:D New chapter~ I hope you guys enjoy this one~ Don't forget, there is some OOC in this. -flail-
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Kishimoto's characters! I do own the plot, though!
CONTAINS: Violence, abuse, blood, gore, randomness, some humor, yaoi, shounen-ai, love, romance! ^^
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Chapter Four: Make It Rough.
Spidery fingers ran through silky black hair, sweat, and flushed flesh burning against each other. Musical moans of pleasure filled the room.
"You can be such a whore..." Madara's hot, lust filled voice whispered against Itachi's ear. Itachi moaned, his fingertips pressing into Madara's back. Madara brought his lips to Itachi's neck, sucking and leaving dark bruises. No one could have him... Only Madara. It was beautiful. It was delicious... It was sexy. Itachi closed his eyes as Madara's hard erection was positioned just against his entrance, ready to plunge into his needy, pink entrance-
...
"Aniki! Aniki, wake uuuup~" Sasuke's voice called. Itachi grimaced and rolled over, hoping to get away from his little brother's annoying wake up call. Sasuke pouted stubbornly as Itachi rolled away from him on the couch, wrapped up in a blue quilt. He was always sleeping and it bugged him. It'd been two days since his hand had recovered from the horrible smashing, his bruises slowly having faded, and only a few cuts remaining from Fugaku's rage. Sasuke always let his sweet aniki sleep to recover, but now he was sleeping too much!
"Aniki, wake up!" Sasuke urged. No response, except a grumble. Itachi was upset now. Not asleep anymore, but upset. Madara had told him he was going to leave the city to lay low for a while after getting his dad busted for child abuse. He'd been having erotic dreams of his uncle ever since he left him alone with no one to find comfort in. Only his mother, who now took counseling for her illness, and Sasuke, who seemed to be having a 'secret' relationship with his little blonde friend.
"I'm trying to sleep..." Itachi groaned at last. Sasuke huffed and crawled on top of him, poking him in the face.
"You're always sleeping! And besides, there's someone on your cell phone! I think it's uncle Madara!" He complained. Itachi's eyes flashed open at hearing his lover's name. He sat up, knocking Sasuke backwards.
"Ow! Aniki, that hurt!"
"Where's my cell phone?!"
"I'm not telling you until you apologize!"
"Sasuke!"
"Nope!"
"Argh! I'm sorry, now give me the phone!" Itachi commanded. Sasuke shifted his shoulders in a sassy motion, then picked the cell phone from under the couch, handing it to him. Itachi snatched it, then pushed Sasuke off the couch.
"Oww!"
"Hello?" Itachi asked eagerly. There was a shifting from the other line and then...
"Itachi, it's me." Madara's silky, beautiful voice filled Itachi's ear. Itachi sighed with relief.
"You're all right..."
"Of course I am. Did you think I died or something?"
"Madara!"
"Haha, I'm only joking..."
"Hmph."
"I'm coming back from my little trip... I'm driving into the city right now."
"Will you come visit me?"
"Yes, in fact... I was hoping for a favor."
"...?"
"Mind if I stay at your apartment for a spell? My apartment was ruined by an unwelcomed guest."
"Hmm? And who's that?"
"None of your-"
"Orochimaru!" Jiraiya's voice broke in. Itachi frowned, slightly jealous that Madara would bring that dirty pervert instead of him. Madara was shouting at him in the background.
"Shut uup, you idiot! I'm on the phone with Itachi!"
"I know that. Tell him I said hi!"
"No! Sit your ass down or we'll get arrested! I can't drive with you standing up and throwing wrappers out the window!"
"I'm not standing! I'm sitting!"
"Are not! Shut up!"
"Madara?" Itachi asked, sweat dropping.
"Oh, sorry..." Madara mumbled into the phone as Jiraiya's laughter faded in the background. Itachi smiled a bit, gripping the phone with both hands.
"When you come here... Will you be busy...?"
