out of the shadows, her back to him. He noticed she had changed into sweatpants and a man's button up shirt. For a moment, he felt a deep stab of jealousy when he thought of Ryusuki's 'lover', Kakashi. Through sources, he had discovered they had been seeing each other for almost four months. He inhaled deeply, not catching Kakashi's scent but one solely hers. She had always loved baggy clothes. He guessed she continued that enjoyment at night. He wasn't sure how to approach, all of a sudden. He shook his head and lightly ran his hands along her shoulders, feeling her stiffen instantly. "Sssshhh…" he whispered, pressing his front against her back. He leaned down to her ear. "It's just me. Don't be frightened." He felt her ease and saw his opening as her head tilted slightly. His index finger lightly hooked the right side of the collar of her shirt, revealing her neck and shoulder. He lightly trailed kisses along the newly revealed flesh, the candlelight becoming sensual. A soft moan and whimper was his reward and made him eager to continue. He wanted to please her so bad it hurt. He lightly nipped and sucked on her neck, smiling as he felt her hand on his thigh, squeezing it gently. She was passionate. He could feel it coursing through her veins. It had just been released from its shackles. He wanted her to embrace it.
His hands were beginning to sweat even though they felt cold to him. He slid his arms under hers and slowly unbuttoned her shirt. A small gasp was the only uncooperative thing she did. He pulled out her ponytail, releasing her hair, which he felt was the softest thing he had ever been permitted to feel besides her lovely skin. He felt her move slightly and he allowed her to, beginning to trust her once more. She moved and spun slowly in his arms, facing him. She was wearing a spaghetti strap top with no bra. "Bloody hell." He cursed almost silently, looking at her breasts momentarily. He slipped his hands under her outer shirt and slid it off her shoulders until it was a pile of fabric on the floor. His hands slid along her arms, noting the goose bumps that appeared. They continued, transferring to her slim sides, then down, undoing the string the held her sweatpants up besides her hips. He edged them down, holding her hips gently. He lifted her out of them, their eyes not leaving each other's for anything. He felt her hand inch up and undo the clasp of his Akatsuki cloak, allowing it to fall harmlessly to the floor. They were taking their time now. They didn't want to rush. But seeing this gorgeous woman in only panties and a tank top nearly drove him nuts. Her small hands lightly grabbed the hem of his sweater, pulling it over his head. When he looked at her again, she was examining his chest, obviously liking what she saw. He smirked with satisfaction but it was short lived. He groaned as she circled his nipple with her nail. He looked back at her smiling face and smiled gently in return. She was beautiful. He lightly stroked her cheek and she kissed his palm.
He was going to speak but worried that it would destroy this moment. Nothing would disrupt this. He would kill anyone that tried. Hell, he had done it before. He felt her go for his pants, easily pulling them off after he kicked his shoes off. He felt her toes peel off his socks and remembered when she had shown him that she could eat with her toes. She was so flexible. He was wondering if she still was. One arm encircled her waist gently, holding her close to him; the other reached up and discarded his headband. Her hands slipped across his face with a feather light touch. He looked down at her, knowing that after this, he wouldn't be able to let go. She moaned softly as his lips contacted hers and he began moving her backwards, pressing her back against the wall. It was starting to get quicker and hotter.
Ryusuki moaned. Everything she had ever dreamed about for an intense sexual encounter was happening. And with Itachi. Oh god he was handsome. She closed her eyes, holding his face between her hands as he lifted her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist to secure herself. He seemed plenty pleased. She slipped her fingers into his hair. It was becoming frantic. They couldn't get enough of touching each other. His hands closed around her wrists and he pinned her to the wall. Never once before had she felt so erotically helpless. She loved it. A man like Itachi had to be dominant in all things he did. Including sex. And she knew it.
She moaned into his mouth again as he rubbed against her, her panties beginning to get wet. "Get out of those clothes or I'll rip them off." He warned her, his voice rough and deep with lust once again. He allowed her to get down momentarily. She pulled off her shirt and slid the panties off her legs, meek about how she looked. She wanted him to be pleased. She looked up into his eyes that were busy looking her over. He smirked, making her worry for a second, then lowered his head, trapping a nipple in his mouth. She very nearly cried out as he began sucking and nipping it, moving to the other when the first had become a tight bud. "Oh Itachi! I can't wait any longer!" she cried, moaning. He silenced her with his skillful mouth. "Then lets do this now. I will enjoy your body after I achieve my release." She smiled at the way he said it. So selfish and yet so sensual.
He picked her up and carried her to the bed, lying her down as he pulled off his boxers. She gasped at his size and licked her lips nervously. Kakashi was big but Itachi was bigger. His need made his member quiver against his belly. "Are you pleased?" he asked, his voice not filled with it's usual confidence. He wanted to be better than Kakashi for her. She nodded and held up the blanket for him. He put out the candle with the palm of his hand and slipped under the blanket, lying on top of her. He nestled himself between her legs and smiled down at her. She was pulsing already. He slowly entered her, making her moan and cry out every second he delayed it. He smiled and rammed home, hitting her G-spot easily. Her back arched, her head leaned back. He began nipping at her neck, setting up a pace that quickened slowly. Her nails dug into his shoulders, one hand raking the nails up his back. "Oh god…" she whispered, her legs wrapping around him, urging him to faster. He pulled back from her neck and began going faster. His eyes had become red with the Sharingan. He whispered sweet-nothings into her ear as he came back down to her.
Finally, she tightened, her body going into spasms with an orgasm as Itachi emptied himself inside of her. They collapsed into a pile of panting, sweaty flesh. Nothing had ever felt that good to her. Not ever. He rolled off to the side and pulled her to him, cradling her against his rock hard body. "I didn't initially come to do this…" he murmured breathlessly, trying to explain his actions. "I wanted it more than anything, but I came to talk before. To catch up and explain that kiss-" "I wanted it more than I've ever wanted something else." She whispered, cutting him off. She cuddled to him under the blanket. "I know you can't stay but at least let me fall asleep in your arms." She wanted to be close to him now more than ever. She looked up at him in the moonlight, adoring the sight. He kissed her soundly. "I don't plan on leaving anytime soon. I'd rather be arrested. I saw you sleep in the moonlight when we were kids. I want you to grant me the same pleasure tonight. Let me see my angel sleep." He murmured. She complied and fell into a peaceful sleep with him. She would worry later. She couldn't be arrested for sleeping with a criminal. Or could she?
End of Chapter One!
Honk if you like sex! I'm only kidding. I'll probably continue this story if you people like it. If you do, message me or review or something!
-Ichigatsu