ITACHI P.O.V (Trigger warning: Drugs, Blood, Light Torture, Sex) This is a Madara x Itachi Fanfic One Shot! Enjoy!
The hall outside my chamber door is silent as the dead. Meanwhile, I roll onto my side, lurching violently I cough up a fountain of blood.
My body...won't last much longer!
I'm curled up on a matt on the floor of my room in the Akatsuki fortress. My cloak has been abandoned on a chair in the corner. The pillow under my long hair is soaked in sweat, and my entire body is trembling. I lick my parched lips and attempt to lift my head. There is a small clock in the corner, the only means of decoration in my room, it reads noon.
In four hours. I will meet Sasuke once again...and I will let him kill me.
The idea sends a rush of relief through me. I've been waiting to die for so many years, and soon I will finally get what I deserve for slaughtering my own clan.
Just then, I hear a pair of footsteps echo down the hallway. I cover my mouth with the palm of my hand. None of the other Akatsuki members know I am suffering from an unknown illness (and soon to die) It would damage my reputation to show any signs of weakness.
"Eh! I'm telling ya, this Ninja War is going to be a blast! A real explosion!"
It's Deidara...Sasuke failed to kill Deidara on his way to track me down. In fact, all attempts to kill my fellow Akatsuki members by Konoha inhabitants and allies have failed. It's a shame...I hoped to continue to leak info to The Hokage of the Leafvillage, but Madara and Obitos revealment of their true selves ruined everything. Currently, the third great ninja war has begun.
It's Zetsu's clones, Madara, Obito, and the Akatsuki vs the Allied Shinobi Forces…
But I won't live long enough to see the finale of this war. I only have one goal… to allow my brother to get his revenge, which will urge him to return to the leaf village. I will do everything in my power to make him the hero who killed the wicked and evil, Itachi Uchiha.
Deidara leaves whoever is travelling with him. The explosion-obsessionist disappears...that's when my chamber door slowly opens. Revealed to me is a familiar figure. My stomach twists, and my body trembles.
No...anybody but you!
I glare up at Madara Uchiha. He helped me slaughter my clan, and has thus been the only one to see my true agony. I like to think he gets off on it. In fact, he's admitted it to me.
After I killed my clan many years ago, I stood atop a hill and wept. Unbeknownst to me, Madara had snuck up to me...he whispered…" Don't worry, Itachi. I'll be here for you. I understand your pain...in fact, I want to watch you suffer until the day you die."
That's not the best thing to say to a man who had just murdered everybody who mattered to him…
"Itachi,"
Madara's voice is deep and commanding. I can't help but shiver, both at him but at a new spasm of pain. My chest feels like it's being crushed by a boulder. My chakra flow is blocked and my heart is racing a mile a minute.
"You look terrible."
Madara closes the door behind him and looks around my room. He raises his face and sniffs the room pretentiously.
"It smells sickly in here" He crosses the floor. "So. You're finally going off to fight Sasuke?"
He sounds like it's a joke.
"You know after your death, I'll just tell him the truth about you."
I remain silent against his veiled threats. He gets on his knees beside my bed matt. Madara's brilliant red eyes boor down into my own. I try to glare back, but I'm weak and near death.
If I don't inject my medication soon, I may die right here-and-now
"Leave me," I demand in an equally deep voice. But my own is weak and wavering. "I don't need you to patronize me. Even before death."
"It's more like suicide. It's pathetic."
Madara crosses his legs and props his elbow on his knee. He rests his chin in the crook of his palm.
"Ah, I'm so lucky to be the only man alive to ever see you like this. Really, Itachi, you're a fucking mess."
He licks his lips. I open my mouth to fire back a retort, but my chest collapses in on itself and I hack into my hand. I try to speak behind muffled gasps, but my attempts are silenced behind the pain. I writhe on the floor, clutching my chest and shutting my eyes against the abrasive candlelight. This physical pain is unlike anything I've ever felt before. It is as if every cell is alight with fire. I begin to choke on my own spit. My hands move to my face, trying desperately to clear away thick beads of sweat.