"... Nooo, why?" Madara asked coyly. Itachi looked away toward the window, still smiling.
"I was just wondering... I've been dreaming about you."
"Have you now?"
"Mm hm... I missed you. A lot."
"I missed you too.... How's your hand?"
"Fine. I can even push Sasuke off the couch now."
"Oh, Itachi, don't be mean to him." Despite Madara scolding him, he was still laughing. The two Uchiha siblings never got along very well and it was pretty funny when they argued.
"I wasn't being mean. I was stating my privacy."
"Through violence?"
"Not violence, no way.... I was merely giving him a little shove."
"A SHOVE?! You almost knocked me on my head!" Sasuke squeaked from the kitchen. Itachi smirked. Madara laughed on the other line.
"All right, well, I'll be there in about fifteen minutes, all right?"
"Okay. Later."
"Bye-bye~" They hung up. Itachi got off the couch. He was excited, but of course, had to hide it. He couldn't wait to see Madara after so long. Almost a whole month, in fact. He walked into the kitchen where Sasuke had just burnt two bags of popcorn. Itachi frowned.
"Sasuke, you fool. You're supposed to put it in for two minutes and ten seconds." He scolded. Sasuke scowled at him.
"Who are you?! The Master Chef or something?!"
"... That's what mom says." Itachi replied with a smile. Sasuke glared.
"You're such a smart ass!"
"You're a big mouth."
"You're...! You're...!"
"I'm a...?"
"A... Shut up!" Sasuke threw the bags at Itachi, who ducked, letting them fly past him and hit the wall. Itachi glanced behind him, then at Sasuke, who was trying to pour a full glass of milk. Itachi smirked.
"You're spilling it." He said, pointing to the milk that was spilling in great puddles on the floor.
"Shut uuuuuup! Ah!" Sasuke gasped as he stepped wrong, slipping on the milk. Itachi winced as Sasuke toppled on top of him, knocking him on the floor. Itachi groaned when his head hit the tiled floor. Sasuke coughed, giving a moaned 'oomph'.
"Owww..." They both moaned in unison. Just at that minute, Sasuke's little blondie friend waltzed into the kitchen. He blinked, his blue eyes going wide, which soon had a wide grin to match.
"Ahahaaa! You guys get bored and decide to get together?!" He laughed, pointing at the mess. Sasuke blushed furiously. Itachi only gave a faint smirk. Sasuke got up, wobbling a bit in the mess on the floor. Itachi sat up, placing a hand on the back of his head.
"Foolish baby brother... You can't make anything worth your life." He said. Sasuke snorted in response, setting the now empty milk carton on the floor. Naruto was still laughing, sitting down at the table to catch his breath. Sasuke glared at him, putting his hands on his hips.
"And what's so funny, loser?!" He barked in his face. Naruto grinned at him.
"You! You coulda given Itachi more pain than he had before!" He laughed. Itachi glanced up from wiping the floor up. Sasuke blinked, then looked at Itachi with a look of apology.
"Sorry..."
"It's all right... Just don't be such an idiot next time." Itachi replied, standing up and dropping the towel in the sink. Sasuke glared at him, clenching his fists.
"Ya know what?! Nevermind! You suck, Aniki!"
"At least I admit to it. Don't tell me he's the bitch of the relationship." Itachi said, pointing at Naruto, who smirked. Sasuke went red, his eyes going wide.
"I-I... You never... I didn't... S-Shut up, Aniki!!" He cried. Itachi smiled innocently.
"Sooo, what are you two planning today?" He asked casually. Naruto was on his feet in an instant, throwing an arm around Sasuke's shoulder and jerking him close.
"We're gonna head over to the mall for a round at the arcade and then we're coming back here!"
"For what, I will not ask." Itachi murmured, placing a hand on his cheek thoughtfully. Sasuke blushed again.
"Shut up!"
"Are those the only two words in your vocabulary?" Itachi asked.
