Twisted Desire | By : chesierecat Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1124 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Twisted Desire
Standard Disclaimers Apply
Warning: This piece contains incestuous yaoi material, if
you find that disturbing I suggest you leave this page immediately. You’ve been
warned, so please don’t flame me about that.
Pairing: Itachi/Sasuke (Uchihacest)
Rate: NC-17
Summary: Itachi wants Sasuke. Sasuke wants to be wanted by
Itachi. What’s better opportunity to give than the S-rank criminal’s birthday?
Note: This one served as a purpose of Itachi’s b-day fic.
But it’s kind of a stupid smutty PWP that shouldn’t really be given to anyone
as a b-day gift. I first considered writing a sweet fluffy fic but in the end
this just came out instead. I blame it on my stupid brain that seemed to make
me become more and more a pervert everyday. TTvTT
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“Are you sure you want to do this?”
Darkness. Velvety darkness spreading itself endlessly,
ridding of other thing in his vision. Darkness, that was all he could see as he
stood there, as still as a stone statue with only the smooth, rich voice of his
brother that felt like champagne satin delivered to him by a puff of warm,
humid breath against the flesh of his ear.
“Sasuke?”
The sound of his name, pronounced by that bewitching deep
voice, sent a chill down the nape of his neck, running further down his spine.
Yet he suppressed the shiver and stood proud and still as he pondered the
question in his mind again and again. Did he really want to do this?
“Are you?”
He could feel the presence of that tender pair of lips brushing
teasingly against his ears. Just one mere contact and it sent shocking
electricity flying straight toward his groin, causing his pants to feel
suddenly tight. A sinful jolt that strangely turned him on more than anything.
Did he want this? “Yes.” An almost inaudible answer escaped him as he parted
his lips to suck in breath to cool down his inner temperature.
Itachi smirked at his blindfolded littler brother, promptly
reaching out to yank the boy’s head back by the hair—a small whimper rang from
the boy’s exposed throat. One hand tugging the collar of Sasuke’s shirt down—almost
tearing it in the process-- his lips quickly found its place to ravish the
accessible flesh—biting, sucking and nibbling.
Pale throat vibrated as a soundless moan left Sasuke’s lips.
His hands searched blindingly for the warmth that was his older brother.
“What did you say?” Itachi murmured silkily against Sasuke’s
throat, tangling his fingers into the boy’s hair and started massaging his
scalp. Sasuke’s only reply was a lust-filled, incoherent moan as his brother
continued to torture him with skillful tongue and lips. “Nnghnn.”
“I asked ‘what did you say?’.” The older Uchiha asked as his
lips left the boy’s throat and went back to his ear. “Do you want…” He crushed
their bodies together, their erection rubbing together, emitting a pleasurable
friction even through the layers of their clothing. “Ahh!” The younger one
cried out loudly at the foreign sensation flaming through him as the other
started grinding. “This?”
Sasuke panted—his breath started to get heavy—as he could
feel the other’s presence so close to him and he leaned forward, closer to his
brother’s warmth as he voiced huskily but clearly enough a “Yes,” that was
followed with a heated moan. But it was in no time muffled by another pair of
soft lips.
He could feel Itachi’s wet tongue sweep across his
lips—upper lip at first, then the bottom one—before it slipped between the
pair, trying to get into the hot cavern. Yes, if this was what Itachi wanted,
he was willing to do it. Maybe not entirely for Itachi but for himself also. Because…
Sasuke parted his lips, allowing his brother’s tongue to
enter and taste him. He could feel how daring that tongue was as it lapped
eagerly at his ceiling, moving further close to the back of his throat, making
him feel a little bit tickled. How it moved around, exploring every side of the
cavity’s wall, along his teeth and rubbed against his own tongue…
Because it felt so nice being wanted and acknowledged by the
one he had chased for so long. The one he wanted to surpass… The one he wanted
to kill.
Behind the piece of cloth that obscured his sight, the world
of black suddenly bled the bloody shade of red as his eyes turned Sharingan.
Ah, how everything could be so twisted. The desire to
kill…the murderous urge he had…it twisted…twisting into something much more
intense than a simple desire, curling itself like a butterfly in his stomach
and much lower, lower down. And soon dignity was overwhelmed by this so-called
twisted desire as he submitted to the seductive coaxing of his brother’s
tongue.
Hungry in its wake, the younger Uchiha’s tongue found his
brother’s and soon the two were engaged in a heated battle of dominance. Not
that it wasn’t expected who was going to win the fight. Maybe it was this
nature of his that always had to be the first in any place so that he desired
the opposite, maybe it was that he had never been able to get past the high
wall that was his brother that willed Sasuke to surrender.
