Drabbles

Itachi/Kyuubi
Written for the lovely YuukoUchiha, already posted at Y!gallery. looong time ago. Enjoy.

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It's a typical scene, a scene seen so many times it's almost a cliché in and on itself.. the grinding bodies, the pulsating music. The flashing lights that dance across the crowd in bright hues of blue, red, green.. laser beams flittering through the smoky air.

A dark haired man is scanning the crowd for a sexy body, a handsome face.. someone to bring home, someone to fuck. He doesn't really care who. So long as they meet his standards. He won't settle for someone mediocre. Why would he? He is nowhere near mediocre himself.

And he knows it..

He can have anything or anyone he wants. His name is known, a mere whisper of it gives even the most unanimated straight man a hard on. A hard on for money and power. Itachi Uchiha. Say it.. feel it.. feel how it rolls of your tongue. It tastes of power, doesn't it?

You know it, and he fucking knows it.

A shock of red hair catches the young moguls attention and he turns in his seat, taking a casual sip of his drink while he lets his eyes glide over the writhing body. A young male with a wicked smile is dancing with a blond boy. Their bodies moving in a suggestive manner, showing of hip work and agility by the provocative manner in which they dance. Like a commercial for sex.

Look at me, look how fucking hot I am.. oh yeah. You know you want it baby..

And fuck yeah, Itachi wants it..

Red eyes turn in his direction, that wicked smile widening noticeably before the man turns his body towards him and closes his curious eyes, moving a hand down a hard stomach, down to cup a hardening crotch while he rocks his hips, writhing his upper body. Hips swaying.

And then he opens his eyes and beckon for Itachi with his finger. The blond man sending Itachi one look before he admits defeat and turns his attention to someone elsewhere.

But Itachi has a better idea, and points towards the exit instead. Getting up from his seat and moving towards the door, not even glancing behind him to see if his playmate for the night is following him. He knows he is.. can practically feel the lust leak off of the other man, making his skin tingle. Dick harden.

Their bodies collide as soon as the fresh air hits his skin, it feels like a fever has caught him. The other man so hot against him, kissing him desperately. And by gods.. hands are everywhere. In his hair, on his ass, under his shirt. All at once.. he moans despite all his self control. Growling when he realizes the sound he just made.

The other retaliating with a growl of his own, the sound so deep and animalistic it makes his hair stand on edge, a wild shiver chasing yet another moan to slip from his parted lips.

He barely has the time to wonder how such a sound can come from a human throat when he feels a finger penetrate him. He fights it for the whole of three seconds before a jolt of pure ecstasy shoots up his spine only to branch out to his fingers when the man repeats the action.

“Kyuubi..” The voice is dark and raspy when it washes over him. “That's the name you're gonna scream when you come, bitch..”

Itachi's mind retaliates. He isn't a bottom. Oh no.. he is always the one on top. But his body isn't listening to him. lost to the endless wave of pleasure that seems to ride his senses.

And when a thick cock replaces the scissoring fingers, reaching so deep it forces all the air out from his lungs while his legs automatically wrap around the others body. Hands scrambling for purchase on the strong back- dragging nails down the others shirt. He decides that being a bottom isn't so bad after all..And when he screams out Kyuubi's name later while the whole world is spinning, and his body feels perfectly numb and sated, wild and alive all at the same time- he decides that it definitely isn't such a bad thing at all.