Power

Written for the Naruto kink meme. One of the kinks was power attraction, so I whipped up this little baby. Hope you guys enjoy!

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Power.

Pure, amazing power.

The place seeped power from its very core. It was so different than the type of power Sasuke was used to. This wasn’t chakra. It was something else, something almost chilling, and Sasuke was dying to find out exactly what it was.

The first time he saw it was out of the corner of his eye as he walked down the foggy streets of Silent Hill. Some sort of- of thing, looming in the shadows, too bulky to be human, as far as Sasuke could see. He turned to get a better look, but by the time his eyes focused on the spot, it was gone. All at once, it was as if a large portion of that delightful, looming power had vanished with it, leaving Sasuke aching to get it back.

He ducked into several old buildings, searching for a soul, human or not, but scarcely found anything. The things he did see were decidedly not human, though they may have been at some point.

There were strange figures that appeared to be wearing straitjackets made of their own flesh. The first one Sasuke saw took him by surprise, but only because of the way it moved. It skittered on the ground like some kind of bug; one that Sasuke had no problem with squishing. He could sense them when they were near. He got that strange sensation, like he was sensing a chakra signature, though the feeling wasn’t nearly as strong as it was when he saw that bulky thing.

And then there were the things, the… the leg things, Sasuke didn’t know what to call them. Just a torso with two sets of legs, ones that he didn’t sense until they sprang to life. The top set – oh, it was so silly, but still managed to unsettle Sasuke somehow – the top set would strike out at him, and he would respond by quickly slicing through them with his sword before stabbing the thing through the torso.

He lost count of how many strange monsters he’d taken out before he felt that again. The intoxicating draw of power, getting stronger with each step, leading him toward an old house that seemed out-of-place for some reason. As he stepped inside, he couldn’t help but to feel the strangest sense of déjà vu, like he’d been there before, but maybe he hadn’t… He turned down one hallway, then another, his heart racing as that wonderful feeling grew nearer still.

And then, he saw it.

At the end of the hallway, a man on the bottom, muscular, with his body clothed in what appeared to be a bloodied butcher’s apron. Clutched in his hand was a huge knife, stained brown with old blood. His lower body wasn’t impressive, really. It was his head that caught Sasuke’s attention.

It was the bulky thing that had caught Sasuke’s attention before. Huge, red, and pyramid-shaped, it obscured the thing’s actual head from view – if he even had one. It was definitely abnormal, though Sasuke wasn’t repelled.

He took a few slow steps closer, almost hypnotized, the power drawing him in. He stopped when he was only a few feet away, not saying a word, staring at the thing, and the thing stared back. After what felt like an eternity – and for all Sasuke knew, it might have been – the thing started moving. With every step, the knife dragged along behind it, making an ominous scraping noise.

Sasuke should have run away then and there. Any sane person would have. But Sasuke was frozen, drunk with power, and the closer the thing got, the more intense the feeling was. His eyes followed the thing’s arm as he raised it, holding the impossibly large knife over his head with little effort.

It wasn’t until he heard the whooshing of the blade coming down on him that it occurred to Sasuke to move.

He ducked down, turning away just as the knife came down with a heavy thunk on the floor where he had been standing a second ago. He heard the crackling of the wooden floor being torn to pieces, a sound that ripped through the stale air and pounded on Sasuke’s eardrums in a most unusual way. He straightened up and turned back to the thing, realizing just how narrow the hallway was when his back hit the wall (or was it wider before?).

The thing turned its head to him, slowly, giving off the illusion that its head could move in ways that should be impossible, all because of that strange pyramid-shaped helmet.

Sasuke should have felt scared, even a little, as the thing pulled its knife out of the floor with a crack, should have tried to run when he heard it scrape across the floor as the thing’s body turned to match its head, should have attacked when it grabbed a fistful of his clothing, but he didn’t. It was almost as if everything was happening in slow motion. Sasuke’s eyes were locked on the large, sleek, red helmet as the thing yanked its hand back, taking with it a chunk of Sasuke’s clothing, ripping it as if it was rice paper. Sasuke could see shreds of his outfit floating through the air, could hear the soft noise the bit of clothing made when it hit the ground, could feel the change in temperature as the rest of his outfit slid off of him-

He didn’t care.

He could hear his own breathing quicken just a bit, could feel the thumping of his heart in his ears and his stomach and his chest and his throat and everywhere else, and there was a sound like… like nothing he knew, of something like breath coming from the thing’s head, making the creature seem like more of a human than before.

The thing stood completely still, but something slithered out from under its helmet. It was like a… a tongue, slimy and black and so much like Orochimaru’s. As it slithered down his body, Sasuke couldn’t help but remember the old man, all the times he would watch him and grin and lick his lips with that disgustingly long tongue of his. He almost felt regretful when- Oh, god, that thing’s tongue wrapped around an area that was all too sensitive, and he groaned and let his head fall back onto the grimy surface of the wall behind him, his eyes going half-lidded as he stared down the dark hallway that led him here.

He wanted it. He wanted the power, and he didn’t care what he was doing, what was happening to him, he just wanted it so bad.

He heard the knife scraping across the floor again, heard the sound of it coming down, but all that mattered was the power, and how the tongue felt so hot against his skin, as if coming into contact with the thing increased the feeling tenfold. He heard a loud crack that echoed off the walls around him, and turned his head to the other side, coming face-to-face with the half of the blade that was sticking out of the wall.

He vaguely heard a soft sound of surprise, and realized a few seconds after that he had made the noise. It sounded so foreign. Even stranger still was when he realized that groaning noise, that pathetic yelp of displeasure when the thing’s tongue slid away and back under the helmet, was also made by him.