"NO!"
"Oh, wow. A new word."
"Anikiiiii!"
"We'll see you later, Itachi!" Naruto sang, dragging Sasuke out the kitchen and out of the apartment. Itachi smirked, then turned his back to ring the towel out in the sink. He hadn't noticed that someone had walked by the two younger boys into the apartment. Itachi continued to squeeze the milk from the towel, tilting his head. He reached out, turning on the sink and letting the water drench the towel. He worked at this for a while longer until he felt a pair of familiar, strong arms wrap around his waist. Itachi gasped, lifting his head. Madara smirked against his ear.
"Hello, Itachi~" He cooed. Itachi shivered a bit, closing his eyes.
"Madara..."
"I'm back."
"I can tell..."
"Where's your mom?"
"At counseling..."
"Sasuke?"
"He went out with his friend..."
"So we're home all alone." Madara murmured. Itachi nodded a bit, dropping the towel in the sink as Madara let him go.
"Yea... But, my mom gets home in, like, an hour... Not to mention Sasuke and Naruto will come back late tonight. It's so creepy to know my brother's dating that blondie. He's such an irritation." He muttered as he picked up the milk carton Sasuke left behind. Madara's eyes followed Itachi's every movement.
"Hmm~ Are you worried that Sasuke's doing naughty things?" He asked. Itachi blinked as he bent over to replace the empty spot in the fridge with a new milk carton.
"Huh... I never realized that. Poor Sasuke... Already having sex and he's just in middle school." He mused, standing up. Madara leaned on the countertop, smirking.
"He's growing up so fast... I bet he'll be just as pretty as you one day, Itachi."
"Hn."
"Oh, don't do that."
"Do what?"
"The 'hn' thing. You know, people're gonna think you don't know how to speak if you do that."
"Meh... I don't like to talk to others when I don't care."
"You talk to me. And Sasuke. And your mother."
"And Jiraiya. But that's when I have something to say." Itachi added as he grabbed the towel from the sink. Madara followed Itachi all the way to the laundry room on the other side of the kitchen.
"'Tachi~ I'm bored." Madara crooned as Itachi pinned the towel up on a rack to dry. Itachi kept his back to him.
"You are? We have a TV, you know." He said, trying not to smirk. Madara frowned.
"You're doing it. AGAIN." He stated, folding his arms over his chest. Itachi turned around to face him.
"Doing what?" He asked quietly. Madara tapped his foot.
"That."
"That... There are a lot of 'that's in the world, Madara."
"Whaaa?! 'Tachi, we're not playing games."
"I'd never play games with you, Madara." Itachi smiled innocently, cocking his head to the side. Madara pursed his lips, narrowing his eyes as he looked at his sweet little nephew. Itachi always had talent in the taunting department. And he hated being teased, especially when he hadn't seen Itachi in so long. He wanted to feel the little Uchiha squirm and writhe beneath him again. To grab his ass and pinch his nipples. Listen to him moan...
Itachi hadn't missed the bulge in Madara's business pants. In fact, he walked right up to Madara, looking up at him.
"Is something wrong, Madara?" He asked, tilting his head up to look into Madara's eager red eyes. Madara licked his lower lip, letting his arms drop to his sides limply.
"Mmmm... I dunno. What do you think?" He asked in a low voice. Itachi shrugged, stepping back.
"Maybe something to eat?" He suggested. Madara had it. He easily lifted Itachi up into his arms bridal style.
"Forget this. I'm going to take you and I'm going to take you now." Madara growled impatiently. Itachi rolled his eyes upwards to look at the passing of the hallway walls.
"Mmmm... Madara, you're so demanding."
"Damn straight. Today just isn't the day for your teasing, hear me? I'm going to punish you for being such a naughty little slut." Madara announced as he walked into Itachi's room. Itachi blushed lightly at the dirty talk. He always loved it when Madara did that. Said man dropped him on the bed, crawling on top of him.
