Hittin chapter 10 now. :D The big one oh.
*sigh* I need better shit to do with my time. Imma goin to see Harry Potter tomorrow! :U I kind of crapped out ever since Sirius died. But eh, I guess I can give it a shot.
Baw. I really don't want summer to end. School starts in a month. Bleh. Oh well, at least it's my last year of high school.

Warnings: Rape, mpreg, yadda yadda yadda. Also gay guys and buttsecks.

Disclaimer: Of course I own squat! That's how it always is. ._.

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(PEOPLE WHO CAN'T TAKE SOME GOOD OLD FASHIONED SMUT SKIP DOWN TO THE NEXT CHAPTER.
ACTUALLY, IT'S NOT THAT OLD FASHIONED. IT'S FAIRLY DETAILED.
DETAILED SEX. IF YOU GET SQUEAMISH, SKIP TO THE NEXT CHAPTER.
....I have spoken. :U)

He hadn't given Naruto a moments rest, not a second to respond. In an instant, he had the blond backed against the large oak table, climbing on top of him.
"What do you say Naruto-kun..? Why not ruin the table that tried to sell you into slavery?"
Itachi smirked down at Naruto with satisfaction, soaking in the terrified look on the blond's face. It was a sadistic feeling, but sadism was his guilty pleasure. Gently he ran his hands down the jacket that covered Naruto's chest, creeping his fingers underneath the lining of the jacket.
"I-ita...please.."
Naruto's voice was simply tantalizing, teasing Itachi enough so that his hunger grew unsatiated, craving more and more of the shivering fox below him.
And there were times when he knew he had to stop, and the terrified Naruto beneath him only brought forth guilt. He'd ruined the boy once that way, years ago. It was a miracle Naruto could even tolerate to be around someone like him after what he'd done.

His actions had been deplorable. By all intents and purposes, Itachi was a murderer, a kidnapper, and a terrifying rapist. And one poor boy had been the central target of it all: the one who now lay in a tearful pile below him.
But why couldn't he stop?
Everything Itachi had known for years had been self-control. Knowing when to end everything. But with Naruto..he couldn't stop. It was strange, and at the same time frustrating.
Did he really...love the boy?

Again his face hardened into a mask, and he gently hovered above Naruto. The boy looked so small in his arms, so fragile, that just a touch would shatter him into pieces. His large aquatic blue eyes brimmed with tears, watching the larger man's every move.
"Forgive me Naruto....forgive me...for what I am about to do."
That seemed to have taken Naruto aback slightly. The blond's fearful gaze snapped into one of curiosity, and his consistent struggling to break free had finally wound down. Instead he found himself letting Itachi wander across his body, afraid more of the pained look in the raven's eye.
Was he as scared as Naruto himself?

Gently, Itachi pulled down the zipper to the blond's jacket, running his finger down the tshirt that covered Naruto's chest.
"Do you like this shirt Naruto?"
"Y-yes.."
He scoffed lightly, tossing the jacket and shirt quickly to a crumpled heap on the floor. Though he would much rather have torn his way through to Naruto's bare chest, he did at least have enough in him to respect another's wishes.
At times anyway.

Laughing at his own thoughts, the Uchiha gently leaned down, biting into Naruto's sensitive neck. He knew just how much it got the boy to shiver and moan, much to his enjoyment and thrill. Albeit a sick enjoyment and thrill. His hand snaked down to the lining of the blond's pants, dipping down inside them and gripping the blond's hard member.
"Mmm..for someone who struggled, you seem to be enjoying it." He teased, swirling his thumb around the tip of the sensitive organ. In responce, Naruto's hips buckled, his moaning rising to the celing of the cave. No one would be inside, and he could scream as loud as he wished without attracting attention.
And for some reason....that exited him.
What in the world was wrong with him? Enjoying rape? Had he already succumbed to Stolkholm Syndrome (1) after such a limited time with his culprit?
He was both sickened and aroused.

"I-Itaiiiii..."
With each touch, the feelings became more sensual. He slowly dripped away from the fear, embracing the sheer pleasure that his hands could give him. After such a long time running away, it seemed like now he couldn't get enough of the very thing he so greatly feared.
Bucking his hips again, Naruto let loose a cry that he swore shook the foundation of the stone structure. digging his nails into the wood of the table, the blond tried his best not to leave clawed marks, though Itachi simply placed his other hand over the blond's.
"Let them see what we've done Naruto. I want them to know we were here."

