Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Dead By Eclipse ❯ Chapter 6

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: nope, don't own Naruto.

A/N:
Warning: chapter contains actual sex in it and possible obscene language.

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Itachi released my throat, and I greedily sucked in the air, my chest rising in labored movements. Itachi caught the front of my shirt and held me up with it against the tree, his body still pressed hard against mine. I could feel the blood of his eyes burning through my closed lids. His breath came over my face in a swift movement with each word he spoke, as his next words sent a chilling flood over my skin that crept down to my core.

"... Open your eyes."

Chapter 6- Stranger In My Presence

I stood there, back pressed against the hard tree, as an image of the tsukuyomi danced in my mind behind my closed lids. I pictured my clan slaughtered, falling before me as I stood there, helpless and weak. I pictured my brother standing over my parents' bodies, bathed in every drop of their blood. My body shook violently beneath my brother's grip, as my body chilled with their death, and the shadowed images of the past began to blur in my mind, the image being to much for my mind to hold, and their deaths quickly faded into a dull burn of rage.

"Open your eyes, Otouto." My brother's voice was deadly calm, a hint of impatience in it daring me to ignore him.

I felt his hand slide up the front of my shirt, as the icy grip returned to my throat gently holding it. The thought amused me, and I had to hold back a laugh, as I pictured death gently holding my throat. I took in a deep breath, my effort pushing my hot skin against Itachi's cold hand tightening his grip, and then loosening it as I exhaled. I readied my body, calm my mind until I held it perfectly, and then slowly slid my eyes open.

Itachi's mangekyou eyes stared back at me, and I stared back into his powerful gaze. I slowly began to realize that I was lying in a bed and Itachi was leaning over me. I broke my gaze from his to take in the room, only to realize it was my parents' room.

I blinked hard, as if trying to force the image to leave, but no matter how many times my eyes opened, the room was still here. But why?... why would he? I felt Itachi's icy grip slide from my neck down to the collar of my thin shirt, and in one swift movement he ripped downward dividing it in two. My eyes widened at the implication, and before any thoughts could set in, the pure audacity of the action sent rage boiling beneath my skin thawing my body beneath Itachi's cold touch.

My head snapped to Itachi, my eyes glaring at him as the anger began to fully set in. Itachi's face was unusually calm... even the furrow of the brows was missing, as the perfectly relaxed muscles sat frozen beneath the skin as if his hands were not gripping the front of his little brother's pants in our parents' bed. I could feel my soul tremble beneath this flesh, as the deadly venom began flowing through me.

"Let go of me!" I shouted, voice shaking with rage.

Itachi stared hard at me, face still inhumanly calm. He tilted his chin upward in superiority, daring me to stop him, as he began unbuttoning my pants. On an impulse, my muscles tightened in my arm prepared to slap that calm expression from his face, but my arm did not budge. Confused, I tightened the muscles in my other arm, then in both simultaneously. Panic began to set in as I tried desperately to sit up, move something. The muscles tensed painfully in my body, burning beneath the skin from the effort, and then fatigue began to overtake my body, forcing them to relax.

Slowly, painfully, with every effort I could muster, I lifted my head, the fatigued muscles of my neck groaning as I glanced downward at my body. I laid there fully naked beneath Itachi, and with no restraints. Exhausted, I laid my head back down. My mind began to race, my heart beating in perfect sync with my speeding mind. The full reality of the situation began to set in... I cannot move my body. And panic gripped me tighter squeezing my chest deeper into the mattress.

I began to scream at Itachi, desperately, "What did you do to me?! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!!!"

A single digit pressed against my lips, silencing me. All I could do was lay there, my body like lead thrown to the road side. The fear held me securely, hastening my body with every sensation telling me it is a threat. My breath came out quickly around that sinister finger, warming its icy touch. And in that moment I was sure my lungs would collapse, because nothing can hold under such a tight grip, and as if knowing this the panic only squeezed tighter.

"Calm yourself Otouto." Itachi said calmly, as he lowered his cold naked body onto mine.

My muscles tightened as if preparing to move from beneath him, but my body remained despite how I was crawling within it.

"How can I stay calm? I can't move!" I shouted back.

"Where is your composure?" Itachi's even, emotionless voice spoke over my corpse.

"My what-?" I gasped in disbelief.

