Fists and Thighs.
(by mainki, of course)
Here comes declaimer: I don’t own any of Naruto characters and bla-bla-bla. This story is my own interpretation, and it doesn’t associate or reflect Masashi Kishimoto’s ideas from anime.
I hate sex. I hate porn. And I hate my brother. But most of all I hate cameras. Digital, semi-digital, all of them. And it all thanks to you, Itachi. I wish you’d drop dead. I will kill you.
I am laying on the floor shirtless, pants down and touching myself. Next to me on the bed is sitting Itachi watching me with his digi-Kodak. He’s beaten me to a half dead state and enjoyed it.
‘Make it look like you like it’, he hisses at me, walking around taking shots from all the angles. I hate him for that and wonder if he is arouses of such perverse expression of body language, but his pants hang loose. He follows my look and thrushes me hard with a fist in the guts. I choke. ‘Sick whore’, he spits me in the face, not forgetting to press the button on his camera. I wipe the spit with my hand thinking how much I hate him and I would gladly kill him. Or myself. Doesn’t matter. Better myself maybe. He is so close! Suddenly his foot is placed on my throat and he slowly presses it down. I feel like my face is rapidly turning blue but I can’t cough or move. ‘You sick whore’, he repeats and lets go. I choke with air, lungs bursting.
‘Now, don’t make me mad. I haven’t got a single good shot yet. Make it happen’. And he throws a bunch or porn magazines in my face. I pick one by one, turning the pages, planning details of murder instead of getting horny. Itachi sees that nothing is happening and he is far from happy. I feel he’s gonna punch me again if I don’t do something, but the sluts on pages are ugly and men I don’t even want to look at. They all make me sick. Itachi puts his camera aside and approaches me. I crouch scared to death but he’s not hitting me. I feel- he is smiling looking at me like that. Then he spits out two words I want to hear the least ‘Call her’.
I hesitate for a blink of an eye watching his knuckles turn white in rage and I do as he commands. I’m calling my girlfriend.
She lives across the road and rushes to me like a good puppy at first request. Soon I hear a knock at the door and Itachi goes to answer it. It’s her. I hear how they kiss in the hallway and how he smacks her ass before she walks into my room. ‘Oh, I see you are horny, Sasuke-kun’, she greets me and lowers herself next to me. I hear the clicking sound of snapshot taken and all my hard work falls, in vain. Itachi gives me a warning look, helping her from her clothing as he pushes her down on the knees to rise me up with lips. It helps and soon I forget about Itachi and his camera and all my troubles.
My girlfriend is laying underneath and my thighs and knees ache of all the work when we are finished. Itachi comes closer and pats me on the head ‘Good boy!’. He looks satisfied looking through the pictures in Kodak, but it’s not physical pleasure, it’s much stronger, in his eyes. His pants are still loose. He didn’t even get excited!
I am getting off my girlfriend giving her a kiss on the lips. She must be thinking it’s love. I think it’s mating. And for Itachi it must feel like hate. He hates me. And I love him for that.(or hate him back?)
