Chains

                                                        C          H          A         I         N         S

Ladies and Gents of my prosecution. To those reading these entires I hastily scribble out... I know what I’m going to log in next will not be to some of your liking. However, when going through this bizarre Alice in Wonderland phase of mine I find myself falling deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole. I know not the rules or how I should play. Just when I feel I’m going to figure things out, I couldn’t be more wrong. And so—-I must digress and disclaim this proclamation unto you. I am merely a player on the board of my life’s journey and since someone with a higher power seems to like to shake the board and discard the rules altogether I take what it throws at me.

So here at my door was the eldest Uchiha and somewhere along the line I mirrored his affections. Unintentionally mind you, but like a slow fall in the dark, it happened.

I’m at a loss when his fingers sinuously trail over my body. The feminine part of myself is struggling not to compare him to his younger brother. Each time it feels as though there’s a knee jerk to my brain when my thoughts drift on the places he misses whereas Sasuke would not. He zeros in and knows how to fluster and rile my senses up whereas Itachi is gentle and almost tentative with a fluttering touch.

I inhale deep the thickly rich scent of his musk. He’s been living on the ranch for as I understand it, a little over a month and therefore the lay of the land has seeped into his skin. He doesn’t smell like the salty spray of sea as Sasuke does. He is the salt of the earth. Crushed pine needles, sun kissed sweat, and hard dirt. Total rugged wilderness.

I scan my fingers over the length of his arm. Roped muscles, a disciplined hardened body, solid rocky muscle. Sasuke has some soft spots which I don’t find neglected but in fact I adore the elasticity of his skin and the sensation between my teeth. I like I can drag parts of him with my mouth and leave my marks. With Itachi its harder. Like biting into chunks of ice that gives me no room for chomping down for a better hold.

His texture is rough but not in a bad way. The coarseness of his body grinding against mine sparks raw friction that strangles me completely. Before I can even groan in protest from the pain, it numbs and rekindles into a delicious tickle that stimulates my nerves. I barely have time to register where his lips are on me because he’s filling me up. I gasp loudly in protest feeling the throbbing ache between my legs. I close myself off slightly by tightening my thighs around his sculpted waist. As retaliation for squeezing around him he rolls his hips into me until he’s at the hilt and I can feel his balls against my ass throbbing and hot.

I whine and wriggle my hips begging in my small way for him to move or do something before I shrink into myself becoming my own black hole. Before I can completely go mad he sets a hearty slow pace that gradually quickens the louder I become.

I hold onto him for stability, my fingers threading through his long lustrous locks. I envy him. His hair is feathery soft and no amount of strenuous attention to my own could ever match its velvety texture. When the strands come loose from their binding and his hair falls around him tickling the surface of my face somehow he looks even more a ethereal.

The muscles in my stomach clench and I roll out my release. I climax three more times before him thanks to his generosity with working his fingers over my clit while he pounds into me with fervor. Eventually his hips stutter and he goes to the hilt again spilling his hot seed inside me. I shutter and cling to him until the burning magma ceases and flows out of me.

I cant remember when I fell asleep but when I awake I can hear the shower running across the hall. I gather Itachi spent the night but rolled out during the crack of dawn to bathe. I stretch and I too decide to clean up before jogging down to the kitchen where coffee is already burbling but there is no Sasuke or Itachi attending to it.

I can hear the clamber of unrhythmic beating. At first I think its thunder, the clouds are a blue gray concealing away any sunlight that wishes to pour through the thick mass. I gingerly bat the curtains away from the window peering past the front porch to a small gated corral where oddly enough watching Sasuke mounted on a stallion and handling it with effervescence sends a ripple through my body.

I join him watching curiously and leaning against a peg unknowingly smiling during his ministrations. I watched as his movements became a blend with the stud he was working. If his waist twisted to the right, the entirety of the horse gracefully arced to the right with him. With a few flicks of its long tail I could tell by the signal of the horse and the bend of its ears he was getting frustrated with the amount of commands Sasuke was silently making him rehearse.

There was a slight buck to its back but with the correction of a stern jab to its flank the stud soon straightened out and allowed Sasuke to steer him to where I was resting.

“Did you need something?”

“No.” I somberly spoke in a feathery light tone contented just to watch. Even the air here was crisp and clean. It filled my lungs like arctic fire. My whole body vibrated with the raw intensity of this wilderness. I could get used to turning every which way where there was nothing but picturesque panoramic scenery surrounding me.

He raised a brow which in Sasuke terms meant: he was either getting steadily annoyed with my being there or—-he was confused as to my interruption at all.

“I didn’t know you could ride.”

“I’m not riding. I’m breaking the horse in order to ride him.”

I rolled my eyes at his dry tone as well as the sarcastic explanation.

“I didn’t know you knew how to ride a horse at all I mean then.”

“One of the perks growing up in a sophisticated household I suppose.”

My mind briefly flickered back to the explanation of how he was robbed of his early childhood after the death of his parents and I wondered how many precious moments he really got to have with them.

“Did you take lessons or were you just naturally good at it like you seem to be with everything?” The stud didn’t care for standing still this long. His neck craned and his nostrils flailed while he snorted with impatience at the alpha commanding his moves.

Sasuke tugged on the bridal sternly warning the horse to keep his jawline at a polite height and to mind his manners.

“Can I pet him?”

“He might bite.”

I extended my fingers to the course hair upon his neck. The horse sidestepped flinching away from my touch.

“He’s a bit grumpy.”

“Then you two are a perfect match in every way.” I smirked watching the irritation swim across his features.

“Hand me my hat please.” I took the rough midnight black leather in my hand turning it topside to the disgruntled Uchiha who blocked the impeding sun starting to burn through the iridescent lining of the clouds and aiming right at the black top of his head. Ping goes another shutter through me.

