Hello, fellow shounen-ai fans!
Yes, you heard me correctly: shounen-ai. But yes, I am planning on putting someone in someone else's pants by the end of the story. Worry not. It'll just be, you know, lacking a whole bunch of explicit stuff, and maybe including- gasp! a plot. Rating is mostly based on the thoughts and language of certain Akatsuki perverts. Which is why we love them :P
So go on and press 'back' if you wanted to read red-hot sex in chapter one. 'Cause there's plenty of that around here.
Anyhoo, I've had my say, so here's my first SasoIta chapter: Fun
Oh, by the way: They're not a couple just yet.
Enjoy!
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Sasori put his pen down as he heard the hideout entrance door open.
"There you are, Itachi."
"Hey," he grunted.
"Successful mission?"
He gave another grunt, although Sasori knew him well enough to interpret it correctly. He smiled.
"As always, Itachi-san."
The Uchiha said nothing, merely coughed as he took off his cloak and kunai pouch. The sidelong glance Sasori gave his fishnet-clad torso escaped him.
Itachi shrugged.
Sasori snapped out of it. "Um, you must be thirsty! Here, let me get you something..."
His effort was cut short, however, when Itachi beat him to the glass cabinet.
"I can manage myself," he said coldly.
Sasori held his hands up in a sign of defeat.
"As Itachi-kun wishes," he said half-teasingly.
Itachi twitched. Why does he keep changing my name? He thought distractedly, taking a long sip of water standing at the counter.
Sasori watched him, his long, rippling muscles through the fishnet covering his shoulders. Had Itachi not been within earshot, he would have sighed like a lovesick girl. Alas.
Focus, he told himself. He's the one who's gonna fall for you, not the other way around.
"Sasori-san..."
Said nuke-nin looked up in surprise at the speaker: an Uchiha distractedly tracing geometrical figures in the bare blue counter, eyes shielded by mystical raven locks, ones that he had dreamed many times of running his own hands through. He suppressed another sigh.
"...Yes?"
"...Do you know the mission schedule for this week? Kisame was wondering about packing, so..."
Sasori almost scowled at the sound of another man's name on his lips. An idea clicked in his mind, about how to make the world shrink down to just the two of them.
"Nope, but it's in a drawer next to the Jinchuuriki files. Why don't you bring it over here, I want so see, too." He patted the place beside him on the couch, trying his best not to give the game away.
Of all people, I had to fall in love with an evil mastermind. With pretty, pretty eyes...and pretty, pretty hair...
A little surprised, Itachi reached for the folders, sitting high up in their assigned drawer. Sasori had to concentrate really hard to stop himself from staring at the muscles in his back his shirt revealed as he reached up. Tough gig, hiding your feelings from a genius bishie. Very tough gig.
"Here they are," he said, holding them out for Sasori to take as he sat beside him.
Giving himself a mental slap across the face, Sasori got to work leafing through the many schedules. He mentally blotted out the fact that Itachi came up to his chin when sitting down, and that he was leaning pretty close to see the data Pein had created.
He found the needed sheet of paper. "Here we are. There's your schedule."
"Thanks," Itachi said, as he absent-mindedly sipped from his glass as he read over his tasks. He groaned quietly.
"What's wrong?"
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Itachi looked over the schedule once more, to make sure. Sometimes he really got sick of being Pein's favourite. He answered Sasori.
"I've got information-gathering missions four days in a row this week." He ran a hand over his face. "and I wanted to take a bath..."
He looked up at Sasori, who seemed a little troubled at something. It surprised him how much he had to lean backward to look up at him. Was Sasori that much taller than him?
"Sasori-san?" he asked quietly. The older man positively towered over him. He flinched as he made a sudden move to take his team's schedule out of the folder.
"Seems I only have a mission tomorrow," Sasori said thoughtfully as he looked it over.
Itachi threw his hands up in the air.
