Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ To Find Warmth In The Snow ❯ Chapter 4 Can You Keep A Secret? ( Chapter 4 )

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

Chapter 4

Can you keep a secret?

“Guess again.” The calm silky voice replied.

My eyes widened in shock and fear, “Itachi!”

He didn't say anything.

Looking around frantically as I struggled to grasp the situation. I wanted to punch him but my hands wouldn't move.

I turned and looked up as best I could and realized they were tied to two wooden posts with strips of silk.

The same as what was beneath me…

I could almost hear the gears click into place.

It hit my like a bag of bricks.

A… a bed.

Please don't let this mean what I think it does.

I closed me eyes trying to calm myself.

*It's just silk. Rip it.*

And I tried but failed.

The muscles in my arms strained and I tossed and turned desperately trying to break loose.

“Don't bother. The silk has some of my chakra embedded in it. It won't rip.” Itachi said as he removed his Akatsuki cloak.

A cold and thin hand reached down and stroked my chest making me shiver.

“Don't…” I whimpered.

“Shhhh… don't tell me what to do. I'm the seme here. I don't want to hurt you but I'll punish you if you don't do what I say.”

That wasn't enough to stop me.

I struggled fiercely and screamed.

“What do you want with me bastard. Let me go.”

I continued struggling. I wouldn't go to the Akatsuki without a fight.

He got on top of me, one of his legs on either side of my hips.

He leaned down but his eyes were full of hate.

“The more valid question is what do you want with Sasuke?”

I stilled beneath him my struggling ceased completely.

*How…how does he know?*

His eyes narrowed a little before he leaned down and… kissed me?!

My struggling started up again.

He grabbed both of my shoulders and held them down firmly temporarily quelling my struggle.

“Naruto, can you keep a secret?” he asked his voice calm and steady.

I glared at him but nodded.

He leaned down to where his lips caressed my ear with each word.

“I'm going to fuck you till you can't move for days.”

I gasped shocked.

That's all he wanted?

Not the Kyuubi, not my death.

My…virginity?

It wasn't much of a secret but it made me shiver in fear.

He leaned down and kissed me again his mouth silky and sweet

As soon as my mouth was freed of his I yelled, “What're you doing?! Pervert! What do you mean you're gonna…gonna!…”

“Stop struggling.” He commanded with a no-nonsense tone. But I refused.

He wouldn't make me give in so quickly.

“Stop or I'll kill you.” he growled.

“Kill me then!!” I screamed in his face as I struggled against my bindings. I had to get out. I had to…

“Stop… or I'll kill Sasuke.”

That made me pause.

“You wouldn't.” I said my eyes narrowing in suspicion.

“It would be the perfect chance with the perfect excuse. I'll make sure to let him know just before his last heart beat that you were the reason for his death.”

I made on last desperate attempt my hands and feet pulling at the silk before finally my body went limp beneath him.

I wasn't getting out of this.

He smiled slightly before he bent down and kissed my neck lovingly. I groaned, I didn't want this; thousands of insults were burning my tongue. I wanted to yell and scream for him to stop and get off me, but…

*Sasuke…*

His kisses continued.

Delicate and wet trailing over my skin. Why was my heart pounding?

Was I hallucinating or… did this feel… nice?

*I don't want this… I don't want this…*

I reminded myself over and over. But somehow. I was reacting to him. Moaning as his tongue curled around my nipple. Arching into his touch.

He mouth wandered all the way down to my pants. I thanked god I still had them.

His tongue was even so bold as to venture beneath my waistband and taste the tender hidden skin below.

“You taste good.” He said.

I scowled at the remark.

“If you're a good boy I'll untie you.” He offered.

This was my chance.

If he untied me I might be able to get away.

It was only a possibility but I'd rather take that chance than to lay still as he did what ever he wanted to me.

I only had to be good for a moment longer.

Just a little more.

And then I could attack.

I'd have the element of surprise on my side as well.

It seemed like as good a plan as any so I waited patiently.

I felt his hard member press into my thigh and I stiffened.

He was really going to do it.

He untied my feet so that he could remove my pants.

As soon as I had the opening I kicked him with all my might in his chest flinging him off of me.

I smiled at my victory and looked up as I tried to free my hands.

“I'm disappointed in you, Naruto.”

My entire body froze and my eyes slowly focused in on the direction of the voice.

Itachi stepped out from the shadows of a corner.

My eyes widened in horror as I glanced back at the Itachi I'd kicked that was still lying on the floor. He disappeared in a poof of smoke.

I looked back at the real Itachi fearfully.

A… replication.

There was no escape now.

“I knew you'd be rebellious.” He said smirking.

He straddled me again and now I knew… it was over.

I didn't want to but I relaxed. There was no stopping it now.

*Just let it be over quickly*

“I suppose I'll have to punish you know. I keep my word.”

His eyes were full of such malice.

I looked away.

He unceremoniously yanked off my pants.

And I slammed my eyes shut tightly.

Still, traitor tears escaped the edges.

I felt Itachi's hand come up and catch my tear.

I opened my eyes in surprise.

