Boys and Their Toys

A.N. Written on a whim. Please enjoy.

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Boys and Their Toys


Boys and their toys. Even as boys grow and mature there is still that innate need for things to play with… things with which to entertain themselves. One might not think it, but the solemn Uchiha Itachi is no different. He does not like to flaunt his acquisitions like the majority of the male species, though. He doesn’t feel the need to impress anyone. Most toys are abused until their shiny newness wears off, and then cast off to the side and left to decay while a new one takes its place. Once again, this rule does not apply to Itachi. He is the sort who takes very good care of his things. Why let things waste away, when with a little care and polish, they will always remain new? Itachi was meticulous with everything. His room was almost sterile in its cleanness, each item carefully in its designated place. Itachi has only the best of everything. He accepts nothing less than perfection. And that applies to his newest toy as well.

Haruno Sakura sat quietly on the edge of the bed with her hands folded in her lap. Her posture was perfect. Only the slight tremor in her hands betrayed her apparently calm demeanor. A tear slid from her eye as Inner Sakura screamed ‘Traitor!’, but she did not dare wipe it away. Itachi didn’t like it when she tried to repress or hide her tears. He considered it to be one of her best ‘features’. True to his form, he does not whip or beat her as punishment. Her skin is too beautiful to mar. He does much worse. The Mangekyou Sharingan is mentally debilitating, and Sakura is smart enough to avoid a repeat of that experience. More tears fell against her will as she reflected on her weakness, both mental and physical. She always knew that she was weak compared to most of the other kunoichi her age. But when you contrast her strength and skill with that of one of the strongest and undoubtedly the most deadly shinobi in existence today, there simply was no comparison. She remembered back when their paths had crossed that fateful day…

::::Sakura walked along the forest path, admiring the tropical blooms that peppered the landscape with their exquisite beauty and exotic smells. She inhaled deeply the aromas of the flowers and the salty smell of the sea that charged the fresh air with a burst of aphrodisiac. She smiled and hummed a little tune as she continued to her stroll to her favorite place. She had discovered it two summers ago while out on a scouting mission near Fire Country’s borders. She was suddenly very grateful that Tsunade had ordered her to take a vacation. She had vehemently denied that she needed a break but the Hokage was firm in her decision, citing the fact that she hadn’t had a day off in two months, and she had passed out from chakra exhaustion during the middle of a serious operation.

She approached the tall cliffs and smiled contentedly. It had been too long since her last visit here. She walked along the towering cliff wall until she reached a large crack in the surface. She turned sideways and slid into the small space. After several paces she emerged on the other side of the wall. She stood there in awe, just as she did each time she came. The beauty of this place helped remind her that there were things in life that were pure and untainted. The sound of the rushing waterfall cascading over the cliffs edge was soothing. It was the perfect place to come when she wanted to be alone. The cliff walls surrounded her in a crescent, leaving a small section open to view the never-ending sea. She wasted no time shedding her clothes, stripping herself down to bare skin. She loved swimming nude. It felt natural. She didn’t often get the chance to do it, so she appreciated it every chance she got. She stretched lazily in the suns rays and enjoyed the warm sand between her toes as she walked along the narrow shore to the cool and inviting pool. She waded shin-deep in the water, splashing her body playfully with the water to help her adjust before diving in. She swam nearly to the other side of the enclosed pool before she had to come up for air. She continued to swim until she reached her destination near to the waterfall. She found the narrow ledge that formed an incline upwards behind the waterfall. She admired the waterfall from behind, the noise almost deafening, not that it mattered. She backed herself against the wall and took off, running the few feet between the wall and the edge. She dove through the rushing water and gracefully into the pool below. She enjoyed the feeling of the water rushing over her bare skin, teasing every nerve ending. She emerged and allowed herself to float on the surface of the water. She admired the sky and was content to watch the clouds as she allowed herself to playfully pinch the perky nipples that floated just above the surface of the water. She moaned a little and continued to pinch and rub on her beasts before one hand slid down her flat stomach to the small thatch of trimmed pink curls that hid her most sensitive of nerve endings. She rubbed her clit softly, teasingly until she could take no more. She rubbed harder and faster until she came, screaming as the waves of her orgasm rocked her body like the waves of the sea around her. She swam sluggishly back to the small shore where she crawled out of the water and rolled onto her back. She allowed herself to take a nap. She needed a tan anyway. She would just kill two birds with one stone. She drifted off, sure of her security and safety, unaware of someone watching her…