"Why me?" he cried. "They give me extra work just 'cause I killed dozens of people and have great taijutsu and ninjutsu skills, not to mention amazing genjutsu, and then Sharingan..." he turned to look at Sasori, perhaps hoping for a little sympathy.
But he was having an awful time trying to contain his laughter. Ah, Itachi, such a card.
"Poor Itachi-chan, huh? It's tough being the best at everything, isn't it?" he said teasingly.
Itachi twitched at the suffix Sasori had put at the end of his name. Why was he always changing it, anyway?
"Whatever," he grumbled.
Sasori got the message. He plucked the glass fom Itachi's hand, bringing it to the sink. The boy said nothing, until he started to make his way back.
"Sasori-san, don't you think we get a little overworked?" he asked. "Oi, Sasori-san?"
The redhead approached him from behind the couch, eyes hidden behind crimson bangs. Itachi's eyes widened in surprise.
"Hey, Sasori...-san?"
"Work isn't something to complain about," he scolded, his hands placed on Itachi's shoulders. "But I think Leader doesn't give me enough time for fun with Itachi-sama," he whispered, just above the raven-haired boy's head. It was impossible to guess what was going through either ninja's head. Itachi was the first one to break the silence with a staggering breath.
"Um...I...I have to g-go," he said quickly, and gave a rushed bow in the doorway before rushing away.
Sasori smirked, before calling out,
"Good night, Itachi-sama."
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Itachi panted all the way down the hall, not stopping until he reached his room, and even then, he shut the door behind him, leaning back on it to think.
"But I think Leader doesn't give me enough time for fun with Itachi-sama."
What the heck was that supposed to mean?
He tried to calm his breathing, but he, a ninja at heart and mind, was too busy trying to make sense of it all.
Sasori-san...
He rushed to his shower, shedding soiled clothing onto the floor in his wake. He flinched as he remembered leaving all his other stuff in the living room. Where Sasori-san was.
He shook those thoughts out of his head as the cold water fell onto his tired skin. Thoroughly hosed down a few seconds later, he stopped the water, looking down at himself.
"... fun with Itachi-sama."
He clamped his eyes shut, trying to ignore the heat in his cheeks, not to mention his racing thoughts. He wasn't sure he had the courage, nor the self-control, to scrub himself down entirely. He stepped out of the shower, got into a fresh pair of boxers, and tucked himself into bed. He hoped his mind would slow once he realised how tired he was. Besides, he had a mission tomorrow. And after tomorrow. And the two days after that. Sigh.
"...Itachi-sama."
Why did that keep beating in his head? Why did it trouble him so?
He crossed his arms behind his head, staring at the ceiling.
Sasori-san, what's on your mind?
He knew what was on his. The hope that maybe that sentence he had whispered would amount to something bigger. Of course, it took time for Itachi to finally realise that.
I'm curious, he concluded.
He lifted his legs up under the blankets, placing his feet flat on the mattress, knees splayed wide. He wondered what it would be like to have Sasori coming down on him like this, a hungry look in his eye, as he would touch him, gently...
And I would be nervous, but he would be slow, so I'd calm down.
Does that mean I have to be the girl?
I hope he's careful, I don't want to get hurt before the mission.
And he's so much taller than me, so he probably has a bigger...
He shook his head violently, he would not succumb to these kinds of thoughts. But his cheeks flushed in spite of him.
Damn, am I in love with him? Gosh, after a measly little implicit sentence...
Half of him was annoyed at himself, for thinking these things, but the other ran wild with imagination. He fell into a sleep crowded with the fantasies of a young boy and his most confusing senpai, together doing things that...
He woke up in a hot sweat, panting hard. That last dream had given him quite the exalting shivers. He really needed to stop thinking about that. He looked down at the blankets, and swore. There was a wet patch.
That's the first wet dream I've had in a long time. And it was with senpai...
He slapped himself in the forehead. Enough.
All of a sudden, it dawned on him.
