A/N: So, I've finally have a homepage, accessible from my profile. It's something I've been meaning to do for awhile now. Though I update my profile whenever I add a chapter to a story, I don't feel it's the place to tell about everything that takes place with me and my stories and how they come about. Feel free to check it out.
So, Itachi's a baddie in everyone's mind, huh? And Sasuke is heading that way as well? People, let me just reiterate a line from chapter two. "All Sasuke's previous insecurities around his brother have reared their ugly heads"...or something like that. I'm not navigating away from this page to look up my exact wording. The internet is too iffy as it is, I might not get this page reloaded. Point is, Sasuke has a lot of unresolved crap regarding his brother and it's going to make him ...do shit. That's all I can say.
Loved your reviews! I swear you people make my day. As hard as this fic is to write, it is so worth it to know you guys enjoy it. Now, I believe it was Jordash00 who asked to be warned next time questionable sex scenes crop up? Well consider yourself warned. Pedophilia in this chap.
Onward!
Chapter 3
That night Sasuke was given a room. It contained a bed, a nightstand and a wardrobe. Nothing else. Itachi himself led Sasuke to it. The younger Uchiha looked around with interest.
"Whew! A nice big bed. No more sleeping on the hard ground for us, neh Blondie?"
"What does that mean?" Itachi wanted to know. "You two plan on sharing that bed?" His eyes bored holes into the back of Sasuke's head.
Sasuke swore under his breath. He hadn't meant to let his brother know what Blondie meant to him or about the nature of their relationship. He thought quickly as he turned around to give his brother a cocky grin.
"What?! Hell no! I just meant that if this place has beds then we'll be sleeping good from now on."
Naruto did not comment, only stood so that Itachi was in his sight at all times.
Itachi regarded his brother in silence. He could tell Sasuke was lying. He'd known his brother had some kind of bond with the Blond, he just hadn't known it was a sexual one. That was fascinating and useful information to have. Very useful. Itachi was thinking how best to use that information when Sasuke spoke up.
"So, does Blondie get a room?"
"Sure," Itachi said easily. "Every member gets a room."
"Great, let's go see it," Sasuke said heading for the doorway.
"No." Itachi moved to block his brother. "You stay here and get settled in. I'll lead Blo- I mean Naruto to his room."
Itachi closed the door in his brother's face before the younger man could protest. He led Naruto down a hall. They walked in silence for a time. The other members of Akatsuki were presumably in other locations of the hideout. Itachi and Naruto's footsteps echoed in the deserted hall. Sconces were placed at regular intervals. After awhile, Itachi spoke.
"That was Kakuzu's room I gave to Sasuke. Guy was a neat freak so it didn't take much to prepare it. Hidan was another story. Filthy animal. I'm kind of glad he's dead, he was a pain in the ass. Anyways, to make a long story short, you'll be staying in my room with me."
Naruto stopped dead in his tracks. Itachi walked on a few steps before he realized that Naruto was no longer walking to his right and one measured pace behind him. He stopped too and turned to regard Naruto. There was maybe fifteen feet separating them.
Itachi had to admit, his brother had good taste. The guy was gorgeous. His serious face just missed being blank by the heavy blond brows that were currently meeting in a V of displeasure. The eyes, man. The eyes were extraordinary. A piercing, heartless blue. "Is there a problem?" Itachi asked solicitously.
"Do not think that because Sasuke is blinded to your intentions that I am. I know you wish me dead and intend to bring that about by whatever means necessary. Why do you want me in your room if not to attempt that very thing?" Naruto's voice was low, but no less intense for that
Itachi liked the way the deep voice made his cock stir. It was a new sensation; Itachi was straight. He preferred girls, as young and innocent as possible. He never got tired of raping virgins. His latest conquest had been a girl of five in some no-name village the previous week. She'd been exquisitely tight, her screams a potent aphrodisiac.
He admired the no nonsense approach Naruto took with him. Itachi figured he might as well respond in kind.
"You're right. I don't want you anywhere near my brother. Sasuke is mine. As for why I want you in my room, let's just say I want to make sure you and my brother aren't fucking behind my back."
