Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Substitute ❯ Substitute ( Chapter 1 )

The raven haired boy cried out, eager to please his blond lover, eager to just be pleasing. He needed to make this man happy, needed to satisfy him. His small, powerful hands clenched in the short blond spikes, driving his lover insane, and he knew that it was all worth it. The pain that ripped through his lower body as his lover pressed forward, the surge of pleasure as his erection struck the single bundle of nerves deep within him that would drive him insane.

 

His body arched, his back leaving the bed as the larger blond man drove home in a particularly harsh thrust. He was nearing his own completion, and he would have the younger man know. He wanted the raven-haired boy to pull it out of him; to cum before he did; to be so tight around his flesh that he could barely withdraw.

 

He pressed his lips to the younger, preventing the other from shouting a name he wanted so very much to call out. He smirked as he felt the walls tighten around him. The stoic Uchiha was nothing if not sensitive and oh-so responsive to his ministrations.

 

The Uchiha cried out, his voice ripping from his lungs as he came, splashing their naked bodies with his hot seed. And it wasn't long before he was filled, burning liquid filling him, splashing his inner walls, declaring his possession to the blond.

 

When he was relaxed, when he'd caught his breath, the blond was already sitting up, his hair back in its normal disarray, his blue eyes twinkling mischievously. He didn't move. He knew that his lover was leaving, but he wasn't expected to show any sort of emotion toward the other man. He was simply needed to relieve anxiety, to help calm seared nerves, to serve as best as he could.

 

This was his Hokage, after all.

 

“Thanks Itachi-kun,” the deep voice murmured, his voice low and pleasing, even as he walked out of the room.

 

Itachi knew it was disgraceful, but he couldn't stop himself. The Yondaime Hokage was too much, too powerful, too persuasive, too inspiring to deny him anything. Itachi had been helpless when they'd first met. He'd been helpless when they'd first fell into bed together. He'd been completely swept away by his honest eyes, his dedication, and his immense, incredible power.

 

“Wake him up!” a familiar voice demanded, his deep tenor grating and soothing on ears.

 

“'M'wake,” Itachi forced himself to say.

 

The damned brat had managed to defeat him. The younger blond had managed to dispel his genjutsu and had found he was, physically, stronger than the older Uchiha. He'd knocked the raven-haired man out with a chakra-enhanced punch.

 

Kisame was dead. Itachi would soon follow.

 

The only thing the Uchiha prodigy couldn't figure out was why he was still alive. He couldn't figure out why he was here with Naruto, letting the other boss him around like this.

 

The damnable blond had him surrounded with those damned bunshin, surrounding him, holding him captive. He was blindfolded, prevented from seeing the world, from using his powerful genjutsu. He couldn't do anything. He was practically helpless at the moment. Naruto was his master and his jailor. If Naruto wanted to hurt him, there was nothing Itachi could do to stop it.

 

“Why aren't I dead?” he asked softly.

 

“Because if you're alive, he'll come. And if he comes, he'll come to me.”

 

“What are you doing?” Itachi couldn't help asking.

 

“I'm taking back what belongs to me,” Naruto growled. “Can't you feel it? You're brother is on the move. He'll be here in a couple of days, so long as I don't move. He's coming for my chakra because it's so close to your own. He wants you. And I want him.”

 

Itachi shook his head, trying to force him mind to clear. It was like Naruto had given him something. He could feel his body protesting being conscious, he could hear his body shouting at him to just give in and fall into the darkness that was calling him, but he couldn't. Naruto's hand in his hair and his words were intriguing to him.

 

Naruto had always seemed to be so weak minded, so weak in body and potential. True, he had the power of the Kyuubi no Kitsune backing him up, but he was a wild, and untamable. By all rights, Naruto should have died long, long ago. He wasn't sure what his lover had had up his sleeve when he'd abandoned the blond haired baby, but he didn't think it was very conducive to things now. Naruto had been allowed to grow, had been allowed to take power like he wanted. And now Itachi was going to suffer for it.

 

“What are you planning?” Itachi asked softly, his voice loud to his own ears. He wanted to cringe, wanted to do any number of things he only allowed himself to do when he was alone. He shrugged his sore shoulders and bowed his head, finding it harder and harder to keep it up.

 

“Whatever I want,” Naruto answered.

