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Order And Chaos

Devil's Brew

Naruto has never done a drug in his entire life. In fact, the idea of drugs is just so profound that he cannot see himself ever committing to them. But, in the light of the situation, he must give in.

He is unsure of exactly what is happening, but he knows without a doubt that that he has been exposed to something extremely strong.

He runs his tongue over his dry lips, laying on his back on the floor, blinking rapidly as the world around him slowly but undeniably begins to change. Itachi, standing over him, begins to fringe at the edges and Naruto has to squeeze his eyes shut to try and dispel the feeling that he is floating off of the floor.

How did he end up on the floor?

When he opens his eyes again, Itachi is leaning over him, though still a little fuzzy appearing. A slow, cruel smile is sliding over his lips and his devil black eyes are glinting in amusement. When he speaks, the words are slow and slurred, warped through Naruto's currently drugged mind.

"How are you feeling, Naruto?" The man kneels completely, one knee pressing between Naruto's thighs, moving them apart as he sluggishly draws his eyes down to watch the action. When he tries to react like he normally would, finding some sly way to slip away, he finds that his heavy body will not comply with his wishes. In fact, to his horror, his body burns as a slender hand is pressed against his abdomen, trailing fire as it slides up to smooth over his chest.

Where is his shirt?

He hisses, eyes falling half shut as his hands move up to plant against Itachi's clothed chest, trying to fend him off while gasping out barely audible words. "What did you…?"

Itachi hums in the back of his throat and leans closer to Naruto, cupping his hand so that his dull fingertips dig into Naruto's flesh, and with heightened senses it makes him come up off the floor in an arch of his back, a strange sound of discomfort falling from his lips as his arms fall back down at his sides.

"It's just some encouragement is all." He pauses, tilting his head to the side, a look of astonishment planted falsely over his features. "Though I do suppose I am too impatient to wait until it fully starts working. And so…"

Itachi stands, snatching up Naruto's wrist to bring him up as well, the sudden force of it making Naruto stumble and his hips catch the back of the couch, sending a sharp jolt through his body. He grinds his teeth and moves slowly as he turns to face Itachi, hanging onto the couch for balance since, inexplicably, his legs feel weak and wobbly.

He feels his chest constricting, making it slightly hard for him to breath, so panting gasps is all he can manage. When Itachi takes a step towards him, he stumbles a few steps down the length of the couch away from him.

The smile on that face curls more and Naruto blinks his eyes open wide, forcing himself to take in his surroundings, to try and let his distorted mind register the many times he had traced the condo with his eyes closed.

So, when he darts to the side some more, he is surprised to find himself tumbling over a footstool and stumbling until he hits the large glass window that acts as a wall, his face suddenly pressed against the cool surface as a hot, lanky body molds against his back.

He strains to look over his shoulder, even when a hand presses against the side of his face, sweet breath fanning over his neck as Itachi whispers to him. "Now Naruto, just relax."

The hand moves away from the side of his head, fingertips trailing down over the slope of his neck, dipping over his shoulder to sear its way down his naked torso to finally reach the waistband of Naruto's pants, and he finds that even though every fiber of his being is screaming for him to fight back, to not allow it, his body is altogether too weak to do so.

He closes his eyes as the cool air of the room hits his privates as Itachi successfully draws his pants down enough on his thighs so that they fall to his ankles on their own, a breathy chuckle coming out behind him as Itachi celebrates his first win, drawing back just enough to rid himself of his own shirt quick enough to press back against Naruto and keep him 'compliant.'

Naruto groans as his flaccid member presses against the glass, squirming his hips and trying to press backwards, which makes his entire body freeze as his butt meets with something hard, something large, something hidden just beneath the fabric of Itachi's pants.

"I must say, I was very surprised to see my little Sasuke answering the door."

Naruto holds back the yelp that he wants to allow to come out when a warm hand moves to wrap around the base of his member, the hand on his hip tightening its hold to bring him flush against the other male's hips.

