Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Rated R for: Graphic violence, adult language, adult situations, and sexual content.
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Tora gasped slightly as the iron grip on her wrist jerked her off her feet to the floor, pulling her towards Itachi. The tight grip pulled her along the rug until her head hit the side of Itachi's bed, then jerked her arm upwards. Tora was face-to-face with Itachi, his Sharingan eyes boring into her jade orbs.
"Itachi-sama, I apologize for waking you!" Tora cried apologetically, panicking at the look on the teenager's face. "I only came to-"
"I know, you came to take care of the plants, Tora. But do me a favor, neh?" Itachi hissed coldly in Tora's face.
"Of course, Itachi-sama! Anything," Tora promised hastily, pleased that she was getting away so easily. Her code of honor would not let her fight her beloved and superior.
"Just shut up for a while," Itachi instructed cruelly, pulling Tora's wrist so that she once again lost her balance and fell atop him, clumsily strewn over the covers. Itachi chuckled dryly and grabbed both of Tora's wrists, shaking the velvet covers off him and holding Tora's body to his. The girl's eyes widened as she found herself in such an awkward position.
"Itachi-sama, please let go! I am not fully healed, you are hurting me!" Tora was lying and she knew it, but if it would keep Itachi at bay...
"Don't lie to me, I smelled that tea you made, and I know that recipe. It's famous for its miraculous healing powers," Itachi whispered in Tora's ear slyly. "Now you can't avoid me."
"Itachi-sama!" Tora pleaded, squirming.
"You promised that you would shut up, now do it!" Itachi hissed in annoyance, shoving his lips to hers. Tora's eyes almost instantly closed and her struggles ceased. This feeling of passion pleased her, and to kiss Itachi so perfectly was all she really wanted. Maybe she would find out how he really felt about her through that kiss. Hopefully, she returned his advances, snaking her lips across his.
Itachi smirked in the kiss and lifted Tora's wrists, which were still in his cruel grasp, and pulled her hands up closer to him. Carefully, he released her tan skin, placing her hands on his chest. Tora, occupied by his lips, let her hands rest there, and Itachi inwardly smiled. He brought his own hands up to her face, the pale white skin tone clashing with her exotic colors. He brushed a few stray strands of hair from her face tenderly, forcefully controlling himself. Women would run away if you were too rough.
"You are mine," Itachi hissed as he lowered his mouth from her lips to her jaw line, tracing the jaw bone hastily as he traced a path to her neck. Tora gasped slightly as his lips parted the healing skin on her neck, letting the thick blood fall again. His tongue flickered out, dabbing away the blood before disappearing back into his mouth again.
"Ngh," Tora whimpered as Itachi lowered his lips down her neck, trailing butterfly kisses and, at times, savage little nips in his wake. Suddenly, as his lips caressed the little groove at the base of her neck, he flipped both of the over, Tora landing roughly on the mattress beneath Itachi. She struggled in the slightest bit, nervousness clear in her eyes, and Itachi placed his hands back around her wrists.
"Itachi-sama, please, I don't want this," Tora pleaded, withdrawal and fear shimmering in her eyes. Itachi's cloak fell in a veil around them, hiding them from the outside world and encasing them in a blackened sky. Tora was finally able to see something of Itachi's body for the first time, and he was lean and muscular. He wore a black mesh shirt and uniform black ninja pants, with bandages obscuring the flesh on his calves and ankles, with typical navy blue sandals.
"No, puppet, you are mine now, to do as I please," Itachi smirked triumphantly, pinning Tora down. His ebony hair had come loose of its ponytail, now hanging down around his face and mingling with Tora's flame- hued locks that fanned out around her head like a halo. Tora only whimpered as Itachi lowered his mouth back to hers, stealing kisses greedily, and trailing them back down her neck and to her collarbone.
"No!!!" Tora wailed as Itachi's lips came to the top of her shirt, his teeth toying with the fabric. 'Stop it!!!" Itachi smirked cruelly at the sound of Tora's pleas, the sound of a voice so desperate always amused him. The fact that she wasn't begging for her life, but her innocence, amused him even further, to the point of mad lust.
"Hush now, Tora-chan," crooned Itachi mockingly, resting his chin on the area between her breasts and looking up at her with entertained eyes. "I promise that you'll like it."
"No, Itachi-sama, I'm begging you," Tora cried, tears in her eyes. Itachi was about to answer when suddenly...
"Where's that girl? I need something to eat!" Kisame's voice rang from the kitchen door, up the stairs to Tora and Itachi's ears. Itachi froze mid-word, his face a mask of absolute shock and hatred. With an angry roar, he released Tora's wrists and withdrew back into his velvet blankets, roughly shoving Tora out of bed. The redhead regained her balance clumsily, physically and mentally distraught at Itachi's cruel actions. However, she regained her composure and appearance, grabbed the watering can from the floor, and walked in her casual dignified manner out of the room and downstairs to fix Kisame a hot meal.
