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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Naruto
  Relationship:
      Uchiha_Itachi/Reader, Uchiha_Itachi/You
  Character:
      Uchiha_Itachi, Reader, Uchiha_Sasuke
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Sibling_Incest, Shota, Unrequited_Love
  Series:
      Part 1 of The_Death_of_Love
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-10-07 Words: 2211
****** The Death of Love ******
by fluff_bomb
Summary
     One-shot, shota, uchihacest, reader POV. Pre-massacre.
     You begin your plan to seduce your older brother as your twin,
     Sasuke, lies asleep next door.
Notes
     So I imagine Itachi to be 12/13 and Sasuke/Reader is 8 but read is
     however you want. This is my first fic so please be gentle with me
     but give me many reviews! :D
     I have a problem with commas but sometimes I can't tell so let me
     know if I'm over using them.
     If you like it, I might have plans to write more dirty porn. >:)
 
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The house is quiet, it has been for hours now. The only sound you can hear is
Sasuke’s gentle snoring as he lays next to you. You roll over and look at his
face. Highlighted by a stray moonbeam he seems so ethereal and serene like the
light was made to worship his skin.
His midnight hair, normally so defiant to gravity, now fallen across his face.
Each breath he takes makes it flutter softly against his nose. You see his face
twitch and his nostrils begin to flare as the end of his bangs tickle his nose.
Afraid he might wake too soon, you run your fingers across his forehead and
tuck it behind his ear. His face settles again as it's finally freed of the
unwanted caress.
You think he looks so beautiful lying here. You lament that he received all the
good genes. His flawless complexion and shimmery hair, a gift from your mother.
His sloped nose and strong jaw, bestowed on him by your father.
Hmph.
What did they give you? Dull, lifeless hair. Thin lips and deep eyes set in an
always frowning face.
You roll out of bed as quietly as you can. The rustle of sheets doesn't stir
Sasuke, you pull them over him to ward off the nights chill. You wouldn't have
bothered, normally wishing him even this small discomfort as jealousy consumes
you but you can't afford for him to wake up from the cold and wonder where you
have gone.
You glare at his sleeping form as you slide the door of your shared room close.
Finally obscured from view, you immediately forget about him and focus on your
current task.
Small feet patter gently down the hall and stop outside the next door. You
wonder if niisan can hear you. Your breath hitches at the thought. Niisan is
Konoha's greatest ninja after all. At least in your eyes.
Sliding the door open, you peak inside. Forcing your eyes wide and innocent,
but Itachi isn't looking. His back faces the door and he makes no sign of
having heard you or of even being awake.
A slight twitch of your lips upward and your eyes narrow again, one might
mistake it for a smile if they didn't know better, but it's already gone.
You continue your journey and stop beside his bed looking at his beautiful long
hair loosely held together even at night. As if sensing your presence, Itachi
begins to stir. You set your wide eyed gaze on his face and reach out a hand to
gently shake the sleep from him.
“What is it imoto?” His eyes try to focus on your face but sleep still claws at
him.
“Niisan, I can’t sleep.” He huffs gently and throws an arm over his eyes,
trying to ward of the light that slips through the window.
“Why not?”
“Sasuke keeps kicking me in his sleep.” The lie rolls smoothly off your tongue.
Sasuke might have inherited the good looks but you received natural talent.
Itachi was blessed with both but you don’t resent him for it like Sasuke. Maybe
because Itachi was caring in a way that Sasuke couldn’t yet be.
Brains, beauty and kindness.
If you thought nature had cursed you before you remember now that it had given
you Itachi too and it softens your face further to think of.
Itachi doesn’t say anything but he pulls the covers back slightly revealing his
bare chest and pulls you down by your waist, slotting your body against his
sleep-warmed skin as if you were made to fit there. He pulls the covers back
over and rests his hand against your stomach and his arm under your head. You
suck in your belly. You never lost the baby fat like Sasuke did and that
thought frustrates you again.
You squirm to get comfortable. Or to rub yourself against Itachi.
“Be still imoto. Maybe it was you that kicked Sasuke huh?” His breath huffs
gently against the back of your neck as his says this. You shiver at the
feeling but fall still.
You feel his breathing begin to even out as he falls back to sleep.
Once you’re sure he’s asleep, you turn over. His arm slips from your waist and
he rolls onto his back, you slide your leg gently between his thighs and prop
your head up on your hand.
He snuffles in his sleep and pulls you closer. This makes you smile. Perhaps
it’s even genuine since there’s nobody here to see it.
You stare at his face like you did Sasuke’s earlier but this time you feel no
envy. Perhaps a little jealous for the people who get to see this face when you
can’t. Your heart twinges painfully as you gaze at his face. You both hate and
love this feeling. It makes you want to hug him so tight that you become one
person. It makes you want to both look at him forever and never be parted from
him.
Your body tenses in a parody of your thoughts. It makes your knee drag across
his manhood and you remember why you came. A quick glance at the window shows
the moon has begun to disappear and it makes you wonder how long you stared at
his face.
You walk your fingers across his chest to test his wakefulness but he doesn’t
respond. Again, you’re overwhelmed by his serenity. You can’t stop yourself
from stroking his cheek gently.
The slightest pause in his breath makes you stop.
