Dream Come True

Dream Come True (ItaNaru, mentions Sasu/Naru)


============================================================


Naruto struggled against the invisible bonds that held him, cursing himself for his inattention. He had let down his guard for one single moment during the battle, and suddenly his entire world had shifted, the colors swimming to a harsh crimson, lined with deep blacks and electric whites. It had only taken a fraction of a second, not even enough time to blink, and the figure that had once stood across the field from him was suddenly so close, Itachi's blank face curling into a sharp smirk.

You are a foolish boy, Naruto-kun. You don't pay enough attention to what's around you. In battle, it's easy to rile you, to play upon your weak emotions and blind you to your impending doom. Naruto twisted a little, inside of the nightmare world, but for some reason every word that the traitor said made his body feel warmer, made ticklish little sensations dance up his spine. He was sweating a little as Itachi stepped closer, he could feel the movement of his clothing against his body as he saw the Uchiha's hands twitch slightly in the air.

It grew cooler suddenly, and Naruto blushed heavily as he felt the cloth start to unravel slowly, baring him to the hot air around him. It felt nice though, and he tried to ignore it, to deny it, but his muscles twitched as he shifted, every movement causing a new tremor of sensation. He thought he might burst when he felt Itachi's touch, the man's cold finger trailing up the outside of Naruto's thigh, stopping at the hip to move forward, tracing the seam where his leg met his body to the front, stopping just short of the corse hairs that grew at the junction of his thighs. Itachi's smirk grew sharper, and Naruto was reminded of the teeth of a shark, thinking surely this was what poor little fish saw before they became dinner.

Your body is so sweet, Naruto-kun. So responsive too. Tell me, has anyone else touched you like this before? Had anyone ever handled your bare flesh with this much care? Those red eyes flashed hotly for a moment, and suddenly Naruto felt his head moving without his consent, until their gazes met and he could not look away. The hand that had touched his thigh came up to trace his lips lightly, parting them and delving inside the soft cavern.

Naruto could feel the Uchiha moving within his head like a snake, coiling and probing around his thoughts, his memories, and he fought with all his might. He wasn't a match for Itachi though, not with the fear that suddenly gripped him like ice, not here in Itachi's world. He could feel the pain as the memory was dragged to the surface, the dream he'd had for so long. Itachi's smirk grew deadly then, and Naruto could see it clearly even though he'd pushed his eyes closed as tight as he could.

I see. No one had touched you so gently, not that you haven't imagined it. And with another boy, Naruto-kun? You're quite lewd, even for a boy as inexperienced as yourself. That's alright, I'll fix it for you. Itachi's hands gripped his shoulders then, pulling him upwards slightly as hot lips latched onto his neck, suckling harshly in a way that made Naruto feel weak and dizzy. It was wrong, he knew it. This whole situation was wrong, not what he'd wanted at all. He felt the tears pooling in his eyes but he blinked them back as one of Itachi's hands slid down across his chest to grip his hips.

Naruto bit back the moan as those hands curled harshly into his hips, pulling them upwards with savage force. He knew he was hard now, he could feel the arousal pulsing through him and it made him sick. He felt the pleasure wash through him as he rubbed against Itachi, the Uchiha's cock hard through the thin fabric of his pants, the robe he wore falling around them in a cascade of dark sky and red clouds.

Naruto bit his lip harshly, he could taste the blood in his mouth, but it did nothing to drive away the shivers in his spine, or the pictures that kept popping up behind his eyes, of different hands, a different mouth. He knew it was Itachi, it was this nightmare world, but there wasn't anything he could do about it. He screamed when that first finger entered him, no preparation or warning, just thrust in dry. It felt huge, larger than a finger had ever felt before. Itachi's lips moved next to his ear, the words he spoke a low hiss of hot breath across the skin of Naruto's neck.