Blushing furiously, and out of pure defiance, Naruto still resisted the urge to tear the wood to shreds. The feeling was unbearable, and instead he latched onto the Uchiha's back, ripping through an outer layer of flesh with his claws. Much to his surprise, Itachi merely groaned in some sort of masochistic pleasure and squeezed the blond's strained erection, earning him another blast of overwhelming emotion.
He'd already begun seeing stars by the time he realized Itachi trailing kisses down his chest, running his tounge over the blond's erect nipples. No sooner had he reached the erection--already weeping with precum--when he had engulfed his mouth over the sensitive organ.

Naruto nearly screamed, bucking his hips into the celing, though restraining his true power from gagging the Uchiha. Having nothing to grab, he finally gave in, raking his fingers across the smooth surface of the table and leaving deep gashes in his wake. Blood poured from his fingertips, though he'd barely noticed the pain while the wounds sizzled away. Instead he focused on Itachi, the rhythmetic bobbing of his head almost making him drowsy, had it not been for the sensational feeling that snapped him to attention.
Reaching a climax so quickly it left him breathless, Naruto spilled his release out into the Uchiha's awaiting mouth, watching him lick up the gooey remnants with his fingers.
"Interesting taste Naruto."

His face had turned a cherry red, enough to rival the crimson Sharingan that stared cockily back at him. Itachi knew he'd won, and he was aware the frustrated blond knew that too. Regret still pumped through his veins, but the fact Naruto no longer peered on him in fear was enough to combat it for that moment.
"And now.."
He moved himself again over the blond, ebony locks spilling over his shoulders to gently tickle the tip of Naruto's nose. Removing his own clothing quickly, Itachi aligned his body with Naruto's, allowing their bare skin to touch up against each other, quickly attacking the blond's neck with a series of bites and kisses. Distracting the blond with that, he quickly aligned his aching erection with the blond's entrance and gently entered.

Naruto screamed. Louder, harder than he ever had before. And if his previous outcry had shaken the building, he was sure that one was heard. Itachi quickly silenced him with a passionate kiss, though Naruto took his feelings again out on the Uchiha's bare back. Blood ran down his fingertips, warm to the touch, though unusually cold against his heated skin.
Tears formed at the corners of his eyes, falling down in fat droplets down his cheeks. It hurt, the pain almost unbearable. He'd forgotten how simply intolerable the beginning was and had he not been locked in a kiss, he'd have been begging and screaming for it to end.

Itachi pulled back with a groan, arching his thrusts so that he'd find the patch of nerves that would send Naruto wild, his sweet spot. Once the blond's screams had become eager cries of desire, Itachi again probed the spot that had his Naruto screaming for more.
His Naruto. A pipe dream if there ever was one. Naruto had never shown love interest in men. He would wake up in the morning attracted to a woman, ashamed of what had happened, and in fear of Itachi. He didn't know why he cared so much, nor did he understand how his feelings had swelled to that caliber, though all he truly could focus on were the blond's erotic moans and his own oncoming climax.

He moaned the blond's name cautiously before releasing inside him, panting heavily and watching the boy under him squirm with spent fatigue. Naruto's face was flushed to the point at which it looked feverish, and his eyes, still brimming with tears, remained shut. Too exhausted to move, Itachi merely lowered himself onto the blond, getting back his energy until he finally pulled away, turning to the abandoned pile of clothes on the ground. He dressed quickly, not looking at the blond until he had been fully clothed, turning to boy, who appeared to be frozen.
"Naruto?"
Gently he nudged the blond, widening his eyes as the boy curled to the side, breathing softly in a rather meticulous pattern.
The boy had fallen asleep.

Cracking a faint smile, Itachi draped a cloak over the sleeping fox, lifting both him and his clothes into a tight embrace. He gently planted a kiss on the blond's forehead, whispering a remorseful apology in his ear. Turning to examine the room and smiling at the scars that marred the surface of the table, Itachi turned and ran from the building, off into the darkness and never looking back.

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1. For those who don't know, Stockholm Syndrome is what they call the behavior when a captive becomes sympathetic or sides with their captor. It is real.

Anyway, since my writing style has gotten a bit better than when I first started this account, I was thinking of rewriting the first few chapters to match what I can do now. What do you guys think? :U The more opinions I get, the more I can help meet your needs yaknow. rofl.