"All right... Here we are. And this time, there's no daddy to come in a stop us. I'm going to pound into your tight little ass," To emphasis his point, Madara ran his finger around Itachi's thighs through his pants and making Itachi's breath hitch, "I'm going to pinch those little nipples of yours. I'm going to make them so hard..." Madara was unbuttoning Itachi's shirt, pulling it open and taking Itachi's nipples between his fingers. He tweaked them gently at first, making Itachi gasp. Madara leaned down, taking a nipple into his mouth and rolling the nub with his tongue, scraping his teeth along them beautifully. Itachi's face was already inking with pink.
"Madaraaa..." He moaned, dragging his hand up and tangling it in Madara's thick hair. Madara smirked against the second nipple, which had already received the same treatment as the first.
"You're not making enough noise, Itachi..." He said, faking displeasure as he leaned back. Itachi blinked, then looked at him with a pout. He'd do anything to get what he wanted. And what he wanted was for Madara to touch him where he really wanted to be touched.
"Then do something about it, Madara..." He murmured. Madara smiled innocently.
"I'm not going to do anything... YOU are." He said, taking Itachi's hand. Itachi stared at him. This was a new trick. What was he talking about?
"Er... Madara, I-" He stopped when Madara moved the hand in his grip down to his crotch area. Itachi blushed furiously.
"Madara, I'm not-"
"Oh, yes, you are. If you don't, I won't touch you." Madara argued. Itachi whined impatiently.
"That's really cruel, Madara..."
"I can be cruel, just like you, you little whore." To prove his point, Madara moved Itachi's fingers over the zippers in his jeans, pushing down to apply just a tad bit of pressure to the needy bulge. Itachi moaned. Madara shuddered.
"That's it, Itachi..." He whispered, then tugged on Itachi's jeans, pulling them down. Itachi let his eyelids flutter a bit at the feeling of the jeans sliding down. Madara smirked like a true predator as he looked hungrily at the erection that was sticking out of Itachi's boxers.
"Mmm, Itachi, are you going to do what I say or do you want me to stop after such a long time?" He asked. Itachi squirmed, shaking his head a bit. His cheeks were stained red. He found it a little embarrassing... Masturbating in front of his uncle. He'd never done anything like that before. He'd thought about it... But it just seemed so shameful. Madara didn't think that, however. He was ordering Itachi to do it. How could Itachi refuse? Itachi pushed down his boxers a bit, glancing up past his untied, loose hair at his uncle, who was watching him with a smirk. Itachi gave a soft sigh of relief as his weeping erection was freed from the confines of his boxers. Madara did help him a bit by pulling down the rest of his boxers.
"Go ahead, Itachi~ I'm waiting~" He cooed. Itachi hesitated, his hand resting on his stomach and the other gripping the bed sheets beside him. He was nervous. He didn't exactly get how Madara could get turned on by him masturbating, but...
"If you're not gonna do it, I'll just leave." Madara stated, sliding back off the bed. Itachi gasped.
"No!" He quickly reached out, grasping his cock in his hand. Itachi's eyes rolled back in his head at the feeling of something finally touching it. He moaned, pumping his hand around it. Madara's legs were getting weak. He got on the bed again to prevent himself from falling to the floor. He watched Itachi's hand pump the hard cock, precum smeared on the tip. Itachi moaned, his free hand gripping the sheets tightly.
"Aah...! Oooh..." Itachi shut his eyes, arching his back. He moved his thumb over the slit, rubbing the precum all over the head. He gasped and moaned some more. Madara shivered, then sensed Itachi's nearing climax.
"Aahhhh- Oh!" Itachi gave a shocked gasp as Madara pulled his hand away quickly.
"Ah, ah, 'Tachi... You're not gonna cum yet." Madara grinned at him. Itachi stared at him in disbelief. Th-That... That was so unfair! That was completely unfair! He thought, then pulled away from Madara's grip, making another move to continue the dirty act, but Madara caught his wrist again and pushed it so the hand ended up beside Itachi's head. Itachi winced, then glared at Madara impatiently.