You would've wanted Sasori-san to see you like this, all wet...
No! No! I refuse to admit that! And it's not like I'm gonna be the girl!
He shook himself in a desperate attempt to forget this nonsense. All he got was a face-ful of black hair, as if to prove to him that if anyone was going to be the girl, it was sure as hell gonna be him. He facepalmed.
Damn. I need fresh air.
He hoisted himself out of bed, already imagining himself sipping a glass of cold water.
The space that seperated him from the kitchen felt like forever. He moaned as he finally felt the cool liquid rushing down his throat.
"Back so soon?" a low voice asked from the living room.
Itachi peered in the doorway. He almost dropped his glass.
"S-S-Sasori-san!" he cried, cheeks already ablaze. Of all the people to see at this hour in the night...
"You look awful, here, come sit. Tell me what's wrong, Itachi-sama."
So he's finally decided on "sama," huh?
"Uh, I was just thirsty...nothing wrong, really," he said nervously. He really needed to recuperate for the mission tomorrow...
Sasori seemed to see right through him, as if he knew exactly what happened (Itachi didn't realise his boxers had gotten a good soaking as well...)
"Itachi-sama had a hard time getting to sleep?" he asked innocently, getting up.
"Nonono! I was just...um...thirsty!" he cried, taking a step back. "Yes, that's it! And now I'm getting tired, so I should be going, really..."
It scared him, how fast Sasori had appeared behind him.
"You're tired, but your mind is racing," he said quietly, wrapping his arms around Itachi's torso, and momentarily losing himself in the lush sensation of his hands on his bare skin.
Itachi gulped.
"Sasori-san..."
His hand traveled down his chest, resting just above the hem of his pants. Itachi panted slightly, unsure whether to feel relieved or frustrated. He had dreamed of Sasori touching him, lovingly, in places where he would make him moan and scream, turning on each and every nerve in his body...
But he only took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of his long hair. Itachi closed his eyes.
"Sasori-san," he repeated dreamily. The man looked at him, hands still resting on his bare skin. Itachi sighed.
The calmness was broken, however, when Sasori briskly picked him up, placing the cup of water on the counter, and headed down the hall. Itachi took a moment to recover, and two to realise they were headed for his room. His heart pounded.
Oh no, oh no, oh no...
Through his door they went. It took all his self-control to not cover his eyes with his hands. He didn't realise they were already shut by reflex.
He felt himself being thrown onto his bed. This is it, he thought anxiously, waiting. This is it, we're already here...
Nothing happened. He cranked an eye open. Sasori was standing beside his bed, motionless. He opened the other.
That was when Sasori reached over him. Itachi cringed, until he realised he only was pulling the blankets over him. He sighed in relief.
"Good night, Itachi-sama," Sasori whispered, turning to leave. Itachi grabbed his wrist.
"Wait, Sasori-san."
"Hm?"
"Um... I don't think I'm ready yet..."
He didn't see Sasori raise an eyebrow, or glance at the dark patch on his blankets. But he did catch the smile he gave, as the light from the hall bounced off his shining teeth. Itachi felt his eyes close.
"As Itachi-sama wishes," Sasori said simply, before turning to leave. He stopped one last time in the doorway. "And I'll be waiting for you to come back tomorrow with a glass of water. Don't fail me, now."
Itachi smiled as he got comfy under the covers.
"Just don't fail the only mission you have this week. If you did, Pein wouldn't send you out at all, and then you'd spend the whole day missing me."
Sasori closed the door behind him.
What a cocky little kid...
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And there you have it!
Edit: This fanfiction was published at a point in time which I feel I was much less developped as a fanfiction writer. Of course, throughout this site there are people with different tastes and opinions on what a "decent" fanfic is, so I'm leaving this up since it still seems to please.
Of course, if you'd like fanfics that ressemble my current style a bit more, I've got a few of those on my profile. Thank you!
Love,
Shun