He tries to focus on Itachi's words, instead of what the other man is doing as he wobbles on his feet.

"Tell me, what could you two have been doing all night, to make you oversleep?"

The grip on his member tightens, almost painfully so, and his back arches as he sucks in a gasp of air, his head shaking slightly in denial. "N-nothing!" It's almost as if he cannot fight back, as if his willpower is nonexistent, as if he doesn't care what is happening to him.

But he cares. Oh, does he care. This cannot happen to him. He cannot let this happen to him!

And yet… and yet.

A pleased sound escapes Itachi and, with horror, Naruto realizes that he has begun to grow hard in the other man's hand.

"N-pl-" whatever it is that Naruto tries to say, tries to plead, falls short with a whine that draws up in the back of his throat, a noise that he does not recognize, a noise that he has never made before. It's high pitched and drawn out, a desperate cry.

Itachi soaks it in with a chuckle, a dark sound that rolls along Naruto's spine, as he fists his hands against the cold glass, still slightly bent over, his lips parting in a frantic pant as his hair falls to veil his face, even as it begins to burn in shame.

Fingers ghost over the sac between his legs, fondling it, before moving ministrations back to the underside of his manhood, lazily tracing the vein there, coaxing him into a state of arousal even as he denies it, cursing the fogginess in his mind, cursing the way his entire body feels as if he has been dipped into a vat of acid.

He cries out as fingers brush against the blushing head of his forced erection, a pitiful sound that a grown man should never make, and his knees tremble as he begins to loose his footing, sliding down the glass with his hands making a squeaking noise, hitting the ground with his forehead leaning forward to press against the cool glass between his hands.

He watches, glazed, as the glass before him fogs white with his panting gasps, his entire body trembling, needing, and yet not wanting. There is a blissfully agonizing moment where there is no sense of Itachi's presence, and then hands are stroking up his back again, causing him to suck in a sharp breath, his skin feeling as if fiberglass has been injected into it with each touch.

Then fingertips are on his hips again, hoisting him up painfully on his knees, a leg pressing between his own to spread them painfully apart.

"Don't.." the whisper is strangled, barely audible, and he can feel a bead of sweat forming at his temple and sliding down the side of his face as he attempts to look over his shoulder, failing since his head is just too heavy.

A delighted murr sounds from somewhere behind him, words sliding happily from Itachi's lips, curious. "Are you a virgin, Naruto?"

There is a moment where Naruto is almost convinced that Itachi will let him be when hands are withdrawn from his hips, but the small ounce of peace that he is granted is ripped viciously away from him as a chuckle sounds throughout the room and he feels something press against the ring of muscles that is his anus.

He immediately tries to lurch forward, proceeding only in smacking his forehead against the glass, a yelp forming in combination of both sensations. His body immediately begins to tremble more, arms hardly keeping his upper half from crumbling to the ground.

"Here? You're a virgin here?" Then a slickened finger pushes inside of him, slowly, and Naruto can feel his world exploding, his nerves shredding, his mind cracking. He does not want to register what is happening to him, but he cannot help it, because his body screams for something, anything, to ease the intense fire flooding through his veins.

Itachi has no compassion for the revelation, and in fact, he seems to react in much the same way that a little kid would react to having a rare brand new toy given to him. He moves the finger inside of Naruto more vigorously, nearly cooing to him as Naruto moans out his horror.

Naruto feels his mouth watering, and doesn't have the mind to close his lips, gasping in a larger breath of air as he feels himself stretching more as another finger is added, and then another after only a few strokes.

"You made me have to reschedule a very important meeting, Naruto."

If he was any lesser of a person, he would probably cry. But he can't, not because he does not want to, but it is almost as if Itachi is playing his body like a fiddle, coupled with whatever drug that Itachi had slipped into his drink, and all he can focus on is the burning, the hardness, the absolutely all-consuming need to be touched.

But he doesn't want to be touched. Not by Itachi, and not like this.

He tries again to lower himself against the floor and immediately notices something incredibly wrong.