 

The blond's powerful hand found its way into Itachi's hair, causing the older male to flinch ever so slightly. His pointed nails dug into the toughened scalp and his movements forced Itachi's head to move in any direction he wanted it to. Naruto lifted the pale face, studying the blindfolded man's beauty and age. He wanted to kill Itachi, but he would never do that to Sasuke. He could break Itachi, make it so that Sasuke would know who really had the power, where power really came from, and it would be so easy.

 

Naruto shifted, forcing Itachi to bow his head. He would do it. He would destroy Itachi so completely without having to kill him. He would prove his power in the only way he knew how. He would physically demonstrate his increase, his betterment in the time that Sasuke left him alone.

 

“You know, it's easy to see why Sasuke would be so eager to come after you,” Naruto murmured. “I can understand his obsession with being better than you, with destroying you. You want to know what I want?” Naruto asked softly.

 

Itachi didn't bother to dignify him with a response. He wished this blond bastard wasn't suddenly so familiar to another blond bastard he'd called lover, once upon a time. He wished that Naruto would quit his foolishness and just kill him already. He'd managed to kill Kisame not hours before, it was just a matter of time before he killed Itachi as well. The bastard. He wouldn't do it because of his love for Sasuke- Sasuke who was weak; Sasuke who was unneeded; and Sasuke the despised brother.

 

“I'm going to break you,” Naruto whispered softly, his voice deep and seductive as it purred in Itachi's ear. “I'm going to make you scream my name like the little bitch you are, and then I'm going to break you in half. You'll wish to the gods you'd never left, never forced Sasuke to become an avenger, never forced us apart,” Naruto growled, his grip tightening until black strands were separating from a pale scalp.

 

Naruto was going to break him. Naruto wasn't good enough mentally to break him.

 

It was a challenge of the highest caliber.

 

“You want to know why I don't care anymore? Because of you.”

 

Itachi still didn't answer, he helplessly allowed his head to follow Naruto's movements, letting his body move without hesitation with the blond's power, but he wouldn't dignify him with any more answers. Not to questions that he didn't care about.

 

A powerful hand cupped his groin, massaging limp flesh and muscles through tight black pants. When had his cloak come off? Itachi didn't bother to say anything, he didn't want Naruto to know that he was a bit uneasy in all of this. He knew the blond was capable of random things, but he'd never thought the blond capable of rape.

 

And that's what it was all going to boil down to. Naruto was going to rape him. Naruto was going to attempt to break him in the most primitive of ways. Perhaps it was the fox's influence that had forced things to be this way, but Itachi didn't really care. He wasn't a virgin when it came to matters of male sexuality, but it had been a long time since he'd indulged.

 

He would kill the blond. And flay him open, leaving the bright red blond fashioned around his dead body, the Uchiha crest decorating his cold flesh and innards. He didn't care anymore. The bastard would die.

 

“You know Itachi, demeaning somebody so completely like this, it's a game. There's something about having the power to make another man whimper, cry, and beg for forgiveness for some wrong he's committed. You can control their entire destiny,” Naruto whispered, holding the blindfolded head against his shoulder, his hand still teasing Itachi's slowly hardening flesh.

 

The blond was cocky, demented. There was something fundamentally wrong with the blond and suddenly, a bit of fear flew through Itachi's system. There would be no way out of this until he had sated Naruto's lust; until he'd made the younger man so weary, so distracted that he would be able to overpower him.

 

Suddenly, Itachi hated himself very much. He was going to be raped and he wouldn't be able to stop the other man.

 

He didn't get a warning before his pants were undone and falling to where they rested low on his thighs, his slim hips unable to support them where they belonged. It was one of the things he'd been grateful for. Sasuke was the one who got the curves. Itachi had gotten the power, the desperation, the ambition. Sasuke had gotten the effeminate appearance of their family's males. Sasuke had been cursed in that aspect.

 

Here he was exposed before the blond who could end his very life with the simple thought, and all he could do was think about how he wanted to return to the happier times of his youth, when another blond had taken interest in him, when another blond had told him that he was delicious and accepted and loved, when he had been made to feel like he was loved.

