~~**~~The beginning of this chapter was what started it all, and it sort've wound up snowballing and going downhill from there lol But, my only issue with this chapter is how OC Itachi is throughout it and the next two chapters that attach to it. Yes, he's a little OC throughout the whole story, but he gets really bad in these next 3 chapters. I couldn't change it though, for want of keeping the original story in tact.~~**~~
"needed comfort"
Hotaru wandered quietly into the room, shutting the door silently behind herself. She stood in the dark for a moment, fingertips touching the door handle still, reluctant to leave the safety of it. Her eyes got use to the darkness and soon she was able to make out shapes and forms. She studied the floor, beginning to move across it on stealthy feet. Walking over to one of the beds in the room she stood looking over it, straining her eyes to find some piece of flesh mixed in with the bed sheets; trying to figure out which boy was wrapped up over here. Reaching down with timid fingers she touched an edge to the sheet that she found resting on what looked like a shoulder. Tugging it down slowly and carefully, she frowned, unable to tell the color of the skin in the darkness. Curse these two for not sleeping with a night light of some kind. She leaned over, trying to find the face, trying to follow the curves of the shoulder to figure out where the head was attached.
Her free hand hovered over the now uncovered shoulder as she leaned over as far as she could to see the face, having found it buried in the crook of the other arm. She frowned and rolled her eyes, her free hand pressing down on the shoulder without her meaning to. She grimaced squeezing her eyes shut and waiting to be struck across the room by either a giant hand or a small, skilled one. Instead an arm reached up and wrapped around the back of her neck, tugging her into a tight embrace. She squeaked as she fell into the warm bed, eyes sized with fear, a hand shooting up for the help of someone that would never know to come.
The skin that now rubbed against her own was not soft and feminine like she had wanted. It was harsh and coarse, feeling like sandpaper rubbing over her. The breath that ran over the back of her neck smelt of fish, and the teeth just barely grazing at the nape of her neck, making her tingle all over, were sharp and pointed. She whimpered, looking down at the two tree trunk arms that were holding her body flush against their own in a loving spoon. She was trapped. She began to panic slightly, looking around quickly and frantically for a way out without waking him up and causing a big commotion. She had wanted someone to comfort her, to chase away the fears and thoughts the darkness brought with it; but she had not wanted this kind of comfort and she had not wanted it form this person.
Something brushed against her backside, causing her body to tense and her eyes to open wide one more time. The button down shirt she wore was tugged up on her thighs, his thick legs pressing against the back of her own, his body beginning to form further to hers. He growled contentedly in his sleep, making her whimper once again. The thing brushed against her backside once more, tensing her spine as she tried to scoot away, hoping and praying he simply slept with a knife on him. One of the arms released her, draping above his head as he rolled onto his back, pulling her into his side like a giant teddy bear. She rolled onto her own side, reaching for the bed that was across from her now, reaching for the thin form draped in what looked like cool and comfortable sheets.
"Itachi…" She hissed quietly, reaching for him once again. "I-Itachi…!" She got a little louder, glancing over her shoulder at Kisame to make sure she hadn't woke him up yet. He continued to sleep peacefully and happily, her body draped over his arm, his hand flinching against her hip every now and then. She looked back to Itachi, "Itachi…! For the love of the gods…!" she whispered, looking at the floor for something to toss at him. There was nothing on it; nothing at all. The room was immaculate.
Itachi rolled onto his side, facing her now; resting his head on a curved arm as his other lay beside him. She tilted her head, stopping her efforts to wake him to simply watch him from her precarious position. He looked so peaceful when he slept. Like he could never hurt anyone, simply help them. He looked happy too. She wondered if, in his dreams, he went back to a time otherwise lost to him; a happier time, centered around his family and his little brother.
Suddenly she was falling. She yelped, hitting the floor with a loud thud and laying there for a brief moment before rolling onto her back to look up at the ceiling. She groaned quietly, sitting up and looking at Kisame with narrowed eyes. He had now spread out the entire width and length of the bed, having pushed her off so he could have more room. No wonder he didn't have a girlfriend; if he tried to share the bed with her she'd get fed up with having to fight him for the bed. She shook her head, guessing she should be happy for this blessing. Getting up she turned and walked the few steps to Itachi's bed, bending over him and studying his sleeping face once more.
