CHAPTER TITLE: Defiance
SMUT ALERT! SMUT ALERT!
Warning: This chapter contains mild/moderate yaoi. Read at your own discretion.
Hehe, you'll have to read to find out who the yaoi is between XD
Oh! For some reason my autocorrect kept changing 'Itachi' to 'I.' I did my best to change them back, but I'm sorry if I missed any.
~oOo~
Kisame was not used to being afraid. He was always able to handle things, always able to keep himself from being scared.
Now, however, watching Itachi fight, he can't help it- he's afraid.
Itachi moves with an easy grace, like a tiger coiling and leaping to strike its prey. Nothing was wasted in his movements. Everything he did had a purpose.
The man they were after was a powerful, S-rank missing-nin; he was easily as powerful as any Kage. His name was Genjuu Hiroto, and he was known and feared throughout the Ninja world.
And there was Itachi, clashing head to head with this dangerous man, matching blow for blow and strike for strike. Kisame had intended to help, but he had become glued in place, jaw open, watching this kind (this thirteen-year-old kid) fight.
Itachi ducked a crushing blow, and then dealt one of his own. It hit its mark, sending Hiroto flying backwards.
Itachi reached under his cloak, retrieved a kunai, and flung it, imbedding it squarely in Hiroto's shoulder.
Hiroto howled in pain and fell to the ground. Itachi pulled out another kunai, readied himself, and-
He couldn't do it. He couldn't kill him. He simply couldn't bring himself to end this man's life.
Hiroto gave a weak smirk up at him.
"…What's this? The kid who offed his whole clan doesn't have the guts to kill me?"
Itachi's eyes were cold and unfeeling, but Kisame saw the way his body tense, fearful, angry…guilty.
Kisame forced himself to step in, swinging Samehada in the air and finishing Hiroto off with a single blow.
He could almost hear Itachi's sigh of relief.
(Kisame had no qualms about killing. Nothing held him back when there was a job that needed done.)
Itachi stepped up to the fresh corpse, taking the scroll from Hiroto's belt. Then, he straightened up, and headed over to where he'd shed his Akatsuki cloak. He put the oversized cloak back on, buttoned it, and then took off in the direction for home. Kisame followed, his trademark grin spread across his face.
Pain had given him a good partner- he had a feeling that he and Itachi would get along just fine. So what if the brat didn't like killing people? Kisame would be the one who finished their targets off; it wasn't like he minded or anything. In fact, he could see an upside. Itachi wouldn't be hogging all the glory, Uchiha clan prodigy or not. Still, Kisame was curious- why was it, exactly, that Itachi couldn't kill? He had killed his clan- but not this stranger- why?
"Itachi-san?" Kisame picked up his pace to run right beside the boy. He turned his head to look at Kisame, not particularly interested. "Why didn't you just finish the guy off?"
Itachi's eyes narrowed. He shifted his gaze to somewhere down the middle of the thick, choking forest.
"…When I was younger…I discovered that most of this world was a lie."
Kisame cocked his head. That statement hit surprisingly close to home.
"I've discovered…that my whole life is just one big lie."
"But later…I discovered that there are in fact two truths in this world."
"Eh?"
"First…" Itachi had to pause- he wasn't used to speaking so much with anyone but Sasuke. "First, I learned that life is a gift. Second, I learned that stealing is wrong."
Odd way of looking at things, Kisame thought.
"So, that makes us thieves, doesn't it?"
"Yes."
No hesitation at all.
(Blood is still warm on their faces and hands. Kisame enjoys it- Itachi dies inside.)
~oOo~
Kisame pounded back another glass of sake, yawning and relishing in a mission well done.
Leader-sama had praised the both of them highly, even smiling at them a little. They'd accomplished their duties quickly and efficiently, without bickering-, something the other partnerships were sorely lacking.
(It was nice to have a strong partner for a change. The others had been weak- whining until Kisame snapped their necks.)
Itachi came into the kitchen, freshly washed, his damp hair falling in gentle waves and curls. He wore only a thin, pale blue cotton yukata, cinched tightly around his waist.
He poured himself a glass of milk and sat at the table, sipping at it while Kisame drank himself into a stupor and fell asleep.
~oOo~
"Still awake, Itachi-kun?"
Orochimaru had just come in from his laboratory. (He was making some real headway with his Cursed Seals tonight.) he saw the kitchen light on, and headed to turn it off, when lo and behold, Itachi was at the table.