But he begins to breath again, maybe he never stopped at all. You move your
hand to his stomach. It’s flat and soft now but you press gently and feel the
strong muscles that lie dormant beneath. You carry on moving down until you
reach the elastic of his pants, you slip your fingers underneath and glance
quickly to his face to check his response. Again, nothing. You slide your hand
further feeling corse, curly hair. Hm. You didn’t expect that. Your own is bare
down there, still smooth with youth and you know Sasuke’s is too. You sit up
now, curious, pulling away the sheet and gently lifting the band of his pants
up looking inside. Well that’s strange but a bit of hair isn’t going to put you
off now.
Another glance and your niisans face shows nothing has changed, continuing to
stare at his face you slide the pants down to his knees. Only the slightest
flicker of something shows on his face. You pause for a second but still
nothing and then move to sit on his thighs. You look down at the prize you’ve
revealed. It’s a lot bigger than the others you’ve seen but that doesn’t mean
much. You’ve only really seen Sasuke’s and maybe once you saw Shisui when he
jumped naked into the pond outside but you don’t really remember and that was a
long time ago in any case.
You can’t help but touch it too. It feels a little swollen already, maybe from
when you touched it by accident before. You run your fingers up it and spread
them in the hair at the base. You draw them down again, this time grasping
firmly. It feels strange you think, soft but hard at the same time. You try to
compare it to something else but can’t come up with anything that feels
similar. You run your hand up and down a few more times, as if rubbing it more
would make you think more clearly but the feeling changes as it starts to
harden more.
You let go, but now it stands up without your support. You lean closer, putting
your face right beside it, investigating it and how it works. Even your breath
seems to affect it as you see a small bead of liquid begin to gather at the
head. You find yourself wondering what it tastes like. You’re already this
close so why not? You grasp it again and direct it towards your mouth, slowly
you stick out your tongue and drag it across the tip like you’re licking a
melting ice-cream, careful not to let anything escape you.
It doesn’t taste great, a little salty and bitter but you feel niisan tense his
body and for a second he stops breathing again. You look up at him and there is
smallest frown on his face. You lick it again and this time, he lets out a
breath and the frown disappears. Pleased with this reaction, you decide to put
the whole thing in your mouth but you can only fit the head. You suck on it
like a lollipop, after all this is a special treat and niisan lets out a
breathless moan. You feel it become impossibly hard and wonder if anyone else
has touched niisan like this before.
It makes you angry to think that someone else would touch him like this and the
bottom drops out of your stomach. Or maybe you just feel empty. Why do you feel
empty? The feeling of needing to be one with your niisan consumes you again and
without really knowing why, you shift your body up his looming above your
niisan.
You slide a hand under your night dress up to your entrance. It feels wet, you
pull your hand up and the last of the moonlight shows a milky slickness on your
fingers. It reminds you of the liquid you tasted earlier so you put your
fingers in mouth and suck. It tastes different but not as bad as niisans. You
find yourself wondering if you could cover niisan in this taste, you would
enjoy licking him more.
The emptiness in your stomach encourages you down this path. You begin to lead
niisan towards your entrance. As it rubs against you, you find yourself looking
at niisans face. You want to know what he looks like when you finally cover
him. With this thought you sit down. It hurts, agonisingly so at first, you
almost pull away but then niisan moans so erotically, his face contorted with a
feeling you don't understand so you keep sliding down until you’re fully
seated.
The feeling of emptiness is finally gone so you stay there, but niisan becomes
still again. Wanting to see that look on his face once more, wanting to
decipher what it is, you slide up and down again. It feels better now, it
almost feels good and niisan seems to agree as he groans. You see his eyes
begin to flicker under the lids and you know you’re nearly out of time.
Up and down again, you squeeze you thighs tightly around his hips as a feeling
you can’t name hits your stomach. Like someone shoved their hand through the
skin of your belly and grabbed your insides but it felt good, not painful.
You gasp, and begin to bounce in earnest. You’re being overwhelmed again, you
can feel too much. You think you can feel every one of niisans hairs as they
rub against your skin. You put your hands on his stomach to balance yourself,
leaning forward, the end of your hair grazes his chest.
You remember that niisan was waking up so you throw your head back to look at
him. His eyes fly open and his balls begin to tighten.
He looks shocked. You can’t tell if that's good or not but you don’t care, it
feels too good.
His hands go to your waist but this time it’s not to draw you close. He tries
to lift you off but he’s too late, you thrust down again and niisans eyes roll
back in his head.
“(Your name)!”
Suddenly, you feel warm on the inside. Your stomach clenches at the feeling and
you gasp loudly finally feeling like the end.
You’re shaking, and the aftermath rolls off you. That’s when you feel strong
fingers digging into your hips. You look down and they’ve drawn blood but you
don’t remember when that happened.
You look up at niisan but he’s not looking at you, in fact he’s faced away,
towards the door. You turn and look too but no one’s there. The door is still
closed, just how you left it.
“Niisan?” You look at him again.
“I think you should go back to your own room now.” The missing word hangs heavy
in the air.
You stare at him in shock, frozen. He’s still not looking at you.
You love your niisan more than anything else but you’ve forgotten. That doesn’t
mean he loves you.
He lets go of your hips and you climb off of him. As he slides out of you, you
feel slick roll down your thigh but you don’t touch it.
You stand in niisans line of sight. He watches the liquid slide down the inside
of your knee and quickly he turns away making a gagging sound.
You walk away, out of his room, back to your own.
You climb into bed, lying down next to Sasuke looking at him like you did
before. You feel consumed again by absolute hatred. Itachi always did love
Sasuke more than you.
A vicious thought enters your mind.
You begin to slide off Sasuke’s shorts.
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