“Don't cry.” He said menacingly.

I closed hem again. Waiting. Waiting as his hands and mouth wandered all over my body.

Finally he stopped. I waited but didn't feel anything else.

I opened on of my eyes a crack to see Itachi spreading lubricant over himself.

He had his eyes closed as he stroked himself.

When his eyes opened again and I looked at his face, I saw Sasuke.

*Sasuke…*

My heart ached painfully

They looked so similar.

He paused to stroke himself once more before I felt his slicked fingers at my entrance.

He pushed in two and I grunted from the pain.

“It's you're first time.” He whispered, “I guess that means I'm lucky…”

I glared at him.

“You're really tight. This will be fun.”

His voice seemed strained.

He was looking forward to this.

He shoved in a third finger quickly.

The pain was too much this time.

I tried to move a away from his fingers but when I tried this he grabbed my hips and pushed his fingers hard up inside of me making me scream at the pain.

It was already uncomfortable, but that pain…

And his dick is way thicker and longer than just a few fingers.

“And for trying to move away, I won't finish stretching you, you'll just have to bear the pain.”

He pulled his hand away rubbing it on the sheets.

He then leaned up quickly planting a kiss on my lips.

I shivered. His lips tasted nice.

He lifted both of my legs and placed them on his shoulders and then lifted my ass and placed it in his lap.

I whimpered as I felt the head of his dick press against my entrance.

I didn't want to let him in, but I couldn't fight him. There was nothing I could do.

He callously began to push him self in.

The first thrust got two inches in and I only barely muffled my scream. The second got him a little more than half way.

My hands were balled tightly into fists.

This pain… it was unbearable.

And what was worse was the there was still more. He was only half way in.

I whimpered giving in. giving up.

But how was I supposed to fight when he threatened my life… and Sasuke's

He pushed in again and I cried out unable to hold my screams back any more.

I tried to move away but whenever I did he'd fiercely grab my hips again and force my body down onto him causing even more pain.

“Please…Please Itachi.” I pleaded crying.

“I told you not to cry.”

“Please…” I begged hoping that maybe the Uchiha had a heart somewhere in that pale chest of his.

He didn't.

“Shut up.” He answered.

And then he slammed into my body all the way to the hilt.

I screamed again feeling a hot and thick liquid begin to drip from the hole. And it took me a second to realize it was blood… my blood.

He began to pump into the tight passage, violating the tender and, until now, untouched flesh.

I screamed again and again. I couldn't stop. It hurt more than any punch I'd ever taken or anything else in the world.

His thrusts began to take on a rhythm.

And… it stopped hurting so badly.

There was always a painful edge to his harsh movements but also… a pleasure.

My body.

It was betraying me again.

It slowly but surely became more and more pleasurable. I found myself moaning now and pressing back against his thrusts.

I'm not sure if he took notice but he didn't react.

He thrust in again and I pushed back enjoying the feeling.

But when I did this I quickly stopped myself and scolded myself for doing such a thing.

“Ah…” I moaned unable to control myself.

He looked up at me his face still perfectly relaxed showing no signs of any emotions at all.

My face was the opposite. My eyes were squeezed shut most of the time, my teeth ground together in restraint and sweat was dripping off of me.

I suddenly thought of something. What if I was accused of wanting to have sex with Itachi?

Even if it had felt good at certain times it didn't mean this was consensual… right?

I wanted it to stop now; I wanted it to all be over. He made me feel…dirty like I was sinning, like it was my fault that it felt good when he thrust in certain ways.

*I don't want this!*

I screamed in my head. And I began to struggle against his touches once more.

His thrusts were getting harder. My blood was flowing freely now but he just kept moaning, kissing my chest and brutally pumping into my body.

He brought up one of his still slightly lubricated hands and began to stroke my dick

I moaned and arched away but his hand tightened to a fist around me and began pumping my dick in time with the motion of his lower body into mine.

I moaned loudly. But I couldn't push him away.

*I can't take much more!*

I thought in desperation.

I felt a new exhilaration flood me and my muscles tightened as I had my first true sex-induced orgasm.

My scream was cut short in my tightened throat.

My fingers left little bloody crescent moons on my palms.

I felt my hot liquid splash out all over my stomach.

With relief I sighed.

I thought that would be the end.

…I was wrong.

Itachi continued without faltering. As if nothing had happened at all.

Even his hand on my dick did not slow pace.

I cried out again my arms struggling to fight him.

My muscles began convulsing, protesting against this brutal assault to my nerves.

I couldn't take it anymore. I was past my sexual limit. Couldn't he tell?

Or… maybe it was fun for him to hear my screams of pain from being forced to go on when my body was obviously done.

He bent down and licked at the wet cum on my stomach and paused to smile up at me.

“You really do taste good.” He said mockingly.

He pumped my limp member and thrust into my tightened hole that continued tightening as I convulsed around him.

I screamed crying out for him to stop but he wouldn't.

He simply ignored me.

Finally he let go of my member and I thought maybe he would take a break but…

He grabbed my hips and buried himself deeper inside me than before.