Itachi wasn’t sure why he felt the need to scout around. He was really just restless and didn’t like staying in one spot too long. He left Kisame at the camp and told him he would be back later on. Kisame never questioned anything he did so he just replied with a curt nod.

The sound of the sea was calling him. He hadn’t been since he was a small child. He followed the sounds that led him to the sandy beach. He admired the beauty of the sea, the sun sparkling off the surface, scattering its light. Itachi picked up a chakra signature coming closer. It stopped nearly a half-mile away. Curiosity got the better of him and he made his way towards it. He followed the shore until it ended abruptly, cut off by a cliff. He easily made his way to the top and was surprised by the natural alcove; rock cut slowly away by the rushing water of the falls over millions of years to form this perfect pool. He cut his musings short as he felt a small burst of chakra. He crouched quickly and was utterly surprised to see a naked woman dive through the waterfall and gracefully into the pool below. Despite his aloof and stoic demeanor, he was no more immune to his curiosity than anyone else. He stayed low and watched as the woman surfaced and floated along the surface. She was a kunoichi to be sure. Normal people don’t know how to harness and use their chakra. But she was weak. Well, for a kunoichi. She could undoubtedly win in any situation with a civilian, man or woman, armed or not. But in terms of shinobi… that was a different story. His brow quirked as he watched the young woman touch herself. He questioned his sanity as her actions were causing his cock to grow and strain against his pants. Why hadn’t he left yet? She was no threat and he didn’t care what she did. But regardless he stayed rooted to his spot and continued to watch her. He heard her hoarse moans as she came, body going rigid. His cock ached for release as he continued to watch as she made her way over to the shore and lay down on the soft- looking sand. He admired her beautiful body as her eyes fluttered shut, no doubt drained of energy. He started with her long creamy legs and followed them to the swell of her hips and the patch of ‘pink hair!’ nestled between her thighs. He admired the flat plane of her stomach along with her narrow waist and up to her pert breasts and finally to her beautiful face. Dark pink hair adorned her head, with streaks of lighter pink where the sun had already began to dry it. She was in a word… perfect. Small, feminine, and curvy in all the right places, and a kunoichi to boot. She may not be physically strong, but he wouldn’t bother with a woman who wasn’t one. He wanted her. And what Itachi wanted, he always got. He waited patiently until the deep, steady rise and fall of her chest indicated that she was heavily asleep. He scanned the walls until his eyes rested on a narrow fissure in the rock. He quickly found his way to the bottom of the cliff and edged into the small passage. He had to suck in a few times to make it through, but he managed just fine. As he emerged on the other side he immediately spotted her abandoned clothes near his feet. He picked up her discarded hitai-ate and smirked. A leaf ninja. He should have known. Konoha was the nearest ninja village. He smirked. He hadn’t seen anything this worthwhile come out of Konoha, well, ever. Sure there were some challenging shinobi, but none that could best him. Even Orochimaru was not able to control him or bend him to his will. But at least this kunoichi, weak as she was, was worthwhile. At least she had things that he could benefit from…

Itachi stood towering over the naked slumbering woman. He smiled at his good fortune. This would only be too easy. He quickly discarded his clothes, his erection back full force. He knelt and spread her legs far enough to accommodate himself between them. He stared hungrily at her pink petals laid bare before his eyes. He wanted to see if she tasted as good as she looked. He hooked his arms carefully around each of her creamy thighs and tilted her hips slightly to give him easier access. He gave her a tentative lick from her opening all the way up to her clit. He groaned and repeated, this time with more fervor. He latched on to her clit and began sucking greedily, aware that his actions would awake her. And wake her they did. She rolled her hips upwards toward the source of her pleasure before the haze of sleep wore off. And then she screamed. She immediately tried to back away, but Itachi’s arms held her firm. She pulled on a mass of black hair, but it did nothing to deter the man from his actions. Sakura looked quickly around for her clothes and weapons, only to realize they were entirely too far away from her. Of course she wasn’t expecting to need them…

