As the World Falls Down

As the World Falls Down
A Naruto Fan-Fiction

Written by Tsukashi



Disclaimer: Naruto and its characters are the property of Masisho Kishimoto. I gain no profit from my works of fan-fiction.

In honor of Itachi's 21st birthday today, I've decided to post my "sperm story" hehe. Well, the first chapter of it. I will not be posting this to FF.net due to the adult theme of the story.

Chapter 1

She straddled his hips, grinding against his quickly hardening member. He groaned, and tried to move his arms to touch her, but they were bound above his head, so he was unable to reach her. He strained at the bindings in vain trying to free himself.

Her green eyes glittered in the dim lighting, and her buttons strained as she panted in animalistic lust. His fingers itched to rip her blouse from her and weigh those globes in his hands before bringing them to his mouth. He arched up, grinding against her in return.

Her breathy sigh encouraged him, so he did it again. She leaned forward slowly, drawing out each touch. Her breasts pressed against his chest and she kissed the side of his neck, running her tongue along the shell of his ear causing a shudder to run down his spine. She suckled his now sensitized lobe into her mouth, flicking her tongue back and forth, causing gooseflesh to rise on his arms.

He strained at his bonds, wanting to return the touches and caresses and feeling frustrated at his inability to free himself. Her lips hovered over his and her hot breath caressed his mouth moments before her lips eagerly found his. A surge of lust filled him as her tongue darted between his parted lips daringly. He deepened the kiss and her arms wrapped around him, allowing her better access to him.

She broke the kiss, both panting for air. A flash of silver caught his eye as she produced a key and released his hands. He immediately grasped her shirt, ripping it open, careless of the buttons flying everywhere. She wore a lacy bra that did nothing but entice. He sat up, giving himself enough leverage to be able to unclasp her bra while he suckled her breasts through the gauzy lace.

She mewled and arched into his touch, threading her fingers in his raven hair, pulling him closer. Having thrown the lacy confection to the side, he suckled one, then the other into his mouth, worshiping the taut skin as he had ached to do for months now.

Leaning back, she opened the simple robe he wore, exposing his throbbing member to the cool air of the room. A devilish smile played at her petal soft lips before she leaned down and closed those beautiful lips around his member.

Husky moans tore from his throat as she undid him with that hot mouth, taking his entire length into her mouth and throat and then suckling and nibbling at his sensitive tip over and over. Feeling himself getting close, he pulled her off and she gave him a slight frown at being distracted from her goal.

He ran his finger over her lips before pulling her down for a kiss, while divesting her of the rest of her garments. Her nails raked lightly over his back as he found her wet bundle of nerves and began to make slow circles. Her soft mewling sounds became needier as he drove her closer to the edge and she pulled him to her, wrapping her legs around him, showing her eagerness to join bodies with him.

He slowly entered her tight slick passage and thought he might die from the sensation of her sheath clamping around him. She buckled up against him, trying to get him to move, but he was not one to easily be controlled and took his time, slowly moving in and out of her.

The pleasure was becoming blinding, and he had to up the pace or he would cease to exist. She met him thrust for thrust, perfectly in sync with him, and he felt himself nearing the precipice. Her keening yell of his name sent him over the edge as she clamped around him unbelievable tight as her own orgasm hit.

Itachi jerked awake, and grimaced. A fucking dream.

~*~*~*~

It was “donation” day today, he was able to keep track of the days by her appearances. She came once every four days. That must have been the amount of time needed for him to recuperate after each session.

He was shackled to the wall, with chakra draining seals attached to his chains just outside of his reach meant to add to his mental anguish. Itachi had no strength to fight, and his obsidian eyes glared hatred at her every time she bustled into the room. It was beyond humiliating to have a strange female come jerk him off, what pissed him off more was that she only had to walk in the room to turn him on. His body had become conditioned to react to her in such a way.

In the beginning there had been fear in her eyes, but as days turned into a week, and a week turned into a month, it faded until it was gone. He had no means of intimidating her. Unable to even mold chakra, let alone turn on his sharingan, he was helpless to her slightest whim. Yet, she was always so professional and clinical. She never did anything beyond healing him from Sasuke’s beatings and the collection of his samples.

The first time he was erect when she moved the robe aside, her eyes showed her surprise momentarily before she masked it. Now, a neutral look was all he ever received. It pissed him off that the mere sight of her turned him on, and yet after handling him, she showed no signs of lust whatsoever.

She checked him over, as she always did. Healing the worst of the damage Sasuke had done this time. Not that it mattered; Sasuke would just come again after she left.

Having copied several healing jutsu over the years, he healed himself. Always. He didn’t like it when other people healed him. The alien feel of another person’s chakra inside one’s body was unsettling. The tingle as the chakra pushed its way past your skin and muscles, the feeling when the chakra solidified to move things around deep inside. If the medic was not skilled, it could be quite painful. Not to mention the life and death power the medic had over the patient.

She was very skilled. He hardly felt anything when her chakra was inside him, even when she set broken bones. She radiated comfort from the unfocused look in her eyes to the scent of her skin, and the tingle which could be intolerably uncomfortable was actually soothing when she healed.

