OMG! UPDATE! Haha, damn, I have no excuse for taking almost five months to update this. I'm horrible, I know. But there ain't no time like the present! I missed this story.. I missed ItaNaru. D: wah~
I have NOT abandoned this story, guyzz. Never.
Warnings: Explicit situations between an adult and a minor. Offended? Turn back now.
Let us begin!
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My heart sped. I could feel it pulsing beneath my chest.
My fingers fumbled fruitlessly with the fickle locks, my nerves feasting frantically at my flushing face.
I could feel the blood pooling. Pooling everywhere. My cheeks, my chest, in between my legs..
Itachi was in the same room as me.
Itachi, someone so fair and gallant, with me. In my shit of an apartment.
When the lock finally clicked in finality, I turned, once again beholding the delicate, midnight beauty of what was Itachi. His long, sable hair fell onto his face like rivers of ink, framing and caressing his sorcerous features ever so gently.
His eyes, however, were what made him utterly inimitable.
A deep sanguine.
Compelling, piercing, and beautifully lavished with an abundant array of thick, ebony lashes. His eyes bore holes into me, reading and knowing absolutely everything that crossed my mind.
I was sure of it. Those all-knowing eyes, that caring voice; so soft, yet so firm. Even as I stupidly stood there in front of the door trying my absolute best to control the muscles on my face, I knew that he could read me like a wide open book.
My legs shook from beneath me from sheer exhilaration, my face burned, my brows quivered. He was but mere inches away from me. His smell, which remained the exact same as it was every day, enclosed him in an intoxicating, lascivious cloud of.. enchantment.
His lips were full, lightly tinted. His skin, so soft.
Everything about him made me want to die in his arms.
"Naruto," he spoke, closing the gap that remained between us as he took a small step forward.
My eyes met with his chest, and I was forced to look up, adhering to my name. His eyes lowered to the side momentarily, his brows furrowed lightly in a notion of contemplation. For a moment, I felt horribly anxious, fearing any form of rejection.
I wanted him so badly. The unattainable, the impossible.. I wanted it. I wanted it more than anything.
I gulped thickly, my eyes moistening at the heavy array of thoughts sprinting and fleeting through my head. I was terrified. My pulse was frantic, my fingers trembled.
Would he tell me that it was all a mistake..? That I was ugly? That I was stupid?
"Can I.."
His face was unreadable, only his brows remained pressed.
I could feel a whimper riding up against my burning throat, the air stuck inside my lungs. I was so afraid.
"Can I.. kiss you.. again?"
His voice was lace against milk.
A hushed whisper.
I felt myself drowning in it, my legs giving out. The relief was untellable. My eyes widened, a shameless amount of blood pooling itself against my cheeks as I stared into his magical, geranium eyes.
I knew then, that angels were real. That there was, indeed, a heaven.
I was entirely taken.
"Y-yes.. I mean, of course you ca-"
His lips sealed me, an exasperation of breath caught deeply in my throat.
I felt myself melt against him, feeling as the bones in my legs churned into goo. His arms caught my fall, however, as he led me carefully against the door, my back pressed firmly against the wooden surface.
He was so soft. So warm.
His lips were cautious against my own, almost as if he were somehow.. timid.
I was stiff, unsure of what to do. I had never kissed anyone before. Aside from the brief one we'd shared earlier, I knew absolutely nothing. I trembled uneasily at the thought, hoping my blatant inexperience didn't show through to him. Hoping it didn't dissatisfy him, displease him, or make him want to stop..
He was so perfect. And I.. I was so.. I was nothing.
He must have noticed my awkwardness, because almost as quickly as it'd started, it ended. My eyes reluctantly opened, the blurry image of his complexion enamoring me into a deeper void. I could still feel the warmth of his figure pressed securely against me, but with every breath, it left me. Leaving me a cold, heaving mess against the wood of the door.
I tried looking into his eyes, my vision still hazy. My lips were searing in heat, the thickness that rested more and more painfully beneath my denim jeans throbbing in agitation. I was afraid, I knew it, but I wanted him so much that I was willing to throw myself at him again, to beg, to plead for his attention.
The sound of his penetrative voice, however, stopped me from the ridiculous action; his hand ceasing my attempt to touch him in mid-air.
"I don't.. I don't want to force you to do anything," his eyes dimmed, a forlorn expression on his face as he gently began to let go of my wrist. He looked to the side, away from me. "I'm sorry. I should leave."