Everything would just be easier if he could just surrender.
No struggling, no pain of mental conflict. Only pain of the first and last fall
that descended him from his grace. The surrender that he wished he could while
in reality he couldn’t.
As the need for oxygen separated them, the older Uchiha ran
one finger across his brother’s porcelain cheek. A smirk on his lips as he
voiced his first order: “Strip.”
Sasuke felt the other’s presence retreated away and a soft
creaking sound was heard coming from where the bed was. The cool wind whistled
as it blew into room through the half-open window, lowering the temperature in
the room a few goods degree. The younger Uchiha’s pale cheeks flushed—rosy tint
marking the whiteness—as he swallowed back his pride and began taking off his
shirt...
It didn’t take long that the last piece of the boy’s clothes
dropped to the floor and he was then standing in front of his older brother in
all his naked glory. The coolness of the breeze pierced through his skin yet
the boy forced himself to be indifferent.
Itachi’s gaze roamed the exposed beauty. From the very end
of his raven hair to the delicate details of his pretty face…his deliciously
pale complexion…the slight curve of his narrow hips…and further down… Even with
the low temperature in the room, it was starting to get hot. He shifted a
little as his hands moved to unclasp the collar of his cloak, eyes never
leaving his little brother’s form.
“Touch yourself.”
Sasuke was startled at how husky Itachi’s voice currently
sounded. Husky and…almost needy. Oh, how he wanted to just get rid of the
blindfold and see how his brother’s usually emotionless gaze had become. The
feeling of being wanted…it made him nervous. Yet the younger Uchiha managed to
keep his calm as he started with placing a finger on his lips.
Pink tongue darted out and wrapped around that one finger,
wetting it with his own saliva before he trailed that finger down his
chin…sliding languidly down his throat and then across his chest as his other
hand ran down his abdomen, past his navel, to grab his throbbing member. And he
couldn’t help but gasped at the feeling of his cool hand against the hot flesh.
He licked his lips and with a slow pace at first he started
pumping himself while his other hand found his nipple and began playing with
it—he rolled the sensitive nub of flesh between his saliva-coated index finger
and thumb. That sent another jolt of lust towards his pulsing member. He
quickened the pace and at the same time, tweaked the dusky nub until it hurt.
A breathless moan rang from his parted lips and he threw his
head back as he stroked himself faster and faster. “Ah…ah…” He heard himself
moan but focused instead on the slightest sound of cloth rustling, wondering
how Itachi’s would be. And as he heard his brother shifted—the bed made another
good creak—he moaned even louder as he neared his climax. He pumped and pumped
and stroked faster and faster—breath ragged and heavy. Yet…
With a rustle sound of cloth, Itachi was suddenly in front
of him. “That’s enough.” The older
Uchiha stopped him before he could reach the peak, drawing his working hand
away from his erection while capping the leaking tip with his thumb. Sasuke
made a protesting sound in his throat but was soon drawn a hungry kiss that
threatened to devour him with its irresistible craving.
“Now on your knees, little brother.” Itachi pushed the
younger boy down by his shoulder as he said. Sasuke sank to his knees on the
cold wooden floor easily since his legs were already shaky from the sensation
that soon needed release.
The younger Uchiha heard Itachi’s heavy pieces of clothing
drop to the floor as he stayed there, on his knees, still breathing hard. Did
he know what was coming? Yes. Definitely. And doing it with his own brother? It
was wrong. It was disgusting. But he didn’t care. As long as Itachi wanted it,
as long as Itachi wanted him… He was willing to satisfy the need.
Itachi’s need. And his need to be needed.
Sasuke felt his chin being tilted up—Itachi’s slender
fingers caressing his face. And as the very tip of his brother’s hot member
pecked his lips, he knew of what to do. The younger Uchiha opened his mouth,
letting his older brother shove his erection down his throat. The size alone
was making him choke.
Both of Itachi’s hands soon entangled themselves in his dark
locks, fondling them with startling gentleness as if coaxing him. The younger
Uchiha closed his eyes--not that it made any difference since he was already blindfolded--hands
reaching out to find his brother.
When he found him, those hands hastily felt around—fumbling
here and there—before they found their right position to stay. He held on to
his brother’s waist tight and without waiting for further instruction, started
sucking on his brother’s cock like some lowly shameless whore. Not that he
would let himself sink that low. Yet, at the moment, he didn’t seem to mind at
all.