Yet he did nothing when the thing grabbed his upper thigh and forced his leg up, because god, he felt that wonderful heated feeling again, that raw power, and he didn’t even question where the butcher’s apron had gone when he felt the warm tip of the thing’s length press against him. He felt his blood throbbing hard in his body – more specifically, his cock – as the thing places his leg around its waist, and he remembered that he could move, pulling the thing closer with just his leg. His trembling hands found the thing’s hard, muscular shoulders, and he held on for life and limb, with all that he had, as the thing pressed inside.

He screamed.

His body was screaming in pain, screaming for it to stop, but his mind couldn’t get enough of that brilliant heat. With every thrust, Sasuke was stretched and torn terribly, and he loved it. He bled, and oh, it was as if the power was leaking further inside him now, coursing through his veins, fueling his mind and his body and stripping the rest of the world away.

The thing’s hand was on his hip, gripping him with inhuman strength, and he could feel himself bruising, could feel every little blood cell rise to the surface as if he, too, was some kind of superhuman. He felt his bones giving in to the power of the thing’s grasp, and when they splintered, Sasuke screamed even louder, the heat and power and throbbing, burning need penetrating even his bone marrow now, taking every part of him for its own, every last cell.

He isn’t quite sure how he’s lasted this long, how the phenomenal feeling hasn’t completely destroyed him, but he has, and he begins to hear… things.

Screaming, yes. He hears screaming, of course, his own screaming, screaming for more and for less, for it to stop and for it to never end, but along with it, screams that sound not quite right, like there are more people somewhere in the building in this kind of spectacular agony, but he can’t put his finger on it. It’s that same feeling he got when he first saw the building, like he should know, like there’s one thing he’s forgetting that, when remembered, would make it all make sense, but the thing’s power is so all-consuming that he just doesn’t care…

His head falls to one side, and he’s staring down the dark hallway again, except- Except there’s someone there now, staring at him with wide eyes and parted lips, like they want to be surprised but they won’t allow it to show, like they’re so stunned they can’t do anything but stare blankly like the person who gets the wind knocked out of them with no prior warning, and suddenly they’re on the ground in pain and the world is spinning-

Itachi.

Itachi… His brother… The memories flood back.

Out of place because it’s their childhood home, and it’s in a town filled with buildings that are of a completely different architecture, from another part of the world.

Screaming because it’s his parents, and his family, all screaming as his brother kills them, and that’s why he had to leave to Orochimaru, that’s why his friends are screaming too, screaming for him to stay with me and come back and you’re my friend and I love you…

And Sasuke’s screaming because it’s this power that he needs, this power that he’s constantly seeking, this power that’s driving him insane, ruining his life, all because of that bastard..!

The thing releases into him, a white-hot liquid representation of that heart-wrenching, soul-eating, mind-breaking power, and Sasuke’s throat tears as he screams louder than ever before. He can taste blood on the back of his tongue, and he stares at his brother’s face as he cums, and when he blinks, his brother is gone, damn it, not again…

And then, nothing.

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When he wakes up, he’s lying just outside of Silent Hill, clothing restored and body in perfect condition. There’s still a dull ache in his body, confirming that he wasn’t just dreaming, he couldn’t be, because no worldly experience would leave him with this feeling, so strange, so much different than anything and everything he’d ever felt.

Picturing his brother’s face, the face of the man who ruined his life, Sasuke stands up, dusts himself off, and walks away from Silent Hill, never looking back.

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Itachi walked away from Silent Hill with a nagging feeling of… wrong. It was the only way to describe it. Just… wrong.

The place was strange, and seemed to appear out of nowhere. He walked through the hazy streets with an uneasy feeling he hadn’t felt in years. The monsters surprised him at first, just a bit. They would’ve been easy to deal with, but…

One hit. That’s all it took.

One hit, no matter how hard, and they fell to his feet, screaming, a piercing scream that chilled him to his very core. Then, silence. They didn’t try to attack when he walked away; they just lay there, lifeless. And if Itachi happened upon a street he’d already been on, though he swore after a while that he knew the layout of the place, they’d be lying there still, bodies littering the silent streets.

He made the miscalculation of thinking it might be a good idea to enter a building at one point. He felt drawn to it, and opened a door a crack just in time to see a thing with a big triangular head and a bloody smock on grabbing another one of the familiar monsters and shoving its head into a tub of water, holding the twitching, jerking thing under until it stopped. Itachi felt sick deep in his stomach, and had to lean against the doorframe to keep from passing out, though he couldn’t place why it had affected him so profoundly…

The thing turned its head to him, and he ran.

He wanted to get out, out of the stupid place, away from the stupid screeching monsters, and- and- he turned a few corners, made it about halfway down a hallway, and stopped.

There, standing before him, was the thing again, pressing a person against a wall, and- oh god, it was Sasuke.

The thing was doing something obscene, something that was not right, and his beloved baby brother was screaming with all he had in him, and if he saw right, Sasuke came-

He turned and ran, trying to get the horrible sound out of his ears, trying to will the image away, and didn’t stop to look at anything until he knew he was out of that town.

He knew when it happened.

The atmosphere lightened, the sun shone down upon him, and he could barely remember anything he’d seen, just fuzzy imagery and even fuzzier sound, fading quickly, almost gone by the time he’d sprinted a few yards away.

He never looked back at the town, never saw it again, and in fact forgot everything. But the feeling of wrong stayed with him until his death, the knowledge that Silent Hill was a horrible place locked deep within him. He died still wondering just why he felt that way, but he knew he never wanted to go back to try and find out.