"Sasuke is able to govern his own actions."
"Well, while I'm around, I govern his actions. You don't like it, leave."
"Sasuke will come with me. I won't leave him here with you."
"I won't hurt my brother."
"You already are by trying to separate us. Do you not care about his happiness?"
Itachi chewed the inside of his cheek as he contemplated answering. Truthfully? Sasuke's happiness had never occurred to him. Sasuke belonged with him. Period. How Sasuke felt about it didn't really enter into the equation. Itachi would never admit it, even if he were aware of it, but he viewed his brother as little more than a pet. A dog, if you will. Dogs were there to provide enjoyment and be kicked if the owner so wished. A dog's happiness was of no concern and most definitely did not dictate the owner's actions regarding said dog.
In answer to Naruto's question, Itachi shrugged a shoulder. Naruto brought up something else Itachi had failed to answer. "That is the only reason you want me in your room? You will not try to kill me?"
Itachi held that sharp blue gaze and answered honestly. "No. I won't." At least not tonight.
Naruto didn't relax, but he walked forward and waited. After a minute, Itachi turned and continued leading the way to his room. At the appropriate door, Itachi stopped and performed a few rapid hand seals. Naruto, who'd been watching carefully, caught the sequence and memorized it.
The interior was done predominately in dark primary colors. There was a depiction of the Uchiha fan over the large bed. The bed itself sat on a raised dais of some kind. There was a bookcase full of bound volumes and one arm chair. A wardrobe stood in one corner and a desk held one lamp and a ladder-back chair. There was a coat rack by the door where Itachi now hung his cloak. Naruto entered and stood in the middle of the room.
Itachi used a different set of hand seals to lock his door. Naruto didn't quite catch all of it, but if worst came to the worst he could smash through the door. He watched Itachi watching him.
Naruto grew tired of the eye contact and undressed. He walked nude to the coat rack and hung his garments there. When he turned around, it was to find Itachi staring at his naked body. Naruto didn't care. He was looking at the big bed and thinking.
Should I get in the bed? Naruto thought. He recalled Sasuke saying on the first night he'd spent in Naruto's apartment that the blond was supposed to share the blankets. Going by that, it could be deduced that Itachi was supposed to share his bed. This seemed to be supported by the fact that Itachi had stated that Naruto was to share his room. That must mean everything in the room as well. Nodding to himself, Naruto made his way to the bed and climbed up. He drew back the single comforter and sheet and got in. There was only the one fat pillow. Naruto took it and placed it under his head.
Itachi couldn't get over the nerve. The ass had gotten into his bed without so much as a glance in his direction to ask for permission. He'd fully intended to let the bastard sleep on the cold hard floor. He didn't think Naruto would respond if he told him to get his bare ass the fuck off his bed, so he didn't bother asking. Well. This should be an interesting evening, Itachi thought.
He climbed into bed after kicking off his shoes. Itachi routinely slept fully clothed. He lay as far away from Naruto's body as possible; the guy gave off way too much heat. It made Itachi uncomfortably warm.
Naruto lay facing Itachi who lay on his back. Itachi knew he was being stared at. He wondered how long before the big man fell asleep. Probably awhile if the man was on edge the way he seemed to be.
Itachi considered approaching Naruto for sex. He was intensely curious to know what Sasuke experienced with the guy. He wanted everything that Sasuke had, wanted to know everything Sasuke knew. Itachi thought it would be safe to assume that the big blond would respond with violence, though. Still, no harm in just asking, was there?
"Naruto?"
"Yes."
"Do you mind if we have sex?"
"Gay sex?"
"Uh…yeah. That."
"I can not say that I mind one way or the other, but Sasuke would not like it. He would consider it a betrayal. "
"But you? You don't mind having sex with someone else?"
"Sex with other people is something completely different from sex with Sasuke. With Sasuke it is a union of our souls. A prayer to the heavens praising our love. With other people it is something of little consequence, like going to the bathroom. Sometimes it is distasteful, though." Naruto remembered the old crone and shuddered where he lay.
