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Itachi waited patiently in the smoky bar where he knew his quarry would seek him out. As the designated hour grew closer, he sipped his sake, waiting for the burn of the alcohol to override the churning in his gut.
The whole affair was incredibly distasteful. The council of clan heads was growing worried about Akatsuki’s interest in the jinchuuriki, and the Hokage had requested for Itachi to be more active in supplying intel to Konoha. That much was doable – it only required greater care on Itachi’s part for his treachery to remain undetected by Kisame, and to ensure the intel he did pass on could not be traced back to him.
What rankled, however, were his additional orders. To ‘establish a legitimate source of information’ by allowing himself to be seduced by a Konoha kunoichi. And further, to train the girl – yes, a girl, a 15 year old girl – in gaining proficiency in using sex as a means of information extraction. It was utterly sickening, especially when one considered that seduction missions were generally reserved for older kunoichi.
Even as he accepted his orders like the consummate shinobi he was, a thought niggled at the back of his mind. Why the need for such an elaborate charade? It did not make sense. The Hokage could simply have refused to reveal the identity of his informant to the clan heads.
He threw his head back, swallowing the remaining contents of his glass in one gulp. Orders were orders, and it was not his place to question them, regardless of how ridiculous or how terrible they were. He had already done countless horrific things in the name of his village, and his penance for it was imminent. This was simply one more crime that Itachi would pay for when Sasuke finally made his move.
He supposed he could have refused the mission. It was his right. But the Hokage and his advisors knew Itachi well indeed, and the offer to interact with a kunoichi who knew Sasuke personally – who had worked with him, and who could share details about him that were less sterile than his ranking or his grades at the Academy – was too tempting to pass up.
As he set his glass back down onto the table, the girl entered his line of sight. He immediately knew it was who he had been waiting for – while she had skill in masking her chakra signature, there was little that could hide one from the eyes of a Sharingan user. It would be far too much of a coincidence for a different kunoichi to approach him while wearing a henge on the expected date.
She paused once she came within his proximity, waiting. One did not enter an alpha’s implied radius without their say-so, and Itachi had never made an effort to hide his designation. It had served his pacifistic agenda well – often, foes retreated rather than give battle upon detecting that he was an alpha.
He crooked his finger, inviting her to enter his space. As she sashayed in, seating herself next to him, he sniffed discreetly, and felt some of the tension leave his body. He could not pick up the distinctive traces that would indicate an alpha or an omega – a beta, then. He silently thanked his fate. He was guaranteed to be in control of his faculties.
She leaned in towards him, close enough that he could smell a heady fragrance of jasmine and vanilla, but not so close that their bodies were touching. Whomever had been in charge of her training thus far had done well.
“You look like you could use some company,” she purred.
“Hn,” he responded. He could not make it too easy for her.
She laughed. “I see you’re the silent type, then,” she teased. She leaned back, uncrossing and recrossing her legs, drawing his attention to her milky thighs.
Just as he was about to respond, he caught a sudden whiff of… something. It was almost as if her scent had gained a certain depth, but he couldn’t identify that elusive element, masked as it was by the perfume she wore.
“And what if I am?” he responded, surprising himself. He was certain he hadn’t meant to engage so quickly. Not until she had expended significant effort in gaining his attention.
A proud smirk briefly made an appearance on her features before being replaced by a more flirtatious smile as she trailed a hand lightly down his arm. “The silent ones make the best lovers, of course. It comes with knowing what uses to put their mouths to.”
Cocky, he thought, raising an eyebrow. “You presume I am interested in being your lover. Or any woman’s.”
She placed her other hand on his knee, and slowly caressed up his leg. Upward, upward, and Itachi felt his breath hitch in spite of himself. Just as she was about to touch him where he desperately wanted her to, she drew her hand away. She leaned in even closer, enveloping him in that enthralling scent. He found his hand drifting up to rest on her back, and it took far too much of his self-control to keep it there.
She smirked, knowing that she had won this round. “Aren’t you?” she breathed.
