Dirty Darling
Chapter Four:
Uchiha's a Love Addict
Warnings: SEX with a capital 's'. Oh, and some out-of-character-ness, but that's because Itachi's going insane. :D
Disclaimer: I dont own. No, really. I bet you thought I did, huh? But I dont. Foshiz.
I suck at sex scenes. *phail* DX But I hope you like it, you little perves. XD Ah, the wonders of lube…
Doctor, oh doctor
I've got an emergency
Its like I'm going insane,
But if this feeling is wrong,
Then I don't wanna be right
Can't kick the habit
I got to have it.
Itachi sat leafing through paperwork with one hand, his chin propped on the other. He wasn't even looking at the paperwork - he didn't really care which merchant was terrified of the Akatsuki. He just didn't care.
Itachi found that he didn't care about a lot of things, anymore.
Like he didn't really care that he'd killed two people that day. Really. He didn't even know their names - he couldn't remember their faces.
(liar, liar!)
Like he didn't really care that he'd set Tsukuyomi on a(nother) small child. The little girl would probably be insane when she woke, which was fine with Itachi. If she was so weak, she deserved it.
(right?)
Something flashed out of the corner of his eye, and Itachi frowned faintly, raising his head to look. But he was moving so slowly, like he was caught in quicksand. It made the Voice start babbling inside his head, but he ignored it. Really. (no, why can't we move, why can't you move itachi, you're supposed to be perfect why cant you move?!)
Itachi stared blankly at the washed out figure perched on the desk. It was in blurry hues of white and grey, with black, black eyes.
(like sasuke, sasuke look, she has your eyes -)
Itachi realized vaguely that it was a small girl, who had her knees tucked up against her chest, her skinny arms wrapped around them protectively (vainly). She was rocking back and forth slowly, whispering something to herself - or to Itachi.
As Itachi stared, things seemed to get more surreal - it was as if the room around him fell away, just like that, leaving only Itachi and the blurry little girl. She looked… smeared. The voice giggled a high-pitched laugh at the thought.
(you smeared her!)
And when the girl raised her head, Itachi found that the voice was right - because this was the girl from earlier, the girl whose parents he'd killed.
"Why?" The child whispered, only it didn't sound like something as simple as a voice. It echoed around in Itachi's head, bouncing off the walls in his mind. She sounded so lost…
(you lost! you lost them, all of them, and her, you got her lost, you're lost!
where's itachi?!)
"Where's Itachi?" The girl whispered forlornly. Itachi blinked slowly, opening his mouth to respond - if only to get her to stop staring. She just kept staring with those eyes - they weren't her eyes, they weren't, she shouldn't stare like that -
"Where's Itachi?" A voice asked, but it wasn't the girl, because she was suddenly gone.
(gone, gone, gone -)
Itachi didn't answer Madara, just stared at where the girl had been.
"Weasel-chan?" Madara asked curiously, draping himself over the other boy's lap. Itachi looked down at him slowly, bemused. He didn't say anything just tried to look questioning. (He failed miserably. Itachi never was good with expressions…)
"Cant you be more interesting…?" Madara's voice sounded like it was coming through a long, long tunnel. His brain was foggy, and he barely even noticed when Madara kissed him. Itachi made a small noise (he thought it was small - maybe it was big. big, big noise, like a long, drawn-out, needy moan. maybe….)
Madara pulled back, and Itachi watched him through half-lidded eyes, his lips parted slightly to - to what? Tell him stop? Beg him for more? Tell him - tell him what? Itachi didn't know, he couldn't remember. Couldn't remember much of anything, really.
Itachi decided he liked that feeling.
He liked it even more when the next thing he knew he was on his back on the bed, probably completely naked. (couldn't really tell - he couldn't feel his body all that much, so he couldn't tell if there was fabric rubbing against his skin, or maybe a draft. maybe it was getting cooler, yeah, maybe…)
Madara asked him something, but Itachi couldn't tell what it was. So the boy just stared up at him, his eyes glazed.
"M'dra…" Itachi moaned, atleast, he thinks he did. It was all so very fuzzy…
But Madara seemed to like that, because he leaned down and kissed him. Madara's tongue was inside Itachi's mouth, and it tasted kinda funny, but that was alright, because it made his whole body hum warmly. Oh, that wasn't so bad, even if it made him fuzzier…
Itachi squirmed when Madara pulled the boy's knees up to his chest, tugging his wrists up so his arms were stretched above him. Itachi blinked slowly, mewling softly - what was Madara doing?
"Spread your legs more." Madara ordered, though his voice was distant, and faint, and why was he putting a pillow under Itachi's hips? Itachi couldn't tell you, honestly, so he just dug his feet into the mattress and spread his legs. It was a good idea, right? Right?
Madara seemed to think so, because he ran his hands up and down Itachi's thighs, making his skin tingle.
Oh, that felt good…
Itachi didn't even hear the click when the cap came off the bottle, but he did feel the cool liquid on his backside. He tried to squirm away, protesting weakly.
"Cold…" He murmured, and tried to frown, but it felt like a pout, but that's okay, right? Right?
And then it wasn't quite so cold anymore because Madara's hands were on him, rubbing that cool liquid against Itachi's entrance until it warmed. Itachi sighed, trying to keep his eyes open - but it was so warm, and comfortable, and - no, no, now it hurt, it felt like something was stretching, pushing inside him, and he didn't like it.
"No, bad…" He muttered, trying to move away again, but Madara just gripped his hips with one hand, hard enough to leave bruises. Itachi felt himself jerk against the pain, moaning loudly. It sent spikes of something pleasant throughout his entire body, and he liked it. That stretching sensation was getting more prominent, but it didn't feel so bad anymore - it felt goodgoodgood, and Itachi realized it was Madara's fingers inside of him.
"M'dara…" He whined, wanting moremoremore - he was getting hotter and hotter, and -
Omygod.
Itachi arched off the bed, screaming loud enough, so he could finally hear himself. But oh god, did that feel wondrous - Madara had brushed against some spot inside of him, some sensitive spot inside of him, and it had made him see stars.
"Wh-wh-" That was as far as Itachi got, because suddenly Madara wasn't touching him anymore. At all. Itachi let out a surprisingly high pitched whine, glaring blearily at the other man - he could just barely see him…
He didn't even have to say anything, though, because suddenly there was something very large, very hot, and very hard inside of him. He screamed again, jerking against the older man and twisting his hands in the sheets. He jerked his head from side to side in confusion, his vision blacking for a moment. God, that hurt. He knew now that Madara had entered him in one smooth thrust, not waiting for him to fully stretch out. He hadn't torn anything, but still. It was blinding, searing, stretching pain - and all the more confusing because that sensitive spot inside of him had been hit dead on, too. It was so intense, Itachi couldn't even tell which was which, which was good, which was bad, he just felt.
And Itachi didn't have time for anything else, because Madara started thrusting into him harshly, gripping his hips as he did so. Itachi bucked against him, whimpering pathetically. (He'd be sure to be angry about that. …Later.)
Madara ground down against him, sending a vicious spike of pleasure and pain throughout his whole body, setting his whole body on fire.
It was amazing.
And then it just built up, and up, and up, and then it exploded. He thinks he screamed as it burst out of him, as he came, but he doesn't really remember. He just knew it was exhilarating, and he didn't really know what his name was immediately afterwards.
"Weasel-chan?" Someone asked curiously, and Itachi felt something pull out of him, and something warm trickled down onto his thighs. Itachi just giggled - he probably said something, but he couldn't remember what that was, either - and promptly passed out.
