Manipulations

A/N: Another response to a prompt on taintedblossom kink-meme. I’ve included the link in my profile. Somehow, I can’t seem to generate pure porn without any plot whatsoever, but this time I think my plot has enough holes to drive a whole convoy of trucks through. I hope it’s at least realistic enough to not make the porn part totally laughable…

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Manipulations

“Look at me.”

Itachi’s calm, commanding voice sent shivers through her, and she followed his order despite the knowledge that it probably was one of the more stupid things she had done lately.

Hazily she opened her eyes and looked up at Itachi, whose face was no more expressive than it would have been in any other setting. As it was, his hard length was buried deep inside her, and he supported his torso on his elbows planted to both sides of her, careful not to entangle her arms or touch her in any way. His hair, out of its usual pony-tail, was falling forward and shrouded them behind a dark curtain so that she didn’t have to see the face leering above Itachi’s shoulder. Her thighs were spread as wide as possible to allow him better access and to make room for a third pair of legs.

Uchiha Madara, the third person in their tryst, and coincidentally also its instigator.

Or not so coincidentally. It had been Madara’s idea, after all, to kidnap her in order to give Naruto a reason to seek out Akatsuki. And so far, it was working beautifully – it hadn’t been any problem for Zetsu to nab her on her way home from an exhausting solo mission, tying her up with his vines and injecting her with a knock-out drug before she even realized he was there.

When she had woken again who knew how much time later, the first thing she had seen was Itachi’s Mangekyou Sharingan and a subsequent descent into Tsukiyomi. What surprised her the most was that Itachi hadn’t used the ultimate genjutsu to torture her, but to have an undisturbed meeting with her where he revealed his status as deep-cover agent of Konoha’s forces. Of course she hadn’t believed him, but after showering her with enough evidence, he had eventually managed to convince her.

And then he had revealed his plan of how to use her to get rid of Madara once and for all.

All in all, the plan was deceptively simple. Since Madara’s Sharingan apparently controlled both time and space, it was next to impossible to harm the man physically. He could just let any attack pass through his body with a minimal exertion of his chakra.

However during orgasm, people’s chakra surged strongly enough to scramble their control for a split-second, and that was when Madara would be vulnerable for an instant. Itachi wouldn’t try it himself because he couldn’t risk his position even if the plan seemed fool-proof, but Sakura was another matter entirely.

The plan hadn’t sat well with her, but in lack of any other viable alternative as a captive of the strongest criminal organization in the elemental countries, Sakura had gone along with it. She was a full-fledged kunoichi, and she had learned long ago to use any weapon available to her. Even sex.

And that was how she came to be lying beneath Itachi, with Madara kneeling between her and Itachi’s spread legs.

It had been interesting to watch how Itachi had manipulated Madara into their threesome. If Itachi hadn’t told her of his plan beforehand, she would have thought that everything had been Madara’s idea. As it was, she had been able to see the deeper layer of Itachi carefully guiding conversation and body language until Madara suggested a ‘night off’ on his own. Or was Madara just going along to humor his descendent and make Itachi think that Madara was that easily manipulable? Whatever the reason though, Madara had dragged them to a bedroom that seemed to have been unoccupied for quite some time, judging by the dust building up in the corners.

Actually it was a bit of a headache every time she thought about just who was manipulating whom, so she preferred to trust that Itachi knew what he was doing. And so far, it was showing good results.

Madara’s dark voice flooded over them, and Sakura wasn’t sure whether she shivered from arousal or revulsion. “Yes, look at his eyes, little cherry blossom. Let him show you what a true Uchiha can do.”

Itachi exhaled slowly, his hot breath tickling against her lips from only inches away. Secluded away behind his curtain of loose hair, she could almost pretend that the two of them were alone. His red eyes hadn’t begun to rotate yet, just like he hadn’t begun to move yet beyond first penetration. He was merely hovering above and inside her, and it was driving her crazy because she couldn’t do anything about it.

Well, she could. But she wouldn’t because this was how it had to be.

She wasn’t quite sure what exactly the relationship between the two Uchiha was, but Itachi had made it clear to her that Madara had to be the one in absolute control during their threesome. Otherwise, the ancient man would never allow himself to become vulnerable for even a split-second.