"That wasn't fair." He stated. Madara smirked at him, moving his other hand down to intertwine with Itachi's.
"No, not really... But then again, who said life was fair, huh, 'Tachi?" He asked sweetly, then leaned down, bringing his lips to Itachi's. Itachi gave up on trying to argue, letting Madara's tongue invade his mouth. At first, Itachi never really pegged himself to be an uke, especially to Madara, who tended to be childish once in a while. However, as time went on, Itachi found it impossible to try and control the sex-craved bastard. He couldn't resist being touched by Madara's skillful fingers, his perfect tongue... Itachi moaned, gripping Madara's hand tightly in his own. Madara smirked as he pulled back, leaving Itachi a panting, pleading puddle of sex.
"Madaraaa... Madara, I need you..." Itachi groaned, writhing underneath him. Madara leaned down to touch his nose to Itachi's.
"Hm? What was that? I don't think I heard you, 'Tachi..."
"I need... I need you... I need you inside me..." Itachi moaned, blushing at the words that flooded from his mouth almost incoherently. Madara leaned to the side, nuzzling Itachi's ear, taking the lobe between his lips and rubbing his lips along them. Itachi sighed, trying to arch his back again. Madara huffed against Itachi's ear.
"You little whore... Do you want to feel me inside you? You want my big, hot cock inside your tight little ass?" He murmured. Itachi gasped and moaned.
"Ohhh, yes... Yesss..."
"Are you sure? Maybe you don't want it that bad.
"I do, I do!" Itachi hated when Madara did this. He knew he deserved it for teasing him, but he hated it when Madara got him back for it. Itachi found his pride being brushed when Madara made him beg... Madara kissed his nose, pulling back.
"Don't move." He ordered. Itachi stared at him. Madara smirked as he unbuttoned his shirt.
"Don't move or else I'll leave you like this. Leave you a squirming little puddle of sex.... Got it?" He asked. Itachi nodded obediently, watching as Madara removed his shirt. Madara leaned back and got off the bed to remove his pants. He undid the zipper, dropping them and then taking his time to remove his boxers. Itachi tried not to squirm impatiently. He'd not been in bed with Madara for a while, in fact, about a month and two weeks to be exact. He needed Madara so badly, he didn't care if he had to beg anymore. Just the sight of Madara's large, needy cock was enough to send him spiraling into a begging little bitch. Madara smirked at him.
"Now that I'm ready... And since you were such a good little boy, I'll give you want you want." He said, taking a bottle of lubricant and lathering it on first. Itachi moaned, arching his back as Madara got on the bed.
"Pleaseee..." He murmured. Madara smiled creepily, taking Itachi and lifting him on top of him.
"Why don't you do the honors of starting this out, hm?" He asked. Itachi blinked, looking down at him as he now sat just above his stomach.
"Uhm..." He wants me to...?!
"That's right, Itachi... Ride me. It's so hot, watching you and your cat-like body..." Madara murmured, running his hands down Itachi's thighs. Itachi shivered, then gave a breathy sigh, nodding slowly.
"All right..." He was hesitant, since he'd only done this particular position once before. Madara helped him, guiding his hips to his hard cock. Itachi positioned himself, then looked at Madara.
"Can't we-"
"No, too late." Madara made the first move, impaling Itachi on his shaft. Itachi had been planning on doing it slower so he didn't have to scream, but it was too late. Madara's hot cock pushed into his tight opening. Itachi screamed, jerking upwards to get off the painful intrusion, but Madara held him still. Itachi panted, his vocal incoherent curses. Madara looked up, moving one hand to wipe the hair that was pasted to Itachi's face with sweat.
"Sssh... Come on, Itachi... Mmnn... You're so tight..." He murmured, taking Itachi's hips again. Itachi tried not to let the sound in his throat escape, but it came out anyway.