She reached out with a timid hand, the sleeve of the shirt hanging loosely around her wrists, belling low enough to tickle Itachi's bare flesh. He groaned, frowning slightly and waving a hand over his face, like he was swatting a fly away. She stifled a giggle and smiled, reaching out to cup his cheek lightly, running a thumb over it. His eyes shot open, the crimson of the sharingon illuminating his face. She pulled back at the sight of the livid anger written all over his features but, she wasn't fast enough. He caught her wrist, dragging her down to his level and wrapping a second hand around her throat, making her gasp for air.
She grabbed hold of his hand, driving her nails into it and whimpering. "I-Itachi…s-stop…!" He blinked, shaking his head and glancing around, then looking at her only to bite back a gasp.
"Hotaru, what are you doing?" He let go of her and she coughed quietly, sitting down heavily on the edge of his bed, rubbing at her throat slowly. She blinked and dazedly shook her head, like she didn't know. He sat up, leaning on one arm as he studied her. "You have no right to come in here like that, I could've killed you." She glanced sideways at him with pursed lips, still massaging her throat where he had gripped her harder than he ever had before.
"Gee, thanks for the heads up." She grumbled dryly, still trying to keep her voice quiet.
She glanced over at Kisame, then back at her lap. Itachi looked at Kisame too, then her. "Don't worry about waking him, he sleeps through anything. You have to physically wake him, pretty much." He told her and she sighed softly; that would've saved her alot've trouble earlier…But, she figured she'd keep that one to herself. "Now, why are you in here? What do you want?" He stretched and she looked at his bare chest, watching his muscles pull and contract with the movement. There wasn't a scar on him…even she had scars on her body; was he really so strong no one could touch him?
"I…I got scared." She muttered, looking at her legs and toying with the hem of her shirt.
Itachi raised a brow as he studied her, "Really? And what scared you?" he wondered boredly. She looked up at him, a pained look stretched over her face. The thought of Sasuke screaming at her and slapping her again had scared her. But, she looked at her stitched wrists and sighed, showing them to him.
"I thought Hidan was in my room…" She muttered. He cradled his chin in his hand, resting it on his knees and shaking his head. He pushed her hand back to her lap tiredly, yawning.
"You know he can't come near you anymore, unless we're all around to chaperon. It was a few days back; you need to quit thinking about it." He shrugged, and she yawned lightly too. How do you forget something like that? That was the most intense pain she had ever experience in her life and she had been through a lot of pain already. Well, she wasn't leaving this room. She had worked too hard to get the courage to come in here, and worked damned too hard to get to this bed without dying; so she wasn't leaving till morning.
She sat and looked at him patiently, and he sat and looked at her dully. Finally he sighed. "What is it, Hotaru?" he wondered and she shrugged.
"I'm not leaving. I don't feel safe. So, I'm not leaving till morning when I do." He looked at her with a small smirk.
"Really now? And if I try to throw you out?" He seemed to enjoy playing these little, "let's see who's better" games with her. She leaned back on her arm, tossing curls over her shoulder and shrugging.
"I'll kick YOU out instead." She smirked and laughed softly, listening to him chuckle too; something very rare to hear apparently.
Itachi's eyes roved over her form, watching how the fabric of the big shirt hung lose over her breasts, a few of the top buttons undone for comfortableness, revealing her prominent collar bones beneath and the deep, shadowy swell of her cleavage. He looked at her throat and the softness of it, remembering the night he fell asleep next to her when giving her blood. That was the night he had begun to entertain the thought of impregnating her. He leaned forward, not really sure why his body was acting the way it was, but deciding to see if he could put the thoughts into motion.
One of his hands cupped her cheek gently, turning her face towards him as his eyes met her own surprised ones. "So, you want to stay in here, Hotaru?" He murmured. She nodded slowly, her lips parted to speak, but no words passing them. She was frozen in place, afraid to do something wrong, and afraid of what would happen next. His free hand reached out, taking hold of her arm and gently lifting it from beneath her, turning her upper body towards him, pulling her closer.
"I-Itachi…I…I can sleep on the floor…" She mumbled, feeling their foreheads brushing together as she got closer to him. His head tilted and so did hers, their lashes lowering inevitably as their lips brushed each other.
"Not if I say you can't…" His sentence died out as his lips pressed against hers warmly.
A burst of heat shot through Hotaru's veins, causing her to gasp softly within his mouth. Her free hand reached up, touching his jaw line with gentle fingertips, as if hesitant to truly rest her hand against him. He slowly began to push her to the side, running his fingers through her hair softly as he did. They pulled apart, slowly and timidly drawing away from each other. Itachi pressed her to the bed, climbing on top of her calmly, making sure to move very slowly, so as not to scare her. He knew that her state of mind was fragile right now. If he could just keep her thinking about how much she missed Sasuke and how much they looked alike, then he could do this with ease. Something about her picturing him as his little brother, though, made something inside of him cry out.
