Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Hitotsu dake ❯ ione ( Chapter 1 )

Hitotsu dake.

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Just once, don’t tell me it won’t mean anything.” His breath is heavy against the blonde’s ear, hands pinning the young boy against the wall.

“It won’t.” The boy replies in a voice barely above a hoarse whisper. “I swear it won’t.”

“Then why are you trembling?” He murmurs, tongue sliding slowly against the shell of the boy’s ear; breath warm and moist as he speaks.

As if to prove his point a small shiver runs down the blonde’s spine. “I-I- you’re going to try and kill me afterward, aren’t you?”

A smirk slides slowly over his dark features, red eyes closing briefly in amusement. “Of course.”

The blonde shifts, the beginnings of a pitiful struggle. “Then… then…”

He silences the prey with his tongue, warm lips meshing tightly over the blonde’s trembling mouth. A moment of hesitation, and he pushes against the blonde tightly, grinding the boy into the wall with his body. The little one whimpers into his mouth, legs spread helplessly wide, mouth devoured like some kind of candy. Tongues slide against each other, causing small thrills of pleasure to run between the pair.

He releases one of his hands, but creates the illusion he hasn’t moved at all for the blonde. Reaching down into the satchel at his side and pulling out the short length of rope. He releases the boy’s mouth, but leaves the boy with the image that he is still atop him, still pressing that small form into the wall. He binds those small wrists together, pulling the rope painfully tight around the boy’s hands. A second venture into the satchel at his waist brings out a single nail. He reaches up and slams the nail into the wall with his finger. He doesn’t release the illusion until he has hoisted the blonde over the nail, taking the small boy’s feet off the ground.

When the image of him suddenly melts away into his real form, the boy gives a startled whimper. The sound makes him smile. Such a loud mouth normally, and here he is, at a loss for words. He leans over the boy, pale hands sliding around the boy’s chin and tilting it upward like a prince in a fairytale.

He slowly places his mouth over the boy’s once more, letting nothing but just their mouths touch. He releases the chin when the boy responds to his questing tongue, doing a push-up over the other’s head. The taste is so delicate and forbidden it makes him hungry for more. He has seen the boy with others, sometimes trying to dominate but mostly serving to his instructors. Still, so untrained in this; making it feel so sweet to steal those little sounds from the boy’s throat.

“Now tell me you don’t want more.” He murmurs as he pulls back.

“I don’t. Not with someone like you.” The boy has to look away in shame as he speaks, because his eyes betray his need.

“Like me?” He pulls the soft love-heart shaped face back to his, forcing the boy to drown in his deep, red eyes. One hand runs across the fabric of the black shirt, down and then up, testing the feel of what lies beneath.

The blonde shivers. “They say you killed your own family and Sas-”

He interrupts the story with a snort. “That’s not what you meant.”
”Wha-?”

He smiles and slowly kneels in front of the blonde, hands moving to the boy’s orange pants and pulling the zipper down with precise ease. A sharp intake of breath and the boy is suddenly trying to push his legs together.

“Don’t!”

“You’re afraid of me, down here.” He pushes the boy’s legs apart, a hand on either thigh. He whispers, with his mouth hovering just above the boy’s boxers. “And you should be, Naruto.”

A helpless whimper, the blonde neither wants to stop him, nor believes he can. After all, this is attention. And the boy craves it like some sort of forbidden fruit.

His mouth ventures forward, he kisses the flesh on the other side of the cotton boxers, mouth leaving a small wet spot in its wake. A shiver runs up Naruto’s form, signalling that the psychological warfare of sex is the boy’s undoing.

The boy’s legs stop trying to press against him, and he releases one, hand venturing forward slowly to pop two buttons and gently pull the semi-erect flesh out of the opening, leaving the boy’s balls to strain against the fabric.

“No, not there.” Naruto murmurs, blue eyes closing in defeat even as he speaks.

