Disclaimer: Naruto and any characters or elements from the series belong to Masashi Kishimoto and Viz Media. The plot and writing style are my own.
Warning: Mature content

This story was originally meant to be an Obito birthday fic so even though it's quite late I'd still like to say Happy Belated Birthday Obito!

Hope you enjoy :)

"Rin… Rin… Rin… Rin… Rin…"

Small hands held my sickly hot desire and grew tight. Slender frail fingers trailed up and down circling and twisting around the head. I huffed in anticipation, watching her tease over the tip. Her fingers caressed, prodded and poked. The digits alternated between soft gentle sultry wisps and harsh pleasuring torment as her fingernails gently grazed along. Suffocation. She cupped and gripped down tightly, dancing her hand up and down; rhythmically soothing the unbearable flashes of my searing passion. A breathy rhapsody formed within the pits of my throat.

"Rin… Rin… Rin…"

I was addicted; addicted to the feel of her name rolled out on my tongue, gently caressed by my greedy lust filled lips and hushed out with long pants of painful desire. Her name-a holy mantra, my escape, a prized drug…

My hips thrust in unbearable pain. A small groan escaped my lips to my embarrassment as my cheeks tinged red and grew hot at my small loss of pride. Her sweet laughter whirled around us in response; the melody still ringing within my ears. I closed my eyes and dulled my senses allowing her caresses to burn hotly with pleasure.

The giggling soon became louder as I felt her breath on my face and a sudden coldness rushed to my groin. My eyes shot open, her face ghosting mine. The sun danced along the soft hills and valleys of her young visage as the rays diffused and blanketed on her being. Her hair was ablaze in a crown around her pale visage. My eyes grew wide in awe, taking in her beauty. She was a gift from the gods to my lonely eyes, an angel amongst the ordinary.

She was utmost perfection, bitter innocence, my sweet angel. Holy shining light.

Her eye brows quirked giving me a questioning look and then she smiled that warm smile. The curving of those adolescent lips always, always, drove my heart to hysteria, sharp pangs of nervosa and of unbearable pain. I felt a bubbling desire within my core and hasty smashed my lips against hers. My tongue snaked its way through her lips and curled wanting to intermingle with hers. Greedily wrapped and wringing together, the two pulsated like dancing snakes as I ravished her inexperience. Her plush cheeks flushed a soft pink in response. I wondered then, did she think of him in my place?

He, the one who captured her heart. He was not me, but my rival and a foil. His existence shattered her childish inexperience as the ugly monster of lust slipped out from behind broken glass when he was in her presence. Her eyes would always grow wide and glittery as her form became a nervous stumbling mess. I never understood what she saw in him. He who never acknowledged her love, he who never gave her a differing glance. She and I were similar in that respect. Yet that would never stop her from loving him.

I despised his influence over her, but what opinion could 'trash' like I have? He was loved and cherished by many. Deemed as human perfection while they ousted me as the ugly trash withering in his beauty. He was the one who had everything I desired and would ever want. Everything I never could have and the one thing he would always have, was her. She would always be enamored by his detestable ignorance to her sweet desire. To wish, if only she loved me so, if only he were to notice. I wondered if she would think of him while playing so sinfully. Was I simply a stand in for him?

I shook my head breaking free of insecure thoughts. I decided that it did not matter. In this moment she was mine and mine only. Only I would ravish her, could ravish her…

I broke away from her lips and grabbed her small figure placing it atop my lap. My hands oriented to her hips and rubbed her figure back and forth across mine. The bulge rubbing gently against her wet slit. Her cheeks turned a brighter shade of red as she closed her eyes in embarrassed pleasure. My lips tugged into a smirk of satisfaction as I brought her down on my lap once more. Carefully speeding up my pace, my hips soon chaotically meshed against her slit; my mind blinded by passion oblivious to her presence.

The veil of fabric became a hindrance as I felt my patience wear thin. I broke the fabric shackles which separated us, both of us now free to sin. With my finger, I opened her up and slowly slid in as she meekly gasped in surprise. I luxuriated in the sweet feeling of her wet tightness wrapped around me, my object of passion throbbing madly. My hands strung her around like a crazed marionette; slapping and squelching together. I savored the feeling and the sight of her straight chocolate threads bounding in rhythm. Faster and faster. Smashing the core. Painfully hardening in pleasure.

She caused my heart to beat unbearably and my body to grow lost and intangible with her being, and yet she was but a phantom as I only found my own hands desperately quelling the heat in my core. I clutched my memento of her, a picture of her sweet smiling innocence illuminated by purity; warm and glowing. Reality felt ice cold in comparison to how her warmth would have been, should have been had she not been but a ghost amongst the tangles of my mind.

I caressed her image with careful precision as I imagined the soft trusses of her chocolate tightly wrapped around my hardened fingers. Pulling her small head back as my hips thrust violently. I enjoyed the glare of her young visage; beads of sweat rolled down her blazing crimson cheeks. Her eyes shut in ecstasy while little puffs of heat escaped her lips. I felt myself growing harder at the beautiful sight. Had she been real, I would have been afraid of breaking her but my hands had grown accustomed to my animalistic thrusts of passion.

I gasped for air as she suffocated me in sweetness; screaming her name for release.

Luscious gluttonous desire, slowly, slowly, thickly, bubbling inside my deepest pits.

The image of how her face might twist and distort at the discovering of my putrid sin; her plush cheeks tinged crimson, her caramel orbs wide in surprise, small pink lips wrung in disgust. Imagining the torture running amok her innocent sacred mind brought a sudden rush to my throbbing object of passion. Rushes of air escaped my lips in the most pleasurable way as a tingling tantalizing feeling washed over my body slowly sizzling off the tips of my goose bumps. I sharply inhaled through clenched teeth, my hand tightening and slowing down in unison. To think an angel would have spurred me to such filth.

The white ebbed and flowed from my cupped hand as I sighed a final breath of release. My liquid stained my precious memento, sullying her beautiful purity. With regret I wiped off the sticking ugliness that had marred my angel's image.

I knew this utmost perfection; of idolization of her was a sham. I realized the black tendrils slowly take root in my rotting heart, and knew of the future in which they would continue to fester and grow golden, corrupting my own scarce innocence. Yet, in height of the passion it didn't faze me, nor would it ever faze me; I willingly submitted to the addiction as addiction was my passion and my illusory passion an addiction. My conviction was clear, my sin in acceptance.

Lavishly, sumptuously I once again quelled the darkness in ways which her innocent mind could never imagine. And I did not regret, for I was a sinner and this sin my holy repentance. I became Judas and sealed fate with my poison laced kiss.