Title: Deep Within
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any of the characters. Don't Own, Don't Sue.
Warning: First Fic. Ever. Incest. Don't like it, don't read.
Flashbacks: italics
Thoughts: '....'
Speech: "..."
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I gasped as those all-too-familiar hands wound their way around my waist. A husky voice then whispered in my ear for the umpteenth time that day.
"Could you be falling for me? Oh otouto I have a feeling you already have." Shivers wracked my spine as his hands, slowly traced their way up and down my bare sides before finally choosing to rest on my hips.
"A-aniki!" I squeaked out. "Wh-what are you d-doing?!?" I stuttered. Though behind my protests, I was secretly loving the feeling of those devilish fingers tracing patterns across my stomach. "I-Itachi!" I gasped out, heat rising to my cheeks in embarrassment. "Ahh..st-stop! Please!" I was nervous, ticklish and jittery. This was so embarrassing, and I was worried someone might catch us, though who– in the empty mansion– I had no clue.
"Oh, my little otouto. Do you know how delicious you look, all flustered like that and calling out my name?" he asked, voice seeming an octave lower than usual. Thinking quickly, I fiercely shook my head, and mentally willed him away.
'Why does it feel so good, having his hands run across my body? I shouldn't be feeling this way about him!' I was at war with myself. While my conscience chided me for feeling affection towards my brother, my heart (and cock) clearly disagreed. Gripping my head, I leaned back into Itachi's arms, trying to fight off the immense disarray within my own mind. "Why...why..why?" I kept muttering, while Itachi held me against his chest. It was no help being in his arms, either. Gooseflesh crawled across my skin as I felt his muscles ripple with every movement. I was hyper-aware of any rustle or shift in position. I squeaked as his hands roamed upwards again, running over every inch of exposed skin. Then, something warm latched onto my neck and I bit back a cry of surprise.
"Ahh...an-aniki..." I cried out, shivering from his touches and caresses. His fingers were warm, but I still felt an icy chill spread through me when they came into contact with my skin. It felt like he knew where I was sensitive the most, and I squirmed beneath his gaze and broke free from the embrace, hopping on my bed, pillow landing in my lap.
"Eager to progress, I see." Itachi said with a quirk of his brow, making me blush harder.
"Uhh..n-no not...r-really..." I quickly replied, backing up as far away from that smirk as I could. I was completely embarrassed for being in this situation, and even more for enjoying it. A hand instinctively reached up and touched the spot where a hickey was forming. Itachi had me wrapped around his little finger, and what was worse was the fact that he knew it, too. He was coming closer, reaching the bed quickly with long, graceful strides. I eeped when the springs groaned in protest to the additional weight.
"Aniki! Do you really think we should..um be doing this?" I wondered. By now, Itachi was hovering over me, arms on either side of me and on all fours. It was a very...seductive pose, to say the least, and I was slightly intimidated by it.
"Do you really have to question my actions, little Sasuke?" he muttered into my ear, purring my name sexily before descending upon my neck again. I let out a groan as he sucked on my pulse, which rapidly beat faster as his tongue licked and his teeth nibbled their way to my collarbone. Blushing, I tentatively wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him off me. Looking into his eyes, I leaned in, as if to kiss him, then quickly jumped off the bed, laughing. Growling, he got up from the bed, but I had already dashed out the door.
"I will make you mine otouto, trust me on this one." and barely hearing those parting words, I was outside in the open air, sunshine warming my bare torso. I was glad to be rid of my brother for the moment, but then my happy mood soon escalated downward. By that time, I realized that getting out of the house was worse than being molested inside by Itachi. I was fortunate to step out, topless, just as Ino and Sakura were passing by. Luckily, I managed to grab the newspaper and run inside before they noticed me. Unfortunately, waiting on the other side of that door was my hatred; my weakness; my love. My brother was there, and I faltered for a moment, dropping the newspaper to the floor.
I pressed myself against the woodwork of the door, squeezing my eyes shut, afraid of the fury to be impacted upon myself for the trick earlier. But when it never came, I cracked open an eye.
