Primal.

Info: [AU, no massacre, Kagome's from a new clan coming to Konoha]
Disclaimer: i don't own Inuyasha or Naruto or any of its characters, nor do i make money from these fanfictions.
Warning: Lang, mature content
AN:I still didn't beta :p - MPB/r0o


Primal.

There was something positively primal in the Uchiha line, and whether anyone wanted to acknowledge this fact or not, was not the point. This primitiveness that ran deep within their blood was strongest most in those who's sire and dam were closely related, and for the incestuous clan this was a majority. But in the case most seen, but least spoken of, the clan heir, the prodigy, was the son of two second cousins that had been placed together by an arranged marriage. Itachi was more primal then any of them wanted to admit, and it was more then notable that while he was not head, his clan treated him as if he were alpha. They bowed down to him, respected him, mostly they feared him and his cool wrath, for he was a shinobi that was known to spill blood without batting a lash, they were killers, but he was a something else, something more.

Needless to say when he took a wife finally, his primal-ness came out in the most interesting of ways. Kagome had known the Uchiha would be possessive, she was somewhat used to that, her own kinsmen were known to be possessive and protective over their bitches, even if they were their own young, so it was not difficult of a situation to deal with for her. But the sheer volume of his possessiveness was new even to one such as her.

Her clan was the newest to the village of the Hidden Leaf, a branched off version of the Inuzuka clan, the Higurashi were not ever in need of a companion inu to fight. Their history not really the point of the argument, but it was simply that one brother had stayed in the new village, while the other had not, views were different, and could not be over looked. One side had done one thing, while the other had not. So when they came back to the Leaf after over one hundred years of being separated, and were accepted, many thought they would marry back into the Inuzuka clan.

Those people would be wrong.

The eldest son, Sesshomaru had been locked into an arranged marriage with the much younger then he, Hyuuga heiress -which, by the way, he was still trying to get out of. Though the Hyuuga would not be staying with her clan as heir for the simple fact that they had passed her up to give that title to her cousin Neji; Sesshomaru really wanted nothing to due with the girl. The next eldest, Kagome had been set into an arranged marriage with the Uchiha, Itachi, which had gone through.

This was why at the moment Kagome found herself in the more then possessive hold of her husband and mate. He had taken well to their clan's traditions, and had not said a word against their ways of swapping blood while biting into the flesh of the neck of your husband while the new wife did the same. In fact he had seemed to love the darker aspect of it, and she had often times since then found that his love making was harder, rougher, and more bloody for it. Oddly while most females would complain she did not.

As of the moment his more then toned and sculpted body held her caged below him, both naked as the day they were born, she could feel every inch of him pressed into her back and behind her ass. Kagome loved the way he would grind into her and how he held her captive so, oh how he dominated her. She loved how he marked her with every rut. Her flesh marred bright glaring red and nearly bloody which was not a problem because part of her blood healed it quickly. But right now he was teasing her, grinding his hard throbbing length into her flesh but not where she wanted him to be. She nearly growled when she heard his low dark chuckle as his hair fell from its hold, and tickled her back. Her own thrown haphazardly over her shoulder exposing her throat and shoulder to him.

Itachi was in heaven, no, he had not liked the idea of an arranged marriage, especially to a new clan of the village, and to a female he'd never seen a day before in his life. But he had been a small bit pleased that he would not have to marry into his own clan, he personally despised the fact that they were so very proud of their incestuous nature as a clan. At least his bride being from another clan would mean that his own children would not be freaks, as he often felt himself to be.

Beyond this he was not pleased with the idea at all though. He'd heard that the Higurashi had split from the Inuzuka when the village had formed, not wanting to take sides with either the Shenju or the Uchiha when the village seated for the first Hokage. They had been neutral and hadn't wanted to side with either organization, and so they had simply left, returning many years later.

It was unwritten, and unofficial but they had started a second hidden village in the fire country, mostly consisting of themselves, and really they had done well, but they had waited for the one who had split ways to pass as well as the next generation before they had even started the talks to come back. With many years of visits and things setting up. They had come back aligning themselves with both the Hyuuga and the Uchiha. He had found himself stuck with a bride, and when he found out she was from a branched off version of the Inuzuka, he'd honestly thought of killing off his whole clan and running.

Honestly he didn't want a dog woman for a bride, and the Inuzuka were not known for being much more then their animal nin-kin, Tsume, the Inuzuka matriarch, had even scared her husband off, it was a frustrating situation to be involved in. His bride on the other hand was something to behold. Kagome was a goddess on the eyes, pale skin, dark hair, she looked like an Uchiha except for her own light pale blue eyes. Further more her attitude, she was honestly a delight to be around and only had a bothersome habit of talking back, and out of turn. Apparently her clan liked feisty females. He couldn't lie… so did he, which was why he was really loving his attempt at making her submit, again and not for the first time.