 

Naruto's fingers weren't gentle, and they weren't soft. Apparently Kyuubi's intense healing didn't extend to the calluses that decorated Naruto's fingers and palm. The blond's hand was rough, intense as he delved ever lower on Itachi's slender frame. His powerful fist encircled the pale flesh, attempting to bring it to life before he moved on.

 

“What would make you happy?” Naruto asked. “Would you like to imagine Kisame fucking you? I bet you could tell me all about that, couldn't you?” Naruto spat, disgust clearly evident in his voice. After long moments of tense silence in which Itachi decided that the blond was clearly not worth the effort of a response, Itachi couldn't stop the involuntary gasp that flooded through him as a dry finger pressed against his entrance.

 

“Want me to make you cry? To scream about how unfair everything was to you in your life?” Naruto asked.

 

He was pissed off and Itachi was his whipping post. Naruto would not allow the older man to believe that he could get away with the things he had done. With that damned genjutsu shit he'd used for so very long against him. Naruto would make Itachi pay, would make him suffer through all of the pain he'd had to live with, through the shame he had thought behind him until this raven-haired bastard brought it all back up.

 

Getting lost in Itachi's Sharingan was not something he had planned. He'd purposefully avoided Itachi's eyes because of the sheer overwhelming hopelessness that drowned his memories when he was forced to think about them. He couldn't lose himself to the memories again. He'd worked far too hard to have them pushed to the back of his mind, suppressed so that nobody would ever find about them. He smiled damnit. That meant he was happy.

 

But fucking Uchiha Itachi had managed to bring up everything he'd considered remotely isolated in the back of his mind, something he would never have to think about again. It was one of the single most hardest things he'd ever had to try to deal with. Being forced into submission, beaten and treated like nothing more than garbage even though some people accepted him. Even though people liked him and needed him. He was more than just a monster; he'd been convinced of that until Itachi had made him remember.

 

And now, as punishment, Naruto would break the proud elder Uchiha. The one man who thought he could control destiny with his words, who really did have a huge influence on the way things had ended up with Sasuke and himself. He hated this man, as much as he hated Orochimaru. Orochimaru was a pervert and Itachi was the one who drove Sasuke to the pervert's arms.

 

“You've seen what I've been through. Did it excite you? Did you go to Kisame and beg him to fuck you like that too? Did he make you cry? Force you to the brink of your control before attempting to completely destroy you?” Naruto asked.

 

He didn't expect an answer, and he never thought about what Itachi had done. He didn't care that the elder Uchiha had, in fact, gone to his campsite for the night and spent the rest of the evening throwing up, retching because of his dreams, because of what he had seen. Men were the most perverse of animals, and Naruto knew that lesson well.

 

Naruto forced his dry finger deep within the pale man's body, hoping to draw something from his throat, hoping to make the man cry, to scream, to do something besides look impassive and aloof. He hated this man; hated him for making him remember things that he didn't want to remember. He would break him and then he would give him to Sasuke, a fitting present before dragging the younger Uchiha back to the secret village they both called home.

 

He pulled his finger free, a small noise accompanying it before he stuck it in his mouth, moistening the digit. He wanted to hurt Itachi, to break him here in this field where nobody would know until Sasuke appeared. Then his dominance over the Uchiha clan would be reasserted, he would claim the younger remaining Uchiha for himself and demand that he stay forever by his side.

 

Naruto closed his eyes as he pushed his finger back in. There were far too many memories that needed to be purged from his mind once more, something that he would have to get Kakashi-sensei to do, yet again. He would have to have the other man help him suppress his memories, even the memories that would surely drift from this engagement. Itachi still wouldn't make a sound, his pride preventing him from making the noise he needed to make, the noise he longed to make. Naruto knew, he knew the other man wanted to cry out, to beg Naruto to stop.

 

Satisfied with the damage done by a single finger, Naruto shoved a second one in with it. He was hard and Itachi was hot and pliant and tight. He wanted to bury himself so far into the older man's body that he would be torn in half, he wanted Itachi to hurt, to hurt like he'd hurt Sasuke, like he'd hurt Kakashi-sensei, like he'd hurt countless others in his insatiable hunt for power.

 

Itachi grunted, his body contracting painfully as he worked to reject the fingers burying themselves in his ass. He fisted his hands, letting them show his discomfort, letting them show his pain; he bit his lip, to keep himself from screaming. He clenched his eyes shut to keep himself from delving deeper into the realm of self-loathing that he was quickly falling into.