"Huge...." He whimpered softly, his body tensing and his fingers digging into Madara's chest. Madara groaned.
"Good..." He half whined, then pushed Itachi back down. Itachi gasped again, tears stinging his eyes. Madara pulled Itachi back up, then back down. Another gasp filled the air. After what seemed like forever to the uke, Itachi felt uncomfortable at the slow pace and began to take more control. Madara moaned as Itachi started to move up and down on his cock.
"Ooohh, 'Itachiiii... You're such a slut... You're so dirty..." He groaned. Itachi's only responses were pants and groans. As Itachi kept hitting against his sweet spot, Madara find it harder to keep his control. His stomach tightened, his head feeling heavy. Finally, Itachi released streams of foamy, white cum onto Madara's chest. Madara groaned as Itachi's entrance tightened around his shaft, causing his release to come exploding inside Itachi, who gave a half moan, half scream. In a sea of pleasure, both men were sent swirling into their orgasms. Itachi gasped at last, holding his head down and shutting his eyes. Madara pulled Itachi off him and down on the bed next to him.
"Mmm, so erotic, 'Tachi... You're still good at it." He smirked. Itachi only huffed in response, burying his face in the crook of Madara's neck to rest. Madara held him close, his arms wrapped around Itachi's waist possessively. Together, they both slept deeply.
In the late evening, Itachi sat on the couch, listening to Madara shower in the bathroom. He was waiting to watch some horror movie they'd bought earlier in the day. Suddenly, Madara's cell phone rang on the coffee table. Itachi looked at him for a second, listening to it ring loudly.
"Madara, your cell phone's ringing!" He called. No response. He probably can't hear me... Hmm... He reached out, picking it up slowly. He hit the green button, holding it to his ear.
"Hello?" He asked. There was a short pause, as if the opposite person was thinking of something.
"Is Madara there?" The voice wasn't familiar. It was snake-like and dangerous. Itachi didn't like it at all. He frowned.
"He's... Showering."
"I see. That's too bad. May I ask whom I'm speaking with?" He sounded like a pedophile. Itachi looked toward the windows.
"... Uh, a friend."
"A friend?"
"..."
"Ahhh... You must be Itachi, his cute little nephew. Jiraiya's told me about you." Damn that perverted old man! Itachi thought angrily, half tempted to hang up on this man and call Jiraiya.
"Who are you?" Itachi decided to demand impatiently.
"I'm... Orochimaru. Itachi, how long will Madara be?"
"I don't know... Why?"
"Hmmm, I was thinking of stopping by for a bit... Just to talk to him."
"Madara doesn't like you." Itachi blurted, then regretted. There was a short, very short, pause, and then Orochimaru laughed. It was a creepy laugh that made Itachi go still on the couch.
"I know this... But, there's a little something wrong and I need to speak with him."
"Well, he's busy... You can stop by later."
"Hm, well, I'm already outside the apartment building."
"What?" Itachi was on his feet in an instant. He looked out the window, peering down at the street below. There were several cars parked out in front of the apartment, one of them being his own.
"If you're looking for me, I just walked in." Orochimaru said. Itachi glared at the door now.
"Don't come here. Madara will be really mad if you do."
"That doesn't matter. He's already mad at me... You know, Itachi... You sound like a very sweet boy."
"Hmph."
"Heh heh, you shouldn't be hanging around bad guys like us... Especially Madara and I.... You uncle isn't who he claims he is." Orochimaru was saying. Itachi was walking to the door to lock it.
"Leave me alone."
"I don't think so." Itachi dropped the phone, grabbing the handle to lock it, but it twisted roughly in his grip and the door was pushed open. Itachi fell back on the floor, wincing. The door opened to reveal a greasy, black-haired man with gold, snake-like eyes, matching his entire snake appearance. He wore a totally black business suit with a dark purple tie. He smirked at him.