They eventually found their way to an inn, and up to the room. The moment the door closed behind them, Itachi pinned the girl against the wall.
“Drop your henge,” he ordered. His mouth watered at the thought of seeing her real body – no . He had to focus. He needed to ensure that she did not use the transformation technique to hide any bruises.
Her eyes widened, and she looked like a frightened doe. Still, she tried to maintain the façade. “What do you mean?” she asked, making an attempt at a coy look.
“Playing dumb doesn’t suit you, kunoichi,” he hissed into her ear. “Drop your henge.”
She swallowed, and Itachi was painfully reminded of her youth. She tried a different tactic, playing up her bravado. “If you already know I’m a kunoichi, you must know why I’m here. Why am I still alive?” she retorted, looking straight into his eyes. Reckless. She was so reckless.
He traced his nose along her forehead, inhaling deeply of that maddening scent. He still hadn’t figured out what was the something that had so intrigued him, although it seemed to have grown in its potency. It made him feel as if he was standing in the middle of a thunderstorm, with all the exhilaration that entailed.
“It appears you are new to this sort of mission, kunoichi. There is much I have to teach you,” he murmured. Pulling away from her, he gently cupped her cheek. “Here is your first lesson: never, never , taunt your target,” he breathed. “And especially if they appear to be willing to play, never provoke them – even if you’ve been discovered – by asking why they haven’t attacked.” His tongue flicked over her ear.
Her back arched, pressing her body against his. “Alpha,” she gasped, and he found himself wanting to kiss her senseless. She blinked, and he sensed a disruption in her chakra before he was slammed with a fragrance – one that burned the inside of his airways, called to him, awoke desires he’d thought long conquered. Omega.
She had deceived him. If he had known she was an omega, and one with such a potent scent nonetheless, he would never have allowed things to progress this far.
His fingers closed around her throat, covering her mating gland, as if he could halt that intoxicating scent from overtaking his faculties. “How?” he growled. “How did you hide it?” It could not have been the perfume – that was barely detectable now, in comparison to her own natural scent.
Her skin was flushed, her eyes shining, and her pulse thrummed under his fingers. He wanted with an intensity he had never felt before – to dominate, to conquer. His arousal pressed insistently against the restraints of his clothing, demanding release.
“Seal,” she rasped. He wanted her to cry his name in that same voice.
Need to taste her. Take her, breed her, make her his.
No. He had spent far too much of his life suppressing the alpha, refusing to allow it to govern his actions. He would not allow simple lust to overcome him now, at this juncture, when he was so close to achieving his aims.
His self-control hanging by a thread, he forced himself across the room, away from her, as if that would reduce the power her scent had over him. He needed to end this, now. He had resigned himself to the need to carry out his orders and sleep with her, but not like this. Not to brand himself on her body and in her mind, not to satiate his own desires.
He had to go. And yet, his legs remained rooted to the spot, refusing to move unless it was towards her. It was a miracle that he’d even been able to tear himself away from her. He clutched at the wall, feeling the concrete crumble under the hold of his chakra. He had to end this.
“ Run, ” he managed. He prayed she listened, for he would not be able to get any further. He was a man possessed, and he could not govern himself any more than a river could decide to flow in another direction.
“Alpha,” she breathed. “Alpha, please. I need you.” Of course she didn’t take advantage of the paths he’d left open for her, both the one to the door and the one to the window. Of course she would sashay towards him, sliding one of the flimsy straps of her little maroon dress down her shoulder, drawing his eyes to her creamy expanse of skin.
He groaned aloud, squeezing his eyes shut. It did not help. Images flooded his mind – of him ripping her satin outfit off her, tossing her onto the bed, devouring her. Making her his.
“ Go, ” he forced out, hating himself for having allowed it to come to this – to a point where he was dependent on her to save them both from this situation.
A swish of air, and a gentle thud, and he could feel her presence before him. Her delicate hands pulled down his pants and his underwear. A siren, come to wreck everything he had ever worked for. “I want you, alpha,” she sighed. She placed a kiss to his length and took him into her mouth. She slurped on him, tongue swirling around him with skill, and Itachi shuddered at how good that felt. Would it be so terrible to surrender to these feelings, to these sensations? Just one time?