Rage and panic began to tangle inside of me, spinning my mind out of control. I could feel the muscles tremble helplessly in my skin, trapped in this disgustingly weak body. Why am I always so weak? And it was then that my mind stilled, staring at those blood red eyes, dripping with my clan's blood. My focus turned to those powerful eyes, and I could almost remember it as it flickered in my mind...

I could remember those familiar eyes, as they held me strongly in their gaze. I could remember staring in awe into those eyes, amazed at the perfection of our clan's kekkei genkai. How those eyes would flash a moment of warmth only for me, no one else, and how that made me special to him. I could remember the adoration and love I held for my aniki, staring into those bottomless dark eyes that seemed to swallow me whole, and believing, no... knowing that those eyes would never harm me.

"You enjoyed this before, Otouto." That silky voice reminded me.

"No... it was different then...." I whispered, my voice cracking beneath the stress.

You were different then. I stared deep into those bloody eyes, while his hands explored over my chest, and I slowly became aware of his touch as my mind continued to settle on his powerful eyes. My breath hitched, as his icy fingers ghosted over my skin sending a wave of goosebumps in their wake. His hips settled into mine, and I felt his rock hard erection settle into my pelvis. And his attention was all mine. That coveted attention.

I am certain, you were different back then... His mouth claimed mine, and I could not deny the sickly pleasure it shot through me. His tongue proded for entrance, and my mind froze, the first reaction being to deny it. I felt his hand slide deeper down my chest until it rested on my abdomen, gently massaging it. Without a second thought, I opened my mouth eagerly sucking his tongue into me, feasting on this newfound attention. I felt a strong heat rise inside of me as I moaned into him, his taste intoxicating me like a deadly venom, and a deep pleasure began to burn inside my chest.

This is not you, this is not your eyes. The kiss turned agressive, as he pushed deeper and deeper ontop of me. I felt his lips roughly force mine to match his, as the full contrast set in to all the ones before it. This kiss is darker, more aggressive, more possessive. And I chuckled into the kiss, knowing he is thinking of the girl, and how I kissed her,.. and how that jelousy must burn him.

This is not your attention, this is not your kiss. Itachi broke the kiss and looked deeply into my eyes, his bloodied ones burning into mine. His cold touch swept the sides of my private, sending a winter's chill over my body, quickening my breath. His fingers slid along my inner thighs edging them apart, and I closed my eyes, my body shaking inwardly with pleasure as a moan rippled throughout me. I felt his hardened passion rock into my hips, and it was then that I realized how hard I had become, as pleasure shot up my spine tingling my senses, and my mind spun. And I craved it, to be more of his focus, more graced with his attention, and I burned with hunger for it.

This is not your passion, this is not your feel. And it is all mine now, no one else to share this with. His cold hands slid back up my thighs, my heated skin quickly thawing the iced touch, as his strong hands gripped my hips and tilted my hips upward. I felt his rock solid manhood at my entrance, and the emotions spun deep inside me. I wanted nothing more than to eagerly rock my hips onto it, the thought of him moaning in surprise burning me further, such a foreign pleasurable sound. And this thought sickened me, sending disgust crawling inside of me, of how my brother would moan in surprise. Itachi's grip tightened, bruising my hips, as he slammed me down onto him, and a low gutteral moan escaped my lips with the feel of him entering me.

This is not your touch, this is not your fuck. The pace was quick and aggressive, as he slammed inside of me mercilessly. And I could not remember it feeling this good before, as not a drop of pain touched my body. I opened my eyes, catching his scarlet ones and holding them in my dark ones. I felt a new breadth of disappointment, as I expected to see lust, passion, anything in those eyes, but they were as empty as his touch. His face, still so deadly calm. And I felt the pleasure intensify, as he was only looking at me now, and I locked eyes with this attention I so craved. As his focus is on continually hitting my spot sending jolts of pleasure throughout my body electrifying my senses. And everything took on a new height, and I could see Itachi clearer, smell him sharper, hear his even breath, and feel him deeper... I could feel him so much deeper inside as the pleasure settled in driving my mind closer to the edge.

This is not your depth, this is not your falling grace. I tightened my muscles around my brother's unbearable heat, and obtained a new sensation as the added friction sent deep bolts of pleasure deep inside of me. I let out another low moan, as Itachi slid his arms beneath my back, his icy chill encompassing me freezing my blood and cooling my veins, as he pulled my body close to his and began pushing deeper into me, burying himself into my spot. And the pleasure and pain held me, as I felt his icy hold on me grow deeper, and his possessive hold on me came round full circle.