"How would you feel about sex with me?" Itachi had by now turned his head to look at Naruto.
"I would likely feel nothing. But I won't hurt Sasuke."
"Well…I'd like to try it."
"No."
"I won't tell Sasuke."
"It would be the first thing you did. You would try to make it seem as if I'd betrayed him. You are a weak, cowardly person who cannot accept anyone but yourself in your brother's life."
Itachi stared at the whiskers on Naruto's face as he thought about the insult he'd just been given. Guy's got balls, he thought. He saw me take out Pain and must not give a fuck to be insulting me to my face like that. Itachi had murdered people for far less. He was intrigued. He decided to take things a step further.
Naruto saw Itachi scoot closer to him, lean up on an elbow and lower his face over his. He caught Itachi's face by the jaw and held it away from him. "What are you doing?"
"Wanted to see what those full lips taste like."
"I see. Lie back, then."
Itachi, unable to believe his good luck, lay back in his former position. Naruto leaned his big body over Itachi's, still holding his jaw. A jumpy feeling of desire uncoiled in Itachi's belly as Naruto's face lowered to his. The pink lips were an inch from Itachi's paler ones when Naruto spoke in a husky whisper that had Itachi's cock suddenly standing and ready for action.
"If I'd known you would let me touch you," Naruto rasped against Itachi's lips, "I would have done this sooner."
Before Itachi could do more than sigh in anticipation, Naruto moved his hand from Itachi's jaw to his forehead, bracketing the bone structure with his fingers. He inserted several rapid pulses of chakra to specific points in Itachi's brain, canceling out the signals that enabled him to function with the world around him.
Itachi was fighting the intrusion to his mind with considerable strength and even more skill, but Naruto overrode this with brute strength of his own. He increased the chakra output, stopping just short of frying Itachi's brain; anymore and Itachi would become a vegetable for the rest of his life. Naruto sensed Itachi coming to the same conclusion. If the Uchiha struggled against the barrier Naruto had set up in his mind for much longer, he would burn out his own brain. Naruto felt Itachi pull back and circle around in his mind, searching for a crack in the barrier so that he could escape.
Naruto released Itachi's head and got off the bed. He knew Itachi, strong as he seemed to be mentally, would find a way around the barrier with time. Naruto wanted to use that time wisely. He grabbed the first thing to come to his hand: Itachi's red and black cloak. It was a very tight fit. He attempted to open the door.
Locked.
Naruto recalled the hand seals Itachi had used. He executed them now and the door opened easily under his pulling. Naruto jogged down the hall, turned, and jogged down another hall until he reached Sasuke's room. He entered.
Sasuke had been lying in bed, freezing as usual, and wondering at the sudden turn his life had taken. When his door opened he tensed and went Sharingan. He didn't admit it to himself , but he'd expected Itachi. The sight of the blond hair had him sitting up with joy.
"Blondie!" Sasuke threw himself from the bed to hang from Naruto's neck.
Naruto detached Sasuke from his body, held him at arm's length and punched him hard in the face. Sasuke sailed across the room to crash into the wall. He slid to the floor in a heap.
Sasuke came around a few seconds later to feel Naruto's big hand around his neck, squeezing. "What," he managed to croak.
Naruto knelt on Sasuke's chest with one knee. Sasuke began wheezing for air, gasping from the pressure on his neck and chest. "You are not the boy I know," Naruto said coldly. "I will use terms that you are familiar with so that you have no trouble understanding me.
"You have been had," Naruto said contemptuously. "You, who have never had the wool pulled over your eyes by anyone, have been owned by your brother. He is manipulating you, intends to rule you and your actions, is trying to take everything away from you. Not a quarter of an hour ago he attempted to seduce me. I suspect he did this for no other reason than because you and I have gay sex. Yes, he knows about that. He wants everything you have, I see it in his eyes. He feels you are a possession of his. And what do you do?" Naruto spat down at Sasuke's purple face. "You watch as he has me attacked and then go to him with a smile. You let him close you in this room to lead me to my possible death. You obey him as if he was a God and you let him unman you. You are not the boy he touched inappropriately anymore. You are Uchiha Sasuke, bane of Konoha and the man I loved. Either you get over this cowardice around him or I will leave, for you are not the partner I knew. I do not love this weak thing I see before me."