"No!" my voice was louder than I meant for it to be, a dam of tears already threatening the rims of my eyes. The fear in me was so great. The fear of losing him. I would do anything, anything at all to keep him there. "I mean, no.. Please don't leave. Please."
"Naruto, this is not righ-"
"It doesn't matter!" I shouted, allowing a tear to fall, "I like you.." my voice was a pitiful shrill, a quiet, high-pitched confession. I wouldn't have blamed him then if he had laughed. I was so pathetic. "I like you.. I like you so much. Please.. Don't leave."
Water spilled from my face. I could feel my brows quivering. I was a disgusting, shameless mess.
I wouldn't dare look at him, and I stared towards the ground, my body shaking. I couldn't possibly be able to explain what I felt for him; so quickly, so deeply.
I was certain then that he would laugh at my childish idiocy.
"Naruto, look at me," his voice was a ghostly ululation, and I began to feel the warmth of his chest being pressed against me again.
I was taken back, shocked, and I shivered, my eyes (though blurry and raw from tears), managed to focus with his own, and I nearly fainted from the sheer amount of tension.
He was so beautiful.
Devoted in not losing him again, I quickly wrapped my arms around his chiseled figure, pulling him in. His hand lifted my chin, and within the expanse of one torturous second, his lips met once more with my own.
This time, however, fiercely.
I was entirely submissive between his figure and the wall. I could feel something hard from in between his legs pressing firmly against my stomach. Something thick and hot. I knew almost immediately what it was, and I let out a stifled groan against our kiss. The ache beneath my jeans solidified into rock so much so that it began to feel painful.
I needed him. I needed more of him.
His hips began to slowly rock themselves against me, crushing and caressing his length against my pelvis as he continued to kiss me. I whimpered powerlessly against him, my body heating with every sensuous movement that he made. This seemed to have encouraged him further, because right at that moment, he began to probe against my mouth with his tongue, demanding an entrance. Needy and absolutely delirious, I opened wide, unsure of what to do.
He didn't seem to mind my clumsiness, however, and he immediately began to trace his tongue against my own, beseeching me for some sort of response. I was so nervous and afraid that I would do something stupid and unappealing that I simply tried my best to mimic his movements, licking at whatever I could from inside his honeydew mouth.
The taste of him was exquisite. Recherche. Something I could never be able to explain.
All I knew was that I was hungry for it, ravenous.
Elicited moans resonated from within my throat, my erection furious and feverish against me. I began to rock my hips against his, following his rhythm; absolutely frantic for any form of friction. My body reached a boiling temperature, and the clothes that I had on began to feel cumbersome and itchy. My hands traced at the lovely curve of his chiseled spine, the sweet smell of his hair filling my nostrils.
My need for him was frenetic. Wild, and lewd.
I was a virgin, yet I knew that I needed him inside.
My dick twitched in response to the thought, agreeing in wet hysteria.
I pushed my tongue against his more harshly, swallowing his taste whenever he allowed me. His breath was heavy against my cheek, and I knew that he felt it, too. This hot, erotic feeling.
The epitome of need and sin.
I was thirteen (a month from fourteen), and he was twenty-six.
Though, that had never fazed me. I was devoted to him. He could have me. I wanted him to.
Frantic for oxygen, we pulled away, our mouths separating with a suggestive sound. I heaved for much-needed air, looking into his glossy eyes. A thin veil of pink graced his ravishing features, his lips pinker than before; swollen. He looked utterly amazing, sexy, debauched.
His censored length still rubbed and pressed against me in rhythmic thrusts, and I could see him gently biting down onto his bottom lip; suppressing the sounds that I, myself, had failed to suppress.
That's when I noticed the way I'd been mewling.
I turned away shyly, ashamed.
"Don't.. Don't look away," he said, his voice shaky. His finger guided my chin back towards him, and I bit my lip, trying to hold back the dirty noises I'd been making. "I.. I like it."
My face, if possible, reddened further.
Before I could make my bold move at reaching for his lips again, however, he began to slowly slither beneath me.
I watched in confusion as he settled on his knees before me, leaving me a whimpering mess at the notion of his face now entirely facing what I was most fearful of him noticing.