 

If he could just… if he could just make this somebody he longed for, lusted after, somebody he wanted to hurt him, he could enjoy this, just a bit.

 

He let his eyes relax behind the blindfold, let his mind wander to happier times, to better places. He wasn't here, in the field with Uzumaki Naruto, he was in the training grounds with his sensei and his lover and his leader. He was being teased and manipulated by his lover, the Yondaime Hokage; so coveted by men and women alike, his power, his looks, his generosity, and his ruthlessness. He was compassionate and had an iron-fist; he was tall and graceful; he was powerful and gentle. He was a plethora of contradictions and he belonged to Itachi.

 

It was not Uzumaki Naruto thrusting dry fingers into his blinded body, it was Yondaime-sama thrusting moistened fingers into his blinded body, searching for the spot of pleasure that he knew was hidden well within the lithe form.

 

Itachi whimpered softly, a quiet sound that fell from his lips as Naruto's fingers spread mercilessly.

 

“Does the little bitch like that?” Naruto asked sneeringly. His eyes were narrowed at the blinded man, knowing that he was completely in control. He could force this person to do whatever he wanted, and he would use it to his full advantage.

 

He spread his fingers wider, stretching apart the muscles within the Uchiha. He was going to bury himself within the tight form, knowing that he was going to do so, he wouldn't allow himself to be hurt. He would stretch the muscles as much as necessary before fucking the Uchiha senseless. Perhaps he would even give Itachi some pleasure in it all. Wouldn't that be the greatest insult to Uchiha pride?

 

A wicked smile danced over his face as he forced a third dry finger in. There was friction and Naruto wondered what would happen if he dug his slightly sharp nails into the tender flesh of Itachi's insides. Would the man lubricate himself for Naruto? The blond jinchuuriki was carrying some lube, a byproduct of staying with a perverted sannin for so long, but he wondered. He'd never felt the urge to be so violent when taking somebody before. It had been a long time since he'd forced himself to be so cruel, so unkind.

 

“What are you imagining?” Naruto asked softly as muscles contracted against his fingers. “Who are you imagining fucking you?”

 

Itachi didn't dignify him, yet again. He was probably pissing Naruto off more than necessary, but he didn't care. He wanted the blond man to regain his sense of honor and compassion and just give it all up. He didn't want to be raped here by this blond remnant of his past. He didn't want to be forced to remember the affair he'd had with the most brilliant of Hokage. He couldn't relive those days. Not here, not now. Naruto was the one who carried the last remnants of his blond lover. Naruto was the one who still maintained the blond's powerful bloodline. The inept blond was the heir to the grace that came to the Yondaime, to the power and the innate talent that blossomed within the men who were conceived from Yondaime's seed.

 

Itachi hated that man at the moment. He had never stopped loving him, but he hated him at this moment.

 

For conceiving this sacrificial bastard.

 

Naruto spread his fingers, attempting to loosen the tight hole he would soon be penetrating. Itachi would make a good toy. Itachi would be a good lay. Itachi would break beneath him.

 

It had been a long time since he'd felt rage so very strong. He knew he had to make Itachi so scared, so frightened, so abused that he would be nothing more than a quivering mass of thoroughly fucked flesh. He would destroy Itachi. He would hand Sasuke his coveted vengeance. Naruto would prove himself to his best friend and almost childhood lover.

 

The friction against his fingers was intense and Naruto wanted nothing more than to shove his own erection into that tight, tight hole. He would make Itachi break, cry, and bleed.

 

Curling his fingers, Naruto dug his elongated nails into Itachi's inner muscles; dragging his nails through the pliant muscles. Satisfied with his work, Naruto forced his fingers deeper again, letting the slow bleeding ease his fingers movements.

 

Itachi refused to utter any noises he didn't have to. He was cool and in charge and in control. Naruto's behavior was unusual and unacceptable and as soon as possible, he would kill the blond man. He would break his neck, ruin his spine, and destroy his body. Naruto probably wouldn't survive having his neck broken, but this humiliation needed to be repaid. Naruto would need to be devastated, killed, and taught a lesson.

 

“What's the matter?” Naruto's voice rose, teasing in it's deep chuckle. “Not what you want?”