Naruto released Sasuke just as the smaller boy's eyes were starting to roll back in his head. Sasuke turned on his side, clutching his neck and coughing in harsh, racking barks. He shook uncontrollably as Naruto stood up and paced to the door. He faced away from Sasuke, listening to him painstakingly bring himself under control. Sasuke's breathing was very loud as he fed his oxygen-starved body with deep breaths. Naruto waited in silence.
At last, Sasuke was able to sit up and breathe with a semblance of normalcy. He still shook like a leaf. He stared at Naruto's broad back, at the hair that Naruto kept short and spiky with regular applications of his kunai.
"I said we would be together until death. Then together again," Naruto said quietly into the tense silence. "But I will not let you do this to me, Sasuke. You must choose. Your brother or me. If you will not listen to me and let me protect you from him, if you persist in being blind, then I will go. I can not stay here and watch you willingly become his bitch."
Sasuke got to his feet. His body felt weak from Naruto's ministrations and the import of his words. He somehow always managed to forget that Blondie, though ignorant of so much, was far from stupid. Worse, Blondie had zero bullshit tolerance. Sasuke had known that he was going back on his promise to honor Naruto's condition for joining Akatsuki even as he was doing it. He'd intended to smooth things over with Blondie later on, make it up to him somehow. But these things that Blondie was saying now about him, about his brother…Sasuke was never had, was nobody's bitch. Never. Blondie was wrong there. As for what his brother was doing…Blondie was no liar, but it was possible that he'd misinterpreted Itachi and his actions. He said as much now in a hoarse voice to Naruto's back.
Naruto turned to regard Sasuke. "Why do you not see what he is doing? How have you become so naïve, Sasuke? What's happened to you?"
"What has he done, huh? The test he put us through?" Sasuke's voice was belligerent.
"That was no test. You know it wasn't."
"I disagree. What else? You said he wants to boss me around or some shit? Motherfucker can try, okay? Nobody tells me what to do."
"He not only tells you what to do, but you do it. To the point that before long, if he told you to poison me, no doubt you would."
"That is so not true. You have no idea what you are talking about."
Naruto stared into Sasuke's red, watery black eyes. "Sasuke. Please. I am begging you: Don't make me hate you. Don't make me wish you were dead, because you are my heart. You mean more to me than anything and if I hated you it would be too much for me, Sasuke. I would kill you. I wouldn't mean to, but the sight of you would likely drive Kyuubi to it."
"You're threatening me now?"
"No." Naruto appeared to search for words. "I would leave before I could harm you. But I would never come back to you again. Never."
Sasuke stood with a hand on his hip, massaging his throat with the other. When Blondie had first come in the room, all he'd been able to think was that now he could be warm, now they could fuck. He found, to his disgust, that he still wanted to fuck. Matter of fact, Sasuke couldn't remember wanting it as bad as he wanted it now. The angry words between them, the fact that they were standing on the very precipice of a break-up sent lust zinging through Sasuke's veins as it never had before, which was saying something; Sasuke could never keep his hands off of Naruto.
Naruto watched Sasuke drop his head and look to the side. Then the black-haired youth came resolutely to him and put a hand behind Naruto's thick neck. He had to reach up to do this. He attempted to pull Naruto's head down to his, seeking the contact of the blond's lips. His eyes were pleading pools of darkness.
Naruto resisted. His eyes searched Sasuke's face as more and more pressure was exerted on his neck. This only ensured that Sasuke was slowly lifting himself against Naruto's big, hard body. Naruto's neck was able to withstand all of Sasuke's weight without the slightest strain. "No, Sasuke," Naruto said as Sasuke's face came closer to his. "Not this time."
"Please," Sasuke whispered. He kept his eyes on Blondie's full lips. He could already imagine the taste. God, he'd been days without Blondie's touch. Every atom in Sasuke's body was keening for the blond, to be taken, and taken, and taken until the morning dawned. "Please, just…please."