My dick was thick and obvious beneath my jeans, the outline of it twitching shamelessly from the lack of attention. I tried to hide the vulgar monstrosity with my hands, wholly embarrassed, but he gently pushed them away, looking up towards me. There was a lustful expression on his face, an expression that nearly sent me on automated orgasm.
"It's okay, Naruto.." he whispered, his nimble fingers making their way towards the zipper of my jeans.
The action surprised me, and excited me all at the same time. A blatant moan escaped me as my brows quivered in anticipation.
I could regretfully admit to the porn magazines that inhabited the lower interior of my bed, which was the only reason why I partially knew what he was planning to do next.
I squirmed against the wall, his sluggish movements forcing my cock to make raunchy movements from beneath my pants. I could already feel my boxers drenching and my balls retreating against me.
My will failed me, allowing a quivering whimper to slide from my throat the moment my dick bounced from out of my clothes. I watched in horror as it brushed against Itachi's nose ever so lightly, soiling him there with a string of sticky pre-cum.
A tear fell from my eye. A tear of sheer and utter embarrassment.
"I-I'm sorr-"
He gave a small, microscopic smile.
"Shh, it's alright."
Before I could say anything else, (or even begin to think of how self-conscious I was of him seeing that part of me due to the fact that I was not very proud of it, and that I had a very obvious lack of hair there), his lips wrapped around the reddened head.
I took in a heavy, noisy breath, pushing my back harshly against the wall in response to the overwhelming sensation. My eyes clenched themselves shut, my body shaking.
His mouth was hot and wet, his tongue licking on the underside of it.
I felt like dying.
I had never in my short life felt anything like it before.
Sure, I'd read dirty excerpts on smutty magazines before, overheard a few people's conversations, watched people's expressions on porn videos.. but never in my diminutive life had I imagined that I'd ever experience it.
Much less.. with someone so unforgivably beautiful.
I quickly brought my hand to my mouth, droning out the noises that I failed miserably at keeping down. His lashes brushed sweetly against his marked cheeks, his lips wrapping more and more firmly against the thin skin on my dick. I quivered powerlessly against the wall, watching with slitted eyes at the way he began to submerge himself against me, his cheeks puffing.
The feeling was staggering.
I could no longer keep it in, and I broke down in a series of shameless, unabashed moans.
Before I could do much of it, however, he swallowed me.
My eyes widened at the shocking sensation, my brows slanted deeply in blatant pleasure. I looked below, greeted with the salacious, irreplaceable view of him taking me into his throat. I could feel as the tip of my dick pressed against his uvula, ensuing for an inexplicable friction that sent me straight into the braces of Eden.
My hips jutted forward on their own, frantic for more of that wet warmth.
Warmth that came from him.
Itachi.
"A-ahh..!" My entire body flushed, the feeling of his chin pressing against my retreating balls again and again driving me absolutely insane, "I-Ita..chi..!"
His speed increased, the wet, erotic sound of him piercing his throat against me flooding the entirety of the room. My eyes rolled back against my skull, feeling as the tide of release inched closer and closer towards me.
I managed to look down towards him again, my mouth agape with mewls and cries, and caught sight of his hand pumping furiously against his own heated flesh.
The mere display of it was all it took.
He was massive.
In both length and width alike; surpassing even the ones I'd seen in magazines.
He was bare, exempt of all hair, his thick prick drenched in his own share of bodily fluids. That, and the feeling of his mouth against me was more than enough to send me over the edge and beyond.
He gave a final, loud suck, and I came.
I came so hard, in fact, that I swear I saw god.
I was a trembling, sweating mess against the wall, my eyes partially hidden behind their sockets as I felt him furiously swallow my seed. I heard the clamorous smacking of his hand pumping against himself increasing. And moments after, a very small groan of erotic satisfaction reverberated from his chest.
He pulled away from me slowly, and I stole a quick glance at his bare muscle, taking in how it lied lewdly soused in his own seed.
I watched in a complete daze, defeated and fatigued against the wall by the sheer power of my previous orgasm as he began to stand from his kneeling position. My vision was blurry from lingering arousal, but I could still make out the breathtaking outline of his handsome face.
He wiped white residue from the corner of his lips, avoiding my eyes as he quickly zipped up his pants.
This immediately disconcerted me.
The fear from before began to rise from within me again, my heart regaining its hysterical pace.
Frantic and absolutely devoted in pleasing him in any way I possibly could, I regained some control over my body, opening my mouth to speak.