He could feel how hot the thick member was and the pulse
pulsing under the flesh against his now-swollen lips. His tongue traveled along
the whole length, grinding his teeth along with it before moving back to give
his brother a tease at the very tip. He heard Itachi gasped as he did that—he
could feel the taste of the salty pre-come on the tip of his tongue. And he
decided it wasn’t that bad as he sucked on, bobbing on the throbbing flesh.
The gentle grip on his hair suddenly became harsh as Itachi
pulled at his black strands, promptly thrusting deeper into the intoxicating
warmth that was his mouth—the pre-come-dripping tip hitting the back of his
throat. The younger Uchiha gagged. And he would have whimpered at the violent
pulling of his precious hair if it wasn’t for the big, pulsating matter inside
his mouth that could hardly be ignored.
The next thing he knew was his brother thrusting into his
mouth aggressively—groaning deeply in his throat the sound that sent thrill and
shiver down his spine. The thrill of anticipation and excitement that made the
younger boy to make his next move—pleasuring his brother with his small mouth
in synch with each thrust—as he tried his best to disregard his own aching
member.
It didn’t take long before the sensation peaked and the
older Uchiha came, spurting his seeds right into his brother’s mouth.
Surprisingly, the younger boy didn’t move but instead tightening his grip on
his waist—so tight that it would leave a bruise—and voluntarily swallowed all
of it to the last droplet as if intending to suck him dry.
The older Uchiha looked at his little brother in
fascination. He knew he liked what he saw yet in the back of his mind, there
was a small part that felt this twinge of guilt at the picture of the
once-so-innocent little boy being totally naked and fully erected on his knees
and sucking unabashedly on his own brother’s cock. He then quickly shut that
sensible part of his and paid instead his attention at the way his little
brother’s smooth cheek drew in and puffed up as he sucked.
The mere sight was enough to turn him on again.
He yanked Sasuke up by his hair—the younger boy let go of
his cock with a small pop—and crushed their lips together in a searing kiss,
his tongue invading the boy’s territory once again, tasting his own essence
mingling with the boy’s taste. Sasuke leaned into the kiss, hooking his arms
around Itachi’s shoulders for support as the older Uchiha slowly cajoled him
toward the bed.
Bit by bit the younger Uchiha stepped back and once his foot
hit the one of the bed’s legs, he was swiftly pinned on the soft mattress—Itachi
on top of him. His breath became heavy and his face flushed. Perspiration
trickled from every inch of his fair skin as he lay there, waiting to be taken.
To be one with his brother. To be him. To be the one he strived so hard to be
like.
Sasuke parted his lips to let out a shuddering breath. The
world behind a single piece of cloth was so dark that he couldn’t see anything.
And it made the wait much more torturing. Yet…what he was waiting didn’t come.
Sasuke’s eyes widened in surprise behind the blindfold when he felt the weight
be lifted away from him. Flushing his pride
down the drain and sitting up, he opened his mouth to object but…
“Prepare yourself for me.” Itachi interrupted with his next
order, blowing into his ear. Just the voice of his brother was able to draw an
erotic moan from him. He spread his shapely legs apart, exposing himself and
let his hand travel down his body but stopped as it reached his inner thigh,
feeling awkward at the situation for all of a sudden as heat crept up his face,
marring his high cheekbones with a lovely shade of red.
“Go on,” came his brother’s deep, velvety voice. Sasuke
inhaled sharply and moved his hand closer to the pink puckered hole. Yet as his
fingers brushed against it, he stopped, biting his lips, feeling like a lost
child that didn’t know which way was right when suddenly, he felt the warmth of
his brother’s presence next to him. One strong hand sneaked around his waist as
he heard him whisper soothing words to him in such a caring voice that he
hadn’t heard for long.
And as those sweet nothing that sounded strange yet
reminiscent to his ear ended with a butterfly kiss on his forehead, the younger
boy was filled with this hazy urge to indulge himself in physical pleasure to
stop the flooding of happy but painful old memories. He hesitated no more as he
inserted his index finger into himself, feeling the muscle sting.
He breathed in air sharply before adding the second finger.
The tight ring of muscle loosened and this time, it was more than just stinging
as he could feel the slight pain of stretching. He gasped. And took out those
two fingers. Only to put them in again as his brother’s grip tightened around
his waist.
“Nnghnn...Ahn…nn” As he continued to push those two fingers
of his in and out of himself, the pain soon receded, turning into soaring
pleasure that made him moan and gasp non-stop. It didn’t occur to him that the
tissue has been torn at the rim—blood dripping down the side of this thighs—as
he focused on pleasuring himself. The pleasure was driving him mad with
increasing desire and he didn’t hesitate to add more fingers into the open.