This is not your love, or lack there of. And I pictured this is what it must be like to be held by death, and have its icy grip on you, as my body began to cool unable to thaw such an icy grip. I could hear his even breath now so clear, as his head rested next to mine, and it became evident not a single moan was escaping. And my voice continued to compliment him with exceedingly needy moans and mews of pleasure, as the need to rock my hips back into his powerful thrusts became unbearable. My body became red hot, as a fire began to grow inside of my pelvis, and my focus became the new friction that was achieved by his hold, as his body began to slide over my erection sending jolts of pleasure through it that began to mix with the depth of his thrusts. I could feel droplets of sweat slide down my skin, further chilling his cold touch.

This is not you, aniki. I know, this is not you. My breath quickened, as the pressure began to grow inside of me, pulsating against my skin. I am certain, this is a stranger crawling on me. And I felt the pleasure elate inside of me, as the sensation of him sliding inside pushed me to the edge and I prepared to cum as I began to rest on the edge of that cliff looking down it, and a deep moan began to ride my lips. There is no way you can be who you say, you are definitely someone else. I felt his breath come across my neck, as he spoke to me in a calm voice, as if this were a normal conversation, as if nothing was happening here.

"Beg me to cum." And his breath chilled my ear.

"Mnmm, Itachi." I moaned, his chilling voice numbing my mind, and the pleasure dulling my common senses.

Because my aniki would adore me. My aniki would touch me with love, and hold me with such warmth.

"I will hold you back." His calm voice assured me, laced with ice.

I felt the pleasure rack my senses, its intensity driving me mad. The friction of him inside of me became unbearable as the pressure in my pelvis felt as though it would explode, and I felt the desire to claw desperately on his back for release, as his powerful arms sqeezed me tighter. The sweat slickened our bodies, and he continued to slide over mine, his thrusts reminding me of his demand, as the pleasure became increasingly intolerable.

"Itachi, please." I begged in a needy voice. "Give it to me."

"Give what." Itachi asked calmly, a hint of expectance in his voice.

I paused, as the reality seemed to hit me of what I was about to say. My senses seemed to regain control momentarily, as the fact that this was my brother I was going to ask this of hit me, and the disgust washed over me quickly. I looked from Itachi's sweat slicked back to the wall, the wall of my parents' room. And there they were, Kaasan and Otousan standing at the foot of the bed. Kaasan in her long white kimono which is littered with blood, her head held gingerly in her hands outstretched, as if handing it to me, her neck cut clean to the hilt. Otousan in his off white kimono, a long single streak of blood across it, and his neck severed but not separated from his head. His head, how it seemed offset, almost unnatural from the cut, as his head took the appearance of a landslide. Their ghostly white skin contrasted to their dark matted hair, that pale skin which clings to their bones accenting those sharp skeletal bones beneath such thin skin. And they stood their, in their white purity, looking to me with blank, lifeless eyes, their mouths gaped open in accusations as if screaming to me from the grave of my treason...

And the room became ghostly silent, as my brother's, my brother's icy touches and carresses sank into me chilling me to my grave, and I could hear it, as the blood seeped to the edge of Kaasan's fingertips, and rolled off to the floor, with every drip,... splat,... drip,... splat...

I could hear her tears of blood, because she knows...

I squeezed my eyes shut blocking out the image, as I felt my body slide into the pleasure that was Itachi. "Make me cum." I begged shamefully, my heart turning over with those spoking words.

And with that I felt the pleasure overtake me. The pressure exploded in my pelvis, racking my body as I trembled and exploded onto Itachi's chest. I felt the heat wash over me followed by the blinding white pleasure as it jolted throughout my body, and I moaned in gratitude as the familiar heat emptied itself inside of me followed by the pleasurable friction of Itachi sliding out.

And with as quickly as the heat came over me, it left me, as well as the chill of Itachi's presence, and I felt him release his grip on me as I fell to the ground. The ground?...