Your tight, Naruto. I know you've done this before though, all alone in your apartment at night. I've seen it. The finger moved inside of him, wiggling it's way deeper as Naruto squirmed on it, trying in vain to get away from the intrusion. Itachi only pressed on though, another finger moving to join the first one, shoving it's way in a little more gently, with a little more care. You looked like such a slut then, Naruto-kun, writhing so deliciously on those dirty little fingers of yours. You said such sweet words then, such slutty and beautiful words.

A third finger stretched him, filling him as they moved, scissored inside of him. Naruto felt so hot now, his body burning against those still miraculously cool fingers, his hips bucking up into the frame in front of him desperate for some sort of friction on his aching arousal. Itachi's voice came through gravelly and low, almost like a purr.

That's it, Naruto-kun. Relax and let go, don't think about it, about how much you look like a delicious little whore right now, bucking up into me. Naruto froze then, biting his lip, those words reminding him where he was, who he was with. The self disgust sprung up through him like a hot knife, burning his insides, and he felt the contents of his stomach rebelling, the need to vomit rising in his chest. Itachi didn't let that happen though, the world here at his fingertips as he wiggled them inside of Naruto for another moment before they slid free. Itachi flipped him then, his hands and those invisible tendril tightening on Naruto's bare skin, moving him until he was kneeling.

Itachi's pale fingers stroked his hair lovingly for a second, so Naruto wasn't ready for it when they tightened, moving the boy's face and stepping forwards so that his panting lips were only inches from the thin fabric that covered Itachi's hard cock, the cloak still billowing around them slightly from some invisible breeze Naruto couldn't feel on his hot skin.

See what you've done, Naruto-kun? I don't allow myself to do this very often, but it looks like you've forced me to, you've called it out with your hot little body, moving so wantonly on my fingers. The hands that held him like iron relaxed slightly, but Naruto found he couldn't move his head either, and he couldn't take his eyes off of the shaft clearly outlined underneath the fabric there. Itachi rumbled with quiet laughter, his fingers returning to lightly sliding through that blond hair.

I've cause you so much pleasure so far, Naruto-kun. Don't think I didn't see it, after all, and I think it's time for you to return the favor. Naruto's eyes widened as the implication finally sunk into his mind. He struggled a little, trying to move away but unable to, held as he was by those invisible strings of Itachi's making. He clenched his jaw shut tightly though, the only thing he could do. Itachi's chuckling came again, and the sound chilled Naruto inside.

No? You don't want me Naruto-kun? Well then I'll have to see if I can find someone else for you, someone you'd enjoy more. The air around the man rippled, his body changing shape slightly, hair shortening, the bags under his eyes shrinking back away. Naruto closed his eyes tightly, knowing exactly where this was going and wishing more than anything that it would stop, go away. He tried to find his voice to tell Itachi to stop, this wasn't funny, beg if he had to. The only thing that came out was a high pitched whine though, quiet and shrill, and he could feel the edges of his mind fraying from the strain, he could feel the tears gathering in his eyes again. He shook his head, managing that much movement at least. Those cool hands returned to his head, petting him gently and drawing him towards the body in front of him. Naruto didn't open his eyes though, he tried so hard to make everything go away. He felt the man's hot breath on his ear then, as he felt the first tears squeezing out the side of his eyes slowly.

What's wrong, Naruto-kun? I thought you missed me, I thought you wanted me back? The voice wasn't Itachi's anymore, it was slightly higher, and much more familiar. The playful tone made Naruto's chest ache, and he shook his head again, willing it all not to be true. Those hands just petted him lightly though, caressing the sides of his face, turning it up a little until he could feel warm breath on his lips. He didn't want this, not this way, not when it wasn't real at all. He could feel Itachi in his mind again, the feeling slippery and cold, as the pictures started to come to him again. All of those times he'd thought about it, fantasized about it. Then those warm lips next to his cheek, whispering again.

I know you want me, idiot. Open your eyes and take it like a man, unless you're too scared? Naruto didn't rise to the bait, he knew this wasn't real, but he saw no point in sitting there like this any longer. He opened his eyes, and no matter how many times he'd pictured it, no matter how much he'd fantasized, Sasuke's smirking face there still took his breath away, every detail of the illusion perfect. He tried to beg again, but only the whining would come. He saw his former teammate's smirk widen a little.