"Ughhh...ngh." Is all I manage to push out.
Madara smiles.
"I realized on my way over here. That this will be the last time I get to see you. Well, perhaps I'll recover your corpse. But albeit, that's not the point."
He moves his hand towards me. I flinch, pushing my palms towards him and fighting off his looming intent. But it's a weak gesture. Madara easily grips me by the throat and begins to squeeze. I gasp like a fish out of water. Clawing at his thick fingers that crush my jugular.
"Why don't I stop you now? Itachi? That way, Sasuke will never get his revenge. I'll trap you in a cage, and keep you as my little pet."
If I knew Madara was anything less than a psychopath, I'd think he's joking. But I'm an intelligent shinobi and I know better. If Madara could infinitely torture me, he would. He loves it. Since he is the only one who knows the truth about me, he thinks we have a special bond. (and not the healthy kind…)
Madara continues to choke me. I gargle on my own blood and spit.
"N- no. Don't...go near him!"
My lips are cold and wavering. Madara leans over my bedside, his other hand rests beside my head and he leans over. Examining my face with malicious intent. Inside my throat, I hear a sickening- crack! As the bones in my throat begin to break.
"Beg me."
His words hiss with savagery and his face is twisted with lust. My body turns limp, as the last of my air is trapped in my lungs. My head rolls to the side. My fingers twitch. My vision turns blurry.
"I said-"
Madara unhands my throat. All at once, my world turns clear and I gasp for air, coughing directly afterwards.
"-beg me."
He growls before swinging his hand and landing a direct slap against my right cheek. My head turns to the side causing immediate whiplash.
"Itachi. Do you hear me?"
My legs begin to tremble, and I can't help but shiver. At this sight of this, a slight grin crosses Madara's face.
"Ah- there it is-"
He slaps me again. This time. Harder. I whimper.
"Ngh...leave me...alone...to rest…"
My request is a simple whisper.
"- don't lie." He continues as if I never spoke. "This is all it's ever been. Ever since you slaughtered your clan and called yourself a traitor...you, me, and agony. Before you go off and die for your little brother, I intend to pull the last of that sweet...delicious...agony out of you."
"N- never!"
"You love it though. I know you do. Does it turn you on? I see you shiver...I know, that you know, you deserve this. All this pain, all this mental anguish, it's what you deserve for killing your family."
Just like that, I'm triggered into a P.T.S.D episode. I remember the war I experienced when I was just six years old...all the blood...and dead shinobi. I flash forward, to the night I wept while killing my parents.
"No...no!"
Cold sweats coat my entire body. My pores open, allowing the warm air of my bed-chamber to choke me.
Madara begins to laugh.
"Oh? Have I upset you? Hm, no matter."
He chokes me with one hand, lifts my head with the other, and slams his lips against mine. He chokes me with his mouth, forcing my head back into the pillow as he suctions my lips against his own. A groan moves throughout my body. My lower half tingles with both pain and unnecessary arousal. Madara knows I'm a virgin, so it takes everything in my power to break away and catch my breath.
"If you tell Sasuke the truth...or go near him…"
It takes every last bit of energy to complete my threat.
"I'll kill you."
Suddenly, Madara doesn't look so amused. His smile turns to a dour frown. Madara tilts his head, raises his eyebrows to reveal his Sharingan.
"My dear Itachi. You can't kill me. We both know that…"
He leans in for another kiss. I violently turn away, the idea of kissing him again makes me sick to my stomach. But he persists. Madara cups my cheek in his hand and pulls me towards him. His tongue flicks out of his mouth, lapping up blood that stains my warm lips. The bulge of his tongue circles my upper lip. He bites down, drawing more blood before teasing me with another gentle kiss.