I opened my eyes, only to see trees and dirt instead of my parents' room. I blinked slightly confused as I took in the serene appearance of nature, and then felt foolish in Itachi's presence. Of course, it was only a genjutsu. Shaking, I pulled myself to my feet, a deep blush stretching over my face, as I felt the crotch of my pants pull from my sticky, wet body. For an illusion, it left me exhausted, and the effort to stand seemed to drain me further in the heat of the sun. Yet the hot air seemed to chill me further.

"You bastard..." I muttered, angrily. Angry for being toyed with, and angry for the lack of emotion he felt.

I stared at the ground, as I felt him lean in closer, and his icy breath graced my body once again with its presence.

"I am a better kiss, a hotter fuck," I felt Itachi grip my chin harshly, as he jerked my face up to meet his, and his lips seized mine. His mouth molded to mine roughly, as he bruised my lips with his forcing my head backwards into his hand, where he pushed my head forward even more into his mouth. And my lips felt on fire, while my eyes widened at the sudden intensity Itachi showed. And just as quickly as the kiss had begun, Itachi broke it. "Than the girl will ever have."

I stared wide eyed at Itachi, his calm unmoving face, so expressionless and still. It seemed as if there was nothing beneath that cold exterior, and the blank eyes he wore seemed to come from a realm beyond the living. And Itachi calmly looked back, as if the intensity he just expressed never even existed, as if it was just another illusion casted inside my mind. Could he really be that jelous? Could there really be that much inside of him over one kiss? No... this is not my aniki... this is a stranger... I bet he doesn't even know... I bet he does not even remember...

"When did we first kiss." I demanded, the cool air I breathe in cooling my hot lips. My face flushed at the question, but I had to know, I had to hear it from him. And maybe he really does not remember... my heart raced at the thought as anticipation squeezed me tighter.

Itachi stood calmly, unmoved by my request, so still and expressionless I began considering him as some image from a new genjutsu that had been cast upon me. Then his smooth, even voice formed an answer, speaking it slowly, matter of factly, with a lack of emotion only Itachi could answer such a question with.

"You were five." He paused, taking in my surprised look with expectance, a satisfied glint showing in his eyes as he finished, a hint of discontent etching the edges of his eyes. "You were on the counter."

I blinked slowly and shook my head, trying desperately to form some opinion, and in the moment I opened my eyes from the blink, he was gone. I blinked a few more times to assure myself of his absence, before I leaned into the tree and sunk to the ground exhausted. My mind still felt as if it were racing, while everything else seemed to stand still.

I thought of those eyes, how they held me on my parents' bed- no, that was an illusion Sasuke- how could it be on their bed, why there? Why?- no, it was just an illusion, you did nothing wrong- and he is your brother, remember- no, that was a stranger, aniki wouldn't touch me like that, aniki would treat me better- your murderous brother, and now they know- kaasan, otousan- they know your filthy secret, they watched you cum with him- they are dead, they saw nothing- they heard you moan his name- they are dead, they are dead- and if you don't kill those girls, he will do something much worse- no, no more blood, no more betrayal- And then everyone will know your dirty little secret- oh, god, it hurts...

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I opened my eyes slowly, a blinding light overtaking my vision, and I squeezed them tight hard, moaning as I lifted a hand to my throbbing head. I began to sit up, a pain shooting through me with each movement, as I moaned again coming to a sitting position. Carefully, I reopened my eyes, my vision a blur, as it slowly came into focus and the blurs formed a very concerned Ryoko sitting in front of me, her brows knitted in confusion and concern.

"Are you okay, Sasuke? You know, you shouldn't sleep outside at night. The cool, night air will give you a cold." Ryoko said, almost scoldingly but her voice was kind and soft.

'Itachi, I see you played with Sasuke while I was gone... what did you do to him?' Kisame chuckled darkly next to Itachi in the tree tops.

Itachi remained silent, his scarlet eyes burning deeply into Sasuke, sliding over his body hungrily. The pleasure was all Sasuke's this time, and it only furthered Itachi's impatience to finish this.

"Not to mention, it isn't safe. What happened to you? Did you find someone?" Kira's voice was low, dangerous, demanding. The implication of the last statement was hissed.

"Kira! Be nice! Sasuke is not feeling well, can't you see?"

Itachi's face remained calm, deceiving of his inner hunger, as he elegantly moved his hand steadily up to his expressionless face, his sharp empty eyes still holding his brother.

"I reminded him." He answered calmly, in an even voice.