He opened his eyes to see her kneeling before him, jade eyes glazed with lust. She moaned around his cock, hands expertly working at him. She cupped his balls, and he threw his head back against the wall, his body tensing. He was going to – going to –
No, the alpha roared. He would spill his release within her womb, and she would take his knot.
In that moment, Itachi gave himself over to the alpha, uncaging the darkness that had always existed within him, but which he never before had indulged. As he did so, he felt a crackling energy surging through his veins, promising a euphoric high.
He yanked at her pink locks to pull himself out of her mouth and tossed her easily to the bed. Their gazes met as he began methodically stripping off his clothing, and she licked her lips as his body was revealed to her, her legs parting slightly. An invitation that he was all too pleased to accept.
He leapt onto the bed, pinning her beneath him and attacking her lips in a bruising kiss. As he nipped at her lower lip, she reciprocated eagerly, hands locking behind his neck, hips rocking into his. He had not even begun worshiping her body, and she was already so needy for him. “Alpha,” she begged. “Please, alpha. Take me. Make me yours.”
How could he refuse? It did not take much strength for him to snap the straps of her dress, nor for him to rip it entirely off her. He stared at her nude form, cupping a breast, marveling at how it fit perfectly within his palm. It was as if she was made for him. “Beautiful,” he whispered hoarsely, and a flush rose under her creamy skin.
He caressed down the length of her body, mapping her soft curves. She trembled under his touch, and he parted her legs to reveal the treasure he sought, her folds glistening with her arousal. He lightly trailed a finger through her wet heat, and she immediately bucked against him. He latched onto her clit, suckling at the nub with fervor while his fingers swirled and curled within her, learning the motions that made her cry out the loudest. He pressed his fingers deeper, and her moans increased in urgency, as a savage pride coursed through him. He was doing this to her, he was taking her apart with every move he made.
“Please, alpha,” she gasped. “More. Please. ”
Itachi’s chest tightened. She kept referring to him by his designation – as if he was replaceable, as if just any alpha could bring her this pleasure. “Say my name, Sakura,” he growled. “Say it!”
Her hands twisted in his hair, pulling him back against her cunt. “Please, Itachi,” she moaned. “So good, I need –”
Her voice broke off with a moan as Itachi plunged back into eating her delicious cunt. He was under her thrall, and the alpha demanded that he give her everything she wanted, lift her to the heights of ecstasy. Her hands tightened around his hair, and she sobbed his name over and over as Itachi tasted the nectar that was her climax.
Satisfied, but certainly not satiated, Itachi sat up and flipped her over. He greedily ran his hands and his lips across her rear. “Are you ready for me, Sakura?” he whispered raggedly as he lifted her by her hips. He notched his cock against her slick folds – so wet, she was absolutely dripping for him – and stroked a hand down her spine.
“Please,” she whimpered, and he heard the blood roaring between his ears as he sank his length within her. A tremble passed through him, and he felt as if they could remain that way forever, with him buried in the embrace of her hot, wet, cunt.
“So beautiful, Sakura,” he praised. “So beautiful, taking my cock.”
She squirmed around him, and Itachi shuddered. “Please,” she cried. “Please, Itachi, don’t – don’t tease me. Fuck me already!”
He was powerless to resist her pleas, much as he wanted to continue savoring the sight of her underneath him, taking him as she should. He gripped her thighs, and began thrusting into her with an animalistic urgency. As she clenched around his cock, he realized that he wanted her, with a ferocity that transcended mere lust. This, their first joining, felt so right like nothing in his life ever had.
Itachi leaned back on his heels and pulled her up with him, pounding into her once more. “I-Ita-Ita-chi!” she moaned, her head leaning back against him, hands scrabbling along his skin, searching for some purchase to stabilize herself. Yes. They were sharing the moment, and this was so much better.