“You can’t say you don’t want it.” He whispered, rolling the tip of his tongue over the slit of the organ slowly and carefully like a very fragile lollipop.

“I- no, I do-don’t.”

He wrapped his fingers around the middle of the shaft, holding out just the head to lick, rolling the top of the organ around in his mouth.

“No…”

He suckled at the flesh, feeling it harden quickly in his hand, fingers beginning to slowly pump the hard shaft, causing friction, which makes the blonde squirm and whimper at the same time. Exquisite.
Droplets of precum roll across his tongue, tasting salty and weak. The desire to tell the boy that he’s had stronger almost consumes him. But he suckles more at the cock, coaxing the blonde to louder vocal noises. Not his intention, but unavoidable.

He stops pumping the shaft with his hand and moves, back, mouth sliding off the tip of the shaft wetly. Too much pleasure will always end in tears. He smiles to himself, pulling the boy’s pants off and letting them hang around his suspended feet. No doubt the blonde’s arms are aching by now; it is not the most comfortable of positions to be strung up in. The boxers are ripped from the boy’s body, fabric tearing cleanly at the seams with his tug. Naruto gives an irritated little sound as he loses the underwear, but is pulled up short by a warning look from his attacker. There are only two options open to the blonde; submit and be allowed some pleasure, or be forced completely.

“Scream if you want.” He speaks, standing and tilting the blonde into a kiss; forcing the other to taste his own flesh in Itachi’s mouth. Even suspended from a nail, the blonde is not quite his height.

Naruto’s little sounds are pulled into his mouth and ignored. Screaming will not do the blonde any good, and it will just irritate Itachi. The taste of need and shame fill the kiss, Itachi’s hands grip the blonde’s hips and he presses closer, cloth still separates them, but the boy can feel his need.

The blonde pulls back forcefully, breath stolen for an instant. “Please… not raw.”

He doesn’t reply, just snatches the boy’s neck and licks and nibbles his way slowly upward from the blonde’s collarbone enticing small groans from his victim as he goes.

His left hand keeps the boy’s right leg suspended around Itachi’s waist while his right hand moves beside the boy’s aching cock. He’s not sure why he complies with the silly request, but he is in control, and it is his decision.

He forces two fingers into the boy, ignoring the little groan of pain that escapes those swollen lips. He has some oil in his satchel that he could use, but he won’t make it that easy. Pain helps people to remember. Too much pleasure…

Naruto squirms in his arms, it has been some time since last he was violated, and Itachi is slow, but still rough. The blonde’s struggles abate when Itachi’s teeth close around his ear briefly, threatening without really saying anything.

He pushes his fingers in and out slowly, fucking the boy in leisure with his digits, body hardening with darker, more intense thoughts. Naruto’s breathing has become heavy and his face is red from something between a blush and a rush of blood to his cock.

“Wrap your legs around my waist.” Itachi whispers, pulling his fingers from the boy’s ass slowly. He undoes the buttons on his pants, pulling his cock from the tightness of the cloth with a sigh. Naruto is clumsy in his compliance with the instructions, and it takes a few moments for Itachi to position himself.

Now, even more, the blonde is at a loss for words. He does not even scream as his attacker pushes into him inch by inch. He can see the pain on Naruto’s face, but still no screaming. The edge of need rides in a few small moans that escape those lips.

He steadies the blonde with his hands on the boy’s hips. He is pressed as tightly as he can be into the boy’s body. His pants are only held up by Naruto’s legs around his waist.

The first thrust tears something like a cry from the blonde’s throat, a strangled little sound that is silenced with the biting of a bottom lip. Naruto’s cock is pressed against his stomach, rubbing up against his chain-mail lightly. The boy is lucky for the shirt that covers Itachi’s armour, or it would chafe the delicate flesh.

He takes his time, aware that even though there has not been any screaming, there are still people getting closer to his location. He didn’t care for the interruptions at this point; anything that prevented him from achieving his immediate goal would die.