Madara had been the one to command Itachi to mount her - was it because older Uchiha had a voyeuristic streak or because he preferred male partners? Or maybe because he didn’t trust Itachi’s reassurances that Sakura was under several strong genjutsu to render her receptive to their advances? Could Madara detect that there were no such genjutsu on her?

But Itachi wouldn’t make such an amateur mistake. She suspected that Itachi had indeed messed with her mind a bit because she didn’t think she would have gotten interested on her own otherwise. Merely being in the presence of two S-class missing-nin should have had her fight-or-flight reflexes screaming, no margin for any sexual desires. Survival always was a greater drive than procreation. She should have had to use her medical knowledge to generate outward signs of arousal, using her kunoichi training to fake her way through the chore.

Instead, she found an almost uncomfortable heat pooling in her lower belly, a hypersensitivity that let her feel his throbbing flesh deep inside her, the inch of distance between their upper bodies almost more intense than where they were joined. Both his breath and his hair teased her almost unbearably, and she could feel the heat of his body radiating through the space that separated them.

She realized that she was tense and panting with arousal, and she had to fight hard to not take matters into her own hands. How she longed to scratch the tickling spots where his hair ghosted over her skin, how she wanted to wrap her hands around his neck, how she needed to arch up into him and grind herself against his steely body.

But she was supposed to be absolutely submissive, doing and receiving only what the two Uchiha allowed her. She had to act as if Itachi had indeed bound her with a genjutsu.

When they had done their planning in Itachi’s Tsukiyomi, she hadn’t thought that she’d get so caught up in the whole scene that she was starting to think of throwing caution to the wind. She had thought it would be the other way round, that she’d have trouble showing enough interest. And showing interest was necessary because Madara was insidious enough to demand her ‘willing’ participation in order to have yet another nail to drive into Naruto’s heart when he inevitably came to rescue her.

But she was no damsel in distress. She would manage to go through with the plan and take Madara out, and then Akatsuki would fall apart. No need for Naruto to run into a trap.

However, if things continued like they had so far, she’d become too aroused to be able to control herself to the degree their deception demanded. As it was, it already took quite some effort to play the half-drugged, placid doll Madara expected her to be like after Itachi’s genjutsu. She inhaled sharply and bit her lip when she thought about how good it would feel if Itachi started to move inside her.

Apparently Itachi had caught on to her plight, because she suddenly realized that she couldn’t move at all although the three tomoe hadn’t begun their rotation yet. She couldn’t even look away from his crimson eyes. And to her mortification, that turned her on even more. Or was that his way of messing with her further?

If they hadn’t been in such a precarious situation, she would have done her best to fight his will and show him that she wasn’t one to be controlled that easily. As it was, the knowledge that she was intentionally letting a dangerous S-class missing-nin mess with her brain – she couldn’t help it, despite his earlier revelations she still thought of him as a criminal – made her stomach clench in a mixture of trepidation and arousal. But somehow, her anxiety only heightened her pleasure instead of turning her off.

And he still didn’t move inside her. What was he waiting for?

A hand reached between Itachi’s legs and shoved his balls to the side, sliding against her skin in the process. Ah, yes, Madara. She had almost forgotten about him. She held her breath, not able to look away from the blood-red of Itachi’s eyes, darkened by the black shroud of his hair encasing them in their own little reality.

A cool fingernail brushed against her perineum, trailing upwards until it met the spot where Itachi had sunk into her. She trembled in anticipation and not a small amount of fear. The fingernail felt sharp and uncomfortable, and on flesh this tender it could do grievous harm. It was all she could do not to flinch away in an instinct of self-preservation.

Then the hard fingernail turned into soft fingerpads, and curious digits began to massage along the line where Itachi’s cock had sunk into her, stimulating both of them at the same time.

If she’d had control over her body, she would have gone wild with the sudden pleasure the questing fingers brought her. Tight as the fit was, the fingers only called more of her attention to her swollen flesh, and occasionally they nudged Itachi’s member enough to rub against her deep inside. If she had been able to, she would have wrapped her legs around Itachi’s waist and surged up into him to feed the uncontrollable hunger growing inside her.

Itachi, too, shivered convulsively once, but then he stilled again almost immediately. The only sign that he continued to be affected by the unrelenting ministrations was his slightly accelerated breath that occasionally hitched in his throat, combined with a minute tightening of his eyes.

How long could he keep up this almost inhuman control? How long was Madara going to tease them like that?