Rated R for: Graphic violence, adult language, adult situations, and sexual content.
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Tora gasped slightly as the iron grip on her wrist jerked her off her feet to the floor, pulling her towards Itachi. The tight grip pulled her along the rug until her head hit the side of Itachi's bed, then jerked her arm upwards. Tora was face-to-face with Itachi, his Sharingan eyes boring into her jade orbs.
"Itachi-sama, I apologize for waking you!" Tora cried apologetically, panicking at the look on the teenager's face. "I only came to-"
"I know, you came to take care of the plants, Tora. But do me a favor, neh?" Itachi hissed coldly in Tora's face.
"Of course, Itachi-sama! Anything," Tora promised hastily, pleased that she was getting away so easily. Her code of honor would not let her fight her beloved and superior.
"Just shut up for a while," Itachi instructed cruelly, pulling Tora's wrist so that she once again lost her balance and fell atop him, clumsily strewn over the covers. Itachi chuckled dryly and grabbed both of Tora's wrists, shaking the velvet covers off him and holding Tora's body to his. The girl's eyes widened as she found herself in such an awkward position.
"Itachi-sama, please let go! I am not fully healed, you are hurting me!" Tora was lying and she knew it, but if it would keep Itachi at bay...
"Don't lie to me, I smelled that tea you made, and I know that recipe. It's famous for its miraculous healing powers," Itachi whispered in Tora's ear slyly. "Now you can't avoid me."
"Itachi-sama!" Tora pleaded, squirming.
"You promised that you would shut up, now do it!" Itachi hissed in annoyance, shoving his lips to hers. Tora's eyes almost instantly closed and her struggles ceased. This feeling of passion pleased her, and to kiss Itachi so perfectly was all she really wanted. Maybe she would find out how he really felt about her through that kiss. Hopefully, she returned his advances, snaking her lips across his.
Itachi smirked in the kiss and lifted Tora's wrists, which were still in his cruel grasp, and pulled her hands up closer to him. Carefully, he released her tan skin, placing her hands on his chest. Tora, occupied by his lips, let her hands rest there, and Itachi inwardly smiled. He brought his own hands up to her face, the pale white skin tone clashing with her exotic colors. He brushed a few stray strands of hair from her face tenderly, forcefully controlling himself. Women would run away if you were too rough.
"You are mine," Itachi hissed as he lowered his mouth from her lips to her jaw line, tracing the jaw bone hastily as he traced a path to her neck. Tora gasped slightly as his lips parted the healing skin on her neck, letting the thick blood fall again. His tongue flickered out, dabbing away the blood before disappearing back into his mouth again.
"Ngh," Tora whimpered as Itachi lowered his lips down her neck, trailing butterfly kisses and, at times, savage little nips in his wake. Suddenly, as his lips caressed the little groove at the base of her neck, he flipped both of the over, Tora landing roughly on the mattress beneath Itachi. She struggled in the slightest bit, nervousness clear in her eyes, and Itachi placed his hands back around her wrists.
"Itachi-sama, please, I don't want this," Tora pleaded, withdrawal and fear shimmering in her eyes. Itachi's cloak fell in a veil around them, hiding them from the outside world and encasing them in a blackened sky. Tora was finally able to see something of Itachi's body for the first time, and he was lean and muscular. He wore a black mesh shirt and uniform black ninja pants, with bandages obscuring the flesh on his calves and ankles, with typical navy blue sandals.
"No, puppet, you are mine now, to do as I please," Itachi smirked triumphantly, pinning Tora down. His ebony hair had come loose of its ponytail, now hanging down around his face and mingling with Tora's flame- hued locks that fanned out around her head like a halo. Tora only whimpered as Itachi lowered his mouth back to hers, stealing kisses greedily, and trailing them back down her neck and to her collarbone.
"No!!!" Tora wailed as Itachi's lips came to the top of her shirt, his teeth toying with the fabric. 'Stop it!!!" Itachi smirked cruelly at the sound of Tora's pleas, the sound of a voice so desperate always amused him. The fact that she wasn't begging for her life, but her innocence, amused him even further, to the point of mad lust.
"Hush now, Tora-chan," crooned Itachi mockingly, resting his chin on the area between her breasts and looking up at her with entertained eyes. "I promise that you'll like it."
"No, Itachi-sama, I'm begging you," Tora cried, tears in her eyes. Itachi was about to answer when suddenly...
"Where's that girl? I need something to eat!" Kisame's voice rang from the kitchen door, up the stairs to Tora and Itachi's ears. Itachi froze mid-word, his face a mask of absolute shock and hatred. With an angry roar, he released Tora's wrists and withdrew back into his velvet blankets, roughly shoving Tora out of bed. The redhead regained her balance clumsily, physically and mentally distraught at Itachi's cruel actions. However, she regained her composure and appearance, grabbed the watering can from the floor, and walked in her casual dignified manner out of the room and downstairs to fix Kisame a hot meal.