He pulls away for one second before going in again. This time, I can't hide my inner, twisted wants...he's right. This is what I deserve. I hesitantly part my lips but he crams his tongue into my mouth, lapping up my spit before curling the appendage around my teeth. Madara chuckles, pulling away as a line of drool connects us.
"You're not breathing."
His voice sounds distant. He's right...I can't feel my chest any longer.
"Do you need your medicine Itachi?"
I nod.
"Hm? I can't hear you."
"Y- yes-"
My spine curls and I fire another fountain of blood into the open air from my mouth. The droplets propel back down splattering against my nose and eyes.
"I...I'm dying." My statement is lost behind a sea of blurs. "My medicine...I need...Madara…" My voice trails off. Madara is now a shadowy blob. He gets up and walks away from me. I hear the squeaking of a cabinet opening and shutting. His figure comes back. I see the glimmer of a needle and glass vile filled with liquid.
That's it! I need to inject that into my body, or else I won't have the power to fight Sasuke properly.
I lift my right arm, raising it towards Madara...but he laughs, moving the vile away from me. In my half-dead, lustful daze, I roll onto my side and drag myself towards him. My face makes contact with his foot. I rest my cold forehead against his shoe, before reaching up and gripping the cloth of his thick red armour. My eyes close, then re-open, I'm constantly threatening to fall unconscious.
"M- Madara...medicine…"
"What did I say?"
His deep, gruff voice orders. He moves his foot, pressing the tip of his shoe into my temple.
"I told you to beg. Don't worry...nobody else will know but me. It'll be our little secret."
My stomach feels nauseous at the idea of embarrassing myself just to please Madara, but I have no choice. I'll do anything to fight my precious little brother one last time.
"Please…"
I begin, but he cuts me off.
"Louder."
I gulp, hand moving to wipe my mouth before saying, louder- "P, please give me my medicine."
My body once again goes limp. Life has officially drained out of me...I land face-first onto the floor. In the darkness. I feel Madara move his foot. My body is lifted off the ground and my eyes flicker open.
Madara is holding me from behind, his knees are propped upwards, clutching mine from either side. My left arm is limp, but my other is held firm in his grasp. Before I can process it, he takes a nearby linen-cloth and wraps it around my bicep. He twists the soft fabric tight so it feels like it's leaving a road-rash on my skin. I moan in response, nestling my head in the crook of his neck. I look up at him, behind the shadows of his thick black hair I see a lingering smile.
"I won't just give you your medicine Itachi. I actually brought you a gift...it's a drug I've used on many other whores, even some Akatsuki members. It'll send tingles throughout your entire body. You'll feel no pain...only pleasure."
"I need...to fight...S-"
"Shhh. You did so well just now, begging me to give you your medicine. Now, just relax your arm, and let me give it to you."
Madara expertly fills the needle with the liquid from the glass vile. He fills it halfway, takes the sharp insert towards my pulsing vein, and stabs into the crook of my arm. I flinch, pressing harder into his body. I become aware of his erection pressing against my back. I swallow, watching as the warm liquid fills my veins. I let out a sigh of relief as the pain in my chest almost instantly disappears…
"Do you like that?"
He whispers in my ear.
"Y- yes," I reply. Swallowing the last of my pride.
"Why don't I give you more?" He teases. "You just need to beg me. Go on, Itachi, Just like before." I can practically feel his cock throbbing through his clothes.
"Please." I whimper through half-shut lips. "Give me more."
He fills the needle again and stabs the cold metal into my body. This time, my skin pulsates with adrenaline and I feel my own shaft becoming erect. I cross my legs, trying to hide it from Madara, but he notices. I feel his cheeks tighten as a grin explodes on his face.
"Good boy." He soothes. "Now I'll give you the good stuff."
Madara reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a handful of white pills. With his other arm, he drops the glass vile and it shatters on the floor. He pries his fingers into my mouth, opening me wide.
"Lick my fingers." He orders. I do as he says, wrapping my blood-soaked tongue around his cold flesh. Suddenly he lurches his fingers deep into the back of my throat. I gag but manage to get a hold of myself as I greedily suck on his appendages.