I screamed my loudest straining against the silk at my wrists. My head fell back and another loud scream erupted from my throat as for the first time he hit my prostate.

“There it is.” He whispered.

He, yet again, smiled that mocking smile at me and then pushed even harder against it watching me scream and squirm.

I couldn't take it. I was loosing my mind.

He was killing me. I was sure I would die from this.

He continued to thrust hard against his discovery making me jolt and scream with each painful shove of his dick into my body.

It was the worst pain I had ever experienced in my life.

He came once.

I felt another hot thick liquid, besides my own blood, fill me.

And he paused giving me temporary relief and respite before he started up again.

And after a heartbreaking and viciously long forty minutes he was spent.

He moaned and threw his head back wallowing in the pleasure.

He finally pulled his bloody member out of my body and used the sheets to clean himself up.

Then he sat at the end of the bed looking up at me.

He waited for a moment and our eyes met and stuck.

I could tell from looking at him he wasn't finished yet.

He began crawling up along my body until his hips were at my chin.

“I don't think I'm quite done yet.” He said coldly, “…Suck.”

I felt the tears again.

I'd been crying way too much but this wasn't a time to think about that.

I whimpered and then let my mouth fall open and take in the head of his cock.

He moaned and began to shove himself in down into my throat.

I choked but tried to get used to the feeling.

I tried to take in as much of him as I could to satisfy him so that this wouldn't last much longer. I could taste his skin but I also tasted something extremely bitter coating his dick that I realized, with great distaste, must be me.

“What?” he asked seeing my grimace, “Don't like your own taste?”

I veered my eyes in the other direction.

“I love it.” He whispered almost reluctantly.

And I felt a finger reach back and tickle at my tender entrance and a mix of my blood and his cum came back of his finger.

He put it to his lips and licked at the finger his dark eyes staring deep into my own.

He moaned coming back into the bliss of his own dick being buried in the back of my throat and began thrusting into my mouth, too impatient to wait for the pleasure.

He held down my shoulders and continued this for a while.

My throat and jaw were aching and the way my nose kept touching his curly black hairs I could tell they would for a while. And then finally I felt my throat fill with a bitter liquid.

He pulled out and I coughed and sputtered not wanting to swallow his cum but he grabbed my face and said, “Swallow.”

I obeyed; I couldn't take the punishment that went along with disobeying. My body just couldn't take it.

It was one thing to take punch after punch in a fight, but this… being stripped of your dignity, tied to a bed and brutally raped by someone who so closely resembles the one you love. I was emotionally spent.

And my body wasn't that good either.

He licked along my lips cleaning up the white liquid that had spilled from them.

“You're really good.” He said again. He untied my wrists and I didn't even try to move. What point was there in moving?

The muscles in my legs were trembling still and my hands were numb from being above my head and being so tightly tied to the bedposts. And on top of that I had a terrible headache and my vision kept going in and out.

He left the bedside and went into a bathroom where, from the sound of the water, I could tell he was taking a shower. He came back out fully dressed in his Akatsuki uniform clean and refreshed.

He looked at me as if he'd never seen me in his life. He looked calm and cool as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

He walked over to me and as I looked up into his eyes I could see clearly now the rage and hate undiluted by lust.

He took out a kunai and slashed across my chest.

I tried to shield myself with my arms but they merely got marred in the process.

Finally he dropped the kunai and turned in a flurry to leave.

I couldn't even really feel the pain anymore.

I was too weak.

No wonder Sasuke hates this guy so much…I wonder…I wonder if he ever did this to Sasuke when they were younger…

My thoughts became dull and the world faded away but not before I saw Itachi one last time, and as those red eyes turned to me, I saw a slash of a smirk on his lips.

He looks like Sasuke when he smirks… I thought.

And I felt my eyelids getting heavy and then, I fell into darkness.

Xx--XxX--xX

When I awoke there were no signs of life in the room. The same room I'd been in before.

I strained my muscles to pull myself up off the bed and it took me nearly two minutes just to sit up and when I did I whimpered trying to hold back a scream.

The pain in my backside was almost unbearable.

I stood my legs shaking and tried to remember how to walk correctly.

I found my pants and my boxers on the floor where Itachi had thrown them and my shirt, jacket, and headband neatly folded in a chair.

My headband was the simplest to put on and I was able to pull on my shirt and jacket in about five or ten minutes.

I was still weak and the bruises around my wrists and on my hips and sides where Itachi had gripped along with the deep gashes on my arms and chest made it excruciatingly painful to move.

My pants and boxers where the worst to put on. Every time I lifted my leg even inches to put my pants on a terrible wave of pain would rush over me. And trying to sit down was just as bad if not worse.

In the end I got my pants on. Though I had wanted to clean the blood smears from my inner thighs I didn't bother to wash up, doubting I had the strength to stand in a shower.

Just before I was about to leave I noticed a small piece of paper sitting on the nightstand.

I limped over to it and it read:

Thanks for everything

-Uchiha Itachi

I balled the paper up in my fist. I was near crying again.

Instead I stuffed the paper into my pocket and walked outside.

MUHAHAHA!!

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