Oneshots

Itachi's Kiss

I heard the door to my dank, musty cell open, and I could only recognize the man who walked through the door by his eyes. It was him. His sharrigan glowing an eerie is red in the dark of my cell grew brighter as he approached. I braced myself for what would come, but when I opened my eyes I was met with a totally different pair. Those glowing red eyes that once sent a shiver down my spine, were now deep onyx pools, that reflected the years of suffering and torment my captor had been through. Itachi leaned in closer, his warm breath tickling my ear as he whispered, "You're mine." Those words evoked a chill that echoed deep in my bones, but a part of me loved it. It relished in the feeling that he gave me. The rush of adrenaline, the fear his mere presence caused. I was still frozen in place when his hand came up. Tracing along my neck, up to my jawline, eventually landing on my chin. He tilted it up to look at him, and we shared a moment of understanding before he pressed a tender kiss to my lips. Itachi pulled away far too quick for my liking though, so I went back for more. Assuming that he would pull away again, I was surprised. When our lips met again, something had changed. Something had finally clicked between us, and before we knew it we were locked in a passionate dance. A fight of wills if you may. We both knew it was wrong, but boy did it feel good. He pushed me against the cold brick wall, hard, but I wasn't complaining. I moaned into the kiss, and in response he smirked into the kiss. Eager for control after it had been stripped away for so long, I pushed him this time, landing us on the small cot that was a few inches away. Grinding into him, his gloved hands caressed my body, our moans a testament to the heated passion of the moment.