"Since when do you cower so much, otouto?" Itachi asked almost softly, hand caressing my cheek. I flinched when he clicked his tongue at me, replaying the moments when that same tongue was on my neck or trying to tease its conniving way into my mouth and shuddered at the thoughts. It was like if I just pictured him, I could feel his hands roaming over my body. I could feel the cold seeping into my bones from his touches and the arousing feeling of his mouth over my own. I groaned, which, in return, caused Itachi to wonder exactly what I was thinking. "What thoughts have you making such a sweet noise?" Itachi purred, head next to my ear, making me shiver in response.
"Ever since you came back into my life." I whispered sullenly, looking at my feet. It suddenly felt awkward being around him, and I wished I could be someone else for a day. I wish I could go through life like a normal person, and not have to bother with feelings like this. Sighing, I began to walk back to my room, making sure to give a wide berth to Itachi. Then, I was turned around, and pulled into a tight embrace. "I-Itachi!" I squeaked out, shocked by the sudden onslaught of affection. "Wh-what are you doing?!" when I wasn't let go of, I began to fret a little.
"Shh, otouto. Let's just stay like this for a little." His words shocked me, but I felt comfortable in his arms, no matter how random the situation. It felt like he actually cared, and that he wouldn't just use me. It felt nice, and my own arms nervously snaked their way around Itachi's waist, returning the hug. I felt his breathing against my hair, and leaned my head on his chest. It was invidious and completely unfair that he could make me feel so...so whole. Unfair because he could help me; he could mend my wounds better than I could myself, and he did it like no other. It was disturbing yet enchanting at the same time. It was like anything you shouldn't have more of.. The forbidden fruit had been eaten. I sighed, this was definitely more complicated than I thought it would be.
I groaned and peeled myself out of the grip I was beginning to know better and better by the hour. "Aniki" I started, completely sure of myself, "I c-can't do this. I mean, it isn't right. How will the villagers come to accept an S-ranked criminal popping up out of nowhere and falling head-over-heels in love with his own brother? That's not something you hear on a daily basis, now is it?" he gave me a look that made me uneasy.
"Does it look like I care?" he asked, resting his head atop my own.
"No but-" I started, but was cut off by the softness of his lips pressed against my own, and the warm feeling of his tongue invading my mouth. My eyes slid halfway closed as i felt his tongue curve and dip inside my mouth. He enjoyed teasing me– he kept avoiding my own tongue which was inexpertly trying to tangle up with his. I made a slight noise of frustration and clung to his shoulders, unconsciously pulling him closer to my body. With his arm still wrapped around my waist and my hands gripping his shoulders, he pulled back with a smirk, satisfied by my reaction to his exploits. I sighed, which was becoming quite habitual; this wasn't how I planned to spend my afternoon. I wanted to get out of the house, not be assaulted by my older brother, even though it was becoming more... enjoyable.
"Still having second thoughts, my little Sasuke-kun?" I froze. It wasn't like Itachi to use playful endings to any name; there must be something he wants.
"Why, as a matter of fact, I am Itachi-senpai." I replied with much sarcasm and a slight grin. Ah, how I enjoyed being dominant for a minute. But all happy thoughts were gone as his smile grew wicked again. Backing up again, I hit the woodwork of the door, pressing myself against it as I had minutes ago. He crept closer, and put his lips up to my ear, whispering the future I'll be succumbed to.
"Otouto, oh otouto. Do you know how...pleasurable...it would be to hear you say that while squirming beneath me? While you're all hot and sweaty, calling out my name in sweet bliss, now, doesn't that sound attractive?" he purred, licking his way from my ear to my neck. I groaned as his fingers traced their way over one of my nipples.
"I-Itachi!" I gasped out, clawing at the doorframe as his lips encased one of my nipples, sending a wave of pleasure over my body. I felt my knees buckle and I clung to Itachi, not wanting to fall because it was a sign of weakness. ...I didn't want this feeling to go away. "I-Itachi..." I managed again before quietly blacking out.
