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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More than a thousand words have been said by him,, but nothing can compare to the way he slowly destroy my existence with just a brush of his lips over mine. However, with arms pinned above my head, I pushed against the restraints, never allowing him to know I was loving the feeling of being corrupted by hands, lips, and tongue, exploring every inch of me. I struggled, but came to the same ending of being slammed back against the bed. I couldn't believe this was happening again. Why was it that every time Itachi's near, he always ends up pushing me against something, forcing my arms to go places other than right by my side? Turning away from the kiss, I gasped, flustered by the sudden lack of air and still current headache.
"W-why me?" I huffed out, never fully expecting an answer. "Wh-what's with all the-" I never was able to finish my sentence, seeing as how I was cut off by a cold hand sliding down my body and a warm tongue reinvading my mouth. I bit back a moan as those devilish hands traced a pattern on the inside of one of my thighs. I knew I couldn't, and wouldn't submit to Itachi's will. If I let this happen, who knows what he'd do to me next. I laid there, squirming beneath those fingers, wanting to hold those hands and run them across my body, and yet wanting to push them away all the same. A frustrated groan clawed its way out of my mouth– I was desperate for more attention and yearning for an escape– but it was muffled, caught by Itachi's talented tongue. He peeled his fingers away from the heat of my thighs, and slowly began to pull the hem of my shirt up, fingers dancing across the bare skin of my stomach. He slid the material up further, exploring the pale canvas of my body spread out before him, and pulled the shirt taught above my head, tying my wrists to the headboard with a wire, then with the shirt, for extra security, marking me as his prisoner.
My eyes widened, and I tossed about, struggling, doing anything to try and loosen the bindings. The wire was painful, and tightened with every toss or turn, digging into the flesh of my wrists. I needed another distraction. I need to do something to avert his eyes from watching me... enjoy his actions. Itachi shouldn't see me like this, weak and panting, flustered and excited; it taunted me so, to see my body react in the way it has. Oh, how I knew he loved every moment of this, one could easily read it off the smirk upon his lips. He hovered over me, straddling my waist leaning down close to me, those same mouth that held a steady smirk was getting closer and closer...
Gasping, I shot up, or...tried to at least, I squeezed my eyes shut.
'It's all a dream.' I tried to reassure myself. But when I felt my arms tied above my head, saw the red and slightly purple hickeys decorating my chest, and felt the heat of another next to me, I began to worry a little. My heart was beating to fast, pulse faltering at moments when he stirred or shifted in the bed we were currently sharing. My eyelids drooped shut in remembrance of what had happened a few hours earlier. It was as if it was happening right now. Every touch, every swipe of that talented tongue felt as if it was running over my body right now. Breathing became rapid, which lately seemed to be a normalcy. His breath on my neck...the way his devilish fingers played along the tight skin above my waistline...the way his tongue felt, tangling up in mine....his hands ghosting over the sensitive....
"Ahh~!" I was caught off guard, as "A-aniki!" attached himself to my collarbone and began to suck lightly... every swipe of that talented tongue...it was amazing. My heart was racing...this...it's not normal! I-I shouldn't be reacting this way..but...his hands and his mouth...it's to die for. And yet, it was almost too much to handle.
I trembled beneath his touch as his graceful fingers trailed their way down my sides and over my stomach, slowly tracing patterns that were resulting in some disruptions on 'other' parts of me. Soon joining his fingers, his warm mouth began to explore the crevice of my neck, licking and biting its way down from my ear to my shoulder. He was persistent, and made sure to leave new marks where the old ones were beginning to fade. His hands mastered the art of devilry as they slid up to brush over a nipple, eliciting a delicious moan from my behalf.
'I know he wants me to cave, but if I did, who know's what would happen...but the temptations–' my thoughts were cut short as his mouth finally made its way down my chest again, attaching itself on a dusky nipple, while his long fingers twisted and tweaked the other. He was being the devil's apprentice, trying to wring some sound out of me, a little reaction to let him know his ministrations were corrupting the better half of me. I struggled to stay in control of my body, but it was a do or die situation, and seeing as how death was not a wise option, I went for 'do' and moaned without restraint as his mouth traveled lower, stimulating me even further.
"A-aniki!" I shouted out, completely lost in this new feeling of passion. "P-please more!" Excited by the proclamation he moved down slowly, tauntingly and slowly pulling my boxers down, managing to kiss and nip at every new piece of exposed skin. He then whisked my boxers off completely, and gently ran his tongue down the length of my cock, eliciting another hearty moan from me. He then took my member in his mouth, and began running his teeth along it, licking it from base to head. Another moan escaped my lips, and I felt a slight blush rise to my cheeks, as he erected my cock to its full potential. My breathing was erotic, coming out in short, heavy pants.