"This really is my lucky day. After years of teasing you, I finally get you to be obedient...all because of some stupid plan to turn Sasuke into a hero."
Just like that, I release his fingers. My mind works for a response, but it doesn't come. Instead, I scowl, turning my head away from him.
"No no no," he tsks while gripping my neck in a vice-grip. "That's not it. You need to be begging me to help you. On all fours, like a slut."
He shoves the handful of bitter-tasting pills into my moist mouth. With no other choice, I opt to swallow them quickly. A second later, my half-chub turns into a full-on erection as a surge of arousal explodes down my body. An avalanche of tingles pin me to the floor and my body goes limp. I fall into Madara's embrace as he trails kisses down my neck. My hair falls loose as Madara throws my red elastic across the room.
"Fuck…" Madara groans, moving his way to my ear. He nibbles at the lobe. "...I'll fuck you till you beg for mercy."
His words are like a toxin coursing through my veins. My body can't help but respond to it.
"I...I-" can't take it any longer! "W...want you… too."
"To what?"
In one fell swoop, he throws me onto my hands and knees. I try to prop myself into an upright position, but Madara swipes at my elbows causing me to go face-first into the bed mat.
"Say it!" My body is drowsy and sluggish due to the drugs. Thus my mouth moves to respond but my vocal cords generate no noise.
Growing frustrated, Madara wraps his fingers around my loose strands of long hair and tugs with all his might. I yelp with surprise as the pain resonates all around my scalp. My spine and back dip inwards and Madara uses his back to create pressure on my knees and ass. He moves his armour aside, allowing room for his erection to rub against my pants.
I finally manage to blurt out- "Do it! You monster, fucking do it then!"
He slams my face into the floor and rips off my pants. My entire world is a blurry mess. My body feels like it's on fire. It's as if I lack the capability to breathe, yet I remain alive. My body is filled with a tingling sensation along with undeniable pleasure. Throughout the white-noise of my own drugged stupor, I scream. Pushing through the void. "Fuck me!"
That's the last coherent thing I remember saying. After that, I feel the sensation of being thrust into and my body rocking back and forth. Small flashes of pain explode like lightning bolts only to be expelled by greater pleasure. I'm opening my mouth to scream. Not just from being fucked but also from unbridled rage and pain.
Why me? Why!? I repeat over, and over and over again. All I wanted was to stop my clan from triggering a major war...and this is what I'm left with!?
A tear falls down my face to be followed by another. I clench my teeth together and feel an all-to-familiar sensation working up my shaft. I gasp with alarm as an orgasm, more powerful than any before, rocks me to my very core. I slam my head on the floor and moan as loudly as I can. My fingers find the corners of my bedsheet and I drag the fabric closer, clutching it with all my might. Madara claws his nails across my skin under my shirt. I feel the blood trickle down my spine.
Only a few more thrusts from him and I feel something warm filling me up. My eyes remain shut, and I focus on the sticky liquid slipping around inside me. It drains out soon, dribbling down my thigh and soaking my pants.
Madara leaves me alone in the dark for a few moments. The blissful tranquillity is a godsend compared to my usual state of pain (due to my illness.)
I flop over onto the floor, my arms hang loosely by my sides.
"Itachi?"
Madara whispers like a thief in the night.
"Itachi!"
He slaps me out of my daze. My eyes flicker open. His face is mere inches away. He's grinning like a Cheshire cat, so happy, and full of himself.
"Don't forget, this is what you really are. Nothing but a useless pawn to be controlled as others see fit. When you die at your brother's hands, remember this."
Madara whispers in my ear one last time…
"If only you could see me trap this world in the Infinite Tsukuyomi, I'd love to watch you weep one last time as the world falls to ruin."
All I can do is listen. He rises to his feet, opening the door. "Goodbye, Itachi Uchiha."
The door slams shut. I'm left...once again...all alone.