His hand ran over her shoulder and down her chest, over one of her breasts, pausing at the buttons between them. She reached up, holding his arm lightly as she continued watching his face. She drew a knee up around him, feeling him beginning to slowly unbutton her shirt. He leaned down, resting heavily on his knees now, running his now free hand through her hair again. Her head tilted back as he kissed over her chin and down her throat, steadily unbuttoning her shirt. His breath was warm and moist, the tip of his tongue snaking out from between his lips every now and then to tease over her skin, making it tingle. She shifted slightly as he slid her shirt open, revealing her breasts, pausing to look over them.
She really was a pretty girl. Even if he only wanted to use her, he had to say, he thanked the gods she was as good looking as she was. He leaned down again, kissing around her nipple softly before drawing it into his mouth. Hotaru sucked in a deep breath, wrapping an arm around his bare back and arching her own beneath him. Her fingers traced over the lines of his muscles absentmindedly, her feet shifting beneath him as she let out a soft moan. He glanced up at her, untangling his hand from her hair to slide over her curves, easing it between her thighs and touching the barely clad flesh in between. She quivered at his touch, making him smile before nipping at her gently.
Her nails grazed over his skin, her back arching again before falling straight once more. His fingers began to work slowly over the fabric, wanting her ready before starting anything. She whimpered, beginning to squirm even more the more he worked and the harder he pressed. "W-wait…" She moaned quietly, staring up at the ceiling as she drove her head back into the pillow lightly before letting up again, her breath hitching. His fingers hesitated, but continued, deciding to ignore her request. He leaned up, kissing her throat again, his free hand sliding into her own, pressing it down against the sheets. He moved the fabric of her panties aside, running his fingertips over the smooth flesh he found bneneath, smirking at how slick it had already become.
"Poor, Hotaru-chan…" He murred, biting softly at her throat and beginning to suck lightly. His fingers slid into her, causing her to let out a quiet cry, her eyes widening at the sensation almost forgotten. It HAD been a long time since someone had touched her…she hadn't realized. Her back arched again, her breasts pressing against the strength of his chest as he drew her knee up around him again. She could feel his length hardening against her thigh, his teeth grazing her throat, nipping and biting at just the right times. She gasped, moaning quietly before turning away from him, her hand on his back still, tracing muscles. His fingers paused and he smiled, "Would you like something better, Hotaru-chan?" Itachi murred quietly, hooking his fingers into the rim of her panties and beginning to pull. He nuzzled her ear, biting its shell softly, kissing the skin he found beneath it, listening to her almost purr in response. This was going to be easier than he thought.
Hotaru closed her eyes, breathing softly as she gripped down on his hand, smiling lightly. She had forgotten what it felt like to be held, how warm and safe it felt to have His arms wrapped around her. She had forgotten how she loved to trace each muscle on His back as it moved, and run her nails over the scars that He so patiently let her feel. Matter of fact He had a scar right here on His lower back, from a kunai slash…Hotaru frowned, unable to feel anything but soft skin. She leaned up slightly, trying to look at His back and see where the scar had gotten to. Itachi pushed her down again, laughing softly as he looked at her and she stared at him in confusion. "Hotaru, what are you doing?" His voice was the same clam and patient voice she knew and loved, but it wasn't Sasuke. It was Itachi! Oh gods, she was sleeping with the enemy! Wasn't this some kind of treason?
Hotaru cried out loudly, jerking her hand away from his own and sitting up, knocking the stunned Itachi off of her as she scrambled out of the bed, tugging her panties straight as she did. He stared at her with confused eyes, watching her struggling to hold her shirt closed over her breasts again. "I-I'm sorry, Itachi! I'm so sorry!" She shook her head, a tear rolling down her cheek as she looked around with a panic stricken face. "Gods, what have I done?" She cried out again, running to the door and jerking it open, bolting out on quiet feet.
Itachi groaned and rest a hand on his drawn up knee, leaning against his arm once more. After a moment he opened his eyes, looking over at the still heavily sleeping Kisame and shaking his head, then looking down at his covered lap, still able to see the wasted fruit of his efforts. Gods, sometimes he hated being a guy. He got up, sliding pants on and walking out of the door, tying the drawstring at his waist as he did. He knew he was the last person she needed to see right now, but he was also the only person that knew she was up and panicked; and he needed to make sure she didn't hate him so he could try again later.