Itachi nodded, seeming a million miles away. His face was perfectly blank, but Orochimaru could make out the faintest traces of tear tracks on Itachi's pale cheeks.
(He almost enjoyed seeing Itachi like this- he was still bitter about the whole Tsukuyomi thing.)
"Orochimaru-san…I'm sorry."
"For what?" (Playing dumb-, he knows why.)
"I overreacted. I'm sure you had no intention of…letting Sasuke see that. I'm sorry."
Kisame's snoring was the only thing that broke the silence.
Orochimaru took a seat across from Itachi, moving carefully so as not to activate any survival instincts.
No sudden movements, stay in his line of sight, keep your hands where he can see them.
(Orochimaru knew his kind- so tightly wound and paranoid that they treat everyone as a threat. It wasn't easy to get people like Itachi to let their guard down.)
Itachi was, to put it mildly, beautiful. His was the face of an angel in distress; one that had lost its way long ago.
"…Nii-san lied to me."
Itachi narrowed his eyes.
"He said that it gets easier. That as long as someone loves you, it's okay. But he lied. It never gets easier, does it?"
Orochimaru is taken aback. Itachi is upset, but he keeps his voice level. Calm. (even though he is anything but.)
"To kill people…does the guilt ever go away?"
Orochimaru pondered this for a moment.
"I'd say that depends a great deal on who you are," he admits. "Some people never get over it, and yet some others never feel even the slightest twinge of remorse. And then there's everything else in between."
Itachi nodded in understanding.
Orochimaru reached out and covered Itachi's hand with his own, rubbing circles with his thumb. To his surprise, Itachi didn't flinch or pull away.
(Itachi's hands are rough, dry, calloused and scarred. A warrior's hands. And yet they are slender, still small, like a child's, but with long, deceptively delicate fingers. [Even Itachi's hands weren't sure of what they were.])
"All you can do is carry on, right I-kun?"
Itachi shrugged.
Orochimaru took Itachi's hand in both of his, pressing his lips softly against it.
"You're beautiful, Itachi-kun."
Itachi is confused. He'd always thought that beauty was a feminine thing. His father had expected nothing short of raw masculinity from his eldest son.
"You seem as though you're completely unconscious to how beautiful you are."
He caressed the hand against his cheek until Itachi finally pulls it away.
Orochimaru stood up and, this time, dared to walk around behind the boy. With slow, firm motions, he started to rub Itachi's shoulders. Itachi gasped in surprise, which morphed into a moan midway. He leaned forward, submitting himself to that sensual touch.
"You're wound far too tightly, Itachi-kun," Orochimaru purrs, right in the child's ear, sending shivers down his spine. "You need to relax every once in awhile, or you just might snap."
Itachi's mind starts working. He knows what Orochimaru wants from him. But...why should I fight it? Madara had taken that from him anyway. The least Itachi could do was fight for the title to his own body.
Orochimaru works lower down Itachi's back, releasing the tight muscles.
"O...Orochimaru-san..."
"Hm?"
"You...want...what I think you want...right?"
Orochimaru chuckled.
"That depends a great deal on what you think I want."
"...you want something sexual from me, don't you?"
Orochimaru paused, ceasing his movements. He almost couldn't believe his ears, but Itachi was waiting for his response, so he must not be hallucinating. Orochimaru tried to think of what to say now.
Itachi mulled over his options in his mind. If he let this continue, he was almost certain where this would go. If Madara found out, (and he was almost certain he would) he would undoubtedly be furious.
...Then again, there was the chance that Madara wouldn't find out.
Itachi decided to take that chance.
(All this went through his mind in less than a second. He let a few more seconds tick by, Orochimaru acting rather nervous.)
"It's alright," he said. "I'm not opposed."
Sensei doesn't own me. I have to show him that.
Itachi allowed himself to be led out of the kitchen, down that darkened hallways of the Akatsuki base and into Orochimaru's room.
It was less ornate than he imagined it would be- all there was besides a bed was a desk overflowing with scrolls, textbooks, and papers. The bed was large, covered in a deep purple bedspread and overstuffed pillows of the same color.
Itachi didn't resist when Orochimaru took his shoulders and laid him out on the bed; he sunk deep into the mattress, letting his legs fall open- the fabric of the yukata barely retained his modesty.
"Hnn. The color blue doesn't suit you at all, Itachi-kun. You strike me more as a red."