 

“Do what you must,” Itachi growled, his body moving with Naruto's ministrations. “But shut the hell up and just finish. You will die for this.”

 

“Somebody's pissy,” Naruto laughed. “Are you that eager for me to fuck you?”

 

Itachi didn't answer him. He pulled his hips away from the probing, curling fingers. He was tired of being treated like so much meat to this obnoxious blond.

 

Why had Naruto ever had to grow up?

 

“Want me to fuck you stupid?” Naruto asked softly.

 

Itachi didn't answer. He didn't need to, didn't want to. It would do nothing toward the outcome of this. Naruto would have his way as Naruto was often prone to doing. Naruto would make a mess of things, Naruto would act impulsively.

 

“Who do you want me to fuck you as?” Naruto asked again.

 

“Just finish this business now!” Itachi growled. His voice was quiet, demanding, and a bit desperate.

 

“You'll die when I'm through with you,” Naruto answered, undoing his pants calmly.

 

A powerful hand forced Itachi to his chest, lifting his pale ass to the air. Rough fingers teased Itachi's luminescent lower back, lifting goosebumps along the flesh. Itachi shivered in something akin to either nervousness or excitement.

 

Naruto leaned forward, pressing his heated body tempting along Itachi's. A yearning shudder passed through the blond as he massaged his own length. He didn't care that Itachi wasn't in the least bit aroused and that this would end up hurting him a lot more because of it.

 

Itachi wasn't responsible for the memories that poured through his mind. Itachi wasn't responsible for the remembered pain and humiliation of being raped so violently. Itachi wasn't at all responsible for the loss of control, the helplessness. Itachi was only responsible for bringing the painful truths back to the surface of his mind.

 

Itachi was a target for his pain and his humiliation.

 

Naruto didn't warn Itachi before plunging forward. The tightness of the cavern was excruciatingly pleasurable. The feel of Itachi's muscles clenching, fighting against the intrusion made Naruto groan. Itachi's whimpering helped add to the pleasure.

 

Try as he might, Itachi couldn't keep his voice from responding. A gasping scream escaped the pale throat before whimpers fell from his parted lips. Tears moistened the blindfold over his face and drool fell from his lips as he struggled to maintain some semblance of his dignity.

 

A choked noise escaped him as Naruto moved. The blond pulled back, his heavy intruding erection forcing Itachi to move. When he thrust back in, deeper than before, Itachi sobbed. His long black hair fell over his face before Naruto fisted his tanned hand in the silken threads. He used the leverage of Itachi's hair to pound into the lithe man. He let his own pleasure pour through his muscular, tanned body. He enjoyed the way Itachi's body rebelled against him.

 

Itachi moaned, a sobbing whine escaping him as he followed Naruto's movements. He forced his mind to other days. To better times when he wasn't open to the truth about men. When he was the Yondaime's lover. It wasn't hard to pretend that the blond behind him was the blond Hokage he'd once called his lover. They were similar in appearance and attitude, size and stature. The Hokage had often been rough too, forcing himself rather than being invited.

 

Naruto's thrusts were getting desperate. His desire was culminating in what would result in heated pleasure. His muscles were tightening, his body twitching as he moved closer and closer to his orgasm. He moaned softly, digging nails into pale flesh even as he pulled at the long hair. It wasn't much longer before Naruto thrust deep and froze, locked tight within the yielding body. His orgasm exploded, filling Itachi's clenching cavern with his salty seed.

 

Satisfied, Naruto pulled out before placing a well-aimed kick at Itachi's ass, forcing him to lie prone on the dirtied ground. The hidden entrance was accented with leaking blood and semen. His gleaming cerulean eyes perused the heaving form, taken in the offering he'd stolen. A scoffing laugh escaped the jinchuuriki as he fixed himself, hiding his manhood behind clothing. He didn't bother with Itachi, preferring to leave a silent message to Sasuke.

 

A sweaty hand ran through golden locks before forcing a smile to his face.

 

Sasuke was so very close. Perhaps a day or two.

 

How would Sasuke react to Itachi's broken body, lying partially nude, crying at his feet? He didn't ponder too long what it meant. He would give the broken Uchiha to Sasuke, demanding he return to his side.

 

He would have the Uchiha as his lover.