How It Began
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
5
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1
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Turn For The Worse?
Itachi began to worry when Madara didn’t suddenly reappear. ‘What is he planning?’ Itachi became painfully on edge, even to the point where the wind startled him. However, as the hours past and the late noon sun rose, Itachi started to relax and sat on a near by rock.
“Hwoo…” Itachi could finally rest. But his mind couldn’t. The image of his dead parents carelessly tossed into a pile and left to rot was continuously showing. He placed his head in his hands and felt the warmth of tears come but no wetness. It seemed as though he was all out. Nothing left inside of him anymore.
“Good boy, you stopped crying like a pussy.” Itachi’s head jerked up to Madara casually leaning against a near by tree eating a peach. “You’re such a bitch.”
Itachi wasn’t surprised anymore. “Fuck you Madara.”
“Still got some fight I see.” Madara took a bite of the peach and walked near Itachi.
“Hardly…”
“Well we are all that’s left of the clan. You’re going to have to learn to get along with me.” Madara was now sitting on the same rock.
“Humf….” Itachi was getting sick of this random man.
“Maybe I can help with that…” The older Uchiha casually stood in front of the youth and offered a bite of the peach. “You’re going to have to learn to follow what I say or be left alone. . . I know how much you hate to be left alone.”
“….”
“What’s wrong with you boy?” He holds Itachi’s chin and forces the youth to look at him. “You need me to fire you up a little?” Madara pinched Itachi’s face tighter as he leaned in with the intent of yet another kiss. But this time, the boy was looking straight into his eyes. Unwavering numbness was seen through the cold eyes.
“What? Not going to finish what you started? Who’s the pussy now Madara?” Itachi grabbed the older mans face and pressed it against his, engaging a forceful and tyrannical kiss. Madara began to lose his comfort zone in the aggression of the kiss and tried to pull away. Itachi’s grip grabbed Madara’s hair and forced both faces together even more.
Itachi couldn’t help it, in the last 24 hours he killed his entire clan and left his little brother (not to mention only true love) behind to fend for himself. Itachi had too many emotions to control so he let them all out on Madara. Madara never wanted the kiss to progress; he merely wanted to taunt the young boy. Not to actually engage in a sexual act with his young clansman. Finally the kiss broke. For once, Madara was lost for words.
“Take your pants off Madara.” Itachi demanded as he took his shirt off. “Don’t be a bitch.” Madara was still in shock as Itachi undid his own belt. “I said take your fucking pants off.” Due to Madara’s resistance, Itachi grabbed the elder’s pants and undid them.
“Wait! Wait! WAIT!!” Madara’s screams and resistance were nothing against this youth’s lust.
“Shut the fuck up and stop moving!” Itachi tackled Madara to the ground and continued removing his and the elder’s clothes until they were in their unders. “Come on Madara, play with me!” Itachi relied to the resistance once again and shoved his crotch into Madara’s face, rubbing his erection on the elder’s lips.
Crying in unhappy compliance, Madara slipped the young man’s length from out of the shorts and into his mouth.
“Hwoo…” Itachi could finally rest. But his mind couldn’t. The image of his dead parents carelessly tossed into a pile and left to rot was continuously showing. He placed his head in his hands and felt the warmth of tears come but no wetness. It seemed as though he was all out. Nothing left inside of him anymore.
“Good boy, you stopped crying like a pussy.” Itachi’s head jerked up to Madara casually leaning against a near by tree eating a peach. “You’re such a bitch.”
Itachi wasn’t surprised anymore. “Fuck you Madara.”
“Still got some fight I see.” Madara took a bite of the peach and walked near Itachi.
“Hardly…”
“Well we are all that’s left of the clan. You’re going to have to learn to get along with me.” Madara was now sitting on the same rock.
“Humf….” Itachi was getting sick of this random man.
“Maybe I can help with that…” The older Uchiha casually stood in front of the youth and offered a bite of the peach. “You’re going to have to learn to follow what I say or be left alone. . . I know how much you hate to be left alone.”
“….”
“What’s wrong with you boy?” He holds Itachi’s chin and forces the youth to look at him. “You need me to fire you up a little?” Madara pinched Itachi’s face tighter as he leaned in with the intent of yet another kiss. But this time, the boy was looking straight into his eyes. Unwavering numbness was seen through the cold eyes.
“What? Not going to finish what you started? Who’s the pussy now Madara?” Itachi grabbed the older mans face and pressed it against his, engaging a forceful and tyrannical kiss. Madara began to lose his comfort zone in the aggression of the kiss and tried to pull away. Itachi’s grip grabbed Madara’s hair and forced both faces together even more.
Itachi couldn’t help it, in the last 24 hours he killed his entire clan and left his little brother (not to mention only true love) behind to fend for himself. Itachi had too many emotions to control so he let them all out on Madara. Madara never wanted the kiss to progress; he merely wanted to taunt the young boy. Not to actually engage in a sexual act with his young clansman. Finally the kiss broke. For once, Madara was lost for words.
“Take your pants off Madara.” Itachi demanded as he took his shirt off. “Don’t be a bitch.” Madara was still in shock as Itachi undid his own belt. “I said take your fucking pants off.” Due to Madara’s resistance, Itachi grabbed the elder’s pants and undid them.
“Wait! Wait! WAIT!!” Madara’s screams and resistance were nothing against this youth’s lust.
“Shut the fuck up and stop moving!” Itachi tackled Madara to the ground and continued removing his and the elder’s clothes until they were in their unders. “Come on Madara, play with me!” Itachi relied to the resistance once again and shoved his crotch into Madara’s face, rubbing his erection on the elder’s lips.
Crying in unhappy compliance, Madara slipped the young man’s length from out of the shorts and into his mouth.