How It Began
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
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Madara's Loss
“Itachi!”
“Brother…”
“Can you teach me how mommy and daddy wrestle?”
“What? H…How… How do you know about that?”
“Well, one afternoon I got home early from playing and I heard mommy making funny noises from the room and I walked in to see them on top of each other naked. Daddy laughed and said they were just wrestling. But it wasn’t like any wrestling I know of.”
“…”
“So will you teach me?!”
Itachi gently woke from his crypt-like sleep to see gray walls instead of his beloved. The sleep smile he had quickly vanished. He knew he was back to the harsh reality. Waking up was his only fear.
Itachi slowly rose from his bed and robed himself in his new “uniform”. The blood red clouds and black vacant background was the closest he came to home in this new stone prison. How many days has it been since he was dragged here by Madara?
“Itachi- sempai!” that voice could fool everyone, except Itachi. “Sempai, breakfast is ready!” Madara changed after that day perhaps he realized the power of being submissive and how he could control the situation better by being innocent.
Itachi silently followed his intruder to the recreational and dining area of the underground compound. Many of the others were already feasting in the full swing of gluttony. There were so many now, so many Akatsuki. The plan was almost ready to begin, but there was one member left to get.
“Itachi-sempai,” Itachi looked behind him to see Mad- no Tobi looking innocent. “Would you like some tea?”
“hmmpf…” seemed to be the young Uchiha’s only reply. As Itachi sat on the more deserted end of the table, Tobi poured him a warm cup of tea.
“Itachi,” it was no longer Tobi’s voice. “We need to talk. Meet me in my quarters once you are finished.” Tobi then retreated to the stove and resumed his cooking.
The other Akatsuki were chattering amongst themselves. It seemed Itachi was left in his own world. No one wanted to associate with him, and rightly so. So he sat and listened.
“Hey Tobi! Bring us more rice!”
“Kisame, are those gills real?”
“HOLY FUCKING SHIT MOTHER FUCKER! THAT TEA WAS HOT!”
“See we could be making more money if….”
Itachi hated this kind of mindless talk. None of it mattered. None of them mattered. Itachi glugged down the last of his tea and left the room. Once Madara/Tobi noticed, he fled as well.
“Itachi-“ but not another word came from the elder as Itachi grabbed Tobi’s mask and ripped it off to reveal the true Uchiha underneath. The youth was momentarily shocked; he hadn’t seen his commander’s face in a while, not since… their first “encounter”. But Itachi was growing restless. He needed to expel his emotions again and Madara was the right one for the job.
“Shut up and fuck me,” Itachi grew aggressive and attacked the old man’s lips with his own. One arm around his neck and the other around the waist as Itachi dragged Madara into Tobi’s room. “Get on that bed and take your clothes off... Good now…” Itachi noticed Madara already standing at attention. “Oh~ so you think your going to get pleasure?” Madara’s eyes grew wide in fear. “Now lay down and pleasure yourself in anyway other than touching that.” Itachi pointed at Madara’s dick.
Madara slowly touched his inner thighs and nipples. His face grew more and more flushed with pleasure as he went from sliding over the areas to grabbing and aggressively pinching. His manhood grew stiffer and stiffer as it slowly secreted a small amount of come from the tip. Madara couldn’t hold back any longer! He grabbed ahold of his shaft and pumped. However, he didn’t manage to get very far when Itachi grabbed his arms and tied them to the bedpost.
“I didn’t say you could touch that did I?”
“Brother…”
“Can you teach me how mommy and daddy wrestle?”
“What? H…How… How do you know about that?”
“Well, one afternoon I got home early from playing and I heard mommy making funny noises from the room and I walked in to see them on top of each other naked. Daddy laughed and said they were just wrestling. But it wasn’t like any wrestling I know of.”
“…”
“So will you teach me?!”
Itachi gently woke from his crypt-like sleep to see gray walls instead of his beloved. The sleep smile he had quickly vanished. He knew he was back to the harsh reality. Waking up was his only fear.
Itachi slowly rose from his bed and robed himself in his new “uniform”. The blood red clouds and black vacant background was the closest he came to home in this new stone prison. How many days has it been since he was dragged here by Madara?
“Itachi- sempai!” that voice could fool everyone, except Itachi. “Sempai, breakfast is ready!” Madara changed after that day perhaps he realized the power of being submissive and how he could control the situation better by being innocent.
Itachi silently followed his intruder to the recreational and dining area of the underground compound. Many of the others were already feasting in the full swing of gluttony. There were so many now, so many Akatsuki. The plan was almost ready to begin, but there was one member left to get.
“Itachi-sempai,” Itachi looked behind him to see Mad- no Tobi looking innocent. “Would you like some tea?”
“hmmpf…” seemed to be the young Uchiha’s only reply. As Itachi sat on the more deserted end of the table, Tobi poured him a warm cup of tea.
“Itachi,” it was no longer Tobi’s voice. “We need to talk. Meet me in my quarters once you are finished.” Tobi then retreated to the stove and resumed his cooking.
The other Akatsuki were chattering amongst themselves. It seemed Itachi was left in his own world. No one wanted to associate with him, and rightly so. So he sat and listened.
“Hey Tobi! Bring us more rice!”
“Kisame, are those gills real?”
“HOLY FUCKING SHIT MOTHER FUCKER! THAT TEA WAS HOT!”
“See we could be making more money if….”
Itachi hated this kind of mindless talk. None of it mattered. None of them mattered. Itachi glugged down the last of his tea and left the room. Once Madara/Tobi noticed, he fled as well.
“Itachi-“ but not another word came from the elder as Itachi grabbed Tobi’s mask and ripped it off to reveal the true Uchiha underneath. The youth was momentarily shocked; he hadn’t seen his commander’s face in a while, not since… their first “encounter”. But Itachi was growing restless. He needed to expel his emotions again and Madara was the right one for the job.
“Shut up and fuck me,” Itachi grew aggressive and attacked the old man’s lips with his own. One arm around his neck and the other around the waist as Itachi dragged Madara into Tobi’s room. “Get on that bed and take your clothes off... Good now…” Itachi noticed Madara already standing at attention. “Oh~ so you think your going to get pleasure?” Madara’s eyes grew wide in fear. “Now lay down and pleasure yourself in anyway other than touching that.” Itachi pointed at Madara’s dick.
Madara slowly touched his inner thighs and nipples. His face grew more and more flushed with pleasure as he went from sliding over the areas to grabbing and aggressively pinching. His manhood grew stiffer and stiffer as it slowly secreted a small amount of come from the tip. Madara couldn’t hold back any longer! He grabbed ahold of his shaft and pumped. However, he didn’t manage to get very far when Itachi grabbed his arms and tied them to the bedpost.
“I didn’t say you could touch that did I?”