She perched herself on her elbows to get a better look at the man who was doing wonderful things to her body. She tugged one more time on his hair, and once again got no response. Angrily, she began to channel chakra into her right fist. She reared back as far as she could and swung at the man’s head. Faster than her eye could see, he had caught her punch and looked up slightly, while flicking the tip of his tongue against her swollen clit. Sakura gasped as she immediately recognized the blood red sharingan eyes.
“Sasuke?” She asked, too stunned to say anything else. Itachi’s brow rose in yet another surprise as he whispered between licks, “No, not Sasuke”. The look of horror on Sakura’s face must have been terribly apparent as Itachi stopped his ministrations to chuckle at the young girl. “It… Itachi?” She whispered, almost to herself. “Hai” he replied and lowered his head to continue his feast. “What are you doing?” She demanded, sounding more sure than she felt. “I thought it was rather obvious”, he stated. “Well, STOP!” She all but screamed. “Why should I?” he countered. “Be… Because… You just can’t!” She struggled more than ever. When that proved to be fruitless she swung another chakra charged punch, and then two. He dodged the first but the second grazed Itachi’s cheek, and he narrowed his eyes at her. Sakura immediately regretted her actions. Itachi’s trademark eyes began to spin slowly. “That was uncalled for”, he said, his voice dropping several octaves. He released her thighs from his grip and slowly crawled up her body until his body was hovering just above hers. She felt the press of his manhood against her thigh. A gasp escaped her petal pink lips as she realized that he, like her, was completely nude. Itachi could feel her trembling like a leaf below him, looking everywhere but his face. He wanted to take her now more than anything, but if she was to belong to him, she needed to learn a few things. “What is your name, kunoichi?” Sakura remained staring off into the distant sea, too afraid to look at the man so close to her face. “Haruno… Haruno Sakura” she whispered, a tear escaping from her eye. She refused to let him see her cry. It was dishonorable for shinobi to show their emotions. “Look at me, Sakura-chan.” The term of endearment was so surprising that indeed, she did look at him. And her question died on her lips as the Mangekyou Sharingan placed her in a trance. Itachi kissed away the stray tear before he sighed and began dressing again. His cock throbbed indignantly at its lack of attention Oh, well. It would be all the better later on…::::


How long has she been here? Two months, six months? Sakura does not know. She has lost track of time sometime shortly after she arrived here, wherever here was. After experiencing the Mangekyou Sharingan several times as punishment for trying to escape or cause Itachi physical harm, time becomes a relative thing. She does her best not to have a repeat performance of that nasty jutsu ever again. Each time he is ‘forced’ to place her in it, the punishment became more severe. He may not physically harm her, but what he does is much, much worse. Watching everyone you’ve ever loved die before your very eyes while you are helpless to defend them, or watching everyone you ever loved and cared about despise you for being a traitor, these things stay with you far longer than any physical wounds.