I awoke to see my brother hover over me, hands behind his back.
"Itachi-nii!" I squealed. It was Saturday, my 8th birthday; the massacre of the clan had not occurred yet. "Did you remember?" I asked, hyper for once in the morning. It was a shock, actually, to see my brother home for once during a family event. Smiling slightly, he pulled his hands out from behind his back to hand me a small package wrapped in a dull black paper.
"There will be more in store for you later, otouto." and with those words, he poked my forehead and left me to revel in the glorious item that was for solely me. Carefully unwrapping the gift, I pulled out a box, and within the box was something unimaginable. Surrounded by protective velvet was a breathtaking silver bracelet. It was inlaid with sapphire and white and smoky quartz, to represent the Uchiha colors. Giddy, I slipped it on, and frantically ran around the house to search for the man who gave me this treasure. By the time I stopped looking for him, it was darkening outside with threats of a possible storm. Tired, I took a bath, fixed myself some food, and hopped into bed. There I lay, until shouts of terror filled the air.
I shot out of bed, and ran down the hallway, seeing my brother there.
"Hold up!" I shouted. I reached my hand out to him, but he didn't stop or look back. "Wait!" I began to crumble with despair. Sinking to the ground, I felt a few stray tears fall from my cheeks.
Now he looked back at me. I shuddered as he stared. He smirked, and his eyes bore into mine. He bent to the floor. Picking something up, he tossed it towards me. I dodged a knife whizzing right by my ear. I gasped and stepped back. His eyes...they weren't normal.
"Come here, otouto. Come closer." He spoke eerily. I stumbled, backing up to the far wall.
"You're not my brother. Wh-what did you do to him?" I stuttered.
He cackled loudly at my obvious fear, making my ears ring. He faded into the shadows, red eyes the only visible beacon in the darkness. However, eventually I lost sight of them too, and shook violently. And that was when I heard the first scream to ring into the night air and die down. That was the time I knew there was deep trouble, and something was amiss. Succumbed to my brother's will, he picked me up and threatened me to no end. When I thought all was lost, I began to have fading sight, and eventually tumbled into the darkness of a coma.
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"HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE!" I begged, I was terrified by now. How come no one has visited? How come I'm the only one here? "WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?!?" I cried out, tears streaming down my face. By then, I deemed rescuing hopeless, unaware that a highly ranked medical team was currently doing all they could to prevent the loss of the last Uchiha....
Eight days after that incident, I awoke to the hospital's white walls, and felt as if it was déjà vu. Only this time, I was greeted with the sight of mournful looking friends, but no family. It couldn't be true.. What I saw must have been a dream, right? But then, I was graced with the pleasure of knowing what had befallen my family. They were all slaughtered, and I was, supposedly, the only one left, except for him. Dread hit the bottom of my stomach, and I vowed if I ever saw that traitor again I would-
The dreamscape was suddenly cut off by the annoyance of someone shaking my shoulder, and light whispers of "Sasuke" in my ear.
"Uuhhhhnnn." I groaned, feebly bopping the perpetrator on the head. "Let me sleep! God!" I half moaned, half complained into my pillow, knowing well that once I was awake there would be no getting back to sleep. Suddenly, I shot up. I lived alone, if it was Naruto, he would have broken something by now, alerting me to his presence, but this person was quiet and graceful... with feather-light touches. Suddenly, a sharp pain throbbed within my skull, and I clutched at it, clenching my eyes shut and clamping my jaw tight.
"Here." Smooth hands with long, skinny fingers brushed past my cheek, and popped two aspirin into my mouth. Holding a glass of, what assumed to be water, to my mouth, I took a sip, and downed the pills. Prying my eyes open carefully, I looked at the person tending to me, only to now know that he hadn't left after that spiel before. God knows what he did to me while I was unconscious.
"Oh otouto, do I have a surprise for you." Itachi said while leaning in to claim my lips once again...