Naruto lowered his head an inch at a time, keeping his eyes on Sasuke's. His mouth stopped over the pale lips, just short of touching them, inhaling Sasuke's shallow exhalations. This was wrong. This wouldn't be love, but some other darker thing born of Sasuke's strange need. A need begotten by Itachi's effect on Sasuke's psyche.
Sasuke closed the slight distance between them, capturing the full lips with a moan of wretched, ravenous and rapacious desire.
Naruto felt Sasuke's mouth devouring his own and Kyuubi leapt to the forefront of his mind in response. Naruto held him back with iron control. He curved his big hands around Sasuke's tight ass and drew him up, crushing their pelvises against each other. A high moan came from Sasuke as Naruto pressed him against the door, holding him there with his weight as his fingers found and entered Sasuke's dry ass.
Sasuke supported himself with his arms around Blondie's neck, lifting his long legs to grasp the strong hips as Naruto inserted the first two fingers of each hand into his anus. Naruto pulled in opposite directions, forcing open Sasuke's hole for the huge, dripping penis that jutted from the cloak he wore.
The penetration was deliciously, intensely painful. Sasuke wanted it but his anus contracted at the last moment from nerves and made Naruto's entry more brutal. The wide, mushroom head of Naruto's penis popped past Sasuke's sphincter after a vicious thrust. Sasuke's perineum tore. Blood oozed over Naruto's organ, lubricating the deep stabbing thrusts he gave even as his organ tore Sasuke further.
Sasuke's mouth sagged away from Naruto's at feeling his body damaged. He welcomed the pain, basked in it and reveled in it. He came at feeling Blondie tear into him, shooting convulsively all over both their chests. His breath stuttered from him, hitched, moaned, and then steadied into a panting rhythm that matched the pounding that slammed his back into the door over and over again. His legs grew weak with the force of his orgasm, already building again, and Naruto lifted one long leg to hook over his shoulder, keeping Sasuke from falling.
Naruto withdrew till the head of his organ was almost free of Sasuke's tight wetness then slammed himself back in as hard and as deep as he could go. He repeated the action harder and harder, until Sasuke vomited from the depth of the penetration. He tried to swallow it back down, caught most of it, but some splattered warmly onto his chin and slid down the finger-shaped bruises Naruto had left.
The wet sounds of their sweaty bodies augmented Sasuke's shrieky, growly moans of pain and pleasure. Naruto did not stop. Sasuke's muscles quivered with the stress of Naruto's powerful body, but still the blond did not stop. The tears in Sasuke's anus deepened, more blood ran down Naruto's penis, staining his blond pubic hairs, dripping from his tight balls to patter between his large bare feet. When Naruto came, his semen mixed with the blood.
Naruto tightened his hold on Sasuke and walked to the bed. He dropped him there and bent his head between Sasuke's thighs, holding them up by pressing his hands against the backs. Naruto licked up the blood and semen running from Sasuke's torn entrance with a growl of pleasure, Kyuubi reaching past his control at last.
Sasuke scarcely knew where he was or what was happening. He was high off of the excruciatingly refined pain Naruto inflicted. He lifted his head and cried out at feeling that long tongue lick him clean. His legs shook as Naruto met his gaze along the length of his fair body. He held Sasuke's eyes with his own as he snaked that long, wet tongue up Sasuke's ass. Sasuke came again at feeling the squirming muscle writhe deep inside him as if it were alive. He kept coming, his mouth an O of dense pleasure as the tongue attacked his prostate with dismaying strength. The spurts were long, flowing one after the other as Sasuke shuddered and undulated. The tongue was withdrawn.
Sasuke opened his eyes. Naruto bared his teeth over Sasuke's still hard cock. His fangs dripped on the trembling organ.
Their eyes locked and held, red confronting black.
Naruto slowly and deliberately sank his fangs into the meat of Sasuke's organ, turning his head to bite it along its length. His eyes remained on Sasuke's unblinkingly as he closed his jaws steadily, his fangs disappearing into Sasuke's flesh. Blood welled around Naruto's teeth and lips from the organ in his mouth.