Good boy, Naruto-kun. Do I really strike you so speechless? The voice was cool, goading, the tone perfect, like it had been ripped from him memory, and Naruto supposed that it had. For a moment though, he didn't care. It was beautiful, and it was something he wouldn't get to see again for so long, maybe ever. He licked his lips, faced with a scene he'd never thought he'd encounter outside of his fantasies as Sasuke stood again, looking down at him with that derisive smirk, the eyes warmer than usual though, burning with a low and smoldering heat.

Those hand guided his head again, and this time Naruto didn't fight, lost somewhere between his fantasy and that place inside that was too tired to care. The Uchiha's shaft was rock hard when he slid the loose pants down, and Naruto watched dazedly as it flopped forwards, swinging in the air for a moment before those pale hands came down to fist it, squeezing out a single drop of pearly precome, beading at the tip. It was mesmerizing, and Naruto moved to lick that bead away before even thinking, his eyes sliding shut at the delicious little moan that the action brought forth from Sasuke's lips. The hand at the base of the pale cock slid the shaft around a little, and Naruto the sensitive tip be dragged across his tongue for a few moment, writing the taste and feel to his memory before he took the cock inside.

He didn't get very far on his first try, having never done anything like this in his life, but he pulled back quickly and slid his face down again, taking a little more in, then a little more, until the sensitive tip was pressing against the tight opening of his throat. Sasuke's voice was making such sweet sounds above him, and he let them wash over him, each one a little shock of pleasure skittering down his spine to pool in his groin. It didn't take long for Sasuke's gentle hands to tighten in his hair again, the boy in front of him tensing slightly before pushing him back, panting hard.

Not yet, dobe. I'm not ready yet. Naruto whined again, louder this time, more insistent. He had been enjoying that, and he didn't want this moment to end, didn't want to come back to reality. Sasuke knelt by him, face flushed and still smirking, eyes glinting red. Don't worry though, I'm not done with you yet.

Naruto squeaked in surprise as he was pulled backwards by those invisible strings, suddenly sprawling across the ground looking up at Sasuke who towered before him. Those dark eyes were fixed on his own, and the intensity made him shiver, made him whine quietly. This was what he wanted, even more than the moaning, gasping Sasuke before. This was the teme the way Naruto saw him in those fantasies: powerful, in control, taking exactly what he wanted.

Sasuke was on him in a second, his teeth biting harshly at Naruto's neck as he spread the boy's legs with enough force that it almost hurt. The blond moaned, leaning back and letting himself be moved, let those pale hands lift his hips, and then suddenly he was filled. He felt his eyes swimming with tears again at the pain. He'd been stretched, yes, but that was awhile ago now, and the Uchiha's cock had been glistening with his saliva still but even here spit made piss poor lube.

Still, as Sasuke rocked inside of him, in gentle, slow little movements, Naruto felt the pleasure start to come through that pain, breathing in deeply the scent of Sasuke. He felt himself relaxing, his passage becoming easier to move in, each little wiggling rock of Sasuke's hips pushing a little more into him until he was buried to the hilt. Naruto felt so hot again then, only now the contact, the places where their bodies touched burned with pleasure. He was aware of his body in a way that he'd never been before, he could feel the places on his hips where Sasuke's hands griped him like a vise, the little patch of skin on his shoulder where Sasuke's mouth latched every once and awhile, biting down harshly and then licking the skin lightly in apology, and the skin of his ass, the hole where Sasuke's cock was buried, tingling with pleasure, even when it was tinged with the pain of being stretched so wide and filled so deep.