She turned to write on her clipboard, presenting her profile. She was average height with long limbs and toned curves. Her face was pleasant on the eyes, her large green eyes dominated her face, she had a small nose, and her lips were set in their customary determined line as the pen continued to scratch softly across the paper. Her soft pink hair brushed her shoulders. Lush breasts stood proudly above her flat stomach, whose toned muscles peeked from between the slight gap between her shirt and skirt. Her hips flared lightly and the curve of her toned buttocks drew his wandering gaze. Her skirt stopped mid-thigh and showed off her long limber legs. Her knee high boots hugged her muscular calves and red nail polish winked in the florescent lights from the open toes of her heeled boots.

His gaze was drawn to her hands as they set the clip board down and reached for medical gloves; the same hands that had healed him on several occasions. They were devoid of decoration, and even with the small scars and calluses those hands sported, it did not detract from their simple elegance. Her hands were very capable he had found out, and they would close around his throbbing erection and offer relief momentarily.

She snapped her rubber gloves at the wrists, and opened her sterile cup for his specimen. He closed his eyes, waiting. The burping sound of the lubricant as she applied it to the gloves momentarily filled the room, before the wet slurping sound of her rubbing the gloved together, spreading it thoroughly.

No words were spoken as she grasped his firm member, no words were ever spoken. He jerked slightly as her hand gently but firmly closed around him, spreading the cool lubricant along his shaft. A slight sheen of sweat broke out on Itachi’s body, and he fantasized about breaking free of his confines and ramming into her while biting on her ample breasts which were entirely too covered.

She had learned little tricks that made him cum faster, and he quickly found himself spilling his seed into her sterile little cup.

She professionally closed the lid on the cup, sealing it airtight before taking a warm cloth to his genitals, cleansing him. He shuddered as she ran it up the length of his member. Finished, she flipped his robe back down to offer him some sense of dignity. Whatever dignity he had left, he didn’t know. Had he been able to foresee the future when he had slaughtered the clan, he would have killed that little fucker then and there.

Having removed her gloves, she knelt next to him, and brought a flask of water to his mouth. His cracked lips closed around it and he gulped it down. This was the first drink he had been given all day. Another form of torture his little brother was inflicting upon him.

~*~*~*~

Sakura took the sample down to the lab, and sighed in relief. She hated that she needed to heal Itachi in order to collect her samples. She couldn’t blame Sasuke for hating the bastard. In his shoes she didn’t know what she would do. But it added to her stress to have to heal him each time she came for a collection.

It was bad enough having to manually collect samples seeing as Itachi would not willing give them himself. She could just see that request going over, ‘Hey, Itachi. I know you and your brother hate each other, but he is trying to revive the clan. You know, the one you slaughtered. So could you whack yourself off into this little cup so we can populate half the women of Konoha with your bastard children?’ Yeah, like a ton of bricks.

She took a small amount of his sperm, placing it on a slide, and looking at it under the microscope. Satisfied with what she saw, she distributed today’s specimen between several small vials already marked with today’s date and Itachi’s code. Notating how much she had collected, the time, patient’s physical condition, and so forth.

Once she had the vials filled, she capped them, placing them in a tray and deposited the tray into the unit that instantly froze it, and pressed the button. She turned her head left then right, trying to ease some of the tension while she waited. It had been a long day, and keeping a secret like the fact that there was an S Ranked criminal hidden in Sasuke’s basement only added to her stress.

As a shinobi, she was used to lying, it came hand in hand with the job, but Sakura tended to walk the straight and narrow, and lying to Tsunade was not something she liked doing. It felt too much like a betrayal. And she supposed it was in its own right. If you got right down to it, it was bordering on treason.

The little ding told her the machine had finished its work, distracting her from her disturbing thoughts, and she popped the door open, pulling on her glove. Smoke billowed out, falling to the floor and she used her tongues to grab the frozen tray and deposit it into the slot in the freezer for today’s samples. Eventually they would be used to artificially inseminate some females that went through rigorous medical screening and fit Sasuke’s predetermined requisites for what he felt would help rebuild an even stronger Uchiha line.

She had offered the suggestion that he may want to save some of the samples for future use. Since they were cryogenically frozen, the sperm could be preserved in that state for several hundred years. Sasuke had agreed to the wisdom of this, and had provided some of his own samples.

Sadly he had done his own specimen collection. Well, you couldn’t win them all. At least she was important to him and furthering his goals even if it wasn’t in the capacity that she had always dreamed of. She tried not to question her importance to him too closely of late, because when she did, she found she didn’t like the answers her brain supplied her with.

Finished, Sakura sealed and locked the cryo freezer before cleaning up her mess. Taking one last glance around her lab, she turned off the lights. It really had been a long day, and she still needed to see Sasuke before she left.

~*~*~*~

A/N ~ Nothing like torturing the birthday boy, ne? hehe. Oh, and the next chapter of Hiasobi is in the works, I haven't given up on it, I just had to write something pervy in the interim! heh.