"Do you want me to.. as well?" my voice was soft and timid, offering the only thing that I could think of at that moment.
I genuinely had no idea how these things worked, and I was worried out of my complete mind that he was upset with me over the fact that I had not returned the favor.
I would give him absolutely anything. Anything at all that he wanted.
Right when I decided to give out a weak smile as a sign of my unwavering devotion, my pulse pounding mercilessly against my chest, he looked up towards me; an incredulous look marked deeply on his face.
My smile immediately dropped.
"Naruto.. By god, I am so sorry," his eyes widened, frenzied, his resonant voice laced with somber and profound regret.
He looked to the side several times, pressing my hands back against me when I had attempted to reach out for him in sheer desperation.
"Ita-"
"It's my fault.." he backed away from me, the vermillion in his eyes displaying at its fullest extent from the disbelieving expression on his face. His hand traced along his temple, expressing his sudden distress.
My heart weakened and broke from within me, tears marring from my face.
"I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me, Naruto."
I watched helplessly with wide open eyes as he undid the locks to the door, his fingers trembling. I tried to say something, to plead, to beg.. But the only thing that managed to escape me was a long, pitiful cry.
A wail of lament; of heartache.
The pain that I felt when I watched him leave ever so abruptly for a reason that I couldn't even begin to understand made me want to keel over dead.
His floral cologne remained inside my apartment. The gallant fragrance of his shampoo, of his skin..
His warmth rested still on my chest, torturing me. Reminding me.
I slid down from the wood of the door, convulsing violently from my fricative sobbing.
I was broken. Confused.
I was alone again. Abandoned.
My weeping went on for hours. I ripped every single drawing that I could find in my room out of sheer and utter hatred for myself. Kicked at the wall, punched at nothing.
Why was I the way I was? Why was I so ugly..?
Why couldn't I had been born just a little better? A little prettier? A little smarter?
I cursed my dead parents that night; replaying what had happened with Itachi incessantly in my mind as I cried myself into a hateful sleep.
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School was hell.
I barely managed through the first half of the day, having not cared at all for Kiba's insistent teasing.
Everyone and everything was invisible. Nothing mattered. I left my sketchbook at home, convinced that I was a failure.
A disgusting failure.
Why else had Itachi left the way he had?
Because I deserved it. Because I was impossible to care about, let alone, love.
Especially by someone like him. Someone so talented and perfect.. Someone who could quite clearly have anything and whatever he wanted.
Replaying the searing kisses we shared in my mind, if possible, worsened the situation.
I felt lower than trash. Lower than the lowest shit ever graced by humanity.
When lunchtime came, I ignored the pink-haired bitch that went on about my clothes that day, and trudged towards the table that always lied abandoned.
Abandoned and undesirable. Ugly and repulsive, in one way or the other.
Like me.
I slammed my head against the table, closing my eyes. My head hurt. My body did, too. I hardly slept the night before, dreading the hell out of art class.
The last thing I wanted to do was face Itachi again.
To have to see him looking at me with hate in his eyes; revulsion. The same way everyone else looked at me.
Everyone except-
"Hey, dobe."
I lifted my head at the sound of the familiar voice, my eyes still watery from the tears that I had forced back. I watched through dampened vision as a very familiar figure took a seat in front of me, his brow risen up high.
"The hell's up with you?"
I quickly wiped away the remnants from my eyes with my sleeve, intent on not allowing my only ever friend to see me like this.
I had almost forgotten about Sasuke.
"Nothing.. Just.. tired. I couldn't sleep last night," I tried to tuck all of the hurt away, but I'm sure that some of it still had shone through my words.
"Hn. You're a bad liar," he muttered, bringing an elbow to the table to balance his bored, quizzical expression. "C'mon, tell me."
I looked down towards my lap, trying my absolute best to chase last night out of every corner of my mind, lest I broke down in tears in front of Sasuke.
"I already did. I'm just.. not feeling too great."
I avoided his gaze, but when I finally urged myself to look at him from his lack of reply, I was slightly surprised. There was a sort of.. concerned, no, worried, expression on his face.
My eyebrow rose, completely taken back.
I had never seen that look before. Much less, directed towards me.
"Dobe.. Skip school with me."
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OMFG. NARUTO, HOW COULD YOU THINK SUCH A THINGggg? Haha xD
Super Sasuke to the rescue! Will he try to steal Naru's heart away? O: dun-dun-DUNNN.
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