But while she was not always dog like, he had to admit to himself that she did have some dog-like qualities, such as the fact that when he hit the right spot rather then screaming she would let loose a low rumbling growl. And she did have sharper nails that bit into his skin when he fucked her while facing her, but he kind of liked it; Not to mention that she nearly howled when he fucked her from behind like a true bitch, with her hair pulled taught, and her throat out for all the world to see if they only but looked. But for the most part, when not in the throws of passion she like her family were not very dog-like at all. Most of them were fairly aloof unless with their own or their young, and were very much like both the Uchiha, and Hyuuga clans.

Itachi was brought out of his thoughts by a hard grinding of her wonderfully fleshy ass against his cock, he couldn't stand it much longer, this teasing. Kami-sama he wished she'd submit, but part of him was thrilled that she did not. He looked at her, below him as a proper bitch should be, and he felt his canine teeth sharply against his own lip drawing blood as he buried his nose in the crook of her neck. He, himself did not have the best of noses out there, he was not an Inuzuka, or the Hatake, nor did he have bugs like the Aburame to be able to scent just everything about his bitch. But there was something deeply laced in her scent tonight that while he had scented it before, had never been there while they rut.

It made something dark and hungry well up inside of him, made him want to lodge his girth deep within her, connect to her, and not let go until it was time, time for what he didn't know but most times he followed his instinct. He didn't know why but suddenly he felt the need to possess her mind, body, soul and heart, but even more then that he wanted to possess her womb. Scowling before a low rumble left his chest making his wife gasp at the sound he began to not just fuck her, but impale her on his thick girth. The sounds of their flesh popping together was music to his ears, her somewhat high whines, and the simple fact that he had to remind her to breath was all such a turn on. He was certain that passing clan members would hear them, not that he really cared, he was so turned on.

He liked even more that he'd positioned a mirror before their bed, and even as he fucked her silly, and to the point in which she no longer made sense with any of the babble that left her pretty mouth, he watched her in the throws of her own pleasure. His wife's mouth was open her tongue out just a bit and it looked like she was nearly salivating. Her eyes were vacant but he could clearly see that was not the case, but that they were fogged over heavily with pleasure, desire, and dare he think it, love? He fucked her harder then. He wasn't sure he wanted that, but he'd take it. She was in fact a very loving woman. Either way he could feel her walls fluttering on his dick, before they became a vice like grip. He grinned darkly as she fell from her hands so that her ass was in the air, and her back arched painfully.

Allowing her hair to fall where it might, he grabbed her hips and pistoned into her, jarring her body, yet holding it and pulling it back into his own hips. He'd have bruising in the morning, not that he cared, but he could feel the muscles in her body as well as his own tensing, yet he knew instinctively he needed to be deeper within her. Taking his hands he spread her lovely round cheeks apart allowing him to get just a bit more into her before he felt her very organs shift. Her pussy began to slam shut on him, he moaned out low and long and lodged himself into her very womb. He began to empty himself into her, still jarring her smaller frame with his larger one. He slowed but did not pull out as he laid his body, heated sweating flesh and all over her own molding them together. His dick still placed happily within her, feeling the twitch of the after effect she gave off.

He was not one for smiling as it was a weakness as he'd been taught but removing his now bloody teeth from her bloody neck he could not help but to lick the wound, amazingly not even remembering when he'd made it, and kiss her gently, tenderly. Being with her and giving her what no other would ever have from him, he felt calm. With her, in moments like this he was a man of love and peace, not a killer, his hands gave pleasure not pain. He kept himself within, unable to bring himself to remove his girth from her tight, sopping core, it still twitched and hugged him so, he smirked languidly. Allowing one leg to be placed over her own, he pulled her body, tired and worn from a night of rough love making into his own, capturing her, possessing her. She never complained about how he took her, he mused, she seemed to love it, and that was just one more thing he was glad for when it came to her.

At first, he had not been pleased with having a bride. Then he had not been pleased that she came from a family that had once been apart of the inu clan, Inuzuka. But she was not like them, they were not like them, and he liked her feisty everything, she was thunder and lightening to his cool rain. He smirked as her chest rumbled a bit, a sound he had learned to equate with content, listening to her heart rate slow, and her breathing evened out, he held his bride to his body possessively, and with a primal fierceness. His hand lay upon the flat of her tummy, and his eyes flashed scarlet with a primal finality. He smirked, his scent was more heady on her now then it usually was, his nature content, his goal met, his seed sowed.

Indeed, he was far more primal then anyone gave him credit for, but that was okay with him, and his bride certainly didn't seem to mind either. Once more he kissed her neck tenderly, lovingly, before he too followed his lover into the world of dreams, after all they both needed their rest, he wasn't done with her, at least until his scent lay so heavily on her person that people would think that she was him from scent alone. He smirked at the last thought before he went to sleep, his own chest rumbling a bit in content with the happenings of the world. Primal indeed.