"Mmm, I was right... You are cute." He commented. Itachi glared up at him.
"Get out!"
"Now, now... Don't get smart with me." Orochimaru said, kicking the door close behind him. Itachi tried to move fast, scrambling to his feet, but Orochimaru caught him by the collar of his shirt. Itachi winced as Orochimaru slammed him against the door of the apartment. Orochimaru brought his lips close to Itachi's face, pinning the Uchiha's hands behind his back.
"Ssh... Can't have Madara getting worked up, can we?" He asked in a whisper. Itachi glared at him.
"Shut up! Ma-" Orochimaru covered his mouth with his own, cutting off the call for help. Itachi's eyes widened. Orochimaru's lips were cold, just like his gold eyes that had his eyes locked. Orochimaru's tongue ran across his lips, his hypnotic eyes making Itachi's lips part. Itachi felt horrible as Orochimaru's tongue invaded his mouth. He felt like he was cheating on Madara, he felt violated, he felt fear growing in the pit of his stomach. He wanted Madara to come save him again. He was pushing to fight the snake man off him, but despite his weak looking appearance, Orochimaru was pretty strong. Orochimaru pulled back and quickly covered Itachi's mouth before he could shout again. The sound of the shower water turning off made Orochimaru frown.
"Hmm... Looks like Madara's done... I'm going to uncover your mouth," He hissed quietly against Itachi's hair, "And when I do... You are going to tell Madara you are leaving for something... If you don't do that, I'll hurt you. Understood?" Itachi stared at him for a moment, then nodded. He was planning on being stupid, again. Orochimaru uncovered his mouth. Itachi held his breath for a second.
"Madara!!" Orochimaru covered his mouth again, glaring.
"I told you not to scream... Now you're going to pay for that, Itachi..." He ground out. Itachi squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the pain.
Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Madara looked up, hearing Itachi's scream. He pulled his shirt on as quickly as possible, then darted out of the bathroom. He was met with an empty living room. Madara frowned and checked every room hurriedly.
"Itachi?! Itachi?!" His cell phone cut him off, ringing out loud. Madara looked at it, then picked it up slowly
"Hello...?"
"Madaraaa!" Itachi's voice was cut off. Madara panicked.
"Itachi?! Itachi, where are you?!" He demanded. There was no reply, only the sound of something bashing around.
"Ahh, Madara..." Orochimaru's voice came on. Madara fumed.
"Orochimaru! What are you doing with Itachi?!"
"Oh, nothing... Only playing with him."
"What?!" Madara winced. The sound of a struggle in the background was evident and almost giving Madara a heart attack.
"Don't you dare touch him, you sick bastard, or I'll kill you!!"
"Yes, yes. I understand... I'll not hurt him if you can do me a favor."
"Like what?!"
"Bring Hashirama, Jiraiya, and all of your gang to the downtown park. We're going to make a trade... If you want, that is...." Orochimaru added with a smirk. Madara frowned.
"Fine! Just let me talk to him."
"Why should I let you do that? It'll only please both of you."
"Orochimaru!"
"If you stop yelling, I will let you talk."
"Fine..." Madara muttered, gripping the phone tightly. Some shuffling and crackling, then Itachi's panting was heard on the other end.
"Itachi?" Madara asked worriedly.
"Madara!"
"Itachi, are you all right? They're not hurting you, are they?"
"I... I'm fine. They're-"
"That's enough talking for now," Orochimaru cut in, the sound of Itachi gasping in the background, "We'll see you in the downtown park in three hours. Bye~" Orochimaru hung up. Madara quickly began dialing...
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A/N: Ahh, yes... This chapter is done. o3o I hope you guys liked this one! ^^ Yes, it is a tad graphic... This is very.... Er, drama-ful. Haha. If that makes any sense. Thank you for reading this! Oh and I was asked if I could make this easier to read. :D Is this better? Or did you have something else in mind? ^^;