If I owned Naruto it would SO not be as child friendly. Um thanks to S3v3rusIsmin3 for betaing my work. Well enjoy this dark fic. OMG first ever slash be nice! Alright can I say a few things? First and foremost I am a female…writing slash, so if you're a guy or gay and this strikes you as incorrect I'm sorry I'm running off my imagination so it isn't going to be facts here. Secondly I can not believe I wrote this. Lmfao
Black Ink
I sat on the bed watching my partner. Itachi's eyes were a shade of blue so dark they seemed black. The sharingan was deactivated as the younger Akatsuki member slowly undressed. He was almost blind but the movements he used were practiced. Something he'd learnt to do with ease. I sat still. The knowledge that if I moved too fast, my partner would hurt me, kept me sitting still. Blind or not the Uchiha Prodigy was fast with the attacks. Itachi was undressing as he prepared for a shower. Removing the large cloak, his skin started to appear. I remained still.
'Snow white skin, porcelain skin.' I mused silently to myself. 'Or rather it would be.' Indeed it was hard to tell exactly what colour the killer's skin was because it was covered in ink. The metal arm protectors came off, more writing and I, as always, tried to read it. No such luck tonight. Soon Itachi stood in the room, his body covered in writing. The ink thick and black on his pale skin. No scars were on his body but he remained still and silent. Black silk boxers clung to his body as he turned to me, eyes sightlessly but eerily knowing where I sat, silent and still on the bed.
"I'm going to shower"
It was monotone and he didn't wait for a reply as he headed through the door. As he turned his back on me; a sign of trust, I took the chance to read some of the writing that crisscrossed his back.
There has to be a heaven somewhere, can you save me from this hell? No? Then with this silver blade I'll save myself.'
My eyebrows would have flown up had I had any to fly up. Itachi shut the door with a click and I sighed, hearing the water run. It was silent. After a few minutes, Itachi exited the bathroom, his hair was out, falling around his face and framing it as his fringe hung into his unseeing eyes.
"You saw."
It was a statement and didn't need an answer from me. Itachi moved closer to the bed. A paintbrush and ink was in his hand as he sat on the bed. It was a double but it wouldn't be the first time that we had shared a bed. I looked at my partner as the man, 'more of a boy,' sat beside me.
Itachi's eyes slowly bled into red as he looked at my shark like face. I guess it was foolish. Itachi allowed me to be near when his eyes where blind, allowed me alone to help when he, Itachi was at his weakest. In return I would look into Itachi's sharingan eyes, knowing the 17 year old wouldn't kill me. It was silent for a moment before Itachi picked up the brush, his hands neat and sure and the writing started to flow onto his hand. When I first saw this I thought the boy was writing on his body as if it was a scroll, I'd rethought this when I remembered the sharingan gave him the ability to copy and remember any form of attack that he had seen.
"Why do you do it?"
Itachi looked up at me from his crossed legged position on the bed.
"Every ninja has a weakness. The hugya's have a blind spot in their perfect vision. The demon's, their need for love."
I smirked slightly. "And mine would be?"
Itachi must have heard the smirk in my voice for his lips turned up ever so slightly in amusement. His voice was a soft whisper when he spoke.
"You, you are too keen to hurt, to kill and draw blood, to rash."
I laughed and replied, "True enough I guess. Alright then oh mighty Uchiha…What's your weakness?"
I waited, breath still in my lungs. This was the most he'd ever spoken in the several years I'd known the silent boy. Itachi's hand lowered the paint brush into the pot before raising it to his skin again. I watched silently as he wrote.
'This perfect mask is what I keep, so no one knows that silent, I weep.'
I frowned in confusion and looked at him as he offered me another paintbrush.
"My emotion's are not as carefully hidden as you would believe."
Then I saw it. Across his back, faint tracing where the words were so often written that they'd tinted the skin slightly. Carefully I traced these words.
'My regret is eating away at me.'
The font was neat clean and sure.
'Mother, father, brother, friend.'
I sighed. I'd always been curious of the black lettering. Now I knew.
Itachi stilled as I traced the brush across his body. Soon I'd stopped writing words and was now drawing patterns mindlessly on his skin, noting the way it rippled as his nerves twitched in response to the feather light touch.
"Kisame?"
It was a question and I felt oddly powerful. Itachi was always the leader of our group despite being so much younger than me and I wouldn't argue. I cared for the little hell cat. My long fingers brushed the hair off his neck and I noted with interest the way he shivered. Curious, I traced black words onto his skin.
'Let the most unforgivable of sins be committed.'
Itachi stilled as I placed down the paintbrush, trailing my fingers down his back. I was very much aware that I was skating on thin ice. Take the wrong step and I could end up in a world of pain very fast.
"Kisame? What are you doing?"
My hands wrapped around Itachi's waist, pulling him closer to me and my lips brushed his neck.
"Your burning, just trying to cool you down."
I'm not sure what it was but at that moment I felt him break, as though he where a delicate Sakura blossom. I felt his entire body give out as he leant against me, eyes shut. I glanced down at the last words he'd written on his arm.
'You alone will look in my eyes. How is it you always tell through my lies?'
I watched the goose bumps rise off his skin as my breath crossed his collar bone.
"I see through your eyes because I'm the only one who'll look into them."
It was a dam breaking for him I was sure; because otherwise, we'd never be in such a position.
I hardly registered he'd turned to look at me, eyes swirling and dangerous. He was straddling my legs and seemed to be making no attempt to move as we entered a stare off.
"You're either brave, or foolish." he hissed and I smirked, one hand roamed up his back pressing him against me before circling his head.
"Right now I think I'm a bit of both." I hissed
Before he could reply I shut him up, with my lips.
