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endless_scrolls) wrote2010-11-07 09:31 pm
endless_scrolls) wrote2010-11-07 09:31 pm
Symbolism
Title: Symbolism
Type: Fanfic
Fandom: AU!Naruto
Word count: 684
Character(s): Tenten, Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Sasuke; brief mentions of Uchiha Fugaku, OC: Shirou
Pairing(s): Sasuke/Tenten/Itachi... mmm, Uchiha sammich~
Warning(s): Clear and blatant adult themes.Everyone under thirteen close their eyes. Now. 8|
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Randomly written fic inspired by the events and planned plots that took place at TheRisingSun. The headcanon wanted more. Who was I to deny it?
Dedicated to:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nothinglanguage and soliloquiii; You guys... have filled me with such dirty, dirty thoughts.
Years ago, she remembered getting the piercing as a symbolic gesture of self-expression linked with her individualism. These days, the young woman knew that to be a complete and total lie. Not much thought had really been placed in the idea of punching another hole into her head other than the need to do something that was less than expected from her. -- There had been so many expectations back then that she felt her head would explode from the pressure. And maybe that was the need behind the extra hole. -- Something visible that would not put the people she cared about most in danger, in any case. She was the ideal student, after all, at least on the surface. Smart. Talented. Not overtly popular, but she had enough friends to get her through the toil and pressure of high school relatively unscathed. Unscathed by the normal problems of adolescent life, anyways.
Because she was just simply that. Perfectly normal and perfectly uninteresting. But Tenten knew herself to be anything but.
There was another side and another life that no one knew of, not even her father. -- Especially not her father. -- A side that was filled with death, deceit, and all manner of debauchery that Shirou had tried so hard to keep her away from. That was why he kept such a close eye on her, pulling the young girl to learning his trade instead of theirs. To share a love of his passions instead of there's. But while his plan did implant a fascination with metal-arts, it also encouraged her curiosity in where they were being put to use. And the barrier of limitation he placed in forbidding his daughter to find out only made her want it more. And so, through determination and a series of impossible circumstances, she had found herself in temporary service of one Uchiha Fugaku.
To commemorate that moment and that life, she had gotten that innocent looking modification in her lower lip, just a centimeter or so to the left of center. And that had been the first step in her path that ultimately brought Tenten to where she was now, sandwiched between the two men who had become the most important people in he life for the past five years. Ever since the death of her father.
Moving slowly, she dragged her lips around the pert and hardened nipple, making sure that the cool mental of her coiling lip-ring brushed over the sensitive tip. The responsive moan underneath her brought a satisfied smirk to the young woman's mouth as the nerves just above her left shoulder-blades tingled with pressure.
"He always was intrigued by it," Itachi murmured from over the curve of her shoulder, "Especially how it would feel."
She couldn't help but chuckle lightly at that, although Sasuke held a different opinion on the matter as a hand shot up to roughly tug on a handful of the elder's hair. "You seemed fairly curious by it, yourself, last night."
"Well," Tenten decided to add, a flicker of mischief wavering in her eyes at the thought, "Before it got stuck on..."
"Actually, I think he enjoyed that part even more."
A soft breeze of air brushed along the nape of her neck, marking the elder's amusement as her own skin reacted to the feeling and knowledge that he was that close. That they both were that close. But then again, she wouldn't have them any other way.
Leaning in, she carefully glided the tip of her nose along his until she could feel his breath against her lips. And then it was only a matter of speaking to let the metal of her piercing brush teasingly over his openly awaiting mouth. "Oh Sasuke... all you had to do was ask."
And then, in a single breath, all curiosity was squashed and buried as the young woman tasted once more all the grandeur and splendor that the Uchiha had to offer her.
Back then, it had represented her greatest secret. But now... it was, perhaps, the embodiment of her greatest truth. Her greatest addiction.
Type: Fanfic
Fandom: AU!Naruto
Word count: 684
Character(s): Tenten, Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Sasuke; brief mentions of Uchiha Fugaku, OC: Shirou
Pairing(s): Sasuke/Tenten/Itachi... mmm, Uchiha sammich~
Warning(s): Clear and blatant adult themes.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Randomly written fic inspired by the events and planned plots that took place at TheRisingSun. The headcanon wanted more. Who was I to deny it?
Dedicated to:
nothinglanguage and soliloquiii; You guys... have filled me with such dirty, dirty thoughts.Years ago, she remembered getting the piercing as a symbolic gesture of self-expression linked with her individualism. These days, the young woman knew that to be a complete and total lie. Not much thought had really been placed in the idea of punching another hole into her head other than the need to do something that was less than expected from her. -- There had been so many expectations back then that she felt her head would explode from the pressure. And maybe that was the need behind the extra hole. -- Something visible that would not put the people she cared about most in danger, in any case. She was the ideal student, after all, at least on the surface. Smart. Talented. Not overtly popular, but she had enough friends to get her through the toil and pressure of high school relatively unscathed. Unscathed by the normal problems of adolescent life, anyways.
Because she was just simply that. Perfectly normal and perfectly uninteresting. But Tenten knew herself to be anything but.
There was another side and another life that no one knew of, not even her father. -- Especially not her father. -- A side that was filled with death, deceit, and all manner of debauchery that Shirou had tried so hard to keep her away from. That was why he kept such a close eye on her, pulling the young girl to learning his trade instead of theirs. To share a love of his passions instead of there's. But while his plan did implant a fascination with metal-arts, it also encouraged her curiosity in where they were being put to use. And the barrier of limitation he placed in forbidding his daughter to find out only made her want it more. And so, through determination and a series of impossible circumstances, she had found herself in temporary service of one Uchiha Fugaku.
To commemorate that moment and that life, she had gotten that innocent looking modification in her lower lip, just a centimeter or so to the left of center. And that had been the first step in her path that ultimately brought Tenten to where she was now, sandwiched between the two men who had become the most important people in he life for the past five years. Ever since the death of her father.
Moving slowly, she dragged her lips around the pert and hardened nipple, making sure that the cool mental of her coiling lip-ring brushed over the sensitive tip. The responsive moan underneath her brought a satisfied smirk to the young woman's mouth as the nerves just above her left shoulder-blades tingled with pressure.
"He always was intrigued by it," Itachi murmured from over the curve of her shoulder, "Especially how it would feel."
She couldn't help but chuckle lightly at that, although Sasuke held a different opinion on the matter as a hand shot up to roughly tug on a handful of the elder's hair. "You seemed fairly curious by it, yourself, last night."
"Well," Tenten decided to add, a flicker of mischief wavering in her eyes at the thought, "Before it got stuck on..."
"Actually, I think he enjoyed that part even more."
A soft breeze of air brushed along the nape of her neck, marking the elder's amusement as her own skin reacted to the feeling and knowledge that he was that close. That they both were that close. But then again, she wouldn't have them any other way.
Leaning in, she carefully glided the tip of her nose along his until she could feel his breath against her lips. And then it was only a matter of speaking to let the metal of her piercing brush teasingly over his openly awaiting mouth. "Oh Sasuke... all you had to do was ask."
And then, in a single breath, all curiosity was squashed and buried as the young woman tasted once more all the grandeur and splendor that the Uchiha had to offer her.
Back then, it had represented her greatest secret. But now... it was, perhaps, the embodiment of her greatest truth. Her greatest addiction.
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