Orochimaru climbed onto the bed and sat beside Itachi, tucking his legs underneath his body. He cradled Itachi's face, gazing deeply into those dark, beautiful eyes; eyes full of curiosity, wondering how far this would go before his lust was sated.
Orochimaru started with gentle touches- his face, his neck, his arms. He reached under the yukata to stroke Itachi's smooth chest. He runs his fingers down his slender legs, not going anywhere, but just testing Itachi's reactions.
It feels good...
(He wasn't used to this- this gentleness, almost loving…)
Orochimaru fumbled a bit with the knot at Itachi's waist. Eventually, it came loose and slipped free with the noise of rubbing fabric on fabric. It's here that I closes his eyes- he can't bear to look at what will happen now.
Cool air meets his skin, and he knows that he is naked, exposed to this man's preying eyes. He focused on taking deep breaths, trying to shut out the world.
He was beginning to question his decision. What was the point? To prove he owned this body…by giving it to this man? Could he find freedom in this molestation, or a more sinister form of bondage?
Orochimaru's breath is hot against his groin. God, oh God, he's afraid, why did he ever agree to this?
(He didn't tell Orochimaru that it wasn't his first time.)
Itachi gasps and bucks upward when Orochimaru's tongue wraps around him, and pleasure hits like a hammer. He grips handfuls of the sheets, thrashing, begging.
…This feels good. But…it shouldn't feel so good…how disgusting am I?
He keeps climbing higher, toward the very peak of pleasure, but-
He feels cold when Orochimaru releases him. He whimpers and writhes. Orochimaru stills him with a kiss to the forehead.
"Patience, child. I'm not finished yet."
This…this shall be your punishment. I will deny you that release you desire, until you can't bear it any longer.
Itachi sucks in a deep breath.
He knows that Madara will more likely than not discover this. He might (and that's a big MIGHT) assume that it was rape.
But I don't want him to think that…I want him to know that I chose this for myself.
Without warning, I seizes a handful of Orochimaru's hair, jerking him downward into a fierce, wet kiss. Orochimaru is shocked at first, but soon, he smirks into the kiss and takes control, his tongue dominating the boy's mouth.
I breaks it long enough to tell him to "do it." And Orochimaru does.
There is pain, but only for a moment. Orochimaru sets up a slow, rocking rhythm that's almost soothing. he isn't rough, like Madara is.
The silence is filled with a delicious concerto of moans and whispers to the beat of the creaking bed frame.
I can't take it. He needs release, he wants it, needs it so badly, and soon he's begging, like a slut, a common whore. (And he feels dirty, but only a little bit.)
"Please, O-Orochimaru-san!" he whimpers, "I need…I –I need…Please, make me…" Again, Orochimaru silences him.
I think he's been punished enough.
Orochimaru reaches downward, stroking his straining arousal until he finally comes.
The release is as sweet and overpowering as he wanted it to be, wiping his mind of those pesky thoughts that troubled him.
"Orochimaru!" (he's sure to yell his name, just to defy Madara. He even drops the 'san' just to drive the point home.)
~oOo~
Itachi curled up against Orochimaru's chest. Orochimaru was half-sitting, half laying down, lazily stroking the boy's hair.
(Black, but a duller, washed-out black. A crow's feathers, instead of a raven's.)
"…Thank you, Orochimaru-san."
"Hm? Whatever for?"
"For helping me prove…that he doesn't own me."
(Orochimaru doesn't think to ask who 'he' might be.)
"I felt like…like it would always be that way. But now, because of this…I can say that he doesn't own me…because I made the choice to give myself to you."
Orochimaru gave a humming noise of understanding, even though he doesn't really understand.
He lets his hands explore absentmindedly, a slim finger lazily tracing a scar on the child's back.
No. Not a child…not really.
~oOo~
"Where was Nii-san, Oro-ojii? I've been waitin' for him forever."
Itachi was back in that ghastly blue yukata, cleaned up and sleeping peacefully. Orochimaru carried him into his room and put him safely in bed.
"It's late, boy," Orochimaru says, avoiding the question. "Why aren't you asleep?"
"'Cause I can't sleep without Nii-san. I get scared."
Sasuke had the most adorable little pout. He crawled into bed beside Itachi, snuggling up against his side. Orochimaru lets a little laugh resonate in his throat.
"G'night, Oro-ojii," Sasuke says sleepily, before joining Itachi in the world of dreams.
Orochimaru turns off the light and shuts the door, only to come face to face with a rather miffed Sasori.