A few loud gasps from the blonde said that he was pressing against the boy’s prostate at his current angle. He continued for a few moments before shifting slightly, forcing his length into the boy at an angle that he found more enjoyable. The tightness of the blonde was still impressive, Naruto might have been almost legal now, but his body reminded Itachi of a much younger boy’s. Tight and firm, the boy’s thighs were trembling with holding the current position around Itachi’s waist.

A second shift of his hips and the blonde’s breathing became laboured again. He was pressing against Naruto’s prostate once more. A very faint, half-whispered word escaped Naruto’s mouth, the sound no stronger than his breathing. The blonde probably had no idea he had muttered the sound aloud. “More.”

Itachi deepened his pace, a small blush spreading across his features from the exertion. If they had more time he would have… the thought is stopped from coalescing by the many other jumbled little desires. His nails dig into the blonde’s body and he releases the boy’s hips as he comes, palm’s slamming into the wall above Naruto’s head while his eyes dance with small spots of light. Naruto gasps for air, body trembling even stronger now.

He pulls out of the blonde, forcing the boy’s legs from around his waist. The movement causes Naruto to wince from the pressure on his ass.

Itachi pulls himself back inside his pants and turns, picking the blonde boy’s orange pants from the ground and helping the boy back into them. Naruto’s heated flesh all but trembles in need as he pushes it back inside the pants and pulls the zipper.

The boy is staring at him with those large blue eyes, confused and scared, trapped against the wall.

He leans in and kisses Naruto again, devouring that soft mouth like he was still hungry for more. But there is no time any more. He pulls away from the blonde and flicks a shuriken into the rope binding the boy’s wrists, jumping back and away into the safety of the darkness while the blonde stumbles, falling to his knees with a grunt of surprise, legs giving out under his body.

“If there were more time, I would have made you suck my cock, Naruto.” He whispers, before he is out of earshot.

The blonde struggles to stand, wide eyes looking around for the dark Uchiha. The question of ‘why’ falling back before he can even mutter it. He feels the touch of his teacher’s chakra at the edge of his senses. He is not sure if he is happy or not.

~Owari.

Sweet notes: Ohmigod I love Itachi/Naruto!!!! I first saw a fanart of this pairing with Naruto down Itachi’s shirt and I just died, ever since I haven’t been able to get the hotness out of my head! Anyway, my first Naruto fic. Probably won’t write more than one or two. And they’ll definitely be Itachi/Naruto or Kakashi/Naruto. Omg teh hotz!

Naruto: Fuck. And here I thought my fandom was safe.

Itachi: I… like… Naruto? *blink, blink, giggle snort, laughter*

Naruto: Hey! I’m a great uke! Or seme… or victim…

Itachi: Victim maybe, but everyone thinks you’re Sasuke’s biatch or Sasuke’s top.

Sasuke: He’s my top? *blink stare, giggle, snort, laugh* More like Biatch.

Naruto: Naw, Sasuke’s too angsty to be a seme, so I’d definitely be on top.

Sasuke: Keep dreaming, biatch.

Sweetdeily: *sudden nosebleed* Oh, just had image of Naruto on top of Sasuke with Itachi perving in through the window… *goes to find some tissues*

Itachi: I’m not a pervert. I just like molesting little boys. Molesting little boys does not make me a pervert!

Sasuke: Hey, um, bro… have you SEEN the amount of incest fic between you and I?

Itachi: Mm, my favourite was the one where I screwed you and our parent’s walked i- I mean… no, no I haven’t.

Sasuke: *hiding behind Naruto* he scares me; don’t leave me along with him!

Naruto: He scares me too!

Kakashi: I’ll protect you both from the big mean wittle Itachi, ne?

Naruto: From a guy that goes around reading porn in cannon, THAT’S NOT COMFORTING~!

Sweets: Heh.. he… heh… reviews welcome.