Naruto let out a keening little moan as the rhythm of those hips picked up, his hands coming to grasp around Sasuke's neck, pulling the boy down into him. They were becoming faster now, and rougher, and the pain was starting to rise from the dull throb it had been before, but the pleasure kept pace, and then all of a sudden Naruto's vision went white, his body shuddering slightly as Sasuke's cock barreled right into that spot inside of him that he had searched out with his fingers so many times. He tried to form those moans into words, but he failed. He wanted to beg, to ask for Sasuke to go faster, harder, give him more, because Naruto could feel the edges of his orgasm, but he couldn't quite reach it.

You're enjoying yourself now, I see. You really are a little slut, Naruto-kun. Maybe if you'd shown this side of you off earlier, my misguided, foolish little brother would have had reason not to leave. Naruto felt the guilt and horror rise up in his chest again then. He'd forgotten that this wasn't Sasuke, caught up in the moment, in living his fantasy. That dark hole in his chest opened again, but he couldn't deny or push back the pleasure he was feeling with every rough thrust. He bit his lip against it, but it didn't take long for him to be on that bring, leaning precariously close to coming.

Only he couldn't, he couldn't make it over that edge. His eyes shut tightly, his body wiggling slightly in frustration and need. The only sound that came from his throat was that keening little moan, only louder, higher, more desperate now. He'd do anything to go over that edge, anything. He felt his mind begging, even though he couldn't do it with his voice, and forced his eyes to open, looking into Sasuke's face above him, twisted cruelly. The face smirked, rippling slightly, reminding Naruto of the illusion once again. For a split second he saw those red eyes, whirling behind Sasuke's deep black.

Don't be afraid, Naruto-kun. Let yourself fall. That was all the encouragement he needed, and Naruto felt himself falling over that edge, his hard shaft pulsing for a second before he frosted Sasuke's stomach, the white fluid dripping back down onto his own in warm little droplets. Then Sasuke's cock was spasming slightly, he could feel it still between the cheeks of his ass, and then his passage felt hot and sticky as the boy pulled out, letting Naruto fall backwards. The blond didn't even try to struggle now, as he saw Sasuke's form tremble above him, growing taller, the hair longer, the eyes darker, more sunken.

The tears came again then, hot and wet on his cheeks, and the implications of what he'd just done flooded over him. He didn't know how long he'd been in this nightmare world, but he just wanted to leave now, to go home. His body was heavy, and he felt dirty and disgusting, used. He didn't bother to open his mouth anymore either, his eyes deliberately avoiding looking over at Itachi, who moved to kneel next to him.

You were wonderful, Naruto-kun. So hot and tight, perfectly virginal. It was a pleasure to deflower you like that, and it will be even better when Sasuke finds this memory, and trust me, he will find it. It was so perfect, did you watch my face as I pounded you, did you watch the way it moved. That's really how he looked, you know. I modeled him off of personal experience. Itachi leaned closer then, his smirk widening as his lips almost touched the shell of Naruto's ear, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. His ass was tighter than yours, Naruto-kun. Then again, he was so young at the time, I suppose it would have to be. He was delicious thought.

Naruto's eyes were wide now, and his brain was moving entirely too fast. His chest ached for Sasuke, for his most precious person, and the things that man had done to him. He couldn't do anything now though, the invisible bonds lifting him a little, turning his head until he met Itachi's whirling eyes, and then suddenly there were little snapshots there, memories that weren't his. It was Sasuke, maybe eight years old, moaning and bouncing as Itachi's cock stretched him, crying out his brother's name as he came dry. Then again, later, his eyes dripping with tears as he begged Itachi to stop, to let him go, not understanding why the brother he loved so much would want to hurt him like this.

Naruto felt like throwing up then, and this time he did, mostly from those images, but also from the dizzying recoil as his mind slammed violently back into his body, back into reality. He knew nothing was holding him there anymore, but he could still feel the pressure of those invisible strings on his body, like an afterimage, and the shards of those memories digging into his mind. Naruto was only awake for a few panting seconds after he'd finished losing his lunch in the grass, enough to meet Itachi's eyes again here, smirking slightly before they both looked away. Naruto closed his eyes then, and let himself fall into unconsciousness.