Itachi lets him slip away and something in the back of his mind tries to warn him, tries to help him snap back into reality, but he cannot. He presses his forehead against the carpet, forearms falling to either side of him, hands relaxing as he continues to pant, eyes hooded. He doesn't want to look. He doesn't want to know what Itachi is doing.

Perhaps if he looked, he could have prepared himself. Doubtful, though, because who can ever prepare themselves for such a thing?

Naruto makes another pitiful cry as a hand connects with the side of his right thigh, fingers taking up a bruising grip on the leg and yanking it up from beneath him, his stomach hitting the ground and knocking the breath out of him.

His other leg naturally follows suit and he finds himself stretched out against the floor until fingers tangle into the hair at the base of his neck, yanking back, making his back bow as his head is forced back, eyes rolling up to the ceiling. A firm body slides up against his own once more, naked flesh against naked flesh, and Naruto realizes with a start that an equally aroused member is pressing against his butt cheeks.

He squirms beneath Itachi, cringing away from hot lips that brush against his neck, closing his own blues against the wet tongue that slides along his jawbone.

"I'm going to have you Naruto."

And Naruto can feel Itachi sliding away, free hand moving to press down on his lower back as if to keep him planted against the floor, and then hips are moving away from his, the only warning he is given before somehow, in an act of great sexual prowess, Itachi finds Naruto's opening with his own thick head, grunting as he thrusts his newly slickened erection within the blonde male.

Naruto freezes, his mouth opening in a soundless cry, eyes opening so wide it's almost painful. Itachi spares no comfort, slipping himself in to the hilt, nearly purring at the tightness Naruto provides. Naruto himself begins to shake uncontrollably, the searing pain ripping from his lower extremities radiating through every nerve in his body, making him somewhat glad that he is already pressed against the floor because if not he surely would have fallen.

He can feel them, then, the tears prickling at the corner of his eyes, and he is even more ashamed, his cheeks burning a bright pink as his breath gasps out harshly, choking as Itachi slides out of him before easing back in with a grunt.

And then Naruto's head is released and it falls heavily to the ground, his left cheek pressing against the carpet, even as his hips are once more hoisted up into the air though his chest stays flat. Itachi's motions quicken, thrusts becoming harder, more frantic, and Naruto can feel the pain easing away, giving purchase to something else, something he doesn't want to acknowledge.

He squeezes his eyes shut again, a sound escaping his lips even though he wills it not to, a moan. He can feel drool slipping to the corner of his lips, finding its way to the carpet beneath his head, but he cannot bring himself to care as Itachi pauses to angle his hips in a different way, before thrusting in again, violently crashing against Naruto's prostate.

Naruto howls, coming up off of the ground in a frenzy, fighting away the lethargy in his muscles as he tries to scramble away from Itachi, away from the pain, away from the forced pleasure, away from the shame he feels coiling deeper and deeper within him.

"Is that the right spot?" Itachi's voice growls out over him and Naruto barely recognizes the panting, garbled sound. He claws at the carpet, trying to pull away, but that only encourages Itachi further and soon hands are roughly grasping him, turning him over onto his back, jerking legs to lop over slender shoulders.

And Naruto comes face to face with the Devil, black eyes shining in unrestrained pleasure, wild black hair splayed in every direction, ivory teeth glistening in a wickedly sadistic smile. Naruto reaches up with his hands, pushing against Itachi's stomach, still weak from whatever it is coursing through him. A hand curls around his wrists and jerks his arms above his head as his hips are hoisted up further on Itachi's thighs, knees still limply draped over Itachi's shoulders, back bending until he feels as if it will snap.

And then he is being invaded again, harder, more relentless, that grinning face hovering over him as he feels his world swirling, black licking at the edges of his vision, and then he is falling, spiraling into an endless sea of black as his head rests back against the floor, his only remaining thought being that he would be sure to pack up his crap and leave as soon as he is able.

….

Hm, hoped you like that. Really, it was a long time coming, and every crazy person has their limits before they snap, and Itachi had reached his.