“Nice and wet already,” the older Uchiha chuckled darkly, and this time she didn’t hold any illusions anymore why she shivered. Madara continued in the same register that vibrated through her and coiled in the pit of her stomach. “Boy. Move.”

And Itachi moved together with the digit resting lightly at the place they were joined. In and out and in and out and in again until she though she was going crazy because she couldn’t answer with her body. The hunger between her legs was impossibly growing stronger and her limbs trembled, pinned to the bed as they were by whatever Itachi had scrambled inside her.

Slowly his sharingan began revolving, either because he needed more strength to render her immobile, or because his self-control was finally being tested. She couldn’t understand how he could keep to that maddeningly restrained pace, neither slowing nor accelerating nor changing the angle a bit – almost like a machine. The only reason she knew he wasn’t quite as unaffected as he pretended was his hair that transferred the tiny, invisible tremors of his head and neck muscles to a slight fluttering against her skin. Which only turned her on even more.

“Stop.”

That asshole actually had the nerve to stop. She wasn’t quite sure who she thought was the asshole – Itachi because he had obeyed and frozen in mid-motion, or Madara because he had issued the command. She didn’t care either; she just wanted that delicious friction to continue.

Instead of Itachi thrusting into her though, Madara’s digits that had been content to rest against the line where Itachi had moved into her were now starting their exploring quest once more. The older Uchiha was swirling his fingers in her overflowing juices, his cool skin nearly too much stimulation against their throbbing hot flesh. And then, they were gone all of a sudden and she couldn’t help the keening moan erupt from her throat.

“Hold still.”

That was the only warning she got before Itachi tensed above her and then relaxed deliberately, his eyes never leaving hers while he exhaled slowly against her face. As intimately joined as she was to him, she had no choice but to feel Itachi rock forward minutely from whatever Madara was doing to him.

Wet sounds clued her in that the older Uchiha probably was preparing Itachi’s hole and not being too gentle about it. Slicked up with her juices, Madara’s fingers must have been lubed plenty enough and Itachi’s nostrils flared only once when she managed to clench her inner muscles around his cock. Encouraged by her success and the resulting wave of pleasure flooding through her she tried it again immediately, only to realize that she couldn’t control that muscle group anymore, either.

And Itachi had the gall to silently laugh at her.

She barely flinched when Madara’s second hand came to soak up the remainder of her overflowing juices, probably to slick himself up. Afterwards she felt him resettle his weight on his knees between Itachi’s legs, the mattress dipping beneath him.

From the periphery of her vision, ensnared as she still was by the Sharingan, she could see Itachi’s jaw-muscle jumping, the only warning she got before Itachi was suddenly shoved deep into her. The unexpected thrust was great enough that his arms almost buckled, scraping his sweat-shined chest ever so lightly against her hardened nipples that were standing at attention. A frisson of arousal shot through her so hard that for a moment she thought she was going to come. However, she was held back by something and pulled back from the brink of orgasm.

To her great disappointment, Itachi recovered himself almost immediately and reinstated their distance, his breath spilling over her lips in a shaky exhale as he took Madara’s cock without complaint.

Madara didn’t give him much time to adjust, because he pulled out almost immediately and thrust in again, making Itachi’s body rock in and out of her. Whatever Madara did was transferred to her via Itachi with a slight delay.

To her growing dismay, she realized that although the hard thrusts were nice and good, she couldn’t move at all to position herself at just the right angle to get the most stimulation. She could feel that, if she were able to cant her hip just a slight bit, Itachi’s head would scrape over her sweet spot and multiply her bliss tenfold. As it was, he didn’t satisfy her hunger but inflamed it to proportions she hadn’t known before.

He must have read her increasing frustration because he actually smirked at her, the first time she had seen him show any facial expression. And then she knew that, even if he were hitting her sweet spot every time, she wouldn’t be able to come because he had messed with something in her brain that kept her from completion.

A small voice in her head told her that she should find that unnerving, but instead that realization only added fuel to the flames inside her veins, and it would feel so good if she could just arch her back to make use of the incredible tension vibrating through her body.

She got a small breather when Madara stopped briefly to adjust his position, spreading Itachi’s legs farther and hers by default. The added stretch to her tendons almost sent her over the edge, but those damned red, whirling eyes held her back.