Sasuke drew in breath after breath without releasing them. His chest expanded, forcing his back to arch, his head to fall back on the mattress. Naruto's teeth met through the skin and Sasuke let out all the breath he'd drawn in one long, full-throated scream of release, his cock erupting in another shower of cum that coated Naruto's face.
Afterwards, Naruto lay in the bed with him. Sasuke burrowed into Naruto's side, whimpering and mewling in pain. His shivering form lay beneath Naruto's heavy arm. It was dark in the room now, the lights that had been burning when Naruto entered having been put out by the blond before he got into the bed.
"Don't leave me," Sasuke whispered brokenly. "I need you, don't leave me. I won't let my brother control me, you'll see. I'll stand up to him, anything, just please stay with me, Blondie."
Naruto did not answer. He had a feeling that Sasuke would be unable to follow through with his words. All of his previous faith in Sasuke had almost entirely withered away from his actions in his brother's presence. Still. His love for Sasuke wouldn't allow him to give up entirely. He would give Sasuke one more chance to save what they had.
Itachi came out of his own mind with a small cry of triumph. He looked around his room and was frankly appreciative and amazed to be alive. Anything could have happened to him while he'd lain helpless. It was a fucking miracle the shitting blond hadn't murdered him when he'd had the chance. Itachi rolled off the bed.
And the whore's son had taken his cloak, Itachi saw. He considered hunting up clothes of his own, but decided wearing Naruto's would be faster; the blond's shirt and pants were hanging right there on the coat rack.
Naruto was watching Sasuke sleep, smoothing his big hand over Sasuke's hair over and over again by the time Itachi burst through the door to his brother's room. Naruto's clothes flapped around him loosely.
Itachi's eyes blazed back and forth between Naruto and Sasuke's naked forms. Naruto sat up in the bed and stared at Itachi challengingly. Itachi's lips compressed into a line of rage. Sasuke sat up more slowly, looking at his brother across the room. Naruto looked at Sasuke with an air of waiting for something.
Sasuke took a deep breath. "Yeah, uh…Itachi. Naruto is going to be staying in my room. With me. It's…not negotiable."
Naruto watched a single drop of sweat roll down the side of Sasuke's face. He'd expected more from Sasuke, but it was a start. He turned his head to see how Itachi would respond.
Itachi didn't. He simply stared at them for a minute before he turned and left the room. The door slammed behind him. Sasuke sagged with relief.
The next day Itachi was gone from the hideout. He didn't come back for a week. During that time, Sasuke and Naruto learned exactly what it was Akatsuki did. Naruto listened in disbelief. Capture Bijuus? Prepare for world domination? Many times the other members' eyes would turn to Naruto and he knew they were thinking about the fact that he was the Jinchuuriki for the Nine-Tails. Naruto was starting to get a hunted feeling. His eyes tended to be red more often than not in response to the constant danger he felt around him.
Sasuke was strangely quieter than usual. Naruto knew part of the reason was the way they'd had gay sex on the night of their arrival. It hadn't sat well with the blond either. The coupling had been disturbing. Sasuke had wanted the pain Naruto had inflicted, but the blond didn't know why. It almost felt as if Sasuke wanted to be punished.
Naruto suspected the other reason Sasuke was so reserved was because of his brother's absence. Sasuke probably thought he'd alienated his brother by standing up to him. Naruto could not understand why this should matter to his companion. Sasuke's attitude routinely demonstrated that he couldn't care less what people thought of him or his actions.
Maybe it was different for family, Naruto thought. Maybe family had the power to render one helpless. Sasuke's one-eighty seemed to stem from Itachi. Naruto resigned himself to the fact that Sasuke was reduced to the boy he'd been whenever his brother was around. Apparently nothing Naruto said changed Sasuke's thinking, since he did not respond to Naruto's conversations. He only sat around the hideout, staring moodily at nothing. The Sasuke Naruto knew was temporarily gone. It made the blond's heart ache terribly. He waited by Sasuke's side during those seven days, hoping to be acknowledged.