In that moment, drowning in the sensation of joining with her, of becoming one with her, Itachi found himself overtaken by fantasy – of her gazing upon him with devotion and adoration, of beholding the desire in her eyes day after day. Of her moaning his name in her sleep, of her growing round with his children.
His hand tightened around her hip as he considered his orders. She was so young, so eager to please him, and they wanted to use her as a tool. His rage only grew as he remembered the instruction to train her, to cheapen their shared pleasure by preparing her to do this with other targets. Other alphas.
He knew, in that instant, that he could never allow anyone else to see her like this, with her beautiful body covered in a sheen of sweat, panting and moaning as she rode him and as his hands greedily explored her body. She was his to fuck, to breed, to care for, and to protect.
He lowered his lips to her mating gland at the juncture where her neck met her shoulder and lapped his tongue against it before sinking his teeth in, drawing blood. She wailed, and he nuzzled against her neck in sympathy. He reached out to stroke her stomach, soothing and comforting her to the best of his ability. It was a necessary pain to keep her safe with him, but the way she shook still tugged at his heart strings.
This will be the last time I ever hurt you, he vowed silently.
“Itachi!” she cried, her voice wavering. It almost sounded as if she was panicking. “You marked me!”
“I did, my Sakura,” he breathed. “Now accept me. Accept my mark.” She would have to direct her own chakra to the bite to complete the rite and make it permanent. If she did not, it would fade within a week.
She remained silent, and a growl emanated from Itachi. She would accept him. As she attempted to rise, to thrust back against him, he pressed her thighs down, stilling her. His other hand slowly stroked its way down to her clit, and he began teasing her little nub, caressing it until her moans increased in urgency, and she began writhing around him.
And then, he withdrew his hand.
“Itachi,” she sobbed. “Please, I want – I need – please!”
“Accept me, Sakura,” he murmured. “Accept my mark, then you can cum.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead in encouragement, and sighed contentedly as the wound on her mating gland finally closed up, to be replaced by two intertwined sinuous lines. It was completed. They were mated.
“Good girl,” he said, and began rutting into her with renewed energy. Every cant of his hips rewarded him with waves of pleasure, far more intense and satisfying than they previously had been, now that they were mated. He felt his pace begin to stutter, and reached back to her clit once more. He gritted his teeth as he fluttered his fingers across the nub. He had promised she would cum, and he was a man of his word.
Finally, she reached her climax, her cunt squeezing him, and he too could allow himself to be driven over the edge, crying out as he came. His knot swelled and he was locked within her as he filled her with his seed. He was knotted to his omega, to his mate. He’d never thought such bliss even existed in the world.
They collapsed onto the bed, a tangle of limbs. She sighed, wrapping her arms around him, and he showered her with kisses.
Clarity was slow in returning to him, but as it did, he found himself overtaken by horror. What had he done? Since the moment he had understood the implications of what it meant to be an alpha, he had kept the beast leashed and chained, never allowing it release – not even on the night he had massacred his clan, when it would have eased his pain.
But now, he’d utterly lost control and given himself over to his basest urges. He cast his gaze over Sakura’s body, and winced at the developing bruises that littered her skin. All those years of exerting control, of avoiding confrontation rather than allowing bloodlust to awaken the alpha, of choosing submission rather than asserting dominance. All of it made meaningless by one decision.
He’d ruined her for any sort of infiltration work, and he had ruined her future. She would never be able to lie with anyone other than him ever again, could never even contemplate a romantic relationship with anyone else for as long as she was mated to him.
As it should be, the alpha purred from within, content and sated. She is yours.
He pressed his face into her hair, seeking a comfort he did not deserve, hiding from the knowledge that all his morals, all his principles, had all been utterly destroyed by the alpha. And now, he was left to pick up the pieces.
How was he to fulfill his responsibilities to her? Now that they were mated, their bodies would crave and cry out for each other. And yet, separation was their fate – he could not return to Konoha with her, nor could he ask her to defect from the village to remain with him. Not when he had his plans to die at Sasuke’s hands, and certainly not when he could not guarantee her any sort of stability or protection.
What was done was done. He had to find a resolution to this mess he had created. Somehow.