When it Rains Chapter 4, a naruto fanfic

I see you walking home alone, your face is alive and bright
But you can't see how weak you really are 'cause I could end it tonight
It's the feeling you get when you think that someone behind is watching you
Well I can tell you now, that someone is me and I'm about to make it right

Itachi had finally managed to get himself under control again. Damn it, Kakashi! Why do you screw me up so bad? Itachi sighed, ready to smack himself. What was this, hormones? He wasn't sure if this was what love was supposed to feel like, or if he was just going crazy. It was more than likely that he was losing his mind: all the trauma of past events was bound to catch up with him some time. Now was probably that time. Maybe he just wanted to play the hero: to save someone else from the grief and suffering he'd endured throughout his entire life. What did he want, really? Itachi had never known. He had always just tried to make everybody happy. If no one had yelled at him so far, or told him he was doing something wrong, it was a good day. Itachi had never really had a long-term goal, he supposed: now that he thought about it, did he ever really have a goal to begin with?

Why do you take it all?
Why do I beg for more?
I never thought this is how I'd hit the floor
Why do you take it all?
Why do I beg for more?
I never thought this is how I'd hit the floor!!

Kakashi sighed softly, trying to think of what he was going to do next. Obviously, he couldn't hide in here forever. He had to find some way out of here; or, at least, in a figurative sense. This bottomless pit of depression was getting a little old. And now that he knew someone actually cared…well, maybe it was time to move out of his shell a little. But, despite the slightly more encouraging thoughts, Kakashi still couldn't bring himself to move just yet. The shock was still set firmly in his mind; someone would probably come and find him later. But, until that time came, he would just try to relax a little. So much stress…it couldn't possibly be healthy.

He blamed Kisame.

I creep up from behind, touch your neck, move down your spine
Take a look and breathe so sharp
Just a matter of time
Don't scream I ask of you, but then you let one out and now it's time to go
I come down on you like a ton of brick
All over so it's time to go

A soft sigh escaped his throat. Itachi slumped over the counter, bracing his hands on the edge and leaning back. What was going through Kakashi's mind right now? Was he remembering all the cruelties he had suffered? Was he wondered how long it would be until Itachi, too, turned on him and hurt him? Was he trying to think of a way to escape? Itachi cursed himself for being so selfish. He could just set Kakashi free, and let him try to recover. Maybe it wasn't too late. But no. He had to have him for himself. Itachi shook his head sadly. He was really risking Kakashi's health and sanity, here.

Itachi slowly picked himself up, moving back towards the bathroom. He had to know. He had to at least try to get Kakashi to trust him. But Itachi found that the closer he came to his lover, the farther away it seemed to be. Why? Why didn't Kakashi ever fight back? Why did he just…let these people walk all over him? He could at least try to save himself! It was like he had completely given up! Itachi slowly reached out, setting his hand on the doorknob and taking a deep breath. He didn't know why he was the one who was nervous-he wasn't the one who had just been through months of torture.

Why do you take it all?
Why do I beg for more?
I never thought this is how I'd hit the floor
Why do you take it all?
Why do I beg for more?
I never thought this is how I'd hit the floor
Hit the floor!!

Kakashi finally worked up his nerve. He had to talk to Itachi. He had to know what Itachi's take on all of this was. He slowly pushed himself to his feet, holding the cloak closed over his body. He cautiously placed his hand on the doorknob, almost expecting it to be searing hot. That was one tactic he had experienced before to keep him in: heating the doorknob. Pein had done it once: the one and only time Kakashi had ever disobeyed him. He had been locked in Pein's room for weeks, and the only time he had ever tried to even touch the doorknob, he had found it so hot that his hand was still scarred from the encounter-the encounter that was months ago. Kakashi tried to turn the doorknob-

Itachi opened the door, and a startled squeak met him. He caught sight of Kakashi on the other side, looking absolutely terrified, frozen in place. He released the doorknob as if burned, and took a shaky step back. Itachi could hear Kakashi's harsh, unsteady breathing, and almost swore he was going to collapse.

"It's alright," Itachi said softly. "Did I startle you?"

Kakashi hesitated, and then nodded. Itachi's face softened; even his red eyes suddenly looked less threatening. He took a step forward, meeting Kakashi in the room. He gathered the Konoha-nin into his arms, feeling his body shaking with fear as he did so. "I promise, I won't hurt you," Itachi whispered, raising a hand to stroke Kakashi's silky hair. But still, the trembling didn't stop. It didn't even slow down.

Take this for me, I don't wanna hurt you!
Take this for me, I don't wanna hurt you!

"What's wrong?" Itachi whispered, placing a soft kiss in the middle of Kakashi's silver hair.

Kakashi shivered one last time, and then lifted his head from Itachi's shoulder. "I-I wanted to ask you something," he said, voice soft and subdued. "May I?"

"Of course," Itachi said incredulously. "You can always talk to me."

That's what Pein said. Right after he raped me. And then I asked him why he did it, and he beat the crap out of me. As much as Kakashi wanted to say this to Itachi, he couldn't bring himself to so much as open his mouth. The terror of Pein, Kisame, and others still reigned supreme in his mind. Instead, he asked, "What do you think…about what you know Pein has done to me?"