Itachi found a village, slaughtered everyone in it except for the girls and locked them all in a house. He set up a Genjutsu blockade around the village so that anyone entering it immediately fell unconscious before he made his way to the house and the frightened girls. Once there, he set up a different barricade inside the structure so that the girls couldn't escape. The girls listened to his explanation that they would die instantly if they tried to go through the barricade. They huddled in a terrified, weeping group in the middle of the main room. Itachi stripped.
He went after the oldest girl first. He intended to work his way through the twenty odd girls until he got to the youngest. He grabbed the shrieking girl by the hair and hauled her out of the group. One of the other girls tried to hang on to her. Itachi kicked her in the chest.
He stopped a few feet across from the group, within sight of their frightened eyes. He wanted them to see what was in store for each of them. He shook the girl he'd chosen by her hair, getting her attention. "How old are you?" he asked. He always asked their ages. It turned him on to hear how young they were.
"T-tw-twelve. Please don't hurt me! Please!"
Itachi liked rape, yes, but he also liked making girls have their first experience of sexual arousal. He liked seeing their faces contort with their first orgasms. The sensations were new to them so they didn't hold back. They gave in to it without knowing that they were giving in. He chose to take the time to play now.
"Look at me," Itachi said. He twisted her head to look at him. Her blue eyes were large and teary. "I'm going to fuck you. You want that, don't you?"
"No! Oh, please!"
"It'll feel good. Right here." He cupped her small pussy through her flowery house dress. She tried to pull away from him, but he held her still. "Doesn't that feel good?"
"No, stop it, please stop!" She was crying in earnest now.
Itachi tore her dress down the front and examined her breasts. They were ripe for a twelve year old. He was willing to bet she'd had her period already. Which meant she was a woman and would probably end up enjoying what he did. Good. Her screams would be loud when he made her cum. He set to work.
He stripped her of her clothes to leave her naked on the floor. She tried to cover her privates but Itachi held her legs apart and enclosed her sweet pussy with his mouth. He almost moaned aloud with desire. There was nothing in the world like the taste of virgin pussy. She smelled of sweat and her natural musk. Her clit was large, poking pinkly up from between her white labia. He sucked this pink bud of flesh strongly, watching her face.
The girl's hands tried to push Itachi's head away even as her mouth opened and closed soundlessly. She panted harshly, her body shuddering as if in a seizure. Her eyes squeezed shut tightly as Itachi continued to suck and seeing her building orgasm, feeling it in her, Itachi's cock grew hard as a rock. Her juices began flowing, her inner fold swelling, opening, unfolding until she came with sharp upward jerks of her strong young body. Her screams were indeed loud.
Itachi sat back and licked her arousal from around his mouth. He looked at her twitching pussy and let himself visualize stretching it with his cock. He couldn't wait anymore. He grabbed his appendage and placed it at her wet opening.
She was crying in shame. Itachi covered her body with his. He stilled her twisting head with his hand. "Did you like that? Tell me the truth."
The girl tried to release her head, pushed against Itachi with her hands. Itachi rubbed the head of his cock up and down her hot slit. A moan escaped the girl.
"This is the last time I'm asking. Did you like that?" Itachi's voice was low.
The girl nodded jerkily. Itachi smiled tightly before he entered her in one swift thrust. His cock punched past her hymen to lodge firmly in her tight sheath. "Oh, God," Itachi moaned. His head rested on her shoulder briefly before he began thrusting back and forth.
The friction was almost too much to allow him movement. She was so tight it was painful. Wonderfully tight. Itachi sat on his heels as he fucked her, watching how her pussy lips were stretched around his width. He felt her come around his cock once, then again. The convulsions clamped around him so relentlessly that he threw his head back and roared at the ceiling, emptying his seed into her.
He pulled out, noting the amount of blood on his cock. Good. It would facilitate his next conquest. He left the girl on the floor, hugging her self and weeping quietly. Now that he'd satisfied his initial hunger the next ones would be quick. He wouldn't engage in foreplay.