Madara was now kneeling close enough that she could feel his knees brushing against the back of her thighs when he started thrusting into Itachi again. And this time, Madara seemed to have found the right angle to nail Itachi’s prostate because the younger Uchiha’s mouth fell open in a soundless scream and he twitched violently.

“Don’t come!” Madara growled viciously. His voice had turned even deeper and rougher with arousal, and it was all she could do to keep panting.

It seemed to have the same effect on Itachi because he stopped breathing entirely for a few seconds. His eyes had turned half-lidded, and he licked his lips. If their faces were only an inch closer, his tongue would have brushed against her skin. Still, he was eerily silent compared to the breathy moans she couldn’t stop coming from her throat or Madara’s deep grunts.

Gradually the pace picked up again, and if she couldn’t move soon, she was going to kill someone. It was unbearable having to take everything as it came, no way to respond or participate or take her own pleasure.

Itachi’s eyes narrowed to slits and he slowly gritted his teeth in an effort to keep control not only over her but also over his own body, whose urges must have become quite overwhelming by now, with the double stimulation and all. One by one, she felt the invisible genjutsu strings wrapped around her brain snap, but she didn’t let on yet that she was getting her control back.

His sharp panting almost scalded her skin, and his body radiated so much heat that she felt as if she was lying beneath a furnace. Her own rapid breaths didn’t do much to cool her; instead they rather inflamed the all-encompassing burn that was taking over her whole body, starting from where Itachi was thrusting into her and culminating in a never-ending hunger that made her teeth grind and her skin twitch in need.

Almost without warning her last restraints snapped and she heard a vicious ‘Now’ echo in her head, and suddenly she was able to tear her eyes away from Itachi’s. She could hear Madara shouting his completion, grinding himself into Itachi and Itachi into her. Without thought she surged upwards, involuntarily clenched all her muscles around Itachi’s cock, and let a chakra-enhanced fist fly with all the speed and strength her mentor had taught her years ago.

She was only peripherally aware that Itachi was convulsing silently in orgasm, too, her sudden exertion apparently having thrown him over the edge. She was still left wanting but her sudden surge of adrenaline made her needs secondary because something was desperately, terribly wrong.

Yes, she had hit her goal of Madara’s head, and she had hit it with enough force to blow it clear off. However, there had been too little resistance, and instead of blood and gore splattering across the bed, there was only a puff and copious amounts of smoke.

Madara was gone.

Itachi’s reputation as a S-class missing-nin was justified because, despite being still twitching in the throes of his orgasm he immediately recognized the situation and wrenched her head around to meet his eyes. Without warning, they blazed into the triple-blades of Mangekyou Sharingan, erasing everything that had transpired between them in an instant so that she couldn’t reveal Itachi’s deceit.

All she was left with was a blinding physical need and no knowledge of why an S-class missing-nin, the ultimate traitor, was fucking her. Before she could react though she felt herself being rolled under into the nightmare of Tsukiyomi, suspending her in a state of permanent arousal for the next 72 hours.

She screamed.

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“You have trapped her in your quaint little nightmare world?”

Uchiha Itachi calmly sat up and used the bed sheet to wipe himself clean. “Yes. I apologize for the incident. I underestimated her resistance.”

Uchiha Madara, who had just entered the unused bedroom that had belonged to Orochimaru once upon a time, approached him with a sneer on his face. “And I obviously overestimated your intelligence. You think I can’t tell that you released her deliberately and then erased her memory to keep her from betraying you? But I have to commend you; if that had been me, your plan would have worked beautifully.”

“But it wasn’t you,” Itachi commented without showing any sign of fear or being perturbed that the other had seen through him so effortlessly.

“No it wasn’t,” Madara agreed, astonishingly equanimous. “You still have much to learn if you want to even think of touching me.”

Itachi tilted his head in acknowledgement. “Yes, Leader-sama.”

“Bring the girl to Zetsu. He seems to have better success in controlling her,” the Uchiha founder commented with a nasty smirk. “Then come back here. There is still the matter of your punishment to deal with. I can’t have one of my descendents try this openly to usurp my position as clan head. Especially someone as green as you.”

“Yes, Leader-sama.” Itachi calmly picked up the pink-haired girl and bowed to his ancestor. Then he left the room. He would have to tread more carefully for a while, lest Madara uncovered the full extent of his deceit.

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A/N: Please tell me what you liked / didn’t like because I’m always looking for ways to improve.

Sakiku