She was so into her thoughts that she did not notice Itachi enter the room. He watched her quietly for a minute and admired her beauty. Her long pink locks perfectly combed and in place. He could see the tears rolling off of her cheeks and wetting the white silk of her expensive babydoll teddy. He longed to taste those tears.
“Beautiful”, he whispered. Sakura startled but quickly composed herself as she returned her gaze straight ahead and cursed the mirror there, mocking her, showing her all her weaknesses. She turned her head to gaze out of the window instead. She heard Itachi undress and place his cloak in the closet before putting the rest of his discarded clothes into the hamper in the adjoining bathroom. She felt the bed dip slightly as he placed his weight on it. “Come, Sakura.” And just like the good little slave she was, she lay down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. She saw him move in the periphery of her vision. “Open for me, Sakura” She complied and shed a few more silent tears. She hated it most when he started out this way, just like the first time they met. She hated it so because she wanted him to hurt her, abuse her, to give her a reason to hate him so. But he never did. He placed open-mouthed kisses on her soft pink petals, gently licking and sucking on her, almost lovingly. He moaned as he continued to drink her sweet juices. She tried so very hard to distract herself from the situation, but it was always very hard to do when there was a gorgeous man touching her in all the right ways. She squirmed a little when he slid first one, then two fingers into her tight passage, sliding them gently in and out. He gently bit her clit and sucked hardly as his fingers continued their sweet torture. A cry escaped her lips and tears fell as she realized that she would rather another part of his anatomy be pushing into her at this moment. Between her emotional state and her physical stimulation, Sakura was on the verge of exploding. Itachi smirked, sensing this very much and immediately stopped all action. Sakura actually cried even harder. She was so close to release. A few mind-blowing moments of oblivion followed by peaceful sleep where she could forget. Itachi teased her by flicking his tongue quickly over her once, then twice. Her hips flexed up in search for more. “Tell me what you want, Sakura.” Itachi crawled up her body and began to kiss her tears away. “Tell me, Sakura.” She took a steadying breath and answered, “Make me forget, Itachi. Please!” She looked away in shame as a few more tears fell, staining the sheets below. “Look at me, Sakura!” he whispered into her ear, biting gently on it before pulling away so she could look into his eyes. She stared into his handsome face… ‘So much like Sasuke’s’… a face she tried so hard to hate, but found it incredibly difficult. Itachi pushed in all the way to the hilt, filling Sakura. A gasp escaped her and she reflexively wrapped her legs around his waist. Itachi growled and pulled her teddy down, exposing her breasts to his gaze. He nipped her breast and Sakura came around Itachi’s length, contracting so hard that Itachi had a hard time not coming himself. As Sakura came down from her high she vaguely felt Itachi kissing the exposed column of her neck and up to her jaw, and finally to her lips. He kissed her deeply, more so than ever before. Sakura was so spent and confused that she didn’t even want to fight back. She kissed him back and gave as much as she got. This didn’t surprise Itachi. It had happened before. But this time was different. She truly gave herself to him. He pulled out of her, much to Sakura’s confusion. He rolled onto his back and pulled Sakura with him. She looked into his eyes, asking a silent question. His Mangekyou flashed, and Sakura stared wide-eyed as an image flashed through her mind. Sakura flushed in embarrassment but quickly moved down, her face inches from his cock. She tentatively licked the precum from the tip before closing her lips around his engorged member. Itachi hissed in pleasure as Sakura massaged him with her teeth and tongue. She began to massage what she could not fit into her mouth with her hand. Itachi was in heaven. Her silky pink hair tickled his thighs as she continued to take him into her mouth over and over. Itachi bucked his hips, forcing her to take him further into her mouth and down her throat. The urge to flood her throat with his seed was overwhelming, but he wanted something else this time. He waited until he was close, then he quickly rolled her onto her back and rammed into her to the hilt, hitting her cervix. She cried out from the pain and from pleasure as she felt Itachi fill her with his hot cum. In her time here he had never done that. She struggled in vain to get him off. “Itachi! Please! I haven’t had any birth control since … since… since I left Konoha!” She begged. Somehow the thought only excited him again. She could feel Itachi growing hard again within her. “Itachi, why?” she whispered. “Because, you’re mine.” He whispered from his place against her breasts. “And I always get what I want, Sakura.” A few more tears slid silently down the sides of her face as Itachi once again began moving within her. Itachi stared in awe of the most beautiful possession he had ever owned. “So beautiful, my Sakura. So perfect.”

The End.

A.N. Please let me know what you think. For all those who are waiting for an update of The Fragile, don’t fret. I’m just on an extended vacation from that one, but I promise I will follow up on it. Just waiting for the right time. Thanks to everyone who gives my shit a chance.