He fucked the girls one after the other until he came to a gorgeous girl of approximately seven. She had white hair and deep purple eyes. He took a moment to run his eyes over her beauty in rare wonder. Then he had her lick his cock clean of blood before making her open her mouth wide to suck it. He kept staring at her as she attempted to service him. Her small hands held his balls as he'd instructed, kneading them and pulling them. After awhile he buried his hands in her thick hair and held her head still. He fucked her heart-shaped face slowly, her eyes tugging at his heart. He was almost ashamed to come in her mouth.
Almost.
He did, watching her cheeks work as she swallowed. She had a dimple in the left cheek. She didn't cry once. He set her aside gently, away from the girls he'd fucked. He would not use her that way.
The rest of the girls, all younger than the white-haired seven-year-old, looked up at him hopefully, thinking he would show them mercy too. He stood over them, thinking. There were perhaps five girls left. Itachi suddenly didn't feel like raping them. He wanted the business over with.
When fucking girls as old as the first one, the twelve year old, he always killed them afterward. He took no chances that one of them might bear his child. The younger girls he always left alive. He wanted them to go through life remembering that he'd been their first. Now, though, Itachi took out his kunai and slit all of their throats. They began running when they saw what he was doing. He chased them down with little effort. When it was over, he wiped his kunai and stepped over the last girl, a child who looked no older than three. Her legs twitched weakly as she died.
The white-haired, purple-eyed beauty stood where he'd left her. She hadn't run and didn't seem bothered by what she'd seen. Itachi came to her slowly and sat down cross-legged in front of her. He stared at her face in puzzlement, aware that he was enthralled and wondering why.
The seven days Itachi stayed away were spent in that house with that girl. He would spend hours staring at her otherworldly beauty. He did not feed her. Sometimes he fingered her tiny pussy, rubbing her clit until she came in quick little bursts. Sometimes he sucked her pussy slowly for an entire afternoon. He kissed her, feeling her tongue twine with his. She tasted of strawberries, though she'd eaten none.
She grew weaker day by day. Itachi lay by her side, his head propped on his hand as he watched her gradually dying. Her beauty was sharpened, made holy by her quiet, uncomplaining suffering. Itachi had never known or touched such purity as that of this one girl. It shook him, how he felt around her, made him question everything he was. He truly believed she was some angel fallen to earth, that he was looking on a possession of the gods.
Six days after he arrived at the house the girl lay breathing shallowly in the bed they shared. Itachi leaned over her intently, watching her beautiful face. Her lustrous eyes were dimming. Soon. So soon.
"What's your name?" Itachi whispered. They were the first words he'd spoken since setting eyes on her six days earlier.
The girl sighed and was gone. He'd never heard her voice.
Itachi lay down next to her after a few minutes, frowning up at the ceiling. He didn't like the unsettled feeling he had. He felt wrong. Itachi was never wrong. He felt…insecure. Which was impossible. The girl's angelic face swam in his mind, silently reproaching him for living a life of violence and hatred. With her mute acceptance of his abuse, she'd opened a door in Itachi, showing the Uchiha that there was something in him that could replace all the darkness in his soul. Itachi had no name for it, didn't know what it was but another person would have called it goodness. Itachi instinctively recoiled from whatever was being born inside him, trying to recapture the feeling he'd had when he left the hideout.
He'd left the hideout in petulant jealousy and rage. He'd needed violence in order to restore his spirits and erase the rejected feeling he'd gotten at seeing Sasuke laying in bed with that piece of shit Naruto.
He thought of his brother. That helped to dispel his feelings of shame and wrongness. Sasuke. Little fucking Brother. Sasuke had defied him. He needed to be dealt with. And let's not forget the blond monster with him. Itachi would make sure Naruto died horribly.
The emerging epiphany that may have redeemed Itachi was lost. It settled back into the depths of his corrupt and selfish soul, unseen and unfelt.
Itachi got up, found his clothes, left the house and burned it to ashes with a fireball. He did not watch the flames, already heading back to the hideout and his darling brother.
He smiled as he thought of how much fun life was suddenly turning out to be.