"You reminded him?" Kisame chuckled, slightly curious. His dark eyes flashed with what that could imply.

"He is a possession." The words were laced with ice, smoothly spoken as if it were common place.

Ryoko glared lightly at Kira, but the glare lacked menace. She leaned over a pot that was being warmed over a fire, and pulled a rag out of it. "Here, keep this on your head." She said as she brought it to my forehead.

I brought my hand up to the rag and slid my hand over it, our hands brushing. She brought her hand away and blushed lightly, a small smile forming on her lips. Kira scowled at her lightly, as her sharp eyes focused on me in a suspicious gaze. I felt my pulse quicken lightly beneath her eyes, as I calmly concocted a story in my head.

"And what about those girls." Kisame gripped the handle of his sword eagerly, imaging the feel of the sword as it sliced through their flesh. "Let's kill them now."

"No..." Itachi responded calmly, his sharp eyes cutting through the thick forest down to them. "I am not finished."

"I just needed some fresh air. I was in the woods when I was attacked by this man. He used a genjutsu. I was able to release it, and he left. Then,.. I must have passed out."

"Oh, he must have heard us coming. Kira woke me up and we came to get you. And you were already unconscious when we found you. It's a good thing you aren't injured really." Ryoko said, blinking in naive surprise.

She flashed her golden, lively eyes to Kira. "Hey, you think that was one of the men you sensed?"

And in that instant, I could picture Naruto sitting before me at his table inside of his small apartment, swallowing every word I said, and a sharp pain burrowed deeper inside of me.

"I admit this is all amusing Itachi," Kisame began rubbing the hilt of his sword, "But when do we get to kill someone."

Itachi remained silent for a moment, Sasuke below and how he is looking at the red head now, before he spoke smoothly. "Their deaths are imminent."

Kira narrowed her eyes at me, ignoring Ryoko. "And what about the incident?"

"What about it." I answered dryly, almost challenging her. "Why didn't you stop me? You were standing guard, weren't you?"

"Delicious." Itachi said in a low voice, the cold tone chilling the evening air.

Kisame chuckled, his eyes flashing dangerously. "You're gonna enjoy their deaths that much, huh?"

Ryoko blinked confused, as she looked from Kira's narrowed eyes to my sharp challenging gaze.

Kira hummed lightly in thought before she broke our stare. "Fair enough. The sun is beginning to set and it will be night soon. Let's start moving. We have a lot of ground to cover." With that, Kira rose in one smooth motion and began walking towards the chosen direction.

Kisame motioned to the red head. "Let me have that one. I want to see if her blood matches her hair."

I pressed hard on my knees and forced myself to rise, ignoring the throbbing in my head. Ryoko's golden eyes followed my movements, rising with me. "Are you okay to travel?" She whispered.

"I'm fine. Let's go." I answered her curtly.

"Her blood is mine." And the ice in Itachi's voice froze Kisame's words in his mouth, as Itachi stared with intent at Ryoko.

And we began our journey beneath the setting sun, as the darkness prepared to envelope me.

A/N:
I want you to know, this just may be the most difficult chapter I have written so far, which is why I decided to stop a bit shorter than what I wanted to. I feel drained emotionally from all I put into this one, and I hope so much that I got through what I wanted to get through. Sasuke was really hard to write in this chapter... and he is probably a bit OOC... but Sasuke is never fully in character when I write him, so, damn. I guess I'll get over it. I just hope Itachi wasn't OOC at all. Itachi is my fav character of all time, and it would really upset me if I let him get OOC. I don't think he did, so I'm posting this like it is.

I beat myself up for the longest time on whether or not to leave this line in the story : I am a better kiss, a hotter fuck, than the girl will ever be. I was oh, so tempted to cut that line out. I hope I don't regret leaving it in later after I post this chapter. Sasuke's question about when they first kissed is something I added at the last minute. I think it adds nicely to the chapter as a whole and kind of reflects on Itachi and Sasuke well.

This chapter was a lot more gritty than the other chapters, and the style reminded me more of my story "Heaven Forsake Me" than the prequel to this story. I was a bit surprised by this when I reread it. The choppy style and what not is something more reflective of my earlier stories than the newer ones, and I am not sure it is something I'm happy with having in this chapter, but I cannot think of any way to clean it up without taking away from the element of this chapter... but over all I am pleased with it.