His entire boy fell still for a single second. Silently, I cursed, certain that when I opened my eyes next he would kill me but before I could draw back his fingers tightened into my shirt, pulling me closer as our mouths slowly began to work together. What started as a soft one-sided kiss became harsher as Itachi responded. I smirked slightly. This was new to him but I did have to admit he was talented. I pulled back slightly, allowing him time to breathe as panting we eyed each other off again. I could feel Itachi's body responding against my own as we entered a silent staring contest.
"You going to finish what you started?"
Itachi's words where clear, spoken in the way that only aristocracy can. I smirked, letting my thin lips draw away from my sharp teeth.
"With pleasure."
My hands traced over his sides, blunt nails tracing tantalizingly across the soft skin. Itachi's eyes were shut in desperation and he tried to hide the moan deep in his throat. I smirked and glanced at all the walls, 'Paper thin'.
My teeth found his collar, jagged points causing welts to life up as they trailed faint scratches over his skin. I moved my hips ever so slightly so that Itachi was pinned below me on the bed. His eyes where shifting between black and red so fast I was losing track of them. In the swirling vortex of colours I could see emotion.
'Black innocent, red lust, black nervous, red trust.'
My lips moved down his body taking in the muscled ridges and valleys that came with having to stay in shape and fight for one's life. The young raven haired teen whimpered. his body seemed overly sensitive and I drew back slightly letting my eyes meet his.
"You're a virgin, aren't you?"
Itachi nodded I noted that his eyes were shining; tears he refused to allow to fall. I longed desperately to bite into his skin and lick away the red blood that would stain but I knew if I was to do that, I'd push him over the fine line that he seemed to be walking.
'There's a fine line between genius and insanity.'
Itachi's hands gripped desperately at the blankets. I moved lower, dragging the silken boxers off his form. His erection was pressing against my stomach as I traced his body with my tongue, blurring the black ink he'd so painstakingly written on his body. Removing words, 'If I give this up I'll lose my mind.'
He was whimpering now, twisting and shivering under my touch, until at last I wrapped my hand around his member. Our eyes met, his laced with confusion, my with purpose. Moving forward, I took him into my mouth causing him to fall back; his whimpering growing louder. My own member throbbed with wanting but I restrained, focusing on my partner's pleasure. I wanted him to enjoy this, to feel it and grow to like it.
"Kisame-sama" His voice was beautifully broken raw emotion, unable to be restrained as he cracked, yes he was so close now. My hand slipped silently into my bag pulling out a certain object I've always carried. I pulled back from Itachi as the boy whimpered, dog like, from loss of contact. Opening the container I applied a large amount of the liquid to my fingers. My hands were out of Itachi's sight and he wasn't aware of what I was doing, at least not until he felt the cool liquid press against him.
"Relax."
His head fell back and I felt him relaxing ever so slightly as I slipped my fingers inside him. Murmuring gentle words I never thought I'd live to say to the broken boy, I slid more fingers in, moving around, waiting for it.
'Bingo.' I mused silently when my fingers brushed a point causing him to arch off the bed, eyes shut and breathing heavy. I'd seen him cringe when my finger slipped in and remained silent as I covered my own member in lubricant.
He was too far lost into what he was feeling that he didn't notice I had stood, not until I pulled my fingers out, replacing them with my member which was somewhat larger than Itachi's and longer but I must admit for such a young human, he was large. His eyes opened briefly when he felt me and he tried to move away. Pressing a hand on his chest to keep him still, I looked him in the eye.
"Do you trust me?"
Itachi's eyes swirled dangerously. I knew in a second he could kill me but his voice spoke again, soft and unsure as his eyes swirled to black. Rendering him blind but to shadows.
"I trust you."
It was all the verification I needed. Moving quickly, I pressed myself into him straight onto the spot I'd discovered earlier. Itachi's groaned, his voice breaking, creaking as I continued to pull back and forward again, watching his face twist in pleasure. A feeling he'd had so little of.
Eventually he came. A desperate gasp as his stomach was splattered with his own sperm. Finding my own release shortly after his I pulled back and out of him, his eyes where black and glazed as he looked at me. Like a drowned child clinging to its savior.
-some time later-
I sat on the bed watching my partner, My Lover. Itachi's eyes were a shade of blue so dark they seemed black.
'Blue like the midnight sky.' I mused silently. The sharingan was deactivated as the younger Akatsuki member slowly undressed. He was almost blind but the movements he used were practiced, something he'd learnt to do with ease. I sat still; the knowledge that if I moved too fast my partner would hurt me kept me sitting still. Blind or not the Uchiha Prodigy was fast with the attacks. Itachi was undressing as he prepared for a shower. Removing the large cloak, his skin started to appear. I remained still.
'Snow white skin, porcelain skin.' I mused silently to myself or rather it would be. Indeed it was hard to tell exactly what colour the killer's skin was because it was covered in ink and a large red mark I'd left on his throat from our last play. The metal arm protectors came off. More writing and I, as always, tried to read it. No such luck tonight. Soon Itachi stood in the room, his body covered in writing. The ink thick and black on his pale skin. No scars were on his body and he remained still and silent. Black silk boxers where clinging to his body and I happily eyed off him form as he turned to me, eyes sightlessly but eerily knowing where I was sat, silent and still on the bed.
It had been several months since we'd started playing. As Itachi's lips pressed against my own, I couldn't help but think of the younger of the two men.
'Sasuke Uchiha.' I thought as Itachi clung desperately against me like a small child, ink and sweat running together and blurring on his skin until only a handful of words could be made out.
'Broken, Blood, Silently crying, silently dying.'
I pressed my body against his, willing him to be calm and slowly he drifted to sleep in my arms like a child seeking safety from a storm. I watched the sky and thought, 'Sasuke Uchiha... If you ever saw him like this…You'd never be able to kill him.'