And then there went the third finger, and then the fourth.
More blood seeping down his pale skin yet he paid them as he shoved those
fingers in deep inside himself. “Ahh…Itachi…ahn…” His face contorted in
pleasure as he voiced the name of the one he so desperately wanted. His voice
sounded hoarse and strange even to his own ears as it was laced with need and
lust.
Usually, he wouldn’t fall for that kind of seduction that
easy but at the moment, the S-rank criminal found himself unable to resist it.
He felt himself harden again as he watched the boy play with himself. A low
groan escaped his lips as the last of his normally-good control slipped as he
pushed the boy to lie back. And in no time he was straddling the boy’s hips
with his hand tugging away the blindfold.
As the darkness was taken away, the first thing that
appeared before Sasuke’s sight was the picture of his brother—enticing slightly
parted and only an inch away from his, those blood-red eyes shone with smoldering
fire of lust that he had never seen there before and his bare, sweat glistened
body... The younger boy moaned. The sight of his brother was like an
aphrodisiac. He knew that he wanted him. He knew that he needed him…
“Ah…ahn.g…Itachi…” He called, crooking those fingers inside
him, causing himself to moan loudly and tossed his head back.
The older Uchiha gave him a hungry look that threatened to
devour everything that was him. Abruptly, Itachi pulled those naughty fingers
out of him and instead positioned himself at the open—the tip of his erection
brushing the outer trace of the pink hole. “You’re such a fucking cock-tease.”
He said huskily before plunging himself in full-length at once.
“Ahhhhhh!” Sasuke cried out and came right at the moment, spurting
his seeds on his and Itachi’s stomachs.
Itachi chuckled softly at that and leaned in to whisper sensually
right into his sensitive ear. “This is just a start only, Sasuke.”
The younger boy made a small noise in his throat, tears
sliding down from his glazed eyes. “Fuck me, Aniki.” Yet in his limp state, he
bucked his hips up in wanton. The desire far beyond physical that twisted and
rooted itself deep inside him. He wanted to be one with his brother. “Fuck me
hard.”
The older Uchiha smirked. “With pleasure,” with that he
began to move, fucking his little brother hard and fast just what he asked. The
younger boy’s gasp and moan rang loudly, filling the room with their erotic
melody as the older one continued to ram into him.
The white mattress was now stained red with blood that dripped
down the younger boy’s thighs and calves, mingling with sticky white substance.
The temperature in the room had become hot as the two engaging themselves in a
fiery intercourse that shattered everything but bliss into oblivion.
The pleasuring stroke was making the younger Uchiha hard
again on their ride to hell. Only to come not long after as his brother hit
that magical spot inside him again and again, screaming out loud the name of
the one he so wanted to be wanted by without shame or guilt.
Itachi groaned lowly, finding the last of his control slip at
the sound of his name pronounced by those pliant lips. The passage around him
squeezed him so tight and hot that he couldn’t bare it anymore. Everything was so
perfect…so hot. His breath quickened as he forced himself to last a little
longer, burying himself deep inside his little brother with one forceful slam.
And suddenly, he froze. Just to come violently a minute after, filling the
velvety passage with his sticky essence.
His semen leaked out from Sasuke’s hole, clinging to the
flesh of his ass’s cheeks and the crack, even trailing down the small of his
inner thighs as he withdrew himself and fell right onto the boy’s lithe form,
breathing hard.
He had claimed the boy as his. Yes, now he was entirely his.
Sasuke waited until his mind stopped reeling as his breath
started to become steady that he looked squarely into his brother’s eyes,
meeting the crimson orbs with his own pair. It was done. Completely done. There
was no going back but he didn’t regret it, for it did satisfy his own desire
and serve its purpose. Yes, the real purpose of this…
“Aniki…” He said,
“Happy Birthday.”
After that he closed his heavy eyelids, exhausted and spent
as deep slumber lulled him away from the awaken land. Yet there was one thing
he didn’t miss:
That little but genuine smile that plastered on his
brother’s lips.
Twisted Desire
Fin
There goes my first one-shot. Weird, twisted and stupid. But
yeah, it did serve its purpose. Happy Birthday, Itachi-kun. But I guess you
wouldn’t turn older…oh, how I envy that. ::sighs::
Well, anyway…I’m happy that I finished this piece on time.
Think about it, it’s already over a year since I finished my first Naruto ff.
(For I remember it was Itachi’s b-day also that I finished Sinful Addiction.)
It’s oh-so-true that time and tide wait for no man. Oh well…I’m blabbling. I
should go now. Anyway…
Review would be greatly appreciated. And thank you for reading.
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