Buried Alive – Chapter 10: Punish Me
A/N: So, here it is. The first lemon of the fic. And I deeply apologise for it not being Ita/Sasu, in case you didn't get me heavily implying that last chapter. I tried to work on this immediately after I finished writing the last chapter, but visions of seriously creepy shit started running through my head and I found it really hard to write...didn't help that my dream was one long voyeuristic session of watching Madara do Itachi...and then being forced to think about it all through chemistry...then all through double biology...then all through my frees and lunch break...God, I'm so sick. But please, I know this is not the main pairing, and I'm very sorry if this freaks you the hell out or if it majorly squicks you. You can probably just skip a whole bunch of this chapter if you're not comfortable with it. Song of the chapter is Bestrafe Mich by Rammstein, because we're getting masochistic! The lyrics are translated by me :P because my German's good. Kinda.
This is thinking/dreaming.
This is regular story.
This is author's note.
This is title.
Warnings: Graphic man-on-man sex. Mostly sorta consensual, technically a kind of prostitution/coercion. But dude, would you willingly have sex with your probably very insane ancestor? So if that freaks you the hell out, you can skip the sexy parts and you won't miss too much plot. Oh, and swearing. But that's the standard for this fic.
Disclaimer: At this point, it should be obvious that I do not in any way own Naruto because people are about to have sex, which we do not see in the actual series, manga or anime. I am not profiting from it. In fact, I think the distraction it provides actually made me work slightly less hard in class. But I love you all so much I did it anyway. Don't kill me!
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Your size makes me small
You may be my punisher
Your size makes him small
You may be my punisher
The Lord takes
The Lord gives
But he only gives
To those he loves
Punish me
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I practically begged him out of Sasuke's room. It was more than a little humiliating, but it was Sasuke. No one was allowed to touch him. Especially not this man.
I lead the way down the corridor, away from my little brother, and towards the living quarters for the members of Akatsuki. All the rooms were roughly the same size, each with their own shower room attached. Partners didn't have to share in this base. Whoever had constructed it had obviously had the forethought to separate partners; spending too much time with one person can drive you a little crazy. My door was the last one on the row, but the corridor seemed to shrink, brining me ever closer to my bedroom, to my penance.
"Anxious, are we?" Madara's voice cooed from behind me. I grit my teeth and remained impassive. Not even my great ancestor got to see my panic.
For a moment there, I felt utterly powerless. If he chose to take Sasuke, there was nothing I would be able to do about it. All I could do was draw him away, satisfy his desires myself, and try and keep him as far away from my brother as possible. I tried to pretend it was no great sacrifice, but it was. I hated this man, and I hated what he did to me. I hated that I let him touch me, that I let him see me at my weakest. But it was for Sasuke. It was all for Sasuke.
I opened the door, stepped over the threshold and held it open for him.
"Please come in, Madara-sensei," if my intentions weren't clear before, they were now. I only called him sensei when we were intimate. It seemed to encourage him.
My bedroom was as bare as Sasuke's. A bed, a desk and chair, and a wardrobe were the only furniture I kept. There had been a rug at one point, but it had been stained beyond repair when Madara took a liking to my pale skin against it one night. I never really liked it anyway. I had no pictures or paintings to decorate the plain walls.
After he had stepped a little deeper into the room, I fully turned my body to face away from him as I shut the door, displaying a kind of submission. I would never turn my back to him otherwise; one of three remaining Uchiha or not, I didn't trust him not to slip a knife between my ribs.
I'm completely defenceless, sensei. Please...
Gloved hands seized my wrists and pinned them above my head to the door. Holding them there like a vice, one hand snaked down to yank my head back by my ponytail. Lips descended on mine, hot and crushing, teeth biting and chewing roughly. It hurt. But I responded, moving my lips back against his subtly and gently, playing my role perfectly.
Yes, sensei, even with all my power, you're still the greatest...
The grip on my hair tightened, as did the hands around my wrists. I ground my body back against his, imitating an escape attempt. He pressed his hips hard into mine, and even through our clothes I could feel his desire. I parted my lips, feeling his tongue slip into my mouth, claiming every slick surface it touched. Running over my lips, my teeth, my gums, forcing my own tongue to submit. I licked back a little, playing the shy, inexperienced virgin. He liked that one.
Oh sensei, I love it when you tongue-fuck me...
The pace of his hips was getting faster, pressing my body into the door. I desperately prayed Kisame and the others were in another part of the building. The hand in my hair pulled my hair tie out, letting my black locks stream down my shoulders. Fingers tangled in it tightly, drawing my head back for another painful kiss. The hand around my wrists let go, trailing over my face, down my neck, over my chest and began to fiddle with the waistband of my trousers.
