Winds of Winter
A one-shot by me.
Pairing: ItaSasu (if you know what you're looking for, I mean)
Titled: Winds of Winter
The pairing: ItachixSasuke
Warnings: Shonen-ai, could be perceived as incest if you look really, really hard, umm... To be safe, it's rated T for suggestive themes.
Disclaimer: I don't own the series Naruto.
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My beautiful, red-eyed avenger... You are standing before me, looking for all the world like you have never felt the reverent touch of one who has worshipped him for so long. Ahh, if only he might turn around, drink in the sight of this lonely man, welcome him close-- smile, beckon to him for once in your lonely lifetime!
Your existance is one too beautiful to go to waste.
What is this, now? Did my ears betray me like they have, so often in the past? Was that a quiet, thoughtful murmer you let slip past those perfect, rosy lips to dance in the winter air around you-- around us?
Was that my name you uttered so?
My heart is pounding for you so-- can you hear it? It beats out of my devotion for your perfect, flawless body, you must realize. No-- no, you must not! For if you do discover how great my adoration for your beautiful existance is, that knowledge-- oh, how I hold it in-- may just frighten you away.
Fluttering away in the wind, so close and yet so far from these warm, welcoming, loving arms that desire nothing more than to gather you up and hold you close-- so close-- so that we may never part again.
You are shivering, my dearest Sasuke-- are you not warm?
Do the cold, cruel winds of winter blow so aggressively as to make your perfect, flawless, beautiful body flinch in its wake? Oh, how I desire to hold you-- would you like to feel the warmth of another body pressed up against your own?
Would the sound of my heartbeat and yours beating in tandem help to dispel the feelings of fright that your delicate soul holds deep within?
To hear another, panting, moaning, calling your name as they thrust deep inside your heavenly body... Would you like that, my beloved Sasuke? Would you like to claim another as your very own, feel them there beside you: ever loyal, never false towards you and your ideas of stately perfection?
Indeed, I know that it would be my heaven, were it to be true-- for you to be underneath me, long, delicate fingers scratching trails of red down my back, crying out in wordless pleasure, arching up against me as I fill that space of emptiness you've kept hidden from the world.
Do you not realize that I am here? How I watch you struggle against the heightened expectations of every person who lays their eyes on you, be it as you simply walk down the street or during those moments where your beautiful self is busy with something so much more...
I admit that I am jealous when they stare at you with their dirty, sullied eyes. Just the sight of them watching you-- thinking, perhaps, of that one single, almost non-existant chance where they might feel their skin scrape up against yours. It makes me shake with rage, just the thought of them tainting your perfect body with rough caresses borne out of simple lust and nothing deeper.
You, my sweetest Sasuke-- you are mine.
Nevermind the fact that I have not yet claimed you as such. Your body, your soul, your mind-- they are all focused on claiming the respect of one man. Just the thought of whom you are directing the heat of your vast attentions at causes me to smile, my breath puffing out in the chill, winter air.
It really is simple, my beautiful Sasuke, my beloved... I may not own you in body, but I most certainly own you in mind.
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Hoo boy... So much for that. *is ashamed*
Pairing: ItaSasu (if you know what you're looking for, I mean)
Titled: Winds of Winter
The pairing: ItachixSasuke
Warnings: Shonen-ai, could be perceived as incest if you look really, really hard, umm... To be safe, it's rated T for suggestive themes.
Disclaimer: I don't own the series Naruto.
**
My beautiful, red-eyed avenger... You are standing before me, looking for all the world like you have never felt the reverent touch of one who has worshipped him for so long. Ahh, if only he might turn around, drink in the sight of this lonely man, welcome him close-- smile, beckon to him for once in your lonely lifetime!
Your existance is one too beautiful to go to waste.
What is this, now? Did my ears betray me like they have, so often in the past? Was that a quiet, thoughtful murmer you let slip past those perfect, rosy lips to dance in the winter air around you-- around us?
Was that my name you uttered so?
My heart is pounding for you so-- can you hear it? It beats out of my devotion for your perfect, flawless body, you must realize. No-- no, you must not! For if you do discover how great my adoration for your beautiful existance is, that knowledge-- oh, how I hold it in-- may just frighten you away.
Fluttering away in the wind, so close and yet so far from these warm, welcoming, loving arms that desire nothing more than to gather you up and hold you close-- so close-- so that we may never part again.
You are shivering, my dearest Sasuke-- are you not warm?
Do the cold, cruel winds of winter blow so aggressively as to make your perfect, flawless, beautiful body flinch in its wake? Oh, how I desire to hold you-- would you like to feel the warmth of another body pressed up against your own?
Would the sound of my heartbeat and yours beating in tandem help to dispel the feelings of fright that your delicate soul holds deep within?
To hear another, panting, moaning, calling your name as they thrust deep inside your heavenly body... Would you like that, my beloved Sasuke? Would you like to claim another as your very own, feel them there beside you: ever loyal, never false towards you and your ideas of stately perfection?
Indeed, I know that it would be my heaven, were it to be true-- for you to be underneath me, long, delicate fingers scratching trails of red down my back, crying out in wordless pleasure, arching up against me as I fill that space of emptiness you've kept hidden from the world.
Do you not realize that I am here? How I watch you struggle against the heightened expectations of every person who lays their eyes on you, be it as you simply walk down the street or during those moments where your beautiful self is busy with something so much more...
I admit that I am jealous when they stare at you with their dirty, sullied eyes. Just the sight of them watching you-- thinking, perhaps, of that one single, almost non-existant chance where they might feel their skin scrape up against yours. It makes me shake with rage, just the thought of them tainting your perfect body with rough caresses borne out of simple lust and nothing deeper.
You, my sweetest Sasuke-- you are mine.
Nevermind the fact that I have not yet claimed you as such. Your body, your soul, your mind-- they are all focused on claiming the respect of one man. Just the thought of whom you are directing the heat of your vast attentions at causes me to smile, my breath puffing out in the chill, winter air.
It really is simple, my beautiful Sasuke, my beloved... I may not own you in body, but I most certainly own you in mind.
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Hoo boy... So much for that. *is ashamed*