"Damn...you...Itachi..." I managed to gasp out between his ministrations, attempting to find some form of composure, which turned out to be futile. I began to form an idea in my head, and struggled to get him off me, alas, his hands had a firm grip on my waist, and the wire holding me hostage dug into my skin further. The pain was a slight distraction, but was a pointless act, as he continuously brought me closer to the edge. Soon though, he pulled away with a smirk, making the pain between my legs throb and cause extreme discomfort. "Wh-what are you doing?!?" I almost shouted.
He chuckled, the sound all too familiar to me. "Oh otouto, I thought you thought this was wrong. That brothers shouldn't do stuff like this. Why have you suddenly changed your mind? Hmm?" He inquired, hurting my pride a little with his response.
'I just realized that...I-I love you, Itachi.' those three words...they were so easy to say, and yet I couldn't bring myself to form the sentence. Irony was playing it's luck tonight, and was striking head on at my heart. Instead of proclaiming my newfound information, I turned my head away from him, unable to meet his haunting eyes. A hand softly caressed my cheek, and another slid down my hip, and began to relieve me of the aching pain between my legs. Slowly, he began his ministrations again, stroking my erection with his long, skilled fingers. And not long after that, I came hard, arching upwards, thighs trembling, crying out his name and collapsing back against the bed. Slowly, I began to drowse, and I was aware of a chaste kiss being placed upon my lips, and him whispering something incomprehensible, and, finally, I fell into a deep, long slumber.
It was about three weeks since my 8th birthday, and about two weeks since I awoke in that hospital to be graced with the wonderful news about my family. I was terrified, alone, and unable to support myself alone in the, now haunted, mansion that I like to call a home. I was lucky enough to not be murdered, but I had lost the one person who actually meant something extremely special to me; my brother. It was killing me, being alone in the large house, all alone and stuck to reminisce over what had happened about a month ago.
However, I was still allowed to go to school, and on my first day there, I stayed in the back corner of the room, aware of all the accusing eyes on me. I knew they were all wondering 'why is he the only one alive?' but to tell the truth, I had no idea why, either. So, I went about my business, payed attention in class, and took extremely sufficient notes. I was happy, until we had a break and were allowed to hang out outside. I was nervous to leave my corner and face the extreme inquiry of the outside world. I felt very apathetic about the whole idea, but the teacher eventually dragged me outside, claiming that 'it was good for my health if I made some friends'. Friends.... it was a very dangerous word to use, and I was wondering if there was a person brave enough to actually be my friend.
Then, as I was outside, I felt their eyes.. They seemed to burn into my back, and I took a quick route up a tree, sheltering myself from their gazes. Upon my perch in the tree, I soon realized that I was not the only one there. Nervously, I peered at the person sitting next to me. He was a tan boy, with spiky golden hair, and large blue eyes that seemed to compete against the clear sky.
"H-hi..."I whispered, wondering if this boy could become my friend. He turned his head slightly to look at me, observing my average looks.
"Hey." he calmly replied, slightly smiling.
I scowled back. "Who are you?" I inquired, interested in another, for once.
"I'm Naruto. Naruto Uzumaki."
Gasping, I awoke to an empty bed and room. Light and music spilling from an open bathroom door was the only other significance of other life in this house. Unfortunately, I was still tied up, and I was still bare of all clothing, sweaty and sticky. I was completely vulnerable, and I knew Itachi was aware of it too. My arms were aching and some blood still trickled down my arms, reminding me of our previous actions.
Drowsily, I took a look around the room, observing the decor and color schemes. The walls were black, and directly in front of me was the bathroom door from which music was heard. Next to that, was what seemed to be an antique desk that was cluttered with papers and books, all ranging in different sizes. To the left of the bed, there was two windows, veiled by a sheer grey curtain. The bed itself was adorned with burgundy, satin sheets, and a large black comforter. The dim lighting was allowing me to make out only these larger objects, but the smaller details could not be made out.
In awe, I began to calculate how much time I had left to live. This was Itachi's room, and every time someone went in there, they never came out...well, except for Itachi himself. While I was wondering if I was to succumb to that fate as well, I began to doze into a fitful, dreamless sleep.
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I awoke, feeling vaguely dirty, and out of place. On top of that, it was hard to breathe, and something abnormally heavy was atop my chest, and my eyes were veiled by a silk piece of cloth.
"What's going on?" I asked, anger and fear causing my voice to rise and crack in the middle.
Then, warm breath danced on my ear, whispering "Oh, you'll see, my little otouto. You'll see..." then he chuckled, and I began to get dizzy...