"I want to hear you moan for me, Ita-kun," Madara growled into my ear, breath hot against my overheated skin. My breathing was rapid from the kiss, and my body was reacting to him exactly the way he wanted it to.
His hand slipped into my trousers, a single finger tracing the line of my own hardening arousal. I let out a low moan, pressing forward into his hand. His own grinding sped up, and the hand left my hair to hold my hip tightly. I would have bruises in the morning. My hands slid down the wall as his fingers gripped me, slowly pumping. I didn't have to fake any moans as I silently cursed my own body for being so compliant.
Please, sensei, more...
His mouth latched onto my ear lobe, chewing a little too hard, perversely sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I tried to buck into his hand, speed him up, heat coiling through my body as I got closer and closer. For a second, I didn't care who he was, or who I was, it was just my body and his body, and there was nothing else. Just physical pleasure.
Then his hand left, and pulled my trousers down to my thighs.
"Please, the b-bed, sensei," I said, gasping for breath.
"Not a chance, Ita-kun. I'm going to take you against this door,"
One hand retreated briefly, before reappearing, slick with some kind of lubricant, at my entrance. I forced myself to relax, trying to control my breathing. His free hand fisted into my hair and pulled back painfully, forcing me to arch my back and push myself onto his fingers. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, feeling fingers forcing their way deeper and deeper, then pulling out, then pressing in. A third finger joined the other two, splaying apart and stretching me further. I longed for that old burn, the proof I wasn't used to any penetration, but it was long gone. I hadn't felt it since I was fourteen. The fingers hooked, and probed a little, brushing against a spot that sent waves of intense pleasure through my body, making me push back against the invading digits to find it again. Through half-lidded eyes, I watched my body fuck itself on his fingers.
I'm ready for you, sensei, whenever you want me...
"Enough," he said roughly, pulling his fingers out and pushing his own trousers down a little. His member stood to attention, swollen and flushed, ready to fill me. He wasted no time, rubbing the remnants of the lube up and down himself, wasting no time. Other times, he'd made me get on my knees and suck him off, or held my hair and fucked my mouth. He liked to hold my hair. He quickly positioned himself and began pressing in, drawing a long keen from my lips. In a final thrust he was fully inside me. It didn't hurt anymore, like it did at first, but it was never a feeling I wanted to get used to. Being abused like this made me forget, and forget was something I wasn't allowed to do.
Without waiting for my consent, he pulled back and thrust in, brushing over the spot inside me that made me dizzy with pleasure. I restrained my moans, biting into my lip. He thrust harder and harder each time, our skin slapping together, until I wasn't able to contain myself and I was almost screaming.
"Sensei...!" I gasped, the hand in my hair pulling my head right back. I was so close, my own hips jerking back erratically to meet his, my mouth wide and breathing fast. I looked the perfect picture of wanton desire. One final thrust brought me to completion, and I stifled a yell, spilling myself over the wood of the door, leaving a small reminder for what we did even after I cleaned up. The psychological impact was always greater than the physical, a fact I knew all too well.
Madara didn't stop. I purposely tightened my muscles around him, trying to force his orgasm or at least speed him up. My body was over-sensitised from my recent climax, and the movement of his member inside me was making me harden again. I fucked myself back onto him, letting a small groan escape me. Finally, he released. I felt his seed fill me as he forced himself to be still for a moment, claiming me from the inside.
"Sasuke will join Akatsuki, and he will join you and Kisame in the capture of the Kyuubi. You will train him in advanced techniques with the Sharingan. He will become a part of my organisation, and you will assist me in making it so. Are my orders clear?" He whispered into my ear, pulling on my hair for emphasis.
"Y-yes, Madara-sama," I said, my voice weak.
"Good. I'll see you later, Itachi-kun," He released my hair and let me drop to the floor. I crawled out of the way of the door and collapsed against the wall, letting the self-loathing commence.
Once again, I swore I would never let him take me, and once again, I had let him without any resistance. I had no excuse for enjoying it. I wasn't supposed to like it. But I did. My own body betrayed my heart and my head, yielding to his dominance. At first, it was payment for his training. I was still paying. And now, it was to keep him away from Sasuke. Perfectly justified.
I stayed slumped there for another ten minutes, before picking myself up and cleaning the door and changing. I brushed my hair, but it never felt the same after he had had his hands in it. I felt soiled, impure, even though I didn't have a right to because I had initiated it.
I hoped Sasuke could forgive me for this, because I couldn't.
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A/N: Itachi, you whore! Arg, I feel violated! Dude, it's not often that I feel like I could get off on my own writing, but the combination of hair, masochism and certain things makes this horribly appealing to me...Uh...I think I need to go lie down...or have a stiff drink. Tell me if you want to shoot me, hug me, or pass me the vodka. In a review! Reviewers get their choice of free gift: smelling salts, a bottle of vodka, or brain bleach. Thanks ^^