Another curve of his body makes the stud turn so his muzzle is aimed right at my chest. I gingerly feel the velvet over his nose gliding to his forehead. I may have a big brow but at least its not as terribly wide as his that it makes my eyes far apart. I smile softly to myself and the Uchiha rain ruins my small high.

“Don’t just pet his face, its the same as me putting my hand over yours and rubbing.”

“Yes please.” I retort smartly. His lids hood down and that look runs through me like an obsidian river that sticks to anything it touches. I’m rendered immobile as he effortlessly swings his leg from his steeds back and even up over the stern of the saddle.

He works on taking away the bridle, but when he gets to the strap of the saddle beneath its belly when he pauses and glances at me.

“Fancy a ride?”

Firstly I’m taken aback at how he phrased that, secondly, I’m even more off put by the way his smirk turns into a genuine look of torture. I suppose its punishment for my retort.

“I don’t ride let alone fool around with animals. That’s why I became a doctor. I;m a people person. Not animal.” I’m still not convinced animals don’t have it out for me. I remember mom bringing home a fish in a bowl when I was little and not even after a day the poor thing was belly up. I was convinced after that flush of the toilet I was cursed.

If I went to Ino’s there were a few strays she fed in the back of her dads shop and any time I knelt down to let one sniff me I’d end up with a scratch to the back of my hand. So the thought of even getting up on this giant wild animal is enough to make me turn on my heel.

“Come here.”

“No Sasuke. There’s no way!”

“If you scream he’ll get riled up so keep calm and your voice soft.”

“And I’m sure he can sense your annoyance as well so what does he care if I’m afraid of him?”

He holds out his hand and motions me to climb over the posted fence. I carefully clamber over. My heart is in my throat and bounding so rapidly I feel like its going to bust out of my chest like the creatures from that sci-fi movie.

The horse clamps his foot a few times hard into the dirt while Sasuke takes me by my waist and eases me into the saddle on the back portion. Not long after he rises and mounts into his position with finesse that I blush embarrassed by my fumbling disheveled entry upon this beast.

With a gentle flick of the reins the horse sets a steady trotting pace outside of the gate and onto an unmarked trail. We wind and weave over vivid green hills, through lush forests, and abounding fields of flowers lazily tossing about in the breeze swept up from the mountains.

Having a phone and taking pictures wouldn’t do the real thing justice. Only the lens within my eye and etching of my memory can capture these images now. I forget I’m riding a horse entirely. At one point Sasuke had instructed me where to hold onto him and how to move so that my lower spinal column didn’t pinch against my disks and nerves.

Its like a dance. I see now why the horse and Sasuke seem to be linked together. I can feel the slightest silent command given by Sasuke as his toned waist half turns to the left in unison the horse turns as his rider instructs. The horse could probably run this trail blind with Sasuke’s guidance. Even though he sees the tree the subtle movement of Sasuke’s command instructs him in which direction would be best to take.

We come to a clearing to a scene that I can only best describe as being a snapshot on a bottle of water with crisp or spring in the title of the brand. The mountains had a light dusting of snow at the tops and the distance and haze of the low hanging clouds reflected the rock face to look almost blue. The field in front of us is sure to have ticks a plenty if I had chosen to get down but I stay seated looking to the foreground as it compliments the scene ahead of us.

We get back to the cabin where lunch is waiting for us. Sasuke’s in the stable finishing up with a multitude of rewards for the effort the horse has made today as well as his progress in developing a slight bond with his rider.

Itachi steals this small moment taking a seat across from me pausing mid movement ready to land his hand over the back of my knuckles but withdraws. I wonder what’s racing through his mind.

“What is it?”

“Nothing. How was your ride?”

“Eventful.” His brows raise. “And terrifying.” I confess in a slight embarrassed breath of laughter. I get a small quirked smile in return.

“For a first timer it can be intimidating.” I get the feeling he wants to brush small talk aside but isn’t one to take initiative unless its necessary. He goes to say something but Sasuke strolls in with a wide gait. Probably sore from the ride but trying to cool down his thigh muscles.

He snags a plate of food scarfing it down and the smell of fresh hay permeates my senses. I wonder if I stink just the same. I suppose I’ll have to take another shower before the night is through.

We all sit and eat in silence. Then once our bellies are full and we retire to the living room, Sasuke starts up with the questions.

I inquire about being able to contact Hinata or even shoot her an email but I half heartedly knew the answer was to be no. I accepted being on the run with fugitives slash secret agent type of assassins and therefore I know I must keep to the shadows. A toe out of line would expose the entire team.

Cronies were still crawling everywhere looking for the perpetrators that were responsible for Danzo’s death. However, Itachi’s intel and disappearance wasn’t without reason. It turned out there was an up and coming lackey that was circling the dethroned Don and Itachi was doing his job gathering up every scrap of paper on this new blood before picking the next safe house to organize his research.

Once business was out of the way and despite the television being on, the silence between us all was deafening. I couldn’t understand what was transpiring between the three of us. What had went awry since the time we stopped talking up until now?

I caught a glimpse of Sasuke out of the corner of my eye. He was subtly fidgeting in his spot against the sofa. I could see the wheels turning in his head. He couldn’t hide that expression despite the facade he thought he could successfully play off.

There was a slight crease in his brow and he kept eyeing his brother much like the first few days of my captivity with Hinata. But this exchange was different. Where that was for information on what should be done next, this expression was...just different.

That odd behavior resonated with me the rest of the night. I was unaware that during my restless tossing and turning within my bed that Sasuke had found an opportunity to get his sibling alone. Ignorant to the words exchanged beneath the porch lamplight that would alter my course going forward from this night on.