Itachi sighed softly, and Kakashi's heart immediately began to beat faster. Oh, now I've done it, he thought to himself, taking a step back and fighting Itachi's embrace. Itachi's arms tightened around him, simply from instinct, and Kakashi felt tears well up in his eyes. No! No, not you! Please, no! You were the only one who was ever kind to me! You were the only one I ever wanted to have me! You-…I loved you! When you came and took me, I wanted to give myself to you completely. Don't take me if I can't give myself to you! Please, don't-!

"Kakashi!"

Kakashi realized, all of a sudden, that he had just said everything out loud.

His heart skipped a beat, leapt into his throat, and then plummeted into his stomach. His stomach dropped to his intestines. His intestines slithered down to his feet. His vision began to black in, fading out from the edges of his vision and poisoning the rest of his sight with sickly black tendrils of darkness that threatened to overcome him completely. Kakashi felt his knees give out-he reached out to Itachi, pleading with him to spare him-

Itachi reached out immediately as he saw Kakashi start to fall. He could tell that nothing but fear was on Kakashi's mind right now, and he was about to faint from it. Itachi hurriedly pulled Kakashi up against his body, supporting most of his weight himself. He immediately lifted Kakashi's face to his own, claiming his lips in a passionate kiss. Kakashi's mere presence calmed him; he loved the feel the jounin struggling beneath him, trying to pull himself up to meet Itachi fully. The soft tingle of Kakashi's mouth under his brought a charge to Itachi that he could never get enough of.

"I've loved you," he whispered, between desperate kisses. "I always have. Don't think I'm going to hurt you: please, don't look at me with terror. It breaks my heart that you would fear me. I don't want you to fear me: I want you to love-" He kissed him again, clutching at Kakashi's lithe body and pulling him as close as possible. Kakashi, it seemed, couldn't get enough of Itachi, either: his hands clutched weakly at Itachi's shoulders, seeking purchase on the half-fishnet shirt Itachi was wearing.

"Take me," he whispered. "Show them I belong to you! They can't touch me if you have me-!"

"I can't hurt you," Itachi whispered, but stole another kiss all the same. "I know I'll hurt you." Another kiss. "I'll lose control-I'll hurt you." Another, desperate, longing kiss. "Don't make me hurt you."

Kakashi pulled Itachi down to him, silencing his words. He couldn't even think about the repercussions: he just wanted Itachi. If Itachi had him the way he wanted him to, no one else was allowed to even touch Kakashi. Kakashi wanted that assurance: and, he wanted Itachi to acknowledge him as his lover. He wanted Itachi to prove those words he spoke: he wanted to feel like someone was making love to him, not just having another pointless fuck.

"You won't hurt me," Kakashi whispered. "I promise. I'm always ready for you; I couldn't ever be hurt by you. Please, Itachi-sama, I need this-"

"Why do you need me to have sex with you to prove my love?" Itachi whispered, beginning to trail kisses down Kakashi's neck. Kakashi threw his head back, moaning softly and begging Itachi for more. His hot breath flowed over Kakashi's skin like liquid nitrogen, burning slightly where it touched. But it was a good burn: a pleasant, tingling sensation, like every nerve in his body had come to life. Kakashi wrapped his arms around Itachi's neck, feeling the Uchiha's hands run down his body. Itachi's touch brought with it the fire of passion, the waters of desire, the winds of love-

"Please," Kakashi gasped, picking up one leg and wrapping it around Itachi's waist. "I love you! They can't touch me if you take me: please, don't let them touch me!"

"I won't," Itachi said softly, kissing down on Kakashi's shoulder. A soft, high-pitched whimper rose in Kakashi's throat as Itachi kissed down repeatedly on that spot, just above his collarbone, the one that made him go crazy-no one else had ever discovered that he loved to be kissed there. No one else had bothered to try to find what made him happy. Oh, but if the had just let Kakashi come to them at his own pace-! He would have allowed them to love him, if they had just been fair with him! Kakashi tangled his fingers in Itachi's hair, pleading silently with the Uchiha to take him. Itachi refused again, but made up for it by sinking his canine teeth into Kakashi's shoulder. A strangled cry rose from Kakashi's throat, breaking through his mouth and passing through his soft, kiss-swollen lips. Itachi sucked at the wound, making it sting as blood rose to the surface. A series of gentle licks cleaned the blood away, but Kakashi could still feel the trickles of blood running down his chest. Itachi let these go for a moment, only to catch them again and trace the red paths back to the wound. Kakashi whimpered again, and it broke Itachi's heart. In one smooth move, he swept away from Kakashi, breaking all contact with him completely and leaving them both standing there, panting.

"Love," Itachi whispered, taking Kakashi in his arms again. "You're beautiful," he started. "You're stunning, you're gorgeous, you're amazingly appealing and undoubtedly the best lover I will ever have-but I can't hear you cry like that. It breaks my heart." Itachi wrapped his arms around Kakashi's shoulders, feeling the metallic sting of blood on his tongue. "I can't hurt you like this. But now, at least, you bear my mark. I swear it to you, until I can love you like I want to, without fearing I will hurt you even more, I won't let them anywhere near you." Itachi gently kissed Kakashi's forehead, brushing aside his silky hair and placing his blood-stained lips firmly on his lover's porcelain skin. "That's a promise."

Sealed with a kiss.

A/N: So, some steam for ya. Well, this chapter came out a lot quicker, as promised, and I think I have my muse back!! :D Please review, and let me know what you